My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1032 - 605: Blacklight Virus

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"Stupid brother, your dear sister has come all the way to seek refuge, and you dispatched me with just one meal, leaving me alone at home.

Humph! But that’s exactly what I wanted!

Mom only gave me three months, so I better gather some useful intel back home, otherwise I’ll be the one rushed to get married.

Brother, it’s all for my own sake, and with how much you care about me, you’d surely understand your sister’s struggles, right?

Alright! First step in rushing: of course, it’s to get to know my brother’s work situation, interests, and info on nearby women...

But lately, my brother has been all mysterious, claiming he’s starting a business, yet no clocking in at work, I have no idea what he’s busy with all day...

But this won’t stump Detective Meng Qingqing!

Hmm... let’s start the investigation in the bedroom, which is plain and ordinary, nothing hidden under the pillow or the bed.

Living room, aside from objects being overly arranged, there’s nothing abnormal either...

Speaking of which, is a single man’s place this clean and tidy indicative of some psychological issues?

This should be the study? Oh my! So many books..."

Looking at the shelves nearly filling up several walls, packed with all sorts of books on astronomy and geography, encompassing everything...

A whiff of academic excellence is overwhelming.

Meng Qingqing glanced over a dozen book titles and, given her understanding of her brother, having shelves full of literature, detective, and martial arts books makes sense.

Alright, math and science barely qualify as essential skills for wandering the world.

Biology and IT represent catching up with cutting-edge tech nowadays.

But law and cooking, what’s going on with them?

Even if a startup company is short-handed, it’s normal for one person to wear multiple hats, but there’s no need for someone to handle tech, legal, and cooking all at once, right?

How much is the salary for this kind of hustle!?

She knows Meng Lang loved reading since he was young, but he wasn’t this indiscriminate in his choices, was he?

Are these books... left by the previous tenant of the house?

But those hefty tomes opened on the desk clearly have scribbles and annotations, indicating someone often comes here to read the books.

She curiously looked at the names of those books on the desk...

David Myers’ "Social Psychology," Wagner’s "The Enneagram," Michael Porter’s "Competitive Strategy," Mark Bill’s "Neuroscience: Exploring the Brain..."

Meng Qingqing felt a bit dumbfounded.

Seriously, you’re a Chinese Studies major, crossing so many domains, aren’t you afraid of developing dissociative identity disorder?

Starting a business nowadays, does knowledge reserve really need to be this high?

I admit I’m from the countryside, but has the big city really become this competitive?

"Bro! I misunderstood you, I thought your success was dumb luck, didn’t realize you were secretly working hard behind our backs!

Turns out there’s no such thing as easy success in this world?"

She naturally still didn’t know that a little academic overachiever frequented this study...

With a reverent fear of a failing student, she instinctively backed away from the rows of bookshelves.

"Eh? There’s a safe here?" Meng Qingqing glanced around and finally spotted something that seemed more confidential.

Except the heavy-duty steel anti-explosion shell, along with mechanical lock, fingerprint lock, pin lock, facial recognition...

It’s clearly not something a sports major could open barehanded...

"Would it hold billions that need this crazy level of security!" Meng Qingqing fiddled for a while and finally gave up.

With her eyes rolling around, she noticed the laptop on the desk...

"Humph! I couldn’t open the safe, but you can’t stump me with the startup password, can you?"

She sat on the desk, opened the laptop, started it up, and then typed her brother’s name in pinyin plus his birthday.

It worked! Some habits never die!

Seeing the notebook as it entered the user interface, Meng Qingqing clenched her fist and shouted, "Yes!"

"Heh heh! This is why they say you can guard against thieves day and night, but you can’t guard against your own!"

[Welcome to the machine, verifying user’s identity...]

However, waiting for her wasn’t the typical Windows startup screen, but a mechanical synthesized voice.

No sign of my computer, no familiar desktop icons, only a sci-fi styled white robot sitting cross-legged in the starry sky, slowly opening its eyes, while the notebook’s camera flashed...

[User identity "Meng Qingqing" confirmed, eliminating potential threats, eliminating hostile forces member possibilities, meeting basic rights activation requirements, default minimum usage rights level, default basic intelligence level...]

"Uh... what’s going on here?"

Meng Qingqing’s eyes widened, it... it was a talking notebook?!

Wait! I’ve been recognized?

Whoa! Facial recognition!

Big bro, you’re too insidious! You installed this stuff on the laptop?!

No way! Have laptops become this advanced nowadays?

It identifies even non-owners?

Meng Qingqing was startled, but seeing the notebook didn’t trigger ear-piercing alarms like some anti-theft mechanism, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Stupid brother, you set all this up just to scare people, eliminating threats and potential hostile forces... does the startup dialogue need to be this over-the-top?

Though the startup animation is quite interesting, maybe I’ll have brother install one for me too, great for showing off~

Wait... where’s the mouse? There’s no mouse?

Could this really be voice-controlled? Hey hey! Can you hear me?"

[Yes, the sound is very clear, please let me know if you have any instructions.]

Whoa!

Meng Qingqing’s eyes widened. This... is really voice-controlled?

She didn’t feel like an outsider in Su City all day, yet being in her brother’s study for a while makes her feel so out of touch with the world...

I, a proud 90s kid, could it be I’ve already fallen out of sync with the mainstream electronic products of the world at such a young age?

"Who are you?" She tried asking.

[You may call me zero, I am the owner’s dedicated artificial intelligence.]

"Whoa! Amazing!"

[Thank you for your compliment, please let me know how I may assist you.]

"Uh... what can you do?"

[Given your permissions, I can provide basic intelligent service, including smart operation of this device, intelligent search, document generation, code writing, numerical modeling...]

