Abyssal Wanderer

The control over prosthetic modifications at the upper levels of the Nord Resettlement Area is completely different from the lawless place underground in the Resettlement Area.

According to the "Several Opinions on Preventing and Treating Cyberpsychiatric Public Security Incidents in Nord Resettlement Area" issued by the interim government of the resettlement area three years ago. On the ground today, any potentially dangerous prosthetic modification needs to be registered and certified.

To this end, the resettlement area government even spent huge sums of money to purchase urban management system services from Vista Intelligent Control.

In addition to the security checkpoints scattered throughout major public places, drones are also patrolling and scanning the streets and alleys at all times - citizens who have installed prosthetics will only be allowed if they confirm that they have registered "safe" modifications. Entering a public place where a large number of people gather.

What Dr. Hans had done previously was to forge an implant certification for the two bullets in Jim's brain. Then the bullets in the post-operative brain map were transformed into the corresponding implants and uploaded to the database of the city management center.

In this way, in the future, when Jim Leiter enters and exits public places, or is randomly inspected by drones, the security machine will scan the metal in his brain and no alarm will be raised.

"But wouldn't it be too expensive to buy a certification number for just five thousand Orei?"

Jumping off the simple operating table, Jim looked at the mirror on the sink nearby, carefully inspected the repaired wound on his head, and complained that the other party's charges were too dark.

"Brother, after all these years, you don't know how high the cost here is... forging certifications is not cheap. Just to deal with the vampires in the Public Security Bureau, it costs a lot of money every year. Except In addition, there is..."

"Come on."

Jim interrupted, looking up from the mirror.

Because of the nature of his work, which requires constant contact, he knows the urinal nature of these prosthetic doctors very well.

First, they purchase second-hand prostheses or defective implants from the black market at low prices, and then directly sell the certification and the product itself, making two ways of money - changing the high-risk prostheses that have a serious impact on the mental index into low-risk ones. Certification, and then resell the uncertified prostheses to workers smuggled in from the resettlement areas, so that they can work illegally in unlicensed factories.

For those stowaways from the underground settlement area, because of the installation of uncertified prosthetics, they can only live on the edge without the coverage of the "smart city management system". It is impossible to accumulate wealth at the upper levels, and it is extremely difficult to find a way to obtain the legal status of citizens in the resettlement area - and their final outcome is either to die in a foreign land, or to eventually return to the underground of the resettlement area.

In terms of results, the "Several Opinions on Preventing and Controlling Cyberpsychiatric Public Security Incidents in the Nord Resettlement Area" issued by the interim government of the resettlement area did not actually reduce the number of malignant incidents caused by cyberpsychosis.

After all, it is not difficult to change the certification of high-risk prostheses or implants - just find a qualified and unscrupulous prosthetist to do it.

But on the other hand, the "smart city management system" laid out for this reason has become a "firewall" for the above-ground classes in the Nord resettlement area - all the above-ground classes in the resettlement area have fully enjoyed the cheap labor of the underground people. At the same time, those people are isolated from the daily life of citizens on the ground.

It's like the airman doesn't exist.

"If there was no money in your line of work, those cops wouldn't be sniffing in your pockets all day long."

Jim picked up the gray woolen hat from the side and put it on, carefully straightened it in front of the mirror, and then turned to look at the prosthetic doctor.

"But Brother Jim, you have to know...I am responsible for doing business for you."

Seeing that the other party was not easy to fool, Hans took out a few bottles of immunosuppressant from the freezer nearby and walked over and said:

"After all, you don't want to be stopped for a comprehensive inspection because of those two bullets, and then be found to be an unregistered adjuster, right?"

Jim was silent for several seconds.

The "several opinions" promulgated by the interim government of the resettlement area are only aimed at ordinary people with prosthetics and implants. After all, they are all human technologies, and the real trouble they can cause is relatively small.

But for those "Adjusters" who have been transformed by "Universal Printers" and installed with the black technology of the Abyss Dark Web, their attitude is completely different.

Unless they have a special status as a company employee, or are simply employed by the temporary government of the resettlement area, basically every adjuster who is outside the system must be closely monitored.

And Jim Leiter happened to be an unregistered adjuster.

He is also an adjuster who is on the path to promotion and is unwilling to join the company or associate with the government of the resettlement area.

"Think about it."

Hans said, putting several bottles of immunosuppressant in his hand into sealed bags, and then handed them to Jim.

As the other party said, he did take a lot of responsibility for helping himself to cheat - once found out, even the prosthetic doctor's license might be revoked. If it hadn't been for so many years of relationship here, I'm afraid the other party wouldn't be willing to take this job.

Thinking of this, Jim took the bag of "immunosuppressant" from the other party's hand, and at the same time transferred 5,000 Ore to the other party's account through the "anonymous account", and then said:

"Besides that, I've recently been paying attention to whether any high-end prosthetics have flowed from the black market into the underground of the resettlement area - whether they are new models, old models, military grade, or simply made by darknet AI."

Hans saw this and nodded vigorously.

"Okay~ Don't worry, brother Jim. If there are indeed those high-end prosthetics, do you want me to buy them for you and keep them?"

"Need not."

Jim shook his head and said thoughtfully:

"Just keep an eye on the buyers and sellers for me."

Then, he looked around, and finally his eyes rested on a pile of cheap prosthetics piled aside in the bathtub, soaked in disinfectant water, and still stained with blood.

"For the sake of our relationship over so many years, let me give you a warning... Businesses like reselling second-hand prosthetics to underground stowaways in resettlement areas, if possible, don't do it in the future."

