Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 38 NO.0026: Breadcrumbs and Adjusters

The cracked Xingxuan was like a beautiful ringworm scar in the sky, and on the dilapidated iron tower platform reflected by the illusory sky, Jiang Zhou finally stood up from the intricately decorated chair.

It wasn't because he had sat enough, but the emergency contact system that had been malfunctioning before finally detected a weak signal at this moment.

It has been more than ten hours since the dive, and he received the signal for the first time.

It's just that what he received was neither the rising signal of the sub-compartment of the deep dive, nor the positioning signal of other deep-diving salvage personnel, but...

"Breadcrumb marks."

Looking at the markers flashing on the positioning map, Jiang Zhou murmured.

The so-called "breadcrumb imprint" refers to the road sign that salvage personnel can rely on its guidance to artificially float up after the deep submersible tank loses its ability to float up due to an accident, cross the firewall of the Styx, and return to the base reality.

The reason why they are called "breadcrumb marks" is that these road signs can last for a very limited time under the treacherous changes of the abyss and dark net. Just like in the fairy tale "Candy House", brothers and sisters Hansen and Gretel sprinkled bread crumbs for marking in the forest, and they would be pecked clean by "greedy birds" in a short time.

It is also for this reason that as the depth of the dive deepens, the accuracy of the imprint will become worse and worse.

However, at the depth of the photosynthetic belt, the accuracy of the breadcrumb imprint can still be guaranteed.

"The maximum estimated duration of the imprint is... 23 hours and 12 minutes."

Jiang Zhou quickly climbed down the iron tower while counting the countdown on the imprint.

Since the estimated maximum time is 23 hours, you must be prepared that it will expire in 12 hours, just like the grenade marked in the field manual that it will detonate in five seconds, you should treat it as if it will explode in three seconds.

You must give yourself spare time.

Jumping from the last three-meter-high platform to the ground, Jiang Zhou visualized his own mandala to complete the authentication, and opened his personal backpack.

The self-sensing climbing aids worn on his body turned into a stream of data and were stored. Jiang Zhou glanced at the contents of the backpack.

Hmm... The Scorpio-type pulse pistol will not be taken out. As the Black Falcon-136 said, it is purely a toy in a slightly higher level of combat.

Immediately, the model of the "Candle Dragon" Gauss rifle was quickly outlined in Jiang Zhou's hands, followed by three EMP grenades produced by Pluto Deep Diving Company.

Three things that looked like shrinking size one cans of Coke were outlined and rendered on the tactical belt.

Looking over the EMP grenade, Jiang Zhou couldn't help recalling the thrilling battle that took place in the "House of Chiron" not long ago.

Fortunately, when I was using a universal printer, I used the depth 1 to adjust the remaining materials of the transformation, and printed an EMP grenade for myself.

At that time, his idea was just to experiment, whether he could bring the products of Pluto Deep Dive Company outside to print.

Unexpectedly, that thing saved himself in the end, or saved "Liao Qi"'s life.

Shaking his head, leaving those miscellaneous thoughts behind, Jiang Zhou walked to the wide road with the gun in his hand, and then clicked the most data-intensive thing in his personal backpack in the void—the auxiliary anti-gravity engine All terrain vehicle.

The compressed capsule carrying all the structural data of a car was thrown to the ground by Jiang Zhou, and with the sound of deformation, the entire compressed file unfolded rapidly. Numerous topological structures are interconnected in space, and a 3D modeling of an all-terrain vehicle capable of seating eight people is assembled in the blink of an eye.

Then the material is rendered, and the physics engine is loaded.

The final rendering is the logo of Pluto Deep Dive Company.

It appears on the front hood of the car: bidents intersected with invisible helmets, and below it in ornate cursive script the Greek word: Plūto.

It means Pluto, the god of the underworld in Roman mythology-the Lord of Tartarus, the king of the dead and wealth.

This car is not a product of the emergence of the Abyss Darknet, but a product developed and put into production by Pluto Deep Diving Company, which reversely cracked the technological blueprint. In other words, without relying on universal printers, companies can build production lines for mass production—knowing what is and why.

Pluto's scientific research progress in deep-potential gravity technology has been outstanding, and vehicles with anti-gravity engines have been commercialized in recent years, which even vaguely threatens the monopoly position of Neptune Transportation Group in the field of civilian vehicles. .

In short, after about ten seconds of decompression, an auxiliary anti-gravity engine all-terrain vehicle that can sell more than 1.5 million Aore in the market has been loaded in this way-Aore is the most powerful vehicle of this era. A credible currency with slightly higher purchasing power than the US dollar in the early 2000s.

Getting in the car and holding the steering wheel, Jiang Zhou seriously thought about whether he should use a universal printer to get this thing out and sell it for money.

After all, the Icarus Liberation Front is short of both money and people because it has been hit hard one after another.

Recruiting new members, rebuilding the intelligence network, repairing the orphanage, purchasing materials and equipment, and giving pensions to the families of comrades who died... Each of these expenditures can cause those in charge of finances to tear their hair and cry out. .

After all, after such rounds of blows, the organization's financial hole is now too big.

