Although hearing the word "companion" from the mouth of an intelligent robot felt strange, Jiang Baimian was able to understand. After all, based on what she had seen and heard so far, she could easily draw a conclusion:
In "Mechanical Paradise," the status of intelligent robots was higher than that of other robots, and they were not too numerous.
In this case, it was normal for Genaeva to place a high weight on the status and "survival" of the robot guard members in its core program.
"I understand." It wasn't Jiang Baimian who said this, but Shang Jianyao.
He looked as if he deeply sympathized, as if he had lost a brother from a different father but the same mother.
Jiang Baimian didn't continue the topic, but said instead:
"We still need you to provide more information and corresponding permission so that we can comprehensively assess the danger level of the mission and ultimately decide whether to accept it or not."
Genaeva walked back to the armchair, pondered for a moment, and then said in a mellow baritone voice with a synthetic quality:
"Okay, what do you want to know?"
At this moment, Long Yuehong finally figured out what his team leader had said earlier and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a problem:
Even if Genaeva provided more information and gave the corresponding permission, the "Old Task Force" could still use the excessively high danger level as a reason not to accept the mission and abandon the matter.
Isn't this just getting something for nothing?
Just talking about it, without paying anything, and getting a lot of information!
Of course, thinking about it the other way around, it was also reasonable. Most wasteland scavengers would choose to stay away from missions with insufficient information. Therefore, when a client posted a mission at the guild, they were often required to provide details that met the audit requirements.
"Is there only that one survivor? Did he say anything?" Jiang Baimian had already figured out what to ask and how to ask.
The blue light in Genaeva's eyes flickered twice:
"Yes, there is only one survivor. His name is Zhang Jin, nicknamed Zhang Jiu, and he is a member of a wasteland scavenger team.
"They originally wanted to go to the southwestern mountains to hunt wild animals that had run out due to starvation in the winter. As a result, he was the only one who drove back.
"When he came back, he was covered in blood and only said 'There are High-Level Mindless' to the guard members at the Hedong Road intersection before fainting. When he woke up, we found that he had mental problems. He only knew how to shout frantically 'They are all dead,' 'They are all dead,' 'I killed them,' 'I killed them,' and we couldn't get any detailed information from him."
"Is there no other information?" Jiang Baimian asked further.
"No." Genaeva shook its silver-black mechanical head.
"You only knew this much information and sent out the guard?" Jiang Baimian couldn't help but say.
They didn't even know the number of "High-Level Mindless," let alone whether the opponent had human companions, what their specific abilities were, or whether they possessed any weapons or other details.
Genaeva was silent for a moment and said:
"We have experience in dealing with 'High-Level Mindless.' In the past, there were many 'Mindless' in the Chiral Mountains..."
These were all annihilated by the robot guards.
Strangely, Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and the others actually heard a hint of guilt in Genaeva's words.
An intelligent robot actually simulated guilt...
"Okay." Jiang Baimian didn't say much.
This wasn't her subordinate, nor was it her superior. They weren't close enough to speak deeply.
At this time, Shang Jianyao asked curiously:
"Why is he nicknamed Zhang Jiu?
"Because his mother had nine children, and he was the last one?"
Genaeva opened and closed its mouth and said:
"No. It's because there were a total of ten people in his wasteland scavenger team. They were sworn brothers and sisters according to ancient books, and he was the second youngest among them."
This sounded a bit tragic. If it were me, I would have also collapsed... Long Yuehong "hissed" inwardly.
None of the nine sworn brothers and sisters were left, and he himself went mad.
Jiang Baimian then sighed and said:
"The permission we want is to see Zhang Jiu to see if we can get more information."
"Okay." Genaeva expressed understanding. "But there's not much hope. We've used various methods, even some very advanced machines, but we haven't been able to hear any other words from his mouth."
"How do we know it won't work if we don't try?" Jiang Baimian controlled herself and didn't look at Shang Jianyao.
The "Old Task Force" had interrogation experts, no, negotiation experts, no, social butterflies!
Genaeva didn't say anything more, bent down, wrote a permission slip by hand, and drew a complex pattern consisting of the signature, content, and key information.
Jiang Baimian felt that she couldn't match this level of anti-counterfeiting, even if she tried her best.
However, she was still a little puzzled:
"There should be a wireless network connection between you. Why not just send an electronic permission to the guard members watching over Zhang Jiu, with our photos attached?"
"This is the prescribed procedure. You can't take shortcuts, otherwise it's easy for people to exploit loopholes," Genaeva explained.
Is your intelligent robot creed "procedural justice?" Jiang Baimian took the permission slip, and she led Shang Jianyao and the others to say goodbye and return to the jeep.
