"This is the car key." The magnetic baritone sounded in the screen with a metal collision sound, which was probably the car key. "You can try to use it to drive away the car first."

"No need to try it." said a rough voice. "I have a sense of trust in you gentlemen. In addition, even if this thing cannot be driven, you can still treat it as if you bought a scrapped car and exchanged it for me. It is a one-time transaction, and you will not lose money."

The rough man laughed, "Okay, you go down and take a look. If you need anything, call me. I'll lie on it for a while."

"That's it." said the baritone.

With the sound of chain friction and metal collision, the sound of the soles of leather shoes colliding against sand and stones on the ground finally came out of the screen.

Then, a man in a suit dusted off his body and walked to the scrapped car.

The man had a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and a angular face was cold without any expression.

The Guardian tilted his head and looked at the man. She always felt that she had seen this man somewhere.

"It's indeed it." The man nodded and murmured to himself as he took out a pair of gloves from his briefcase.

Then he put on his gloves and placed his right hand on the rusted sliding door.

He gently held the handle, and a miserable metal sound echoed in the clearing.

Then he pulled hard in his direction.

Just a "click" sound, the handle was broken.

The car door is still tightly attached to the car.

"Okay." The man sighed, put his hands on the window, then pulled hard and removed the entire door.

A rusty dust splashed out instantly under his action.

The Guardians felt as if they could smell the rust through this screen.

As the door was opened, the man put his head into the driver's seat.

Although this is indeed a difficult thing.

Because the roof and frame of this car have been deeply trapped, almost blocking the driver's seat space.

After all, this is a car that has been in an accident.

It was heard that it was found at the scene of a shocking series of collisions that happened several years ago, which had been squeezed by multiple vehicles and was still sitting in both driver's seats.

Thinking about it now, the person sitting in the driver's seat at that time should not look very good.

But this has nothing to do with him.

What he was concerned about was not the car or those people, but something that still existed in the car.

The steering wheel in the driver's seat still exists. Although it has been destroyed so long that it cannot be seen as it is, the man knows what it used to be.

He tightened his gloves, then placed his hands on the steering wheel, pulled it hard slightly, and the rusty steering wheel was pulled down by him, and he also brought up several wires connected behind it.

"Yes." The man nodded, as if he had discovered what he wanted.

He disconnected the steering wheel from the wires and slowly deepened his hands into the place where the wires were.

During this process, he removed the dashboard that blocked his operation, moved away the driver's seat with only a few springs left, and lifted the broken zenith.

"Touched it." He muttered to himself, his eyes lit up at the same time.

The hands, which were deeply trapped in the big hole behind the steering wheel, were constantly fumbled into something.

Immediately afterwards, with a metallic "click" sound, his face also stretched out.

The hands also began to slowly pull back.

He must have found something, the Guardian thought.

But, what is that?

Although she knew that the car was the wreckage of the smart car in the previous scene, what should be the thing buried in this pile of scrap iron?

In fact, the answer is very obvious, but she selectively forgot and ignores this answer.

The man gasped and moved out an iron box that looked obviously different from the style of the car.

This is the artificial intelligence driving system of this car.

He didn't know why the people related to the car did not recycle the box when the car was scrapped. Maybe it was because the car was too deformed, or maybe it was because they were too sad or dared not come forward. But in short, the car was completely forgotten after the accident.

The man looked at the box in his hand that looked completely different from the style around him and nodded.

Then he took out his cell phone from his body and dialed a phone number.

The phone was quickly connected after two rings.

"Yes, it's me." The man said.

"Come here to pick me up, you should be able to see my current position. Yes, come here as soon as possible."

"What? You ask where my car went? It doesn't matter, it's right to pick me up."

The picture flashed and disappeared again.

...

Then, the next light lit up in a conventional way.

The Guardian floated over without hesitation.

The story just now has not been told, and she is now curious about what will continue to tell the next story.

When I arrived at the next screen, the flashing picture in the screen casts a laboratory-like scene.

And in the center of this room, the man just now and some people who looked like experimenters.

"Is this the core you are talking about?" A man in a loose white coat looked at the box he had just taken out of the scrap car, and a look of confusion appeared on his face, "How come he looked like a box of activated charcoal deodorant."

"Don't doubt it is, it is." The man's familiar baritone immediately proved his identity. "This thing is the culprit of the huge car accident that shocked the city a few years ago."

"Is it really so scary?" The researcher looked up at the man suspiciously, then looked at the box in his hand.

The ordinary small box lying in his hands at this moment was like a Pandora's magic box, attracting his attention.

"Is it scary?" The man chewed the adjective carefully, then shook his head, "I can't say that. I believe that every AI is formed related to the acquired influence of human beings. It must have absorbed the information of human beings' killing each other before such a wrong judgment began."

"Of course, these are just my speculations and cannot represent that it is the truth of the matter." The man smiled, "I believe you should be able to unravel the things in it, but this thing has been a bit old, and I would like to treat it in the way of treating cultural relics."
Chapter completed!