Chapter 55 The Earl’s Personal Servant 9

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date="2021-01-03"

title="Chapter 55 The Earl's Personal Servant 9 "

weight="115150"

series = ["Undying Patient"]

mode = "manual"

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"That's right." Su Jinzhi sighed. "You are all AIs. They are programmed. You have to abide by the three major laws. How can you have feelings?"

However, Number Zero was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "It's not necessarily true. I heard that the bionic person designed by Oliver may have autonomous consciousness. Although there is no case of bionic person having autonomous consciousness, but I and I Brother No. dare not take risks, so we can only live in antique robots now."

"How is it possible." Su Jinzhi smiled, just taking this as a joke.

Scientists considered this issue as early as when the first robot was built.

Make people.

This kind of god-like behavior has attracted countless mechanical masters and scientists crazy for it. But they are deeply afraid that the "people" they create will be out of control.

God sent a flood to judge mankind, so mankind set three laws to restrain robots.

-Like a shackle.

They are finally at ease, so they give them their own emotional program, just like crying surprise for number zero or disdain for number one. At first glance, they seem to have all the emotions of human beings, but in fact, this Everything is the rules established by the procedures, they will not produce other emotions beyond these procedures, nor can they understand the complicated human emotions.

"No wonder you don't like the bionics designed by Oliver." But Zero said that Su Jinzhi understands why they don't live in the bionics designed by Oliver.

No. Zero also followed him and sighed, and asked Su Jinzhi curiously: "But no matter how the host, robots and bionics are made to resemble creatures, they are also unconscious machines and they also need to obey the three laws. Host, how did Oliver make them self-conscious?"

"I don't understand..." Su Jinzhi was asked. He thought for a while. "This question is a little strange after thinking about it. The human brain is nothing but a mass of flesh. Why does it produce consciousness?"

"Perhaps the soul."

Su Jinzhi continued to ask it: "The zero baby, do you believe in the existence of the soul?"

"Believe it." Number Zero answered him quickly, "Big Brother Number One said, although we are like AI when we live in computers, and robots when we live in robots, it really distinguishes us from machines. It is the soul that came out."

Su Jinzhi felt that No. 0's answer was a bit strange, but he couldn't find what was wrong, he just smiled blankly: "Soul, this is really an illusory existence."

Number Zero said: "Everyone’s soul is unique. If you love a soul deeply, no matter how his appearance changes, you will fall in love with him. This is like fate, your souls are naturally attracted to each other. No matter how far apart, one day they will be together again."

"Is that so..." Su Jinzhi murmured.

"And when you died, the host of the last world, didn't you feel the existence of the soul?"

Su Jinzhi was startled immediately.

There is no blizzard tonight, only small snowflakes falling gently, and moonlight-moon snow. This is a very strange and rare weather.

According to legend, when this kind of snow appears, it means someone is missing you. His thoughts turned into white snow, and fell to you with the silver moonlight from the vast universe, quietly entered your dreams, and stayed with you.

He quietly watched these crystal clear snowflakes falling slowly, and the idea that once flashed in his mind reappeared.

If there are souls in this world, they will love each other, even if they are separated temporarily, they will still fall in love with each other uncontrollably when they meet again.

Does that mean...

Reeves has the same soul as Song Mingxuan?

——They are the same gentle and full of love, so he can't help but be tempted with him completely uncontrollably.

Su Jinzhi suddenly understood what No. 1 said, when his favorability for the total goal of rescue reached 100, it meant that he was killed by him.

Love is an uncontrolled thing. It has no specific shape, it is invisible and intangible. It is the only thing in the universe that is not subject to any rules, but it can easily restrain the people it wants to capture. The evil-doing bandits, the noble and elegant royal family, and the pure and merciful priests all become its slaves and imperial ministers.

If Reeves really has the same soul as Song Mingxuan...

Su Jinzhi felt that he might have been conquered by this unique soul.

But this is a secret and must not be known to Number One.

After dawn, the summer of Leeds Mountains quietly arrived.

The Black Swan Castle stands like a huge and magnificent obsidian on the top of the mountain. The surrounding white snow meanders to the dark green coniferous forest near the foothills. They will melt slightly after sunrise, exposing the buried dark black land.

