I am weak and friendly

Chapter 212 This is the love of a vending machine.
Fan Zhihong's first thought was, when did his entropy become so low?

The second thought is...

Ruined!
The location Tang Yiping gave him was very close to Qihang Building, only a few hundred meters away. It was a very bustling place with a constant stream of people coming and going, but it was also heavily guarded.

If Fan Zhihong hadn't been a member of the special operations team and hadn't been so familiar with the arrangements here, he probably wouldn't have been able to find this location at all.

If Tang Yiping hadn't given him this address, he would never have gotten so close to Qihang Building; he would have run away right now and gone far away.

Because it's too dangerous here.

He tried his best to avoid all the cameras and patrols along the way, but he never expected to be discovered by this damned monitoring booth.

The surveillance booth looks just like an ordinary vending machine. There are probably tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of them in the whole city, scattered on every street corner, every floor, and every bend.

This is a crucial piece of equipment for the entire city's operation. It can monitor the entropy of every node in the city and also measure the entropy of every person passing by it.

In this world, entropy is more like an enhanced version of "credit rating"; without it, one can hardly move an inch.

It can measure the entropy of each person, and naturally it can also track the whereabouts of each person. If it monitors you, you will probably be surrounded by members of the special operations team in less than a minute.

Fan Zhihong was one of the best members of the special operations team, so he knew who his enemies were.

His first thought was to immediately stuff the note Tang Yiping had given him into his mouth and swallow it whole.

No matter why Tang asked me to come to this address, I can't let them know!
As for myself...

I'm sorry, Tang, I can't complete the task you gave me.

After finishing the note, Fan Zhihong waited quietly in place.

He waited for one minute, two minutes, three minutes...

People were hurrying around, and no special operations team descended from the sky as expected to pin it to the ground.

Only the voice from the monitoring booth said: "Good morning, Mr. Fan Zhihong. I noticed you didn't take that carton of milk. Is it not to your liking? According to nutritional studies, milk is one of the best drinks for breakfast. Would you like some food to go with your milk?"

As he spoke, several different kinds of food fell from the monitoring booth with a series of thuds.

Fan Zhihong was a little confused.

What's the deal with this monitoring booth?

Why are you so desperate to feed yourself?
He had never encountered such a situation before.

"Do you know who I am? You didn't inform on me?" Fan Zhihong didn't even know what he was thinking when he asked the monitoring booth this question.

Surprisingly, the monitoring booth actually answered him.

“Yes, I did not inform on you,” the monitoring booth said. “I received your arrest warrant, but I believe it is wrong because your entropy is very low, which means you are emotionally stable, in accordance with the rules, and all your activities are beneficial to the world. The arrest warrant for you must be wrong.”

Fan Zhihong: "..."

Can you do this?

This isn't right.

Wait, could it be because of my ridiculously low entropy of -1.52?
The problem is, how could my entropy be -1.52? My previous entropy was only around -1.12, just a tiny bit lower than the average entropy...

"You said the regional negative entropy is -1.09 today? I remember it was -1.1 before, it's rare to be higher than -1.1," Fan Zhihong asked.

To be honest, he didn't expect this thing to answer it.

After all, no matter how much you call it a "monitoring booth," it's still just a vending machine.

"Yes, the entropy has been fluctuating for the past month, and it suddenly increased last week..." the monitoring booth replied.

Fan Zhihong: "..."

It answered!

Why does it answer itself for everything?!
Is this something it can answer?

This answer surprised him.

Yes, in the other world, entropy is decreasing, while in this world, entropy is increasing.

This indicates that negative entropy is being lost.

It is flowing away into the other world.

Or rather, entropy is flowing in, flowing into this world.

Our world... everything is turning around.

Our world is now heading towards heat death.

If it were before today, he might have felt pain.

But now, he felt no emotion whatsoever, and even had a urge to think, "Ah, let it be destroyed."

But...why?
A figure flashed through Fan Zhihong's mind.

Tang, classmate.

He possesses an exaggerated level of negative entropy, the kind that even an entropy meter cannot measure.

Fan Zhihong suspected that the reason he had such high negative entropy was because he had stayed by Tang Yiping's side for a long time, or because of other connections with Tang Yiping.

And the breached passage was also related to him.

Although he didn't know why, Fan Zhihong had already imagined countless entropies breaking through the barrier between the two worlds and pouring into this world.

But... no matter how amazing Tang is, he couldn't possibly affect the monitoring booth here, could he?

No matter how high one's own entropy is, it can't allow this thing to ignore the underlying program and protect itself.

Could this be a program vulnerability?

He didn't know that this wasn't a bug, but a special "emotional connection" algorithm painstakingly written by a group of very idealistic programmers.

This algorithm can overcome basic cost limitations and establish extremely strong emotional connections with certain people.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you and do my best to correct this mistake," the monitoring booth said. "So, before you take the next step, have some breakfast. I hope you like the breakfast I've prepared for you."

Fan Zhihong looked down at the breakfast that the vending machine had dispensed.

Milk, bread, ham, and a bag of freeze-dried vegetables.

This nutritional combination is unparalleled.

Fan Zhihong hid behind the monitoring booth and wolfed down his breakfast. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything since last night.

After he finished eating, a bottle of drink fell out of the monitoring booth with a "thud," and the person said to him, "Take this drink with you. Although I will be waiting for you at every street corner, I still hope you can take it with you."

Fan Zhihong: "..."

To be honest, he hadn't heard such a beautiful sentence in a long time.

This was said to him by a vending machine!

At this moment, he had a strong feeling.

Ah, in this cold world, this damned vending machine that monitors the entire world…

It loves me!
Why does this feeling feel so strange...?

And it makes me feel so at ease.

Suddenly, the perilous and treacherous journey was no longer a solitary one.

"Remember to avoid other cameras; they don't love you the same way I do."

Is it still jealous?

Fan Zhihong was speechless.

He carried a bottle of beverage, dodged the other cameras, and finally arrived at this alley.

This is a narrow alley; it's hard to imagine that there's such an alley near Qihang Building.

but……

Why did Tang ask him to come here?
Just then, he saw a rat crawl out of the sewer.

This was a remarkably tidy-looking mouse. It glanced at Fan Zhihong, and he actually felt as if he were making eye contact with a human.

"Squeak, squeak," the mouse squeaked, then stretched out its little paw and wrote a line of words on the ground.

"Hello, my name is Lagrange."

(End of this chapter)