Abyssal Wanderer

Buzzing…

Didi...

The sound of the car's engine and horn pulled Jim from the flashback past back to the present moment he was experiencing - that was when Chen Wan controlled the previously connected sports car and drove it in front of him.

The sports car's headlights flashed for a moment, and Jim immediately understood what the other party meant.

Shaking his head and walking over, Jim took out the thought box placed on the front seat. And reconnected it to his brain-computer interface, and then removed the other party from being blocked.

[First of all, if you want to ask about the woman from before. Then I will send you directly to the committee’s office so that you can ask her in person the whole story]

Jim said this before the other person spoke.

【ah? Not so cruel, right? 】

Chen Wan, who obviously wanted to ask something, was instantly frightened by Jim's statement.

Handing the "thought box" to the Anthroposophical Ethics Supervisory Committee is basically equivalent to handing heretics to the hands of an extremist religious organization - this organization was reorganized from the last several real power departments of the coalition government, and its purpose of existence is to It is to eliminate the threat to the current social form of mankind from non-"human intelligence" existence, and to control and eliminate all threats that may subvert the status of mankind.

In other words, they are responsible for issuing "human status" to currently existing intelligent creatures and defining what "human intelligence" is.

In their definition, a thought box without any "wetware" support does not belong to the category of "human intelligence". Those boxes containing consciousness, just like those malicious programs behind the Styx Firewall, are objects that need to be eliminated.

[It is true that I am not afraid of death, but don’t leave me in the hands of people like that... They have the ability to find those who have exceeded the limits of human intelligence and trouble the Olympus gods, and fire them His nationality. What kind of skill is it to pick weak persimmons all day long...]

Seeing that Jim didn't reply, Chen Wan scolded the Anthroposophical Ethics Supervisory Committee for its weakness in a very "politically correct" way, and then continued:

[Don’t ask, don’t worry, I haven’t gossiped to that extent yet]

Really? I do not believe.

Recalling the other party's impatience earlier, Jim thought to himself.

However, he didn't say anything more. He just picked up the old man and walked towards the Dark Blue Zone Bar again.

Although Jim is very curious about the reason why Hanel faked his body, but considering that he was resurrected from the dead not long ago, maybe he should get used to similar things?

All in all, it would be best for me to continue with the previous investigation.

See what you can dig out of Anthony's mouth.

…………

[This man died irreparably]

After seeing Anthony nailed to the wall like a butterfly specimen, Chen Huan came to this conclusion.

Jim looked at Anthony, who had long since expired, and sighed helplessly, then picked up a piece of blood-stained graffiti from the side.

The style of graffiti is somewhere between cartoon and realism, a style that happens to make people feel the most uncomfortable. The scene depicted on the paper was a cruel atrocity - a dozen mad women, either scantily clad or naked, were tearing apart the corpse and biting a poet wearing a white robe and a laurel wreath.

"The Death of Orpheus..."

Running his fingertips along the lines on the graffiti, Jim whispered the subject of the graffiti.

In Greek mythology, after Orpheus lost his wife Eurydice for the second time in the underworld, he returned to his hometown of Thrace with his broken heart. And after that, he ushered in the end of his life.

Although there are different opinions on the cause of his death, and there are different versions in different documents, the final ending is always the same - the greatest poet in myth was eventually killed by the female attendant of Dionysus, the god of wine. He was killed and quartered by the followers of the Maenads.

For some reason, when Jim looked at this graffiti, he felt the hairs on his neck stand up.

This feeling is like...

[Do you feel like someone is watching you? 】

Chen Wan asked suddenly.

Jim, who was told how he felt at the moment, quickly said:

"Huh? Well, that's true, but what exactly is this feeling..."

Before he could finish the question, Chen Huan highlighted some inconspicuous strokes in the graffiti depicting "Death of Orpheus" with red dots in front of him.

The light spots are like dense blood beads seeping out from the bandage. They eventually form a dot pattern that looks like a human face. In this graffiti, there is actually a human face that looks frightened and ferocious!

[I didn’t expect that after so many years, I could actually see this thing again...]

Chen Wan clicked his tongue in surprise.

Jim stared closely at that face - the source of his previous uneasiness was this strange face.

After staring for a while, he asked:

[So, is this the “carnival virus”? 】

This happens to be a mythological theme related to Dionysus, the god of wine. If it were not the work of the Dionysian sect, it would be a bit disappointing.

[To be precise, this is the receptor used to infect and activate the "Carnival Virus\