Alien Relic Hunter

"..." Ke Lan was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "Answer me a question first."

Demeter: "What's the problem?"

"How many members of the Undead Crew, including the dead Chiron and Pan, are there in total?"

"Why do you ask this?" Demeter said with a hint of doubt in her tone.

"Just answer me... For me, a 'quasi-member', it's not like even the number of people in the organization is a secret, right?"

"I thought you already knew..." Demeter said, "The seats of the Immortal Crew are sorted according to the Major Arcana cards in the Tarot, with a total of twenty-two seats and twenty-four people."

"Who are the two extra people...?"

"There are no more people. The tenth seat of 'Fate' corresponds to the three goddesses of fate in Greek mythology: Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. The three of them together are equivalent to a complete The tenth seat." Demeter explained.

"Then the Immortal Crew Association doesn't have any members other than the twenty-two seats...such as non-staff members?"

"No." Demeter objected flatly, "Except for you who are in the inspection period, the crew will not have any non-staff members."

Ke Lan couldn't help but frowned.

Between the information dealer and Demeter, at least one person was lying.

Although Demeter had previously connived with people at the institute to conduct dangerous research, which led to the occurrence of the "memetic incident", it does not mean that she is a mole within the Undead Crew - her behavior can only mean that She is a "radical" within the crew, but there is no proof of any connection between her and the heretical sect.

Since she can contact him now, it means that she has passed the internal review process of the crew association.

"Can you answer my question now? Has Pan kept in contact with you since the start of the combat operation?" Demeter asked again.

Ke Lan thought for a moment, but still did not choose to hide it: "Someone did contact me. He also sent the mass-produced Fallen Angel troops. He also told me about the original erosion seed and the blood of the true god... But he Not Pan."

"Who is he?" Another older male voice interrupted.

"The person talking to you now is not me alone, but all the remaining members of the Undead Crew." Demeter said to Ke Lan.

"Well, that person is an intelligence dealer I met on the hunter forum. I have known him for four or five years... Just before the combat operation started, he suddenly contacted me and revealed to me that he In fact, he is a member of the Immortal Crew Association, and he also emphasized that he does not have a seat or code name in the Immortal Crew Association, but he has the same authority as everyone." Ke Lan paused and then said, "In view of the fact that he often asks me Providing some information that could not be obtained through normal channels, as well as the authority to mobilize the field corps, I believed his words."

"What's his ID?" the old male voice asked just now.

"ACMS_0420."

In less than half a minute, Demeter had already found out the true identity behind this ID: "The registrant of this account is named Li Hao. He was born in the Public Human Cultivation Center No. 4, East Seventh District, in the year 921 of the New Era, and he lived alone as an adult. One person lives in the Wilson District of the South 8th District and makes a living online by relying on self-taught computer skills.”

Wilson District in South 8? The place name Ke Lan is no stranger to him. This place is also one of the more famous slums on Ark. With the income level of an intelligence dealer, it should be easy to buy a house in the first three districts. The reason why he would Choosing to continue living in the slums is probably to hide his true identity.

After all, it is easy for others to become suspicious if a person with no background or legitimate profession suddenly takes out a large sum of money... Many hackers Ke Lan knows also like to hang out in such slums, dressing up as street gangsters or They were unemployed people living on the official subsistence allowance waiting to die, but few could guess that the credits in their secret accounts had exceeded the savings of many white-collar executives who visited the top three districts every day.

"You should have sent people to arrest him now, right?" Ke Lan asked.

"No... this man named Li Hao died a year ago in a street fight that broke out near his residence. According to the archives of the public security department, he happened to be out purchasing daily necessities at that time and returned home. On the way home, I encountered a gun battle between two groups of gang members. Unfortunately, I was hit by a stray bullet in the neck and died on the spot." Demeter said, "Calculating the time, it happened to be not long after you returned to the ark from the glacier ruins... In addition, dispatch The mass-produced fallen angel team uses Pan's authority. As for the original erosion seed and the blood of God, this is what Pan originally planned to tell you."

That information dealer had died a year ago? In other words, after he came back from the glacier ruins, the person behind this account was no longer the intelligence dealer he once knew?

