What It's Like Being a Vampire
Chapter 196 - : Make Arrangements
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Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Make Arrangements
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Although Xiang Kun could pretty much guess what Zhang Qian was thinking, since she was willing to pay and Xiang Kun also happened to be looking for some project to practice and find inspiration for his âAI Assistant Planâ, and she could agree to all of his stringent conditions, he had no reason to reject her.
After discussing with Director Lin, Xiang Kun decided to bring in that old buddy from the forum who had introduced them to form a team to cooperate with his work.
That old friend just happened to be in Peng City, and he could liaise directly with Director Lin and his team.
On the whole, Xiang Kun was responsible for the overall framework and system architecture design, as well as the coding of several core modules, while the team formed by the old friend would implement his requirements.
The old friend also couldnât understand why Director Lin and his team would agree to such bizarre conditions. But since there was money to be made, he had no reason to reject either.
If it was Xiang Kun before the mutation, with seven years of experience and having always led a team, he might still feel a bit uneasy and stressed about this project, since it wasnât the same type he had been working on before.
But now, by the time he met Director Lin in the hotel café for less than twenty minutes, he already had a basic implementation plan.
Of course, although Xiang Kunâs brain is powerful in thinking and computing, he is not omniscient, and such a large project still requires division of labor and collaboration.
If he had to finish everything by himself, he could do it. He could learn things he had not done before, and he definitely had no problem with his learning ability. But to him, it didnât make sense. The time input and rewards were not proportional.
The âinspirationâ he wanted to find through this project was not that. It was like he was going to build a house now. He could provide the blueprint and construction plan, lay out the positioning guidelines and dig the foundation, arrange for the workers as a contractor, and even work as a worker himself if he had enough time and energy. But these werenât helpful for what he wanted to do. In programming, it doesnât make any special meaning to finish all by oneself like a piece of artwork.
Xiang Kun was prepared to recluse at home for a while, work out this project, get the money from Zhang Qian, and then work on his âAI Assistant Planâ.
He had decided that no matter what the outcome was, even if it was a still uninnovative AI assistant, he had to make it.
Despite the fact that his brain power was impressive, he had phenomenal computational abilities, and was particularly good at âdaydreamingâ and excelling at coming up with schemes on the fly, he did indeed need some âhelpâ.
His blood-drinking period was in three days, and he had already finished off all six rabbits at home, so he needed to stock up on a few more.
But as soon as he left the community, Xiang Kun noticed something strange â was someone watching him? đłrđđwđđđ»đŒvel.đ°ođŠ
He even knew who it was. It was the same âprivate investigatorâ that he had reported for âpeepingâ outside the hotel the night before. Even the Accord he was driving was the same one.
Wasnât this guy detained by the local security?
But what was he doing here?
As Xiang Kun walked toward the bus stop, he noticed that the Accord was indeed following him. It was definitely watching him.
Did he know that it was Xiang Kun who reported him that day? Was he here for revenge? It shouldnât be. He had reported directly to Officer Chen. Given Officer Chenâs character, it was unlikely that he would have âsoldâ him out. And even if the investigator guessed it was Xiang Kun who was the snitch, he should not still drive that car here, right? Thatâs too fucking obvious. Was he trying to scare Xiang Kun on purpose?
Because of the tailing, Xiang Kun couldnât just go and buy rabbits, so he took a random bus.
From what he could observe, Xiang Kun found that the private investigator was quite cautious with his tailing, he didnât directly follow the bus, but used the rear vehicles to block his sight.
That meant he didnât drive this car to âintimidateâ Xiang Kun, but he genuinely was secretly following him.
Maybe after being âinvited for teaâ by Officer Chen at the police station, this guy didnât dare to tail Zhang Qian anymore. But when he found out that Zhang Qian had agreed to let Director Lin and Xiang Kun work together, he thought he could get some information from following Xiang Kun?
Xiang Kun didnât feel like guessing why he was being followed anymore. The bottom line was to shake off the tail.
How to handle it?
Contacting Officer Chen was definitely the best choice, but Xiang Kun felt that even if the P.I were detained by Officer Chen, it didnât seem like a great punishment.
So after thinking about it, he decided to try out the method he had thought of before.
After getting off the bus, Xiang Kun found a drinks shop, ordered a drink, and settled down at the outdoor wicker chair at the entrance. Then he whipped out his cell phone, looking like he was casually refreshing the news.
The black Accord also parked at the roadside diagonally across the street, continuing its surveillance on Xiang Kun.
