Chapter 218 NO00d9: Contradiction and Heaven

Chapter 218 NO.00d9: Contradictions and Paradise

The control of prosthetic transformation in the upper levels of the Nord resettlement area is completely different from the lawless place underground in the resettlement area.

According to the "Several Opinions on Preventing and Controlling Cyberpsychiatric Public Security Incidents in the Nord Resettlement Area" issued by the temporary government of the resettlement area three years ago. Nowadays, any potentially dangerous prosthetic transformation on the ground needs to be registered and certified.

For this reason, the resettlement area government even spent a huge amount of money to purchase the city management system service of Vista Intelligent Control.

In addition to the security inspection devices in major public places, there are also drone patrols and scans in the streets and alleys at all times-citizens who have installed prosthetics will only be allowed to enter public places where a large number of people gather if they are confirmed to have registered "safe" transformations.

What Dr. Hans did before was to forge an implant certification for the two bullets in Jim's brain. Then the bullets in the postoperative brain map were photoshopped into the appearance of the corresponding implants and uploaded to the database of the city management center.

In this way, when Jim Ritter enters or leaves a public place or is randomly inspected by a drone, the security scanner will not sound an alarm when it scans the metal in his brain.

"But isn't it too expensive to buy a certification number for 5,000 Au?"

Jumping off the crude operating table, Jim carefully examined the repaired wound on his head in front of the mirror on the sink beside him, and complained that the other party's charges were too black.

"Brother, it's been so many years, you know how high my cost is... Forged certification is not cheap. Just to manage the vampires in the Sheriff's Bureau, it is a considerable expense every year. In addition, there is..."

"Come on."

Looking up from the mirror, Jim interrupted.

Because the nature of his work requires frequent dealings, he knows the nature of these prosthetic doctors too well.

First, they buy second-hand prostheses or defective implants at low prices on the black market, and then directly sell the certification and the product itself separately, making two profits - changing the high-risk prostheses that have a serious impact on the mental index to low-risk certification, and then reselling the uncertified prostheses to the workers who have smuggled from the underground of the resettlement area, so that they can work illegally in those unlicensed factories.

For those smugglers from the underground of the resettlement area, because they have installed uncertified prostheses, they can only live on the edge without the coverage of the "smart city management system". They can neither accumulate wealth in the upper class nor find a way to obtain the legal identity of citizens of the resettlement area - and their final outcome is either death in a foreign land or returning to the underground of the resettlement area.

As a result, the "Several Opinions on Preventing and Controlling Public Security Incidents of Cyber ​​Psychiatry in the Nord Resettlement Area" issued by the temporary government of the resettlement area did not actually reduce too many malicious incidents from cyber psychosis.

After all, it is not difficult to change the certification of high-risk prostheses or implants - just find a qualified and unscrupulous prosthesis doctor to do it.

But on the other hand, the "smart city management system" laid out for this reason has become a "firewall" for the above-ground classes in the Nord resettlement area. While the various classes above the resettlement area fully enjoy the cheap labor of the underground people, they also isolate those people from the daily life of the citizens above the ground.

It's like a non-existent air person.

"If your business is not profitable, those cops won't put their noses into your pockets all day long."

Jim picked up a gray tweed hat from the side and put it on, carefully straightened it in front of the mirror, and then turned to look at the prosthetic doctor.

"But Jim, you have to know... I am responsible for doing business for you."

Seeing that the other party was not easy to fool, Hans took out a few bottles of immunosuppressants from the freezer next to him and walked over and said:

"After all, you don't want to be stopped for a comprehensive examination because of those two bullets, and then be found out to be an unregistered adjuster, right?"

In response, Jim was silent for several seconds.

The "several opinions" issued by the temporary government of the resettlement area are only for ordinary people who have installed prostheses and implants. After all, they are all human technology, and the trouble they can really cause is relatively small.

But for those "adjusters" who have undergone the "universal printer" transformation and are equipped with the black technology of the Abyss Dark Web, their attitude is completely different.

Unless they have a special identity as company employees, or are simply employed by the temporary government of the resettlement area, basically every adjuster who is outside the system must be closely monitored.

And Jim Leiter happens to be an unregistered adjuster.

And he is also an adjuster who is on the path of upgrading, unwilling to join the company, and unwilling to associate with the resettlement area government.

"Think about it."

Hans said, putting several bottles of immunosuppressants in his hand into a sealed bag, and then handed it to Jim.

As the other party said, he did take a lot of responsibility for helping him to forge - once it was found out, maybe even the license of the prosthetic doctor would be revoked. If it weren't for the relationship for so many years, I'm afraid the other party would not be willing to take this job.

Thinking of this, Jim took the bag of "immunosuppressants" from the other party's hand, and at the same time transferred 5,000 yuan to the other party's account through the "anonymous account", and then said:

"Besides that, keep an eye on me recently to see if there are any advanced prostheses flowing from the black market to the underground of the resettlement area - whether they are new models, old military-grade models, or simply made by dark web AI."

Hans nodded vigorously when he saw this.

"Okay~ Don't worry, Jim. If there are any, do you want me to buy them for you?"

"No need."

Jim shook his head and said thoughtfully:

"Just keep an eye on the buyers and sellers for me."

Then, he looked around and finally stopped at a pile of cheap prostheses piled up in the bathtub, soaked in disinfectant, and still with blood stains.

"For the sake of our relationship over the years, I'll give you a reminder... Don't do business like reselling second-hand prostheses to illegal immigrants in the underground of the resettlement area in the future."