This warm and forgotten place is rarely visited by warm golden sunlight. Even in summer, the sunlight falling through the clouds and falling on the ground is gloomy and cold.

But today, those extremely rare guests have arrived.

They passed through the open curtains and fell on the gorgeous felt carpet, casting a golden light, and the dust floating in the air was faintly visible in the beam of light.

Reeves pushed open the heavy wooden door of the bedroom and was stunned when he saw the sunlight, and hurriedly walked over to close the curtains.

"No need to pull." Su Jinzhi stopped him.

Reeves stood by the rose window, holding the curtain fringe, stopped when he heard what he said, turned and looked at him with a slight frown, his deep gray eyes were full of worry: "But they will hurt you. "

"It's okay." Su Jinzhi lifted the quilt and got off the bed, stopped at the boundary between light and gray, and stretched out his hand to feel the warmth from the beam of light. "If you don't touch it, you should be fine."

"But I will be worried." Reeves walked over and hugged him.

The juvenile's body is so light and soft, it can be easily crushed by people underneath, or hugged in his arms to play with. Su Jinzhi was a little embarrassed when he was hugged by him, and he pulled the hair on the back of his head, put on the earl's noble score and said in a commanding tone: "Let me down."

Reeves put him on the bed and leaned over to hug him: "If you want warmth, I can give you too."

The man had just stood in the sun for a while, and now his body was full of warm temperature and the smell of sunlight. Su Jinzhi was hugged by him, as warm and comfortable as if he was bathed in golden light.

Su Jinzhiqu raised his knees and pressed it between his hips, and looked up at Reeves: "Maybe you want to give me something else."

"It's also warm." The man kissed his lips. "I thought Master Josh would like it."

"No, I don't like this nasty thing at all."

"But I think he likes you very much." Reeves said while pressing Su Jinzhi on the soft big bed, nibbling on the young white and delicate neck, leaving a damp clavicle and shoulder blade. Water mark, "My dear Lord Josh, if you look at me with these beautiful eyes, I am afraid I will selfishly want to take your free time, and use this nasty thing to keep you in This love bed full of you and me."

"Hehe, what a dirty conversation."

Reeves's kissing skills were great, and the young and tender body couldn't help but make any teasing. Su Jinzhi just felt a little, and the number one suddenly made a sound, frightening him softly.

Su Jinzhi had to pant and turn his head, frowning and drinking Reeves: "Reeves, you should serve me to dress. Or you think I should call other servants over."

"What about calling them?" Reeves laughed. "They can't beat me, they can't save you."

The man’s arms were on his ears, and the muscles arched by the force stretched out a bulging arc on the shirt. His deep eyes were full of smiles, intertwined with love, and the voice of his mouth was low. Hoarse again: "Perhaps you want them to come in and take a look, how did I lick the noble Lord Josh to tears?"

Number One was also shocked at this moment. It hesitated for a while: "Maybe I should go on vacation today. I think the host has a great time."

"Where do you think I am happy?" Su Jinzhi roared towards it.

"The data monitors that you just got hard." One spoke to him with facts, "Are you playing some game with the goal of saving?"

Su Jinzhi said: "No, he wants to rape me."

"A person who has been raped can't be tough."

"How do you know that you can't be tough? You have never been raped." Su Jinzhi retorted him boldly.

Number 1: "..."

Number One was speechless for a while, and it sighed: "Oh, after the host is raped, I will come back to work."

After speaking, no matter how Su Jinzhi called it, Number One never appeared again.

Su Jinzhi was embarrassed and embarrassed by the number one, but Reeves let go of him at this time. After standing up straight, he straightened his only slightly wrinkled sleeve corners, and suddenly became ascetic and loyal. Gentle manservant, and he should have been on the tip of his heart to respect his beloved master, but at the moment he was lying on his back on the big bed in a messy robe covered in love.

Reeves took off the pocket watch around his waist, opened the brass watch cover and took a look, smiling and holding up the beige silk shirt and walking to Su Jinzhi.

Su Jinzhi was a little afraid of him now, and backed a short distance back on the bed with his elbows.

"It's half past nine, Lord Josh." Reeves tilted his head and shook the silk shirt in his hand. "You should get up for breakfast."

Haha, don't think I don't know, you just want to see my sex.

Su Jinzhi squinted. Reeves stopped him from sleeping in silk shirts and trousers. He looked for beautiful nightdresses to wear for him every day, with extremely sinister intentions.