"Stop stop stop!" A string of jargon got the IT novice a bit confused, she wasn’t here to synchronize with mainstream electronic products.

"Then why don’t you help me check, who my brother... that is, your owner Meng Lang, has been chatting with recently."

[Sorry, S-Level secret, your permission level is insufficient.]

Respecting privacy, understandable.

"Okay, then help me check if my brother has recently stored any mobile photos or files on the computer."

[Sorry, SS-level confidential, your access level is insufficient.]

Uh... Advanced privacy, got it, got it.

"Alright, I give up. So can you tell me what kind of work you’ve been busy with for my brother recently? That should be okay, right?"

[Sorry, SSS-level confidential, your access level is insufficient.]

"I..."

Alright! It’s business secrets, I force myself to understand!

Suppressing the urge to complain, Meng Qingqing thought carefully, then attempted to ask again.

"Then search the local files for me and sort them by modification time!"

She figured it out, as long as the keyword "my brother" was triggered, confidentiality was the main focus!

So she decided to change her wording and take a roundabout route.

Sure enough, this time she didn’t hear "insufficient access level," and the laptop obediently listed a series of local folders.

She looked carefully, the one sorted first was a folder named "New World’s Gate," and the second was called "Absolute Forbidden Zone"...

Heh heh heh! What artificial intelligence, wasn’t it just outsmarted by me!

Just by the names of these two folders, you can tell there’s definitely something wrong! Hehe!

"Open the first two folders for me!"

However...

[Sorry, X-level top secret, your access level is severely insufficient!]

Alright, alright, so the confidentiality level is higher than business secrets, huh!

Meng Qingqing had the urge to slam the computer shut.

So much for artificial intelligence! It can’t do this, can’t do that, really just a fancy boot screen!

She’s seriously suspecting it’s a low-end version of Xiao Du that only says "insufficient access level!"

Just then, the synthesized voice suddenly sounded again.

[Warning! Warning! You are attempting to access ’world destruction level’ risk information. Continuing will trigger the highest level defense measures!]

[Warning! Warning...]

Meng Qingqing: "..."

Which drama queen added so much drama to you!

It’s "world destruction level"!

Do you think you’re Skynet?

"What are you doing?" Just as she was complaining, a voice from behind startled Meng Qingqing.

Turning around, she saw Meng Lang standing at the study door with a dark expression.

"Uh... Brother, you’re back?"

Meng Qingqing cursed herself for being so focused on finding clues that she didn’t even notice the commotion outside.

The "great detective" caught red-handed forced herself to stay calm and chuckled awkwardly.

"Hehe! I wasn’t doing anything, I was just bored and wanted to surf the web on your laptop, but your laptop’s system is too difficult to use. I’ve been tinkering with it for ages and can’t even open a webpage.

It even calls itself an artificial intelligence, it’s just a fool!"

(Zero: "...")

Meng Lang: "..."

He twitched his lips, quickly went over to close the laptop, then glared at Meng Qingqing, speechless.

"Who allowed you in my study? So, Mom and Dad let you come over just to be a paparazzi!"

Although with Meng Qingqing’s "family group" level of basic access, it’s impossible to find any sensitive information, it was still careless.

Didn’t expect this guy to actually guess my boot password...

Old habits die hard!

"Detective! Detective! Paparazzi sounds so bad! I’m on a mission with Mom and Dad’s permission!" Meng Qingqing unapologetically admitted, puffed out her chest, and used her parents as an excuse.

Meng Lang couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her.

A detective? How come you didn’t find the marriage certificate in my bedroom closet?

You didn’t find anything you should, but you’re all over things you shouldn’t!

I think Mom and Dad have entrusted the wrong person...

"What? Is there something in this laptop that even your own sister can’t see?"

Thinking of how Meng Lang seemed a bit anxious just now, Meng Qingqing couldn’t help but approach and teasingly jab Meng Lang’s waist with her elbow.

"What’s ’New World’s Gate,’ and what’s ’Absolute Forbidden Zone’...

You guys always love to name things like this, don’t you? Oh, I get it~"

Meng Lang: "..."

A few veins popped on his forehead.

One out of anger, another out of pain.

"Tsk tsk! And ’world destruction level’ risk information...

But if this kind of thing gets seen, it indeed would be ’world destruction level’ social death, rest assured, I’ll keep it a secret for you... Hey, don’t push me!"

With a dark line across his face, Meng Lang grabbed Meng Qingqing by the collar and tossed her out of the study.

"In the future, neither Meng Qingqing nor dogs are allowed in my study, got it?"

"Hey! Brother, that’s personal attack!"

"Bang!"

Closing the door, Meng Lang rubbed his temples helplessly.

Gotta send this guy back home quickly, who knows what trouble she’ll cause otherwise.

Wait! The fact that she appeared on my "photo," could it be because she found out some secret...

Considering Meng Qingqing’s personality of not fearing trouble and enjoying drama, if she knew what I was doing, not only wouldn’t she be scared, she’d cling like a stubborn plaster, impossible to shake off...

Headache...

Ouch~ My waist hurts too...

Lifting his shirt, the bruise on his waist made Meng Lang wince.

Yan Weiwei’s hit was really hard, and Meng Qingqing added another blow just now.

Need to use some medicinal wine for bruises later...

Sitting at the desk, he opened the laptop, and upon confirming that Meng Qingqing didn’t discover anything, he felt at ease.

Seeing the "New World’s Gate" folder, Meng Lang couldn’t help but click inside.

"Artificial Intelligence Photonic Chip ’A’," "Cancer Cell CAR-T Therapy," "Overclocking Scripture 2.0," "Little Yu Plan"...

Besides the previous technical documents, there was a new document...

"Blacklight Virus"!

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