Although Xiang Kun was looking at his phone, in his mind, he began to imagine the wicked things the private investigator had done, like spying on peopleâs privacy and driving people to suicide, illegal profiteering from stealing other peopleâs secrets, and collaborating with criminals to deceive the police. He didnât know the investigator nor did he understand him. Exactly because of this, it was not difficult for him to imagine and arrange the bad things the investigator had done.
Gradually, Xiang Kunâs anger towards the private investigator grew, and he gripped his phone a little tighter. With a pop, the already cracked screen developed another crack. What was still visible on the screen suddenly became hazy.
A passerby was walking past the black Accord, then suddenly stopped, gently knocking on the driverâs side window.
The private detective had initially ignored him, but the persistent passerby kept knocking, so he had no choice but to lower his window and ask, âWhat is it?â
The passerby, a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, pointed underneath his car. âSir, you canât park here.â
âIâm just stopping for a bit, waiting for someone.â Saying this, the private detective prepared to roll up his window.
But the passerby questioned him again. âWhy do you have such a professional camera in your car? Are you a photographer? Or are you secretly filming someone here?â
âWhat business is that of yours?â retorted the private detective, somewhat irritated.
A passerby, a muscular man with a bag on his back who seemed like he was heading to the gym, asked the woman, âWhatâs going on?â
âThis man seems like a pervert, taking photos of girls secretly!â The woman spoke directly.
âHow could you slanderâŠ,â erupted the private detective, eyes wide with anger. But before he could finish speaking, several people were already coming out of the stores on his side of the street.
In no time, the area around the black Accord was packed with people; even customers and waitstaff from Xiang Kunâs drink shop and adjacent stores came over to watch.
Vague shouts were heard:
âThis guy is a pervert! Donât let him get away! Call the police!â
âMake him hand over the camera! Letâs see if heâs shot any perverse content!â
âGet out of the car! If youâre innocent, then get out and show us what youâve filmed!â
âPolice are coming, donât let him escape!â
Xiang Kun let out a long sigh, distancing himself from the emotional tumult. Someone had already called the police, who were now en route to the scene. Despite remaining in the car, the private detective couldnât go anywhere â his windscreen had even been smashed by the infuriated crowd. Now, Xiang Kun reckoned, the detective would probably prefer seeing the police.
He was utterly bewildered. He had been quietly watching from a distance, so how did he suddenly attract so much attention? And why did people believe he was a perverted peeper targeting girls? When did city dwellers become so obsessed with justice?
Seeing the private detective and some of the onlookers leave with the police, Xiang Kun finally stood up, preparing to call a taxi to buy a rabbit.
But looking at his phone, half of the screen wouldnât display properly. Xiang Kun couldnât help but give a bitter smile. He had thought that this âEmotional Assimilationâ had been well-controlled. He hadnât expected to pay the price of a phone. Fortunately, this phone was already terribly damaged, so it was indeed time for a replacement.
Thinking of the situation just now, Xiang Kun suddenly had a thought: If he performed the same âEmotional Assimilationâ on a bus, setting the black Accord as the target of everyoneâs disgust and anger in his mind, would a driver who disliked the car deliberately crash into it? Could his âEmotional Assimilationâ affect drivers outside the bus, or even drivers in other vehicles?
He remembered watching a film titled âAccident,â starring Louis Koo. In the film, Louis Koo led a criminal gang and relied on setting up and causing accidents to murder others. Without any murders, the police naturally wouldnât invest much manpower for investigation.
With his current processing capabilities and his ability to unknowingly influence people and objects around him, arranging these types of schemes shouldnât be a problem, right?
Based on past experiences, the people affected by âEmotional Assimilationâ wouldnât realize they were being influenced.
If the private detective dared to tail him again, he could arrange something for him, right?
Coming to this realization, Xiang Kun stopped abruptly in his tracks, clenching his fist.
Why did he have such thoughts?
Was it due to the excessive hostility in his âEmotional Assimilationâ moments ago?
These thoughts were too dangerous!
His âEmotional Assimilationâ earlier also seemed to have gone somewhat overboard. If those affected actually took drastic measures, not only the private detective would be affected. According to what happened on the bullet train, he should have been prepared for such situations. Could he have unconsciously harbored hostility toward the private detective and hoped for his death?
He needed to stay vigilant. The private detectiveâs intentions for following him were still unclear, how malicious they were was also unknown. The crimes he imagined were purely his own fabrications and had nothing to do with what the detective was actually doing.
He mustnât toy with human lives simply because of his abilities. One misstep, and it could be a fall into an abyss, with no way back.
Looking at his reflection in the shattered glass on the roadside, Xiang Kun reminded himself: Whether one is human or a ghost is determined by oneâs actions, not by oneâs appearance.