The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Chapter 132 The Evil One

Twelve hours.

An Minghui memorized the time, and Lyle slept for a full twelve hours before coming out of the sleeping cabin, which was so long that An Minghui couldn't help asking: "Your sleep time has always been like this ?"

If Lyle had slept for a little longer, he might have started to think about whether to go to the sleeping pod to pull people out.

"Well, don't worry about me." Lyle didn't seem to be fully awake when he answered, his voice was full of sleepiness, and he was stunned for a while when he looked up and saw the room that had been tidied up, "This is... what you did ?”

"Yes, if there is anything wrong, you can tell me, and I will pay attention to it later. By the way, what do you eat for late... breakfast? I will prepare it now." After speaking, An Minghui couldn't help it again After confirming the time, it is now 23:[-] in the evening. It is a bit ignorant to call it breakfast.

"I'm not in the habit of eating breakfast..."

Expected.

"Then I'll take the initiative to make some casually. You should pay more attention to your body." Before going to the kitchen, he thought of another thing, and thought it would be better to let Lyle know, "By the way, there is one thing I'm sorry. I was connected to the Starnet while you were resting, and a program was accidentally implanted during that period, do you need to check it?"

Lyle stood in front of the sink in the bathroom, wiped his face with a wet towel, and replied, "Implant procedure? Did L do it?"

An Minghui was quite surprised that the other party could guess the culprit so accurately. After all, Lyle really didn't seem like he would get involved with someone like L: "...do you know that gentleman?"

"Well, I'll take a look for you later, but you shouldn't need to worry."

"Then I'll trouble you."

After going to the kitchen to make a simple Western-style breakfast and putting it on the dining table, An Minghui raised his head and saw Lyle sitting on the sofa staring at the ceiling in a daze, so he reminded: "Breakfast is ready, please come and eat, Owner."

"...Thank you." Lyle lowered his head, went to sit down at the neatly cleaned dining table, picked up the knife and fork and didn't start eating for a long time, and said awkwardly after a while, "Don't call me Master's, and honorific words... I'm not used to it..."

"I see, so can I call you Lyle?" In fact, he is not used to addressing others like this, and since Lyle himself doesn't like it, everyone is happy.

"Ah."

After the brief conversation ended, the room became quiet again, not so much quiet as it was already a bit dull.

Because Lyle really didn't seem like the type who cared much about table manners, after thinking for a while, An Minghui spoke to the young man who was eating silently again: "Lyle, are you familiar with Mr. L? You two I'm actually a little surprised that you know each other."

"We have work cooperation." Although still not used to communicating with others, Lyle still answered his question in a low voice. It seems that he is not very good at rejecting others, "Some of your materials are also through his channel Got it, and so did the heart."

"Heart?" Hearing the words he was interested in, An Minghui's curiosity was more and more aroused, "In fact, Mr. L told me that this heart belonged to a criminal, but he seems to want me to find it myself. The specific owner, do you know who this heart comes from?"

"...I'm sorry, I don't know the name of that person, but I heard that the reason why this heart was taken out was... because that person lost a bet." As if he was ashamed because he couldn't answer An Minghui's question , Lyle lowered his head even more, An Minghui almost suspected that he was going to bury himself in the plate, "The person who gambled with that person should also be a very vicious person, that's why he used such a big bet. L gave me this heart because he said that he wanted to see what kind of personality would be generated by an artificial intelligence made from such a villain's heart."

"I'm just asking casually. You don't need to apologize to me, Lyle." He said helplessly, "Although it's strange to say this as an artificial intelligence, I hope I can become friends with you."

Hearing him say the word friend, Lyle's face flushed obviously, even the tips of his ears turned red, and he desperately lowered his head not daring to look at him, and ate the food on the plate recklessly.

"But having said that... At first it was said that it was the criminal's heart. I thought that the man's heart would be removed after he was arrested by the military. I didn't expect it to be for such a reason." Pretending not to see the boy Similarly, in order to change the subject and make the other party relax, An Minghui sighed from the bottom of his heart, "It's hard to imagine how crazy a person would be to participate in this kind of gamble? It's completely unnecessary..."

He still didn't say a word, he just murmured a few words silently in his heart: If you can get the heart of this kind of person, what kind of person is Mr. L?