And maintaining an efficient and stable modern organizational structure is definitely not something that can be solved by faith.

Even the church sells indulgences when they have no money.

If he could find a suitable seller, selling this all-terrain vehicle for 1.5 million Ore would greatly alleviate Icarus' current financial distress.

However, the moment he stepped on the accelerator, Jiang Zhou rejected this plan in his mind.

First, he couldn't explain to the organization how the permission to print the car came from, and it was impossible to say that Santa Claus gave it to him in a sock.

Second, he is not sure whether there is a hidden mechanism in this car. If there is, it will definitely expose the source of its outflow after entering the market.

"Theseus, why did the car you lost in the abyss dark net appear in the hands of a hallucinogen dealer in the Nord resettlement area?"

Jiang Zhou seemed to be able to hear that guy named Ye Qian asking himself this question with a smile.

Of course, the most important thing is that I am still trapped in the abyss dark net at depth 2, and whether I can get back alive is still a matter of debate.

If he was trapped to death here and his body outside was directly extubated, then he would not have to think about the financial deficit of the Icarus Liberation Front.

All in all, let's get over the current predicament first.

After inputting the signal source of the "breadcrumb imprint" into the on-board computer, Jiang Zhou galloped towards the navigation direction.

With the assistance of the anti-gravity engine, the top speed of this all-terrain vehicle can reach more than 800 kilometers per hour.

But even after absorbing the tactical memory of driving specialization, Jiang Zhou didn't dare to step on the accelerator like this-this speed is still too exaggerated for the part of himself who is still a native.

Unless you change Deng Liaoqi's account.

But right now, there is no way for him to board Liao Qi's account.

And this is because...

…………

"You're awake."

After Liao Qi woke up, the first thing he saw was the fruit basket and wreath placed on the bedside table.

"Forget about the fruit basket, so what, can we remove the wreath?"

This was the first sentence Liao Qi said when he woke up after being in a coma for eight hours.

Booker looked at each other with a delicate young woman who looked about twenty-five, then he cleared his throat and said:

"These are the wishes of the children and staff of Chiron House. You saved the life of the little shrimp goby. Aunt Huo specifically asked me to express my thanks, and said that I will hold a thank you party for you later... so , you can take it at ease."

"but……"

Jiang Zhou tried to explain, but the handsome young woman; in Liao Qi's memory, her name was Bai Dong, a licensed mind adjuster and the only mind doctor in the organization; she said in a comforting tone :

"You can rest assured that those kids didn't spend money on real hydroponic flowers, these were paper flowers they folded out of paper and carefully wove into wreaths."

This is what I f*cking want to say...

Opening his mouth, Jiang Zhou finally swallowed the words.

It seems that in this era, the funeral industry is not popular in this place.

Forget it, do as the Romans do, as the Romans do...

After comforting himself in his heart, Jiang Zhou dragged his bandaged body and sat up. Bai Dong on the side stood up as if wanting to stop him, but was stopped by Booker.

Jiang Zhou looked around, and then asked:

"Why am I here..."

"Do you remember what happened before you fainted?"

Booker asked immediately.

Jiang Zhou shook his head:

"I have a vague impression, but I can't remember clearly."

Upon hearing this, Booker turned to look at Bai Dong, nodded to her, and said:

"Well, I'll start with what I saw, when I..."

In fact, Jiang Zhou remembered.

After preventing the plasma bomb from exploding with an EMP grenade, Liao Qi dragged the broken monomolecular knife to the member of the lobotomy gang, cut the man into a human stick with a few clicks, and immediately Cut open his chest, and pulled out another black box buried inside.

Booker walked down at this moment, and then stared at him warily for some reason, keeping a safe distance from him. Before Jiang Zhou could continue to say anything, he passed out suddenly.

After all, after fighting all the way, he has accumulated too many injuries and fatigue. After the battle was over and the adrenal pump stopped working, Liao Qi's body couldn't bear it all of a sudden and collapsed.

Of course, he really couldn't remember what happened after Liao Qi passed out.

The memories Booker narrated are no different from Jiang Zhou's memories, except that the other party has hidden the strange vigilance he had towards him at that time.

"How is Winston? Is he still alive?"

Jiang Zhou interrupted as he recalled something.

Booker froze for a moment, then said:

"He is still in the ICU, but the most dangerous time has passed. It seems that he needs to be replaced with an electronic lung, which may be a bit of a blow to him... You know, he has always been a nativist."

"That's good……"

Jiang Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to ask the questions he cared about:

"Then the lobotomy gang member I captured, and the universal printer..."

In this regard, Booker immediately replied without waiting for him to finish asking:

"The interrogation of the member of the Lobotomy Gang will be carried out later, and you will be required to go there at that time. As for the universal printer, you will definitely be required to go there at that time. Of course, it is inconvenient to say this in such a place..."

Booker stopped here, and then turned his head to look at Bai Dong next to him, who nodded to him.

Seeing this, he seemed to have made a lot of determination and said:

"But these things don't matter right now. There is only one thing that matters now."

"What?"

Curious about the other party's attitude at the moment, Jiang Zhou asked puzzledly.

"You urgently need a mental index test."