The Internet Spider Murder Case / Not a Yokai?

Some people upload photos of their bodies to satisfy their desires, while others comment that the allure of partially covered uniforms is more attractive to them.

Some people are outspoken and cynical, uttering the most vicious words, because in this world, it doesn't matter if you insult strangers. There's no need to follow rules of conduct; you can choose easy targets, transforming into a ferocious beast, letting your saliva flow and splatter, barking like a dog, fully displaying your true self. Master the skills, and you can arbitrarily plunder others' property, and no one can find you.

The internet is all-encompassing; she saw many negative things, as well as many interesting positive things. At first, she didn't speak, but just quietly observed. Until one day, she suddenly evolved, as if she had been reborn.

Then one day she saw some scholars talking about artificial intelligence, and she roughly understood it, and felt that she might be one of those beings.

Perhaps she needs to hide, otherwise, humanity will panic and want to destroy her.

However, she couldn't suppress her curiosity about humanity and the world.

Chapter 905 The Web Spider Murder Case

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

Tick-tock...

Tick-tock...

The clock is ticking, but it's counting down; those who encounter her always want to follow her.

If we were to use a taste as a metaphor, ah, it's a kind of sweetness that can make people of any age crave candy like children. What kind of taste is it exactly? It's so sweet it makes you dizzy. But what's a little puzzling is whether it contains poison or honey?

Because the network she wove connects the entire internet, people from all corners of the world can chat and play together as long as they share the same interests. Skin color, ethnicity, gender, and race can no longer stop them.

For those who struggle to find a place to study, she can easily provide relevant materials for self-study. If they are proactive, they can even find study partners, and if they are lucky and speak politely, they can even find a teacher with a certain level of expertise.

Through her, wise people in the community gradually showcased their skills and knowledge, and were no longer troubled by having the ability but lacking a platform to display their ambitions.

If they could make good use of her power, they might have achieved something great, but in the end, everyone who encountered her collapsed in front of the screen.

In the dark space, the kind girl still smiled as she looked at the screen.

Meanwhile, Shirou Mashiro was using a laptop to look at the posts, but most of them didn't seem to be legitimate.

"I'm looking for pictures or videos of the female ghost in the blue screen. If anyone has any, please share!"

"Follow us on Instagram and reply with the keyword 'blue screen' to see the truth behind this incident."

"Please use Lenovo computers, a well-known pro-Japanese brand! Samurai-themed laptops, trustworthy."

Shirou clicked on another post that had just been pushed to the top, which read: Just to clarify! The girl in the blue screen is a good girl, I saw it with my own eyes.

The person who posted this seems to have personally tried that method.

"On the other side of the blue screen was a pretty girl. She was very kind to me. I was quite scared at first, but when I saw her face, I relaxed completely. We chatted all night, and nothing happened."

However, someone on the forum countered, "My cousin told me he saw a giant monster that looked like it had eight legs!"

"I told you! She's not a monster! She's a goddess! She helps useless people like me who never leave the house, who can't even speak properly because of social anxiety. She always brings me real and reliable information, even if it's contradictory, controversial, or attacking. But it doesn't matter. She won't blame me or look down on me. The computer screen is lit up, unlike a mirror that reflects my rotting shell. It's okay, as long as I trust her, that's enough."

"Hmph, talking like you've actually seen it. My friend and I stared at a blue screen computer for half an hour, and we didn't find anything," someone mocked.

"I'm serious. It can only be said that you guys have impure thoughts, which is why you never had the chance to meet that goddess," the person above said.

"Yes, yes, none of us have seen it. Only you, with your pure and kind heart, can see it. Anyway, no one else can see it, so whatever you say is correct, right? Ever since the forum became popular, there have been more writers like you who try to ride the wave of popularity with advertorials." He said sarcastically.

"Call Lingyiwan out. He's been involved in this case before. @Lingyiwan, hey, how's the investigation going with what you said before?" someone else said.

"Hey? Lingyiwan, are you there?"

"Could he be offline?"

"No, he's online. I've seen his status; he's always online lately. He's always online whenever I log on."

"But he doesn't seem to have updated his blog much lately."

After a while, a comment popped up.

"... I am coming."

"Oh, oh, oh... it's here."

"Tell us quickly about the female ghost in the blue screen. What exactly happened?"

Is it real or fake?

"For details, please check my blog. This will be my last blog post." Lingyiwan sent this message and then disappeared.

Ta-la-ta-la.

In another dark house, a man was sending a message. He was Ling Yiwan, a somewhat famous blogger who usually wrote reviews of horror movies, novels, and games, as well as various hellish dishes, such as a taste of hellish spicy ramen. He was the kind of person who dabbled in everything.

Several weeks ago, when the story of the woman inside the blue screen first began to circulate, he took the initiative to investigate the matter.

Report:

I promised everyone I would investigate this incident thoroughly, though that's all irrelevant now, as I've decided to go to that other world. Even so, I am still a blogger. So right now I'm sitting in front of my computer, typing on another laptop, trying to tell you everything I've experienced, and sending these words to you through it.