Jim said so.

Hans sneered as if he had heard a joke, and then said:

"What? Are you afraid of those guys who call themselves 'Ikaros'? Do you think they can lead the refugees underground to break through the defense line, force the 'Tenth Layer' government to restart the 'Nord Refugee Resettlement Act', and then drag us all into the same hell as them?"

"The Olympus Enterprises on the 11th and 12th floors are already withdrawing their armed forces one after another. Even the company has compromised with them. What else is impossible?"

Jim shrugged and replied, and then he continued:

"Besides, giving the underground people citizenship and resettlement areas Falling into hell is the same thing. This line of thinking is a bit too jumpy. "

Hans walked a little closer, stared at Jim for a long time, and then almost gritted his teeth and said:

"You don't deal with those refugees from the underground on weekdays, so you don't understand what kind of shameless, greedy, and ungrateful guys they are... The resettlement area government kindly took them in, but in return they demolished the entire underground circulation facilities.

"To me, I'm not surprised at all that they are now threatening the lives of millions of people in the entire resettlement area. I don't know if you have read the book "The Rise of the New Calendar Low-Quality Races" written by the famous demographer Dr. Norton ten years ago-if those underground guys were allowed to get the same citizenship as us, it would take less than two generations for the entire Nord resettlement area to become the bird it is now underground."

At the end, he added:

"Go read that book, these are all based on sociology. "

His expression was worried and serious, with a hint of the momentum of a middle-aged man who was giving orders at a drinking party.

In response, Jim just patted the other person on the shoulder, and then said in a mocking tone:

"I am very pleased that you are finally starting to learn to read this kind of book with a long title and profound words."

After that, Jim took his coat from the side and put it on, then pushed the door and walked out.

He didn't know who had put two bullets into his brain, and he was sharing thoughts with an ancient man from a hundred years ago, and the other self was about to float up at this moment. In contrast, persuading a doctor who resells second-hand prostheses not to discriminate against regions is not an important thing to do now.

So first...

After walking out of the "Porcupine Clinic", he looked up at the giant clear sky light on the dome. For some reason, he really couldn't get interested in investigating the owner of the two bullets in his brain-if it weren't for the curiosity of Jiang Zhou, he might have planned to find a bar to have a drink, and then go home and sleep as if nothing had happened. It has happened.

Anyway, as long as the person who shot him finds out that he is not dead, he does not need to investigate. Whether it is the truth or death, it will come back to him sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Jim patted his face and cheered himself up again-please, you are a detective, this is a murder case that happened to you, you can't just not work because no one pays you, right?

But then again, since it is a capitalist society, isn't it natural not to work without pay?

After struggling for a long time, Jim Ritter finally gave up the idea of ​​going to the bar to drink a glass of Avalon whiskey.

In short, let's start with the investigation of the origin of the two bullets.

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"By the way, is it really okay for me to float up like this? "

Although all preparations were in place, Jiang Zhou still asked with some concern.

After working overtime for a long time, Jiang Zhou, as "Paradox", arranged most of the matters underground in the Nord resettlement area. He also needed to face the issues related to his personal safety.

In fact, Jiang Zhou originally planned to continue to stay in the Abyss Dark Web - after all, with the protection of the "City of Sages", his deep diving and salvage activities in the photosynthesis zone can be said to be not dangerous.

Instead of surfacing to face the executives of Pluto Deep Diving Company, it is better to continue hiding here to accumulate wealth.

But on the day when he chose Jim Rett as his controllable element, the goddess of the moon appeared in the City of Sages again uninvited, and asked him to surface and return to the base reality as soon as possible.

"Your physical layer structure is too inefficient, which seriously drags down your authority to bless. But in the deep diving state, you can't continue to follow the upgrade path.

"So, float up."

This is the reason given by Hecate.

In other words, the other party hopes that he can return to the base reality to upgrade and adjust the Theseus path. In order to obtain more permissions related to the "Janus Program".

Jiang Zhou remembered that the Janus program at that time prompted that his user permissions only reached the Lunar Realm, so he could only choose controllable elements within the Nord Resettlement Area.

"So... what do those permission levels mean?"

Jiang Zhou asked.

Lunar Realm, Hermes Realm, Venus Realm, Apollo Realm, Mars Realm, Jupiter Realm, Saturn Realm, Starry Sky, Primeval Heaven.

According to the order of the nine layers of heaven in "The Divine Comedy", nine permission levels are divided.

Except for the Supreme Heaven mentioned by "Hecate", the permission to Primeval Heaven can match the so-called "Climbing Realm"; and the Starry Sky can match the "Pan-Human Intelligence Collection"... As for the "Lunar Realm" where he currently belongs, it can only match the controllable elements near the Nord Resettlement Area.

Hecate did not directly answer Jiang Zhou's question, but directly stated the conclusion:

"If you want to obtain the authority of the Hermes Realm level, expand the number of controllable elements and the range of choices, then you must complete the adjustment and transformation of Depth 4."

"So, the Moon God Realm refers to the photosynthesis zone?"

Jiang Zhou continued to ask without knowing the fun.

After a long silence, Hecate replied:

"Dividing the Abyss Dark Web by depth is a product of your shallow cognition. However, the Moon God Realm does overlap a lot with the photosynthesis zone in your cognition, and is a part of the Abyss Dark Web that is closer to the base reality..."

After saying that, she paused, and then continued:

"At the same time, it is also the product of a certain wish from the Supreme Heaven."