Abyssal Wanderer

In this era, it is extremely easy to satisfy sexual needs through brain-computer interface technology.

Whether it is an erotic simulator movie or a virtual reality simulation based on a substitute program, it can give people an extremely realistic experience. If you are willing to spend more money on customization, you can even experience a perfect experience beyond reality.

In comparison, offline real physical intercourse has too many obvious flaws - real people's skin is too close to see pores and flaws, real people will have muscle soreness due to lactic acid secretion, and will have bad breath and sweat. You will fart, and there will be troublesome cleaning work afterwards, and you may be infected with various infectious diseases...

Because of this, many young people tend to be more inclined to solve their needs in virtual reality. And even the most conservative people would not think that remotely interacting with each other's avatar online is a form of cheating.

But even so, offline romance venues still exist in this era. Because when you realize that the person trying to cater to you is not a set program, but a real person with complete free will, what you really enjoy is no longer just simple physical pleasure, but comes from The thrill of power.

Especially in an era where the bottom class is severely lacking in power, brothels can be regarded as one of the few places where one can trample on the dignity of others cheaply and with low risk...

In addition, as Hans said before, the Thracian Club only deals with sexually vulnerable groups with physical or psychological defects... I don’t know what method they use to control those girls so that they can be willing to do so. Put up with that kind of work content.

Jim couldn't help but think of Wheely who had confessed to him before and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Could it be the same reason?

Closing his eyes, his anger gradually accelerated his blood flow...

He calmed down calmly.

"I have already transferred the money for the prosthetic eyes and surgery to your account."

Opening his eyes again, he returned to his normal expression and said to Hans.

"Hey... don't be so outspoken. You are already a regular customer. How can I still not trust you?"

Having said that, Hans couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when the payment prompt popped up. He quickly handed Jim the skin repair spray and immunosuppressant, and he suddenly asked curiously:

"But the fall you suffered this time was quite severe. I'm afraid even a narrow escape from death is not enough to describe it. It can be regarded as a medical miracle...Who did you offend?"

"It's unclear who is behind the scenes, but maybe..."

Jim shook his head and said hesitantly:

"But maybe it has something to do with the Thracian Club... Do you know anything about that place?"

Hans frowned when he heard the term "Thrace Club".

"This is unlikely... Although their membership system is a bit mysterious. But except for the girls, they don't have any illegal products there. I have been there several times, and they even sell electronic hallucinogens. There are no dealers, it's very clean.

"What's more, those girls are not people who came from the underground of the resettlement area. They are all people with official status as citizens of the resettlement area."

idiot……

Hearing this, Jim felt his forehead jump sharply.

A brothel that does not engage in any illegal business except its own business, and it only looks for girls with serious status, just to serve people with your face?

What kind of worldview is this?

It can be said that this "Thrace Club" exudes a completely weird atmosphere from head to toe...

Thinking of this, Jim couldn't help but look at the clinic owner Hans in front of him - logically speaking, a person like him in a gray profession, even if he was carried away while enjoying the service, he would not be able to do this afterwards. It's so strange that you can't even notice it...

Perhaps sensing the suspicion in his eyes, Hans smiled and said:

"Hey Jimmy, so I'm saying it from the start, don't refer to the Thracian Club as a brothel. That's what I mean... although for us, it's a bit of a business, but for the people who work there, , which is actually a club for people with special fetishes.”

"Special hobby?"

Jim's frown deepened.

"As you know, even if there is no cyberpsychosis, most young people nowadays have some mental problems... so it is normal to have weird habits. The Thracian Club is specifically looking for people like that. "

Although Hans spoke as if he had suffered a great loss, Jim really doubted whether someone really had such a special hobby that he wanted to find him - could the other person really be Quasimodo?

Seeing that Jim still didn't believe it, Hans seemed a little anxious:

"You really can't believe it. I've seen with my own eyes the kind of fat girl who likes to be 300 pounds in the club and needs an exoskeleton to even walk. That fat guy in the escort uniform can be seen from five meters away. He could smell the smell of sweat, but the girl's eyes made her tremble when she looked at him. It couldn't be faked. In addition, he also liked people with disabilities, who liked being beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. It smells like an old man..."

