Abyssal Wanderer

The greatest function of Hecate's blessing is to reveal all paths. After obtaining access to Pluto Deep Dive's intranet, countless hidden paths gradually light up in front of Jiang Zhou's eyes, just like a city pipeline map.

Most of these paths come from architects or hackers using program loopholes to create backdoors, and the number is astonishing. When they are all visible in front of Jiang Zhou, it seems that the entire Pluto Deep Dive company's intranet has become a sieve with air leaks everywhere.

Although Jiang Zhou was a little surprised about this, he didn't think it was outrageous. After all, as long as the system is built by humans, there will inevitably be loopholes-of course, the system built by AI may also have loopholes, but it is not clear with human intelligence.

The reason is that most program architects will deliberately leave loopholes that only they know when building the system. To put it another way, even if programmers have no selfishness, they can't help but move or borrow from the wheels that have been built in many code libraries. However, even in those codes, there are a lot of backdoors left by uploaders for themselves.

In fact, the wider any uploaded code is spread before it is found to have problems, the stronger the influence of hackers who have mastered the backdoors of those codes will be. Considering that the earlier and more mature the code is uploaded, the more advantages it has in spreading. In a sense, the profession of hacker is like some powerful characters in fantasy novels in the past, with the characteristics of being stronger as it gets older.

Especially some ancestral codes that have now become the cornerstones of many systems. If one or two loopholes can be mastered, its influence may even alarm the directors of Olympus Enterprises...

Of course, Jiang Zhou did not try to exploit those loopholes that were too low-level, but chose a path that had been accessed on several nodes of the "Dead" platform system with lower levels of confidentiality.

After all, what he wanted to check was not top-secret information, and using this not-so-high-level path was the safest choice.

So, under the translation of the Hongqiao brain area, Jiang Zhou recognized the excessive data as the scene that best fits his intuition. At this moment, he felt that he was in a filthy and muddy sewer, moving forward along a series of unclear footprints. During this period, he would occasionally stop when he heard the footsteps of patrols, hiding himself in the fog to avoid the "guardian spirit" patrolling back and forth.

After all, it was just a subsidiary of Pluto Deep Dive, and the guards of the "Dead" user database were much more lax than the more core databases of the company's intranet, not to mention the several director domains that Christie told him not to spy on - for those places, he even had to control himself from looking too much.

Just walking and stopping along the way, Jiang Zhou soon found the user database.

The database that presented the image of a library was constantly visited by people. They showed their library cards to the security guards and passed the security checkpoints and came out quickly - they were company employees from all over the world who came to check user information.

Although it was easy for him, Jiang Zhou did not intend to steal (hijack) the "library cards" in the hands of those employees. After all, doing so would be too conspicuous and would easily leave traces of inquiries.

After observing for a while, Jiang Zhou found a hidden door outside the wall that was integrated with the surrounding bricks - he guessed that this was probably a backdoor left by an architect to facilitate database maintenance - he pushed it open and stepped into the library, and then began to search for what he needed along the index on the bookshelf.

For hackers with the Rainbow Bridge brain area, traveling in the ocean of data is so rich Experience common sense in reality.

Map your intuitive cognition in the base reality into cyberspace. Self-consciousness only needs to determine your intention, and the Hongqiao brain area will automatically transfer those abstract data operations to the subconscious, trying to complete them through your own knowledge and computing power.

In a sense, this is even a bit like blurring the boundary between the subjective and objective worlds.

Of course, it is only "a bit like". After all, if your own experience and hardware equipment can't keep up, you will still be educated by objective reality - facing a hacker who is far stronger than you, even if you regard him as An ant, then you will still be bitten to death by that ant.

While thinking about such a strange thing, Jiang Zhou took a thick list from a bookshelf.

"Nord Resettlement Area Customer List. 45.2.24.05.21"

Blowing away the dust on it to make sure he had taken it correctly, he began to look for the customer who placed an order with the corpse collector Luo An.

"The dispatcher of Nod-04-0032-0521A order, platinum user Jean Boyer, fourth floor of the Nord Resettlement Area, head of the Thracian Club..."

The moment he saw this name, he was Jim, who had an artificial eye implanted, couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

As he had expected, the "dead or not" order to deal with his body was not placed by Huili, but by someone else who manipulated her behind the scenes. A clumsy guy like Huili would not be so careful as to remember to hire a scavenger after a passionate murder.

In other words, this guy named Jean Boyer is most likely the one who really manipulated Huili behind the scenes... or perhaps the head of the underground organization planted by the Ikaros Liberation Front in the upper level of the resettlement area.

"Thrace Club..."

Jim muttered after closing the page of the book.

"What? You plan to find a girl to relax right after the operation?"

Hans, the doctor who was operating the surgical instruments to reconnect Jim's optic nerve, heard him talking to himself and couldn't help but joked.

"Find a girl to relax?"

Jim asked in confusion.

"Didn't you just say Thrace Club? The girls there are so amazing, I heard..."

"Wait, you mean, Thrace Club is a brothel?"

Jim interrupted in a deep voice.

"I say, Jimmy, don't be so vulgar, brothels are all dirty flesh transactions, it's better to watch some high-scoring simulations... Thrace Club is not such a vulgar place. They provide real love experiences for those sexually vulnerable groups."

"You mean the kind of love that can last until the hotel elevator door for 500 ores a night?"

Jim mocked.

"I've already said that it's not a vulgar physical relationship. The girls trained by the Thrace Club, no matter what kind of image you have, you can really feel their feelings towards you..."

"Come on, come on, be careful with your operation."

Jim interrupted him with some disgust. He didn't want to listen to this intoxicated client smugly sharing those unbearable experiences with him.

Using a brothel as a cover, I don't know how Booker and his team manage the organization...

Jiang Zhou even had the urge to go online as "Paradox" to question Booker.

However, this is obviously not possible. First, he is not connected to the deep diving interface now, so he can't pull him over; second, if he can't find a more reasonable reason, it's too easy to expose something if he just uses this "small matter" to question Booker.

"Hey... don't listen, anyway, with your image, you probably can't get into the door of the Thrace Club."

In response, Hans just shrugged and continued with his work.

"Wait a minute... What's wrong with my image? Can you get in, but I can't?"

Looking at Hans' face that could stop a child from crying because of a doctor-patient conflict, Jim couldn't help but feel curious.

To be frank, Jim is still somewhat confident about his personal image - after all, whether he was in the police department or became a private detective, his popularity with women never seemed to be bad. This is certainly due to his own way of dealing with people, but the advantages brought by a good personal image cannot be ignored.

"I just said it..."

As Hans spoke, Jim felt his artificial eye reconnected, and Hans's uneven gap teeth and crooked face appeared in his sight.

"The purpose of the Thrace Club is to serve those of us who are sexually vulnerable and have no hope of love in this life, so that we can also experience the taste of love."

He grinned and looked like a bell ringer. (End of this chapter)