Jim said.

When Hans heard this, he sneered as if he had heard a joke, and then said:

"What? You are also afraid of the guys who call themselves 'Icarus', thinking that they can lead the underground group of refugees to break through the defense line, force the 'tenth floor' government to restart the "Nord Refugee Resettlement Act", and then take us all Drag them all into the same hell as them?"

"The Olympus Enterprises on the 11th and 2nd floors have been withdrawing their armed forces one after another. Even the company has compromised with them. What else is impossible?"

Jim answered with a shrug, then he continued:

"Besides, equating citizenship rights in the underground settlement area with falling into hell is a bit too far-fetched."

Hans came a little closer, stared at Jim for a long time, and then said with almost gritted teeth:

"You have never dealt with those refugees from the underground, so you don't understand what kind of shameless, greedy, ungrateful guys they are... The resettlement area government kindly took them in, but their reward was to demolish them. The entire underground circulation facility was lost.

"I'm not surprised that they are now using the lives of millions of people in the entire resettlement area as a bargaining chip to threaten something like this. I don't know if you have seen the famous demographer Dr. Norton, in The book "The Rise of Low-Quality Race in the New Era" written ten years ago - if those underground guys get the same citizenship rights as us, in less than two generations, the entire Nord resettlement area will become That bird-like thing that’s under the ground now.”

Finally, he added:

"Go read that book. These are all sociologically based."

His expression was worried and serious, with a trace of the aura of a middle-aged man giving advice at a banquet.

In response, Jim just patted the other party on the shoulder, and then said in a mocking tone:

"I'm very pleased that you have finally begun to learn to read books with long titles and profound words."

After saying that, Jim picked up his coat from the side and put it on himself, opened the door and walked out.

He didn't know who put two bullets into his brain, and he was sharing his thoughts with an ancient man from a hundred years ago, and the other himself was about to ascend at this moment. In contrast, persuading a doctor who resells second-hand prostheses not to engage in regional discrimination is not an important thing to do now.

So first...

After walking out of the "Porcupine Clinic", he looked up at the giant clear sky lamp on the dome. For some reason, he really couldn't arouse any interest in investigating the owners of the two bullets in his head - if it weren't for Jiang Zhou's curiosity, he might have planned to find a bar to have a drink, and then Go home, take a nap and pretend it never happened.

Anyway, as long as the person who shot him found out that he was not dead, he didn't need to bother to investigate. Whether it was the truth or death, he would find him again sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Jim patted his face and cheered himself up again - come on, you are a detective, this is a murder case that happened to you, you can't stop working just because no one will pay you, right?

But then again, since it is a capitalist society, isn’t it natural to not work without pay?

After struggling in his heart for a long time, Jim Leiter finally gave up the idea of ​​going to the bar to drink a glass of Avalon whiskey.

In short, let’s start investigating the origins of those two bullets.

…………

"Speaking of which, is it really okay for me to float up like this?"

Although everything was prepared, Jiang Zhou still asked worriedly.

After working overtime for a long time, Jiang Zhou, as "Paradox", arranged most of the underground matters in the Nord Resettlement Area, and he also needed to face matters related to his personal safety.

In fact, Jiang Zhou originally planned to stay in the Abyss Dark Web - after all, with the protection of the "City of Sages", his deep diving and salvage activities in the photosynthesis zone can be said to be without any danger.

Rather than surface to face the executives of Pluto Deep Diving Company, it would be better to continue hiding here to accumulate wealth.

But on the day he chose Jim Leiter as his controllable factor, the goddess of the dark moon reappeared uninvited in the City of Sages and asked him to ascend and return to the base as soon as possible. Reality.

"The composition of your physical layer is too inefficient, which seriously hinders your authority to grant blessings. But in a deep dive state, you cannot continue along the upgrade path.

"So, float up."

This is the reason given by Hecate.

In other words, the other party hopes that he can return to the basic reality to adjust the upgrade of Theseus' path. This will give you more access to the "Janus Program".

Jiang Zhou remembered that the Janus program at that time prompted that his user rights only reached the Moon God Realm, so he could only select controllable elements within the Nord resettlement area.

"So...what do those permission levels mean?"

Jiang Zhou asked.

The world of Luna, the world of Hermes, the world of Venus, the world of Apollo, the world of Mars, the world of Jupiter, the world of Saturn, the sidereal sky, and the prime mover sky.

According to the order of the nine levels of heaven in "The Divine Comedy", nine levels of authority are divided.

Except for the Supreme Heaven mentioned by "Hecate", the authority to the Primordial Heaven can be matched to the so-called "Ascending Realm"; while the Sidereal Heaven can be matched to the "Pan-Anthroposophic Collection"... And As for the "Moon God Realm" to which he currently belongs, it can only match the controllable elements near the Nord settlement area.

Regarding Jiang Zhou's question, Hecate did not answer directly, but directly came to the conclusion:

"If you want to obtain the authority of the Hermes Realm level and expand the number of controllable elements and the range of choices, you must complete the adjustment and transformation of depth 4."

"So, does the Moon God Realm refer to the photosynthesis zone?"

Jiang Zhou continued to ask ignorantly.

After being silent for a long time, Hecate replied:

"The division of the Abyssal Dark Web by depth is a product of your shallow cognition as humans. However, the Moon God Realm does have a large overlap with the photosynthetic zone in your cognition, and is closer to the Abyssal Dark Web in base reality. Part of..."

As she spoke, she paused and then continued:

"At the same time, it is also the product of a last wish from the highest heaven." (End of this chapter)