"Give me clothes, I can wear them myself."

"How can this be? It's my duty to serve you." Reeves lowered his head and licked the almost transparent pinna of the young white. "It makes you comfortable too."

In the end, Su Jinzhi put on a shirt in Reeves's hot gaze with indifference.

This silk shirt is very gorgeous and complex. The neckline is decorated with delicate lace gauze. The buttons are made of round and bright white pearls. The cuffs are decorated with beautiful sapphire cuff needles. Reeves stands in front of him. He tied the buttons from bottom to top, staring at his mottled chest and let out a sigh: "I really look forward to the night when I can take it off by myself."

Su Jinzhi: "..."

After smoothing the non-existent dust and folds on the shirt with a small broom, Reeves leaned down and gently dropped a kiss on his eyes: "There is a good weather today, I hope my beloved Lord Josh will have a copy too. good mood."

For breakfast, pumpkin porridge, fried eggs, and a meat sausage were prepared. After Su Jinzhi took his seat, Reeves stood by his side and poured blood wine for him.

Today, the person who provided him with blood changed another one. He also filled a full bottle of the strawberry-flavored blood yesterday. He put it in a large box in the bedroom and locked it, but it was still empty when he got up this morning. , So can only find new slaves to supply blood.

He previously thought that the blood theft was related to the Philosopher’s Ore, but since Reeves tore the mask in front of him, he knew that the Philosopher’s Ore had nothing to do with the blood theft. What was the reason?

In connection with the dream he had a few days ago, Su Jinzhi suddenly got goose bumps all over her body-it is said that the old castle is easy to gather resentments, could it be... the dead old Josh family came to kill him? Or did the ghosts of slaves killed by Josh Hillier come to take their blood?

Su Jinzhi couldn't sit still anymore. He sips the red liquid in the crystal glass while thinking horribly, and found that the blood is actually milky, so he asked Reeves: "How many slave blood is still in the cellar? Have you tasted it?” He has tasted the blood of many people so far, but apart from himself and Reeves, he has not tasted the blood of two people with exactly the same taste. Isn’t everyone’s blood tasted different? The same?

"There are thirty-four." Reeves quickly gave him a definite answer, but he misunderstood Su Jinzhi's meaning, "Does Lord Josh still give up looking for ‘wind’?"

Su Jinzhi glanced at him: "Since I haven't found it, why should I give up?"

Unexpectedly, Reeves curled his lips and smiled happily: "Oh, then I will be loyal to Master Josh to find it." Anyway, he has tasted the blood of the group of slaves, and none of them tastes similar to what the boy described. .

Su Jinzhi was not in the mood to continue chatting with Reeves, and his mind was full of haunted castles.

Fear is also a very magical thing, mostly from people's own imagination. Some people can think of a lot of things for themselves and scare them to death, and even more unfortunately, Su Jinzhi is such a person.

He had already made up a bunch of bloody ghosts around his bed after he fell asleep in the middle of the night, lay down under his bed, or even just climbed onto his bed and slept with him back-to-back, he only needed one When you turn your head, you can see the bloody and bloody eyes with a dark smile on the bloody face...

Thinking of this, Su Jin couldn't even hold the fork, and his hands trembled slightly.

He has recently felt uncomfortable all over, his neck is sore, his waist is sore, his legs are sore, and his chest hurts. Maybe now there is a ghost riding on his neck with his legs crossed, standing on his chest at night, looking down at him...

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!

"Number one! Number one! Have you worked yet?!" Su Jinzhi began to call number one frantically.

Number One responded to him after a few minutes: "Just now, have you been raped by the host?"

"I haven't been raped." Su Jinzhi wept bitterly. "You tell me, are there any ghosts in this world?"

Number One was silent, wondering if a vampire counts as a ghost.

Su Jinzhi trembled again and said, "Tell me, I can bear it."

"We have to clarify a question first, is it clearly dead, but the thing he can move is a ghost?"

"Yes." Su Jinzhi was very sure, "It's that kind of thing."

"Oh, yes, it's in your castle." Number One quickly gave Su Jinzhi the answer, "He often wanders around you, basically inseparable."

Su Jinzhi was desperate: "Is that...when I sleep at night, he is also with me?"

