My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

On the other side, after hanging up the phone, Xia Anmian stood next to the lamppost for a long time.

The same name kept replaying in her mind.

Su Xiaoyue.

"She probably knows Jiang Miaomiao lied to her, right? Why would she still help Jiang Yi?"

Xia Anmian didn't understand, or even could not comprehend it at all.

She minored in psychology in college. Her first reaction after realizing she had been scammed was anger, her second was self-doubt, and her third was to distance herself from the situation.

This is a normal, healthy reaction that aligns with human psychological mechanisms.

However, Su Xiaoyue's reaction did not conform to any known psychological model.

Why help Jiang Yi?

Why is that?

Xia Anmian couldn't understand it.

She found Gu Qinghan's name in her contacts, and hovered her finger over that name for a long time.

The screen will automatically turn off after a while.

She can't make that call.

She knew that Gu Qinghan was caught in the middle between her and Su Xiaoyue, and that was already a difficult situation for him.

Su Xiaoyue is Gu Qinghan's best friend who grew up with her, and their relationship is no less close than that between Gu Qinghan and Su Xiaoyue.

If she calls to question him, how will Gu Qinghan answer?

Moreover, she has her own connections.

She doesn't need to go through anyone; she can find out everything herself.

Thinking of this, Xia Anmian scrolled to the next name in her contacts—Xiao Liu.

She dialed. The phone barely rang; it was answered almost instantly, as if the other person had been holding the phone, waiting for her call.

A playful girl's voice came from the other end of the phone, clear and crisp, with a hint of carefree laughter.

"Hey boss, when are you coming back? How's our deal with the big model going? Just showing them a part of it will scare them to death!"

Xia Anmian didn't reply to her, but directly ordered, "Xiao Liu, connect me to the large model remotely."

The reply came almost instantly, but there was a hint of playful probing in the voice:

"Okay, okay, the call is connected."

"We're going to spy on my brother-in-law again? Boss, are we being a little too controlling?"

Xia Anmian ignored Xiao Liu's words and hung up the phone.

She swiped to a hidden folder on her phone, opened it, the screen flickered, and a completely black interface appeared with only a white, constantly rotating circular icon in the center.

"System B".

This is a system that she modified herself, installed the chips herself, and wrote the code herself.

The sole purpose of this system is to connect to its own larger model.

"Xiao Yi," she called softly.

"Xiao Yi is here, Master!"

A clear, mechanical male voice came from the phone's speaker, carrying a perfect balance of gentleness and respect, neither arrogant nor humble, neither too close nor too distant.

If Jiang Yi were here, he would be surprised to find that this voice is strikingly similar to his own.

Not only their timbre, but also their tone, their way of punctuating, and their habit of slightly raising the final syllable when pronouncing "master" are all like they were made from the same mold.

In fact, this voice is a fusion of Jiang Yi's voice.

During the training of the large model, Xia Anmian fed it all the voice data of Jiang Yi that she could find.

WeChat voice messages, phone recordings, and even videos of him being secretly recorded by classmates and sent to the group chat while he was answering questions in class.

She spent a whole year annotating each word and proofreading each syllable until the AI's voice sounded indistinguishable from a real person.

"Connect to the transportation system."

Xia Anmian's voice was cold, carrying an unquestionable sense of command.

"Please enter the key:"

Xiao Yi's voice remained gentle, but there was a hint of seriousness in her tone.

That's the system's automatic response when executing high-privilege commands.

"0713 I love you".

July 0713th is his birthday.

"Key correct! Xiao Yi has been connected to the transportation system. Would you like Xiao Yi to help its owner find its lover?"

My lover is Jiang Yi.

If anyone else were to witness this scene, it would be utterly shocking.

It's important to know that the concept of large-scale models is still in its infancy even abroad.

Most so-called large models are essentially just a search engine plus a speech recognition system.

It doesn't even qualify as true "understanding".

In this way, those companies were able to secure billions in funding, and the media hyped them up to the skies, as if humanity had already reached the threshold of general artificial intelligence.

Xia Anmian's model, although modified from a search engine, is already capable of simple thinking and behavioral memory.

It has an emotional module, a part of a memory network, and a simple self-learning mechanism.

Not only in China, but also abroad, it is absolutely unique.

Its commercial value is simply immeasurable.

However, this priceless treasure was used by its creator to spy on a man.

Xia Anmian felt no pity whatsoever, nor did she feel that anything was wrong.

Without Jiang Yi, this model would never exist.

Every line of code, every algorithm, and every neuron in this model exists because of Jiang Yicai.

It was created by her for Jiang Yi; it is a digital projection of her feelings for Jiang Yi.

"Yes."

As the command was given, the images on the phone screen began to jump around rapidly.

One surveillance video after another flashed continuously in the center of the screen.

At intersections, pedestrian crossings, hospital entrances, elevators, and corridors, every frame flashes by rapidly, and each frame is analyzed, compared, and filtered by Xiaoyi's artificial intelligence within milliseconds.

Finally, all the images stopped flashing, leaving only one image frozen in the center of the screen.

"This command is now complete. Xiao Yi has found the surveillance video of your loved one. We will continue to redirect you to other surveillance videos."

Xiao Yi's voice remained gentle, but there was a hint of childlike excitement and a desire to take credit in her tone.

Xia Anmian gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white, her nails digging into her palms, leaving deep marks. Her gaze was fixed on the screen, fixed on the face she knew all too well.

Jiang Yi.

His face looked terrible, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

But what made Xia Anmian's heart clench was not his complexion, nor the dark circles under his eyes.

It was the person next to him.

a woman.

A woman nestled into Jiang Yi's arms, half her body pressed against him, one hand around his waist, the other adjusting the collar of his coat.

Her movements were so natural, as if she had done it countless times, as if she were doing something perfectly natural.

The traffic police's camera was high-definition, clear enough to see the woman's face.

Su Xiaoyue.

What Xia Anmian found even harder to accept was Su Xiaoyue's smile.

She had smiled like that before, when she looked into her lover's eyes.

Why, why, why?

Why would she come looking for him after being scammed?

"Intimate contact between my partner and other women was detected."

Xiao Yi's voice suddenly became serious, carrying a businesslike calmness devoid of any emotional color.

"Xiao Yi is hacking into the hospital's surveillance system..."

"Infiltrating the communication system..."

"Insufficient permissions..."

"Changing direction..."

"Found my partner's phone backup information."

Jiang Yi's goal: to meet his parents.

"The location has been sent to the owner's email. Xiao Yi is tired."

Xiao Yi's voice suddenly softened, carrying a hint of coquettish, childish grievance.

"Goodbye, Master. QWQ."