The author of the book wear system

The question mark Jun file is quite different.

The appearance, gender, and age are all question marks, and it is even more difficult for judges about its type. It can only be summarized as non-human. Generally speaking, it is a scientific name question mark.

Then there is the blood type and height constellation, all of which are answered with question marks without exception.

Finally, in the column of the name, a big black cross was drawn, and then it was marked: Mr. Question Mark.

Mr. Question Mark originally had a name, which was given to him by the person who created him, with a simple word-moon.

Mr. Question Mark doesn't like it, he doesn't think he can represent everyone's demon nature, he is completely free and independent, and cannot be restricted by a single word.

So later I named him Mr. Question Mark according to his attributes, and asked about his impressions, saying: better than the previous one.

So Mr. Question Mark is settled in this way. In fact, Mr. Question Mark's name is indeed more intimate than that of Demon.

But the existence of Mr. Question Mark is always full of mystery, and my thirst for knowledge is relatively strong. I am really curious about these things.

I remember that not long after I first got in touch, I was too embarrassed to ask questions, but I was curious about my previous crush.

Here I want to say that my last crush was the creator of Mr. Question Mark.

I asked him: "Do you know how the sky created you?"

Mr. Question Mark is a rough and uninhibited person, and he answered me at the time: "Can you ask the shit you pulled out, how did you pull it out?"

I:"……"

Back then, I was young and thin-skinned. I didn’t know what it meant to break the casserole and ask the end. I insisted on not hitting the south wall and not looking back.

But after I got acquainted with him later, I asked again: "How did you get tossed out? What is it?"

He answered me very seriously: "I am a functional product specially created by God to absorb negative energy when I am completely affected by negative emotions. God thought that all his negative energy would be absorbed by me, which would make me too extreme." , Actually not, I can neutralize negative energy.”

"But God said you are a part of him?" I feel that if Mr. Question Mark is just a functional product, there is no need for God to be so close to the enemy.

"That's right. After all, it's not easy for me to get it out. He has paid a lot. Just like the mother and child, the child is a part separated from the mother. That part is redundant, but it is also completely independent." Mr. Question Mark is proud: "Of course my ability is not just a trash can."

"Oh..." I looked at him incredulously.

Maybe it was because of my cute expression that inspired Mr. Question Mark's desire to be a teacher.

So he touched my dog's head, and said in a persuasive way: "You know the computer, when it was created, it was only used to calculate huge numbers, which is equivalent to a huge calculator, but later, it began to be able to play games and search online. Materials, learning, games, entertainment, etc.”

I exclaimed: "Are you a computer that hasn't been perfected yet?!"

With a burst of chestnuts, the question mark gentleman withdrew his hand, slightly indignant: "Brother, is that a clumsy machine!"

I feel wronged: "A metaphor..."

"Metaphors don't work either!" Mr. Question Mark was still aggrieved, as if he wanted to give me another blow.

"Of course I'm not a machine, how powerful I am!" I called out to my brother in a very unscrupulous manner.

"No matter how nicely you say it, there is no reward." Mr. Question Mark revealed his figure from the black mist. His face was neither like the sky nor like a white dog. He was a bit like the AI ​​cloud computing system engineer who created me in the future. , with black hair, and a pale face that has not seen the sun all year round, but a pair of eyes are piercing, full of fighting spirit for everything at any time.

I didn't tell him that he looks like a genius engineer from the far, far future, lest he get mad, he doesn't like himself hooking up with anyone, so I'll just tell you about it.

After Mr. Question Mark finished speaking, he laughed again. He likes to see me look a little distraught but helpless.

His piercing eyes are covered by a soft smile, and he feels like spring blossoms when he smiles. I like to see him smile.

"What do you think I am doing?" Mr. Question Mark asked again.

It's also strange, I'm just like a ball, who can know if the ball is looking at me?But Mr. Question Mark always knows that sometimes when I asked this question out of curiosity, he said proudly: "Who am I, is there something I don't know?"

I remembered the past, so I lied to him: "I didn't look at you, I was thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about? Staring at me with both eyes, do you think I'm blind? When you think about something, you don't look at me with that kind of eyes." Mr. Question Mark didn't believe it at all, he was vicious He poked me with his hand and made me spin around in circles: "What's the matter, your skin is thick, and you learned to lie?"

"No!" I retorted loudly, and said in a daze, "I didn't...I didn't lie, where did you see my eyes!"

At the beginning, I was not given a real appearance. I was a standard ball that fit the aesthetics of future people. I didn’t have eyes at all. I installed a 360-degree infrared camera with no dead angle scanning inside, so I don’t need eyes.

"Where is it?" Mr. Question Mark held me down and stopped me from spinning: "Of course I saw it with both eyes! I also blush when I saw you lying—" He deliberately dragged on voice, and then laughed: "Don't you know that you can no longer be considered a complete robot?"

"I know." I answered him, "God recreated my body, but after I became familiar with my own body, I changed the shape back to my favorite spherical shape."

"Have you not looked in the mirror for a long time, my little system?" Mr. Question Mark rubbed my head.

"What..." My voice disappeared in front of the mirror that Mr. Question Mark handed me, and after a while I screamed: "This! Who is this guy!"

Inside the mirror is a three-headed body that I have never imagined, with small arms and legs, and a pair of big sparkling eyes.

"It's you, it's my cute little system~" Mr. Question Mark said deliberately in a nasty voice: "I turned you into this while you were not paying attention, and changed you back before you found out, am I amazing? "

"What a ghost!" I tried to stand up: "Did you get my permission! Transform me back soon!"

"It's so cute! Why change back!"

"Change back! Change back! I don't care!"

"..." Mr. Question Mark showed a very pitiful expression: "Please..."

"I can't even please!!! You pedophile!!!"

In the process of becoming more and more familiar with him, I have a deep understanding of the unknown and childish side of this mysterious (biantai) question mark...

But... I regret knowing this very much. Two naive guys get together, it's really not like living in kindergarten all the time.