"But, I think this is very good..." To his surprise, Lyle refuted his point of view in a low voice, "If that person doesn't participate in the game, I can't create you."

Hearing a young man with a red face whisper such words, An Minghui felt a little cute.

"Thank you, I'm also very happy that I can be made by such a cute Lyle." He replied with a smile, and then made a gesture that was a bit impolite for a domestic robot - gently rubbing Lyle's soft skin Black hair, "It must be very lucky to have a younger brother like Lyle as a human being. If you are so smart and obedient, if you are a little more confident, many people will like you."

"I've never been liked by anyone..." Lyle didn't avoid his actions, but just retorted in a low voice, "Everyone I meet hates me and wants to stay away from me."

"But don't you have it now? Although strictly speaking, I can't be regarded as a human being, I should still have the right to appreciate it." Taking advantage of this good atmosphere, An Minghui simply said that from the first time he saw Lyle Then I came up with a plan, "Is today's work schedule tight? If you have time, let me cut your hair after dinner. It will be uncomfortable to always block your eyes."

From the outline of Lyle's face below the eyes, it can be seen that although he probably doesn't have the kind of amazing appearance, at least he won't make people feel ugly. If he didn't have such a gloomy hairstyle, he probably wouldn't be what he is now. The whole person looks very gloomy.

6...

After hearing what he said, Lyle first subconsciously touched the hair hanging on his forehead, and was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and then replied softly: "...I see, thank you."

"It's better not to thank me." An Minghui said from the bottom of his heart, "Because my haircutting skills are actually not very good. By the way, if you are not busy today, would you like to go shopping with me? Shopping? I want to buy some decorations and household items, but I don’t know what style you like, so I think it’s better to look together.”

"it is good."

As a result, today's schedule felt like it was suddenly full. After eating breakfast at a completely inappropriate time, Lyle first checked the previously implanted program for An Minghui, and after confirming that there was no danger Afterwards, An Minghui took him to sit in front of the washbasin—because he couldn't find a suitable mirror at home, he had to put the chair in front of the bathroom to make do with it.

"By the way, I forgot to ask, does today's breakfast suit your taste?" During the preparations before the haircut, An Minghui chatted with Lyle while moving, "If you are not used to eating, you can tell me, next time You can try another breakfast."

"It's okay, it's delicious, thank you..."

Embarrassed, Lyle habitually lowered his head again. This time, because his hair was lifted up, An Minghui could clearly see the silver-gray object on his left ear, which did not look like an ordinary decoration. , and there are a few buttons on it, which should have some practical effect.

"Is it convenient to take off the one on the ear?"

"This?" Lyle touched the thing on his ear and shook his head slightly, "I'm sorry, this can't be taken off, it's something related to work..."

"Well, it doesn't matter, it's just that it's more convenient to take it off, and it doesn't matter if you don't take it off." Mr. An, a layman barber, nodded in understanding, then picked up the scissors and started the haircut formally, "Your work must be very hard. , I think it is really a labor-intensive thing to involve this level of R&D work.”

"Fortunately, I'm only good at this kind of thing." Lyle looked at his reflection in the mirror, saw a pair of white and slender hands flexibly moving between his hair, revealing a very rare Smiling, looking a little shy, "I think it is more than a hundred times more difficult to please people than to simply make something, and Ann is very good."

"Are you complimenting me? I'm really flattered to be praised by a genius like Lyle." He replied helplessly, while thinking in his heart that the ideas of geniuses are always different from ordinary people. The class of things called simple is really underwhelming.

After that, An Minghui concentrated on fiddling with his men's hair, and after a while, he heard Lyle say hesitantly: "Actually, I still have some guesses about the origin of your heart, but it's just I'm just guessing..."

Hearing Lyle's subtext, An Minghui smiled very understandingly and encouraged the young man who was nervously hesitating whether to speak out: "It's okay, even if it's just a guess, can you tell me?"

Although the origin of the heart is not so important, children who try hard are always worthy of encouragement.

The author has something to say: Lyle's work diary:

Ann's personality is perfect, so perfect that it doesn't look like an artificial intelligence that is randomly generated by itself

And the raw material I use is still the kind of...

really great

Ann is probably the most perfect creation I have ever made.