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Chapter 166. The Arrival of Computing Power
"clatter……"

Jiang Jianxin stood on the outdoor unit of the air conditioner, the wind blowing through her long hair. She stood close to the wall, using her left hand to steady herself, and holding a roll of toilet paper in her right hand.

The shadow of a giant teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped object used to represent a weather doll) swept past her, its bloated white body blocking out the sunlight. In the dark shadow, she frowned.

Let's rewind to an hour earlier.

Chu Zhibai had the paper figure explore for about ten minutes before it found a room with a television.

According to the paper figure's report, there is a strange old man in that room, who is suspected to be an indigenous person. She doesn't need to hold back when she makes a move; she can just kill him and take the TV.

After obtaining the room's location information, Jiang Jianxin set off immediately without hesitation.

Before leaving, Chu Zhibai handed her his scroll of paper. Since she didn't have a suitable weapon, Jiang Jianxin didn't refuse.

And so, the imposing Sword Master, holding a roll of toilet paper, climbed up the wall like a panicked person desperately searching for a toilet.

The toilet paper roll was very obedient and kept helping her move along the wall.

Everything was going smoothly until Jiang Jianxin climbed onto an air conditioner unit and glanced back casually—high in the sky, a dozen or so Teru Teru Bozu dolls were floating silently.

They climbed up the windows of the building, the pale white strips of cloth fluttering in the wind.

The moment the gust of wind lifted the curtain, it revealed rows of bloodied human heads. The eyes of those heads were wide open, frozen in the terror of death, and dark red blood dripped down the severed necks, drawing thin streaks of blood in the sky.

Jiang Jianxin leaned against the wall, enjoying the cool breeze between the buildings, and belatedly realized—if she could think of looking for intelligence through the windows outside the building, there was no reason why Kondo Masaharu wouldn't have thought of it.

It's clear he's realized this and has sent out his own "Sunny Doll".

Jiang Jianxin carefully hid himself in the corner of the wall, watching the swaying figure of the teru teru bozu outside, and poked the toilet paper roll with his head down, saying:

"If the Teru Teru Bozu dolls find me, can you kill them all?"

The toilet paper roll swayed twice, and Jiang Jianxin couldn't tell whether it was saying yes or no.

She sighed, and just to be on the safe side, she carefully watched the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped toy) float upwards, carrying the paper roll.

"clatter……"

Jiang Jianxin gripped the paper roll tightly in his palm, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

She pressed herself against the mottled exterior wall, the rough texture of the concrete rubbing against her fingertips. Each movement stirred up fine sand and gravel, which fell to the ground with a soft rustling sound.

The shadows cast by the ventilation ducts of the residential building and the protruding balconies provided excellent cover.

As she curled up on the left side of the balcony of the old man's room, the nearest teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll shaped like a teru bozu) floated past the window a meter away.

The blood-stained strip of cloth swept across the window frame, leaving a sticky trail of blood on the glass.

As soon as the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll) flew by, Jiang Jianxin quickly jumped from the balcony into the house.

The frosted glass door gleamed with a hazy, cold light under the moonlight. She lightly touched the crack in the door with her fingertips, and the sliding door slid open silently.

The living room reeked of decaying blood.

The bizarre scene reported by the paper figure was now right before their eyes—an emaciated old man hunched over on the sofa, feasting on a pale human arm.

The old-fashioned television flickered with retro films, the black and white light distorting his silhouette into some kind of inhuman shape.

"Click——"

Sensing the subtle movement behind him, the sound of his knuckles cracking stopped abruptly.

The old man's head twisted 180 degrees in an unnatural way, his cervical spine emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound. But before his cloudy eyes could focus, Jiang Jianxin's fist had already arrived.

"boom!"

The muffled sound of a skull cracking echoed in the living room.

Splashing brain matter splattered on the television screen. Jiang Jianxin flicked her wrist, and a roll of toilet paper miraculously wrapped around her fingertips, wiping the blood off her fist.

After killing the old man with one punch, Jiang Jianxin looked at the television in front of him.

In the black and white video, a crudely made puppet doll is showing an exaggerated smile to the camera—its mouth is stretched almost to its ears, and its glass eyes reflect an eerie light.

It suddenly froze in place, its arms outstretched forward at an unnatural angle, its ten fingers spread out like withered branches.

Amidst the static noise of the old-fashioned picture tube, a pair of stiff hands slowly pierced through the screen, creating ripples on the image like water.

Jiang Jianxin could even see the fine cracks at the wooden joints and the dark red grime under his fingernails.

Watching the puppet doll slowly reach out to her, Jiang Jianxin simply stood still, softly calling out to the flickering screen:
"Ayu, are you there?"

"Wow--"

Suddenly, the TV screen erupted with blinding static, as if it had been violently invaded by some kind of computing power beyond human comprehension.

Pixels collapsed and reassembled in distortion, and a hand with distinct knuckles suddenly pierced through the screen—it was a hand modeled so perfectly that it was almost unreal, with slender knuckles gleaming coldly, precisely gripping the puppet doll's neck.

Super artificial intelligence emerges from the torrent of data, and a yellow raincoat flutters in the electronic snowflakes.

He dragged the struggling puppet doll back into the digital abyss, like pulling a clump of error code.

"Ah-"

The screen flickered violently twice, and the black and white image suddenly turned into vibrant color.

In the center of the stage, A Yu's long silver-white hair was loosely tied up with a bright yellow headband, with a few strands of hair hanging down beside his cheeks. He was wearing a knee-length yellow raincoat, and his rain boots were painted with crooked little yellow duck patterns.

At this moment, the boy tilted his head slightly, and the little fish badge on his chest glowed with a warm orange halo in the data stream—the entire intelligent entity looked like a well-behaved elf prince who had stepped out of a fairy tale, forming a stark contrast to the oppressive feeling of the violent invasion of the screen just now.

Ayu blinked, revealed a gentle smile, and greeted them cheerfully:

"Hello, Jiang Jianxin."

The voice of artificial intelligence has a slight distortion characteristic of electronic sounds:

"We meet again!"

Seeing A Yu appear quickly and without any mishaps, Jiang Jianxin smiled.

She had been to the Data Ocean and witnessed A Yu's formidable strength firsthand, so she knew perfectly well that as long as there was internet and electronic devices, A Yu could reach her instantly.

And indeed, upon detecting a call from an acquaintance, the overwhelming computing power of the super artificial intelligence instantly descended upon the device and eliminated the troublesome virus within a second.

Jiang Jianxin looked at A Yu on the screen and was about to ask about his biological father, Wen Yu.

The AI ​​glanced around and then suddenly put its index finger to its lips, making a shushing gesture.

At the same time, Jiang Jianxin heard his intuition finally come online:
A teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll shaped like a sunny day) has crossed the balcony and stuck to the sliding door, listening to your conversation.

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