Ke Lan suddenly thought that the information about the bottomless sinkhole was provided to him by the "new owner" of this account. Later, when he was trapped in a dream, he also received an email from him...

Thinking of this, Ke Lan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

What is this man's purpose?

"Then can you trace the IP address based on subsequent login records? With your capabilities, this should be very simple, right? Even if the other party uses a virtual IP, you can also locate the physical address by querying the computer chip code, right?" Ke Lan asked.

"We checked it at the beginning and found that the real IP address that was logged in later was located at Li Hao's residence... The machine used was a self-assembled computer, and all the accessories were obtained from unknown numbers of electronic devices on the black market. It's rubbish and cannot be traced at all..." Demeter said, "The clues are completely cut off here."

"After Li Hao died, no one else would live in that house?"

"Li Hao's residence is an illegal building, not a standardized apartment for Ark residents, and is not under the official jurisdiction of Ark. After Li Hao's death, that building became a place for homeless people... Security Bureau When the people arrived, they found only a few unkempt homeless people."

"The security bureau's actions are really fast. Have these homeless people been interrogated?" Ke Lan asked.

"After checking, we didn't get any valuable information... The earliest person among them who came here moved in a week ago. Before him, there were at least dozens of 'residents' in this room..." Demo Terr sighed in a very rare way.

"Is it possible that he did not deceive me? He is a member of the Immortal Crew Association." Ke Lan said solemnly, "Maybe he is sitting with you at the moment, listening to my analysis... But let What I don’t understand is what was his motivation for doing this. Whether in terms of results or process, there is almost no difference between what he did and what Pan was going to do... And one more thing, why did he want to kill Pan?”

"There is currently no evidence that Pan died at the hands of this person." A clear girlish voice said that Ke Lan had never heard before.

"Even if he didn't kill Pan, he still has something to do with it." Ke Lan immediately retorted, "Otherwise, how could he replace Pan to communicate with me? By the way, how did Pan die? This can tell me ?"

"Before you officially join the Undead Crew..." The girl's voice was interrupted by the old male voice before: "It doesn't matter if you tell him."

"Pan died as a result of a tampered procedure," Demeter said. "The life-sustaining nutrients that were supposed to be injected into his body were replaced with high concentrations of cyanide."

"Poisoned to death?" Ke Lan was a little surprised, "I thought the people in your Immortal Crew Association were really immortal... By the way, couldn't you find out who had tampered with the program?"

"The only people who have the authority to modify this thing are members of the crew association, and it needs to be confirmed by more than three people at the same time... As you said, there may indeed be a traitor within us." The old male voice said.

"And there's more than one." Ke Lan added for him.

"Yes... we need you for this..." This time it was the old man's turn to be interrupted, and the person who interrupted him was Ke Lan.

"We will discuss this matter later." Ke Lan said, reaching out to hold the handle of the sword at his waist, "I found that there is one thing... that has not been dealt with yet."

A body covered in blood crawled out of the ruins of Alexander with difficulty. His body was covered with ruptured wounds. These wounds were decaying rapidly, but at the same time they were also regenerating rapidly... This man's entire body It's like going back and forth between this state of death and rebirth.

"You're not dead yet?" Ke Lan complained secretly in his heart and walked towards the other party.

The prophet seemed to be in a state of extreme pain at this time. The remaining half of his face had an extremely ferocious expression. The other half of his face directly exposed the red muscles and white bones underneath. Countless small tentacles emerged from the muscles. It came out from between the textures and kept squirming.

"It seems that this time it is really the real body." Ke Lan said in a tone of half emotion and half ridicule, "If it was a substitute, you should have discarded it long ago."

He gently pulled Asano Akira's sword out of its sheath, and his left thumb holding the sheath slowly brushed across the spine of the sword, taking his time.

The war is over, and now he just needs to end things with someone - of course, if the other person can still be called a "person".

"I...still lost...hiss..." A vague voice came from the prophet's throat. It tried to stand up, but eventually fell to the ground.

"Did we win..." Ke Lan stared at the "monster" in front of him with extreme hatred, "Almost all the 160,000 ground troops were wiped out, one-third of the Ark itself was destroyed, and the civilian casualties exceeded Twenty million...the entire Eastern District area was completely evaporated..."