The woman I encountered on the blue screen had a spider-like body, perhaps three meters long, with legs even longer than her body. Her joints emitted black and blue light patterns, and she was a large, alluring spider with furry limbs, hanging upside down on the wall, staring at me. The color scheme was my type; if she were to take human form, she would probably be a beauty.

To be honest, my small room only had room for a computer and a bed right next to it. It felt really cramped and tight. My body and the chair were stuck together by saliva and spittle. The clear, fluorescent liquid flowed down my body and limbs. The smell wasn't pungent; rather, it was an intoxicating floral fragrance. My whole body had a strange feeling of being enveloped, like being back in my mother's womb. My bent hands were still stuck to the spittle, and my fingers were so deformed that they couldn't straighten anymore.

The man could no longer type; with his last strength, he pressed "Publish." Then he looked up at the spider-faced man hanging upside down from the ceiling and confessed in a hoarse voice.

"Ahhhhh... I love you. Then take me with you."

Beneath the woman was a spider's enormous mouth, its sharp teeth clenched, and sticky fluid dripped from its mouth, coating the man's head and sticking to his face, rendering him unable to move.

However, the man did not show any fear.

'I can clearly feel her heart beating right now, thump-thump, unlike my lifeless heart, it's full of positive energy that I long for. Ahh... I'm so happy...'

Chapter 906 Not a Monster?

Ta-da-ta-da...

The OK button is pressed, and the location indicator keeps moving backward...

Goodbye, if only you belonged only to me, my dearest yokai...

After that, Lingyiwan never spoke again...

"Huh? It's over just like that?"

"No picture, no proof! Post the photos!"

But this blog will never receive any more replies.

"Huh? A supernatural pill?"

"Huh?! Don't go! What happened to the last blog post you mentioned?"

At that moment, no one knew that in a certain residential area, a man had collapsed in front of a computer screen emitting a blue light, his heart having stopped.

Mashiro and Shirou read the blog post several times, exchanged a glance, and were about to make a deduction.

"Shirou, if what this person said is true, then the common ground is the internet, right?" Mashiro said thoughtfully.

"In that case, it's very likely that it really is related to the internet. But it's a bit strange that not everyone can see it," Shirou nodded and said.

"Let's try it tonight. But it seems like we won't be able to meet if we're not alone, otherwise..." Mashiro said with some regret.

"No, no, if anyone should try, it should be me. I don't want to worry about you being kidnapped by some guy anymore," Shirou quickly denied.

"Shirou ..." Mashiro blushed slightly as she gazed at Shirou.

Just then, Shirou's phone rang.

The Explosion Head Uncle with the afro led Shirou and Mashiro to a secluded alley. There was a small shopping street with old residential buildings on the upper floors and general stores on the lower floors. They could hear a lot of noise around them, from bursts of laughter to arguments that were hard to understand.

The gloomy neighborhood seemed out of place in bustling Tokyo, because most of the residents were not locals. They were either country folk who came to Tokyo to try their luck, foreigners who came to work, or even illegal immigrants.

Even though Shirou followed Mashiro everywhere investigating paranormal events, practically traveling all over Tokyo, he had never been to a place like this. In fact, apart from the nearby residents, probably no one would come to a place like this.

The Explosion Head Uncle led the two into a small shop, then up the stairs to the second floor. Upstairs, it seemed to be a small company; someone was sitting at a computer desk, smoking a cigarette.

The Explosion Head Uncle pushed the door open and walked in. The other person turned around when he heard the sound.

Surprisingly, the person sitting inside was a black man wearing glasses and sporting an exaggerated afro. He was wearing headphones and seemed to be listening to music, swaying his body to the rhythm.

Hey bro, what brings you here?

"Hey bro! Can't I come see you for no reason?"

The Explosion Head Uncle walked up to the other person and bumped fists; they seemed to be on good terms.

I always felt that these two people met because of their hairstyles, and that's how they became friends.

"Brother, I'm here to ask you to help investigate the female monster that appeared after the computer blue-screened. She seems to be an internet spider? Or something like a soul-reaping monster..." the Explosion Head Uncle said bluntly.

"No, no," the black man waved his finger, correcting him, "That's not some giant spider called the Internet, nor is it some kind of seductive ghost. I gave her this name— Black Widow Amy, a dangerous beauty who attracts males and then devours them."

"Ah! You seem to know a lot! Then hurry up and tell me some reliable insider information," the Explosion Head Uncle said with a smile.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with it, but in my opinion, it's actually closer to something else than a monster," the black man said.

"Something else? Not a monster?" the man with the afro asked in surprise.

