Abyssal Wanderer

Jim Leiter woke up from death and found himself falling into hell - a hell filled with darkness, the smell of blood, and the roar of chainsaws.

Unexpectedly, Pluto of Hell seems to be an avid B-movie lover.

The thought of falling into hell made Jim start to struggle. He shouted loudly and kicked his feet wildly. Without paying attention, he kicked out the kid next to him who was trying to saw his head open.

Then there was a muffled sound of something being kicked against the wall, together with a girl's scream, and a stream of warm and viscous liquid flowed down the bridge of his nose.

"Holy shit! The fucking corpse has changed!"

The roar of the chainsaw stopped, and at the same time, a voice full of shock sounded from not far away, sounding as if he had witnessed the resurrection of the dead with his own eyes.

No, he was indeed "resurrected".

It was only then that Jim gradually regained his consciousness and recalled what had happened before.

No...not only did he regain his own consciousness, but at this moment, in his brain with a bullet embedded in it, he even recovered an additional half of his consciousness and memories that did not belong to him.

The First Deep Diver...

Janus program…

Jiangzhou...

Several names swirled in his mind, and Jim struggled to sit up from the pool of blood on the floor.

However, that name and everything they involved did not make him feel the slightest sense of violation - this feeling was as familiar and natural as waking up in the summer and remembering who he was for a long time.

With a "snap" sound, the craniotomy saw that was half fixed on his head fell to the ground and stopped rotating.

This movement brought Jim's thoughts back to reality. He subconsciously touched the moderate blood mark on his forehead, and then sighed that he woke up in time enough.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even have this second chance.

At this moment, compared to this minor wound, the fatal wound that was hit on the left eye an hour ago had a stronger presence. Although the bleeding had stopped, severe pain still spread like thorns in the eye socket.

"You, you, you...are you still alive?"

At the same time, at the other end of the room, the man who had been kicked against the wall by him was now covering his chest, pointing at himself and asking fearfully as if he had seen a ghost.

The man was a young man who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with dry yellow hair mixed with a few strands of silver, and wearing a cultural shirt spray-painted with skulls and peace logos.

"So, you are scavengers?"

Not wanting to answer such a straightforward question, Jim wiped the blood from his face and asked the other party's identity.

But unfortunately, perhaps because he was afraid of what he would do to him, the young man did not dare to reply. So Jim had to turn and look aside, looking at the girl holding the vital signs detector, and asked again in a slower tone:

"Are you scavengers?"

The girl first stared at Jim blankly, then looked at the dial of the instrument in her hand, and finally looked at the young man in mourning, and said with fear on her face:

"Scared me to death, Luo An..."

This is normal...

Seeing the child's frightened look, Jim couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart to express his understanding - the scavenger suddenly came alive when the scavenger was searching for the body, just like a tomb robber who encountered "Old Zongzi" after opening the coffin. It's weird not to be scared.

Jim sighed as he didn't notice that he was naturally using the popular culture of the AD era to make metaphors.

However, just as he was about to say a few words of comfort, the girl continued:

"We just almost killed someone!"

No killing? So this is the point?

Jim was stunned for a moment by these words, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should comfort or complain.

Just give them more time to calm down.

Thinking this, Jim stood up and turned back to look at the other "person" besides the three of them in the secret room.

A woman wearing complicated and elegant clothing.

At this moment, the woman was lowering her eyes sadly, silently watching a tragic murder.

"unlucky……"

The moment he saw that "woman", Jim couldn't help but complain.

"I just don't want to die in front of you..."

Looking at the elegantly dressed woman in front of him with his only remaining eye, Jim lowered his voice. His tone was full of indignation mixed with embarrassment and unwillingness after being ridiculed. It seems that compared to being killed yourself, dying in front of the other party is more embarrassing.

But the "woman" didn't give any response, not even lowering her gaze. This is a matter of course - after all, the elegant woman in front of him is not a real person, but just a character in an oil painting.

What was placed in front of Jim at this moment was an oil painting called "The Thracian Girl Holding the Head of Orpheus".

This painting was painted in 1865 AD. It depicts the ending of the Thracian poet who went to hell alone to save his wife in the myth - the hero named Orpheus returned alive from hell because of the conflict of faith and was tortured by the mad women of Dionysus. He was brutally killed and torn apart, leaving only his head, which was sadly held on the lyre by the Thracian girl who woke up afterwards.

Of course, the painting in front of Jim is not the original work of the French symbolist painter Gustave Moreau, but a copy of a serial murderer with the same surname as the painter.

After committing multiple horrific crimes such as imprisonment, lynching, murder, and cannibalism, the man escaped the punishment of the resettlement area law by passing the non-high-risk cyberpsychiatric certification during the trial, and was only locked up in a rehabilitation shelter for mental therapy.

Before the other party was admitted to the hospital, the prisoner sent this painting to Jim, who arrested him, as a mockery of Jim's failed life - the Dionysus believer who woke up from madness in the painting was holding the victim's head in grief and repenting, as if this confession could change anything.

Jim at that time restrained the urge to tear the painting into pieces, and soon after quit his promising job, sealing this shame and his identity certificate as a policeman in this secret room... and deep in his heart.

And today, the Thracian girl in the painting witnessed the second tragic Waterloo of Jim Leiter's life - not long ago, he was inexplicably killed by a woman who claimed to love him. The process didn't even have any melodramatic or romantic elements, it was more like a third-rate novelist who got drunk and created a bad story to force a conflict.

Yes, he needed to find out why Huili suddenly decided to shoot him.

According to her representational topology at the time, her love and murderous intentions for him were equally real.

"Don't try. Unless I let you out, you will never find the exit."

Turning his eyes away from the painting, Jim turned to look at the two children who were running around in his house like headless flies.

As early as when Jim turned to look at the painting, the boy named Luo An grabbed the little girl and planned to sneak away quietly. But for some reason, it was just a simple room with the door open in front of him, but he couldn't get out as if he was trapped in a ghost wall.

If there were outsiders here, he would see that these two people were just circling in this room.

Hearing Jim's words, Luo An froze in place for a moment, and then he said with horror:

"I was hacked? Are you a hacker?"

It's a normal guess. In this era, many people believe that hackers who can hack into the brain-computer interface to modify visual images are similar to some superpowers.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the girl who had been held by him shook her head immediately.

"Impossible, I haven't even installed the brain-computer interface yet."

She shook her head.

In order to prevent the mental index from being affected, the Human Intelligence Ethics Supervision Committee stipulates that both men and women must wait until they are 16 years old and their brains are roughly fully developed before they can install the brain-computer interface.

The calm girl's words made Jim look at her more, and then he nodded and said:

"I didn't hack into the brain-computer interface, I used some other means, but this is not intentional... But anyway, please calm down and listen to me. I have no ill will towards you, I just want to ask you a few questions. As long as you can cooperate with the answers, I can forgive you for almost sawing my skull open before."

He laughed at himself, and then continued without caring whether the other party agreed or not:

"First, are you scavengers? Secondly...

"If you are scavengers, who exactly issued this order for the disposal of corpses." (End of this chapter)