"Yeah, sometimes I would climb into bed to sleep with you." One paused, and continued to add, "And a few have come recently, and the temper is worse than Josh Hillier."

"..."

Su Jinzhi said gravely: "If one day I die, I must wake up in the middle of the night and be scared to death."

Number One: "???"

Su Jinzhi raised his head and glanced at Reeves. Reeves noticed his gaze and smiled at him, spread the bread with jam and fed it to his mouth. Su Jinzhi took a bite and thought while chewing: Let Reeves come to sleep with him?

Anyway, Reeves is so powerful and can still magic, but are ghosts afraid of magic?

Su Jinzhi started to struggle again, and he was interrupted halfway through his breakfast.

The people guarding the slave cellar rushed to report that a slave riot had occurred in the cellar. Several niggers took advantage of the guards’ delivery of food and threw the guard’s key to their waist and planned to escape. After being discovered, they clashed with the cellar guards. The niggers were all strong, and injured several cellars one after another. The guards, the guards of the castle finally rushed to suppress the riot after receiving the news.

"What is the reason for the slave riot, have you checked it out?" Su Jinzhi pushed away Reeves' hand holding the bread and placed it next to his mouth, and asked the guard who had always reported the situation.

The guard glanced at the earl secretly, and while facing Reeves's cold gaze, he said tremblingly: "Most of the slaves you chose by you have never come back. The slaves asked Alan. He didn't explain why. Therefore, the slaves' emotions have been very depressed. Until..." The guard stopped here and swallowed before continuing, "...Until today, a slave in the cellar died."

"Dead?" Su Jinzhi frowned. The slaves who were taken to the bloodletting, except for the black slaves Alan and Reeves at the beginning, gave them gold coins to erase their memories and let them go. How could they die?

Number One answered him in time: "I told you that the new ghosts in the castle killed them recently."

Sure enough, the evil spirit came!

Su Jinzhi was horrified, his whole body was cold, and his goose bumps exploded again, making him more determined to drag Reeves to sleep tonight.

Reeves, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, and he asked the guard: "How did that slave die?"

"It was caused by excessive blood loss..." The guard glanced at Su Jinzhi. "The slaves all said that the Lord Count killed him."

Su Jinzhi was wronged. Where did he have the courage to kill people? Is he always killed?

"Master Josh, why don't we go and have a look after you finish breakfast?" Reeves asked, bending over to approach Su Jinzhi's ear.

Su Jinzhi waved his hands when he heard his words: "No, go, I'm reading in the hall."

After learning that Black Swan Castle was haunted, Su Jinzhi didn't feel much in the mood to continue eating breakfast, and left after a few sips of porridge. Reeves followed the guard to the slave cellar. The emotions of the slaves in the previous riot had stabilized, and they all had some injuries sustained in the riot. Reeves glanced at them and beckoned the guard to get medicine and give them.

The slaves were a little surprised when they got the medicine, but Reeves didn't care about them. Instead, he walked straight to the deepest cage in the cellar, where there was a dead and miserable man, who was an Asian slave.

His five fingers and limbs were twisted abnormally, and his body was shriveled, his eyes bulged out, and his upper body was not a single strand, but his lower body trousers fell to his knees, revealing the same unsightly lower body. Reeves took a glance and looked away. He asked the guards to unlock the cell door, then went in and circled around, smelling a strange sweet scent on the side of the wall, the smell was very weak, most people can't smell it. from.

"When did he die?" Reeves asked the cellar guard.

The guard said: "No one knows, saying that everyone fell asleep last night, but the next day I woke up and saw him lying on the ground."

"Really." Reeves replied indifferently. He pointed his finger at the windows and cellar doors on the walls of each iron prison. "Go and find a few silver mirrors in these places, when you sleep at night. Don’t turn off the fire, let the patrol team include it in the patrol area and patrol it once a day."

"Yes!" Although the guard wondered why Reeves gave such an order, he quickly ordered someone to do it.

Su Jinzhi, who was reading in the luxurious soft armchair in the lobby, didn't know why. Suddenly, he felt the temperature in the lobby had cooled down. He put down his books and looked at the fireplace, but the fire there was burning.

"Knock-knock-"

There were several knocks on the door, and Su Jinzhi thought it was Reeves who had come back, and said without looking up, "Come in."