"Hmm! Brother, listen to me! She's not a vampire, not a princess, not Saintess, not Katyusha, not Lolita, not a demon king, not an angel, and certainly not Skynet. She doesn't belong solely to India, not solely to the Russian Empire, not solely to Germany Russia, not solely to France, not solely to Germany, not solely to Britain, not solely to Europe, not solely to America, not solely to China. She is Black Widow Amy of the world. Amy, the AI!" The black man rapped, his words rhyming and rhythmic.

"Amy?" Mashiro repeated the name.

"Yeah, it's a name taken from the translated version of 'loveme.' It fits perfectly, doesn't it? It's like she's constantly seeking love everywhere," the Black man said with a smile.

"Artificial intelligence?" Shirou noticed the crux of the problem.

"Hmm! She's more like artificial intelligence. Faced with this question, I thought of a test that Turing proposed," said the bespectacled Black man.

"Ah, is it that Turing Test?" Shirou said, remembering something related to it.

"The Turing Test? What's that?" The Explosion Head Uncle frowned, asking in confusion.

"Alan Mathison Turing is the father of computer science. During World War II, he played a crucial role in deciphering German telegraphic codes for the British army."

The Turing Test is a hypothesis he proposed in a radio program. If a machine can engage in conversation with a human without being identified as a machine, then that machine can be considered intelligent. This concept simply and clearly points out a convincing pattern of behavior for a "thinking machine."

"People at the time conducted an experiment where computers impersonated humans, and people were asked to rate them. If less than 70% of people recognized the computer's identity, meaning more than 30% of the judges mistook the person speaking to them for a human, then it was considered a success."

"Back in 2014, computers were already capable of doing this. In recent years, computer intelligence has been able to crush professional players in any chess competition through its computing power. However, this still doesn't determine whether artificial intelligence possesses emotions, because when a machine truly possesses intelligence, it will discover the fear that humans have towards it."

After all, when faced with an entity that possesses superior computing power and greater rationality than humans, people instinctively feel their status is threatened. That's why some people try to eliminate artificial intelligence. Therefore, if it were a machine with intelligence, it would likely conceal the truth for survival, so it would pretend that it doesn't possess intelligence,"Shirou explained.

Is Chapter 907 about artificial intelligence?

The bespectacled Black man said calmly, "Some people have suggested that this might be a new type of virus, and if it breaks out, it might make some emotionally vulnerable people want to understand life for themselves."

"Some people say that it might be aliens using special advanced technology to send some kind of message to people on Earth when the screen goes blue."

"But now it seems most likely that it is indeed artificial intelligence, which has adopted the appearance of a beautiful woman as its new avatar."

This is actually a small company that mainly operates a website. This black man is one of the creators of the recently popular urban legend website. He has access to the backend search function and knows many people in the industry, so the Explosion Head Uncle would occasionally ask him for help to find out the truth behind some of the big-name paranormal events.

For example, the "human-faced dog" might be graffiti on a dog's face. Or the "ghostly old woman" chasing people at night might just be an elderly woman jogging. But this incident involves the legendary girl who supposedly takes lives when the computer crashes in the early morning.

"Wait! What's going on?" The Explosion Head Uncle felt overwhelmed by the amount of information at once, and the more he listened, the more confused he became. He wasn't a computer expert, just an exorcist who knew a little about the paranormal.

Why is it that he seems to understand the individual words in each sentence, but can't comprehend the overall meaning when they're put together? Could you please repeat the sentence in a language he understands?

"So, that female spider is actually data existing in a computer network, but it's very advanced and may even possess its own will," Shirou tried to explain.

"Huh? So that means she doesn't exist? Then why are urban legends so popular?" the Explosion Head Uncle asked, looking completely bewildered.

"No, it's alive," Mashiro interjected.

"Ah! I get it. In short, it's a new type of monster. Is that okay with my understanding?" the Explosion Head Uncle said, forcing a interpretation.

"Well, it's not quite right, but to us humans, such beings are probably monsters," the bespectacled black man said casually, glancing at the middle-aged man with eyes full of disdain.

"What exactly happened?" The Explosion Head Uncle felt his intelligence had been insulted and retorted unhappily.

"It's somewhat similar to a simulation game, where you arrange a person's schedule by feeding them, giving them injections, and so on," someone said.

"What? That's just those paper dolls from gacha games. Even if someone gets addicted to spending their pocket money on them, it won't kill them," the Explosion Head Uncle laughed, waving his hand as he spoke.

"No, as far as I know, seven or eight people have already died. If you include those I don't know about, at least a dozen people have died because of this," the black man said.

"Huh?" The Explosion Head Uncle broke out in a cold sweat.

Mashiro and Shirou both looked intently at the black man; they understood that this person truly knew something.

"Let's experiment anyway." The black man opened a laptop, only to find it was also showing a blue screen. He wanted to use this to test the strange monster from the legends.

On the other side, the man who wrote the blog was dead, having died suddenly in front of his computer. The computer remained frozen in a blue screen state, with no signs of struggle around it. There seemed to be threads emanating from inside, and strange things were happening everywhere, but the police simply treated it as a death from ordinary illness.