When Bai Chen started the car, she asked:
"What deductions can you make from the current information?"
Shang Jianyao immediately said:
"Zhang Jiu shouldn't be lying."
"Why do you say that?" Jiang Baimian asked.
Shang Jianyao responded seriously:
"A madman doesn't lie."
What kind of theory is this? Jiang Baimian spat in amusement.
Shang Jianyao then added:
"'Father' could get Zhang Jiu to kill his companions himself. That 'High-Level Mindless' might also have similar abilities."
"After Zhang Jiu sobered up, he couldn't accept this truth and his mind broke down to the point of insanity?" Long Yuehong followed up, feeling that this was the most reasonable explanation.
"Possibly." Jiang Baimian nodded slightly.
During the discussion, the "Old Task Force" returned to Hedong, but didn't rush to Tarnan General Hospital. Instead, they first went to the Hunter's Guild to see if anyone else had more information.
Entering the hall, they scanned the room and found that a wasteland scavenger team had already accepted the investigation mission.
"Who accepted it?" Jiang Baimian stopped a hunter and asked.
They're really confident!
The hunter glanced at her and unconsciously smiled:
"It's a team from outside. The leader has half of his head made of metal."
"Big Handsome's companions!" Shang Jianyao said happily.
Jiang Baimian nodded and also thought of who it was.
This should be the wasteland scavenger team that reminded them that there were "High-Level Mindless" at the watering point in the Chiral Mountains.
Hmm, survivors can not only choose Tarnan, but also escape to other places in the Chiral Mountains... that person said at the time that several wasteland scavenger teams had suffered tragic casualties... from this, it seems that it wasn't just Zhang Jiu's team that encountered "High-Level Mindless," but also other wasteland scavengers. These people may have more crucial information... the team that reminded us clearly encountered other survivors and knew some details, so they dared to accept this mission... of course, we can't rule out the possibility that they are extremely strong and very confident... While Jiang Baimian's thoughts raced, she sorted out a line of reasoning.
She asked the somewhat confused passerby:
"Where is that team from outside?"
"They've already set off and gone into the mountains," the passerby replied truthfully.
After asking around again, the "Old Task Force" couldn't get any more information, so they drove to the north side of Binhe Avenue and turned towards Tarnan General Hospital.
Outside Zhang Jiu's ward, a robot guard member in a dark green uniform stood guard, standing very straight.
Jiang Baimian explained their purpose and handed the permission slip handwritten by Genaeva to the other party.
The blue light in the eyes of the robot guard member shone brightly, scanning the complex symbols on the paper.
With a beep, it nodded and said:
"Audit passed, no problem, you can go in."
So convenient... Long Yuehong praised inwardly.
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Inside the ward, Zhang Jiu, who wasn't actually that old, huddled on the bed, wrapped in a thick white cotton quilt, shivering non-stop, his eyes extremely scattered, as if there was no focus.
Although it was still winter, his performance was really too exaggerated.
Jiang Baimian directly gave Shang Jianyao a wink, while she stopped at the door and closed it behind her.
Shang Jianyao walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Zhang Jiu, whose stubble was becoming more and more obvious, hurriedly shrank into the corner, exhibiting a clear stress response.
"Don't be nervous, look..." Shang Jianyao smiled. "You're human, and I'm human; you're a wasteland scavenger, and I'm a wasteland scavenger; so..."
Because Zhang Jiu could still understand human speech and knew how to answer questions, Jiang Baimian judged that "Reasoning Clown" could have a certain effect.
As for what could be asked from a madman after it had an effect, that was another matter.
Zhang Jiu listened blankly to Shang Jianyao's words, and his body gradually relaxed, no longer shivering so much.
"You, are you Wang Da?" he asked hesitantly, a little excited.
Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen were stunned at first, and then they understood who Wang Da was.
And after understanding, they only felt a sense of sadness surge into their hearts.
"Yes." Shang Jianyao nodded gently and asked straight to the point, "Why did you kill them?"
"I..." Zhang Jiu paused, his voice a little louder. "I didn't, I didn't! Wang Da, listen to my explanation, I, I was just killing monsters!"
As he spoke, he fell silent, and then he laughed, laughing with tears streaming down his face:
"Haha, yes, I killed them! It was me, it was me!"
Shang Jianyao raised his right hand and made a downward pressing gesture:
"Besides monsters, what else did you see?"
Zhang Jiu calmed down a bit, and his eyes slowly became a little dull, as if he was trapped in a frame-by-frame slow-motion playback of his memory.
Suddenly, he flicked his messy black hair and blurted out:
"There, there is a dragon!"
This voice echoed in the room, as if it had produced some kind of resonance.