"Stop, stop, stop... I don't want to know so much about this. Anyway, you can be sure that the girls working there are not forced, right?"

Not wanting to know those details, Jim immediately interrupted.

"Absolutely true."

Old Hans nodded.

"There are no signs of being brainwashed by drugs, hypnosis, or being controlled by some kind of prosthetic program?"

Jim continued to ask.

"There will be some abnormalities due to drugs or hypnosis, but they don't have any strange behavior at all. As for prosthetic drive and so on...don't you still believe my level? I can guarantee that they have not been programmed by viruses at all. Control is all about serving us sincerely.”

At this point, Jim felt that there was no need to ask any more questions.

In a sense, he still believed in Hans, an old man's vision. Since he said he couldn't see any problems, there was a high probability that he really had no problems with drug control, hypnotic brainwashing, and prosthetic program control.

In other words, the problem lies in a more terrifying aspect...

He is not so stupid that he really thinks that there is no problem in that club. On the contrary, the problem there is terrible.

Thinking of this, he put on his coat, packed his equipment, got up, borrowed a trolley from the side and loaded the body bag into it.

Finally, before leaving the Porcupine Clinic, he suddenly asked:

"By the way, one last question, what is the security level of the Thracian Club?"

…………

Scavenger Luo An was waiting anxiously for Jim outside with his adopted sister.

Although it is rare to encounter the resurrection of the dead, being unintentionally involved in a high-level fight during the process of collecting corpses is a common thing in the scavenger industry and has become a stereotype - it is even so stereotyped that many literary and artistic works on the market now choose the scavenger. One profession as the protagonist.

Those stories usually involve the protagonist as a scavenger picking up some kind of memory, prosthetic body or something else that hides great secrets and power on a corpse, and then being hunted by a company or some secret organization. The protagonist continues to rely on those things to become stronger during the hunt, and finally defeats the mastermind behind the scenes to save the world and becomes a legend admired by everyone.

But people who really work in this field will only think that those works are pure nonsense, helpless, and low-level scavengers with a life as low as grass. How can they be like in the story, just pick up something and change their fate against the will of heaven? Woolen cloth?

When involved in those things, the more common outcome is to die quietly in a dark corner.

"If...I mean if."

In the anxiety of waiting, Ruoan suddenly said to the cheap girl beside him:

"If I can't get away from this thing this time, I know a smuggler who is running the show. Then you can just take the money and run away. After all, you are not a registered official scavenger. There is a high probability that they will not Investigate it on you."

When the girl heard Ruoan's words, she immediately shook her head and said:

"I don't want to. If we can't escape from this matter, you will probably be arrested in less than a day without my advice. And when you are arrested and tortured, you will definitely confess to me. When the time comes, I won't be safe either...we only have a chance if we are together."

After saying these hurtful words, she sniffed the snot hanging from her nose hard and showed a silly smile.

After hearing this, Ruoan became angry and was about to get angry, when the door of the clinic next to him suddenly opened.

"What she said makes sense. The current situation is that even if the cable is routed underground in the resettlement area, it is not safe. And she is so young and has no big children to take care of her. She still takes so much money underground... You really think it's appropriate. ”

Jim wheeled the body out.

"Then what should we do?"

When the little girl saw Jim coming out, she immediately jumped over and asked.

"It's very simple. Just take this body back and say it's me."

Jim replied with a smile.

"So simple?"

Ruoan asked suspiciously:

"Won't this be found out soon?"

"If there is a special person to investigate, this can probably be hidden for two days."

Jim said.

"What about two days later?"

the little girl asked quickly.

"No one will come to trouble you after tonight... I have found out who the people behind the scenes are. Don't worry, they won't survive tonight."

Jim sneered.

After saying that, he clicked on the guy who was marked as "extremely dangerous" in his contacts.

The phone was connected after three rings, and Jim greeted softly:

"Hello, are you Mrs. Linyuan?"

"No, no, no, I don't mean to be provocative at all, I just have some bad news to tell you..." (End of Chapter)