Although the key members of the Hunting God Hunting Group have been transferred to "Yagunaktor", nearly half of the logistics personnel still stay at the headquarters in the East Fourth District, plus the newly recruited reservists in the training base Hunters and employees' families... were completely wiped out from this world with that dazzling white light, leaving not even a trace of their existence.

The hounds once spent their lives exploring high-level ruins one after another in order to feed the families of their subordinates who died in battle... Now, after the Hunting God Hunting Group was finally able to provide them with a relatively comfortable living environment, they encountered something like this again. Unexpected disaster.

Many of their families don’t even have a month to move into their new residences…

Just a few dozen minutes ago, the new life full of hope in their eyes came to an end along with their lives.

A full stop full of unwillingness, resentment and sorrow.

This is just the loss of the God Hunting Group, there are more people and more families... When the disaster strikes, the children at home may have just come home from school and can't wait to turn on the TV and wait for the new cartoon to be broadcast on time. ; The mother may be cooking in the kitchen, with the aroma of oil fumes filling the entire residence; the father is doing extra work in front of the computer, thinking that if he gets a salary increase next month, he may be able to send his children to a better school next year. Go to school...

This is just a microcosm of thousands of ordinary families.

Ke Lan suddenly thought of Ye Yan. The headquarters of Ye's consortium is located in the East Second District. Since it is relatively inland, some plots may remain, but the people living on these plots want to survive. The possibility... is almost zero.

Ke Lan didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Unfortunately, Alexander's 'ultimate judgment' still missed..." the prophet gasped.

"What would have happened if there was no miss?" Ke Lan asked suppressing his anger.

"Pass through the middle of the ark, directly destroy the core area, and burn those guys from the Undead Crew along with their coffins...to ashes."

"Have you never considered the casualties of ordinary people?"

"Do humans care about the insects hiding under the soil when they cultivate the land?" As the prophet said, he put a hand with almost only bones left into his abdomen and pulled out a rotting tentacle. He threw it on the ground casually, "Even the people of the Undead Crew don't care about their death, so how can I care."

"Oh." Ke Lan said. Although the anger in his heart was hard to suppress, the expression on his face became calmer - he didn't even bother to find a few suitable words to insult the other party.

"Sooner or later you will regret it." The prophet continued, "When you know the truth of everything, you will regret your choice today...I can guarantee...ha...haha..."

"So, what is the truth?" Ke Lan held up the knife, walked to a place less than three meters away from the prophet, stood still, and looked at it coldly.

"I can't tell you...because as long as I tell you...the undead crew will...will...kill you immediately...hahaha..." The prophet struggled to get up from the ground and knelt down in front of Ke Lan. , "Haha, how about... don't you think... it's ironic..."

"Pfft——"

Ke Lan didn't waste any time and directly thrust the sword into the opponent's chest.

Although the living armor had been burned by the flames in the "ritual", Ke Lan's body that had been transformed and strengthened by the living armor was preserved.

He stepped on the prophet's shoulder and pulled the knife out of the opponent's chest bit by bit. Wherever the blade touched, the flesh and blood instantly turned into gray tissue like tattered cotton wool, and then quickly turned into The smelly pus dripped onto the ground.

"Sooner or later you will regret it!" The prophet laughed suddenly, and rotten blood and organ fragments sprayed out from its broken throat, "Because you are just a chess piece! A chess piece that sees the edge of the chessboard but is still unwilling The extremely stupid chess piece that jumped out! Hahaha!"

"Shua——"

A knife kills the head.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

[P.S. Thanks to Yan Ye Ye for the 2,000 starting coins; thank you Ye Shang Mo Wei Liang for the 100 starting coins. In addition, I would like to thank Yan Yanye and Zibo Qingxue for sending me birthday red envelopes in the book club.

To be precise, today and tomorrow are both my birthdays, one according to the solar calendar and one according to the lunar calendar. Considering that whether it is a nucleic acid test or a bone biopsy test, the result will always be negative, so this time I am superstitious and celebrate my birthday according to the lunar calendar. I will go out to have a birthday party with a friend tomorrow. If I come back late, I may take a day off. 】