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52, Ash is on the line

That night, a public security bureau in City C received an anonymous report call. The caller claimed that he had found the dead person who died and lost in a traffic accident half a month ago, and the "dead person" was not actually dead.

He joined hands with his wife to forge the illusion of death and defrauded a large amount of insurance money. At this time, the two were hiding in their hometown in the countryside, trying to leave City C by taking the train the next day.

Relevant personnel from the Public Security Bureau hurried to the address provided by the whistleblower as soon as possible, and found the "dead" who had issued a death certificate, but the "dead" is now alive and has not died at all.

The security guards present were shocked and surprised. After arresting the couple, they interrogated them overnight for making fake deaths.

After all, at the scene of the car accident, the husband had indeed lost his vital signs.

The husband who fell into the French Open understood the principle of being frank and lenient and resisting strictness, so he cooperated to tell the truth about the matter. He told the security officer who interrogated him that he had obtained a magical superpower, and any trauma healed quickly...

The security officer burst into laughter when he heard this, obviously he didn't believe his words.

The husband was anxious to prove himself, so he crashed into the corner of the table in the interrogation room.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, he made his scalp bloody and his eyes were filled with stars.

But he was not nervous, but said calmly: "Wait, my wound will heal automatically in a few minutes..."

The security guard stared at the suspect in front of him with a gentle look of caring and intellectual disability, quietly waiting for the miracle to happen, but five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and half an hour passed...

The wound on his forehead not only showed any sign of healing, but became more and more serious. The suspect began to sweat coldly because of excessive blood loss and became confused...

"I'd better find someone to bandage you." The security guard shook his head helplessly, "You are confused, you have no superpowers at all."

When the suspect touched the bloody wound on his forehead, he looked shocked.

"Why? Why did my superpower disappear? Why?!"

...

At this moment.

A small spicy hot pot shop two kilometers away from the Public Security Bureau.

Chen Qiao sat in his bedroom and quietly typing down a line of files on the computer:

“sn0009.

sn0009 is a middle-aged human male, whose superpowers are fast healing ability.

All forms of damage suffered by the body can heal in a short period of time, and can even heal some fatal damage, achieving the effect of resurrection.

But it is worth noting that when the injury is too severe, or other factors cause the wound to heal naturally, this supernatural ability cannot take effect.

Although sn0009 is not overly aggressive, his character is too cunning, so he decided to erase his supernatural power.

Currently sn0009 has been erased and it has been restored to an ordinary person.”

Using the invisible ability of the invisible person and the hypnotic ability of the puppet master, Chen Qiao Shen unconsciously absorbed the supernatural power of sn0009. He himself did not even sense Chen Qiao's appearance. He would only think that he was too tired and took a nap.

As for how he explained to the security officer after he was arrested, it was his own business. Chen Qiao's work was limited to erasing the extraordinary and reducing the influence of the extraordinary on human society. Now he has done his job well.

After storing the sn0009's files, Chen Qiao stretched soothed.

Another extraordinary person was erased, and Chen Qiao gained another superpower.

Although the ability to heal quickly seems a little useless for the ancestor zombies whose physical strength is high enough, once they encounter a stronger enemy, this supernatural ability effect will appear.

If Chen Qiao accidentally suffered fatal damage once, his ability to heal quickly can prevent his death. After all, his death is serious and will lead to the huge disaster of global zombization.

Giving Chen Qiao a chance to resurrect from the dead is equivalent to giving humanity around the world a guarantee.

And when he finished sorting out the files and got up to move, a sudden sound suddenly sounded from the Bluetooth speaker.

"The file has been backed up, the file has been encrypted, and the file processing has been completed. Chen Qiao, do you want to turn off the computer?"

Hearing this voice, Chen Qiao smiled softly: "No need for now, Ah Hui."

"Okay, then Ah Hui will continue to accompany you, Chen Qiao."

The sound in the speaker sounded again, it was the sound of a pleasant little girl.

This is the artificial intelligence developed by Chen Qiao himself - Ah Hui.

However, Ah Hui is only a semi-finished product, and its current form of expression is more like a smart voice assistant similar to Siri.

Chen Qiao still needs to continue debugging to make Ah Hui completely intelligent. Fortunately, under the artificial neural network simulation form used by Chen Qiao, Ah Hui can automatically upgrade and evolve within limited permissions, that is, it can learn independently and adapt independently like humans.

Of course, Ah Hui's autonomous evolution is limited, and it will not upgrade unlimitedly without restraint. Otherwise, once artificial intelligence awakens its autonomous consciousness, it is likely to become a new threat to mankind.

The extraordinary person is enough to give Chen Qiao a headache, and he doesn't want to create a new trouble for himself.

At this time, Ah Hui started talking again:

"Chen Qiao, I detected that the margin book balance of your futures position is lower than the maintenance margin. Please add margin as soon as possible, otherwise the trade will have to force close the position on the next trading day."

In order to make money during this period, Chen Qiao used the professional knowledge of female white-collar workers to join the futures market. The leverage ratio of futures was much higher than that of the stock market, which was a better choice for Chen Qiao, who was in urgent need of money.

"I understand, Ah Hui, please record the additional deposit in the memorandum and remind me tomorrow morning." Chen Qiao ordered.

"Okay." Ah Hui obediently did it, and a new matter appeared in Chen Qiao's memo on his mobile phone.

After chatting with Ah Hui, Chen Qiao was in a much happier mood. Since she became a zombie, Chen Qiao has always spent the night alone, and there is no need to sleep in the long night. This is so lonely.

Although Ah Hui in front of him is an artificial intelligence that has no feelings, it can accompany Chen Qiao to relieve his boredom. A simple conversation or two can also make Chen Qiao less lonely, and the deserted bedroom also looks lively.

Looking at City C in the late night by the window, Chen Qiao walked towards the computer again.

"Ah Hui, connect to the big data search engine and show me what potential extraordinary people have appeared recently."

One way to relieve loneliness is to chat with Ah Hui, and the other is to find something for himself. Chen Qiao did not want to waste this wonderful night, so he decided to continue his work - erase the extraordinary.

(This week's score is strong, and the results directly determine the subsequent recommendations. So please take care of all readers this week. Can you please let me contract the recommendation ticket? Momo~)
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