Accompanied by the sound of "chichi" jets, several deep submersibles opened their covers one by one.
At this point, it can basically be declared that this deep dive salvage is over. The wanderers who descended into the abyssal dark web surfaced into the solid base reality.
The next step is to count the losses and gains of this salvage mission.
Putting aside the profits, there are two members who have not returned from this mission.
Wu Tou-23, the vice-captain of Wolfsbane Force, and...the guy named Theseus.
Ye Qian looked at the slowly opening deep-diving sub-cages under the stage, crossed his arms, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Then, he was surprised to find that among the abyss wanderers who should have been unable to move for half a day due to the anesthetic drugs, one person struggled to stand up.
Ye Qian remembered that the person's name seemed to be Black Falcon-136.
The rush of adrenaline in Black Falcon-136's veins was fighting against the anesthetic drugs used in the deep-diving subcang. He crawled out of the coolant with trembling hands and feet as if he was shaking.
However, before he could take a few steps, he tripped over the pipeline that was still connected to his body and fell hard to the ground, leaving a series of watermarks.
A long shadow was cast, and Black Falcon-136 raised its head.
The supervisor of the third deep dive warehouse, Ye Qian, was looking at him gloomily at the moment.
"What happened down there earlier?"
The man gritted his teeth and asked word by word.
The sound was so cold it could freeze a penguin to death.
"What happened to them?"
Ye Qian said, pointing to the side with a livid face.
Black Falcon-136 looked in the direction he pointed. There were the only two deep submersibles that had not been opened. One was a bit larger than the ordinary model. Needless to say, the three-meter-tall Aconitum-23 lying inside was. As for the other one...he remembered that lying inside was Theseus.
The dazzling red light on the deep submersible was always on, and it seemed to be the same color as the innocent blood stained on his ceramic claw blade.
Taking the initiative to cut off his vision, 136 shook his head in pain with trembling lips and said nothing.
The next moment, he was picked up by his neck, and at the same time, his vision was forced online.
"What do you mean by shaking your head? I'm asking you a question, you defective piece of shit."
Ye Qian lifted Black Falcon-136 up like a chicken, and said with murderous intent in his tone.
"What happened down there?"
"I killed him..."
136 replied in a voice that was almost like moving his lips.
"What did you say? Louder, I can't hear you at all!"
Ye Qian roared angrily.
"I killed him, I killed Theseus! Do you understand, I killed him, I killed him! I killed an innocent man with my own hands! I killed my own companions with my own hands!"
Black Falcon-136 suddenly raised his head and shouted at Ye Qian.
At this moment, he wanted to cry, but the metal eyes that were replaced with artificial products deprived him of the right to cry.
After venting his emotions briefly and intensely, Black Falcon-136 lowered his head again.
"I should be the one who deserves to die..."
He kept mumbling as if all his strength had been drained away.
Ye Qian, who was sprayed with saliva inexplicably, was stunned for a moment, and then he threw the guy who looked like a useless person to the ground.
"Did Theseus kill himself? What about Aconitum-23?"
Ye Qian asked after wiping his face.
Without answering his question, the guy collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud. Except for repeating "I should be the one who deserves to die" in his mouth, he seemed to have lost all responses to the outside world.
Is this mental index damaged?
Ye Qian couldn't help but murmur.
It seems that if you want him to continue talking, you must use some special means.
I don’t know if I have that much time when Cerberus’ people may come to my door at any time.
"You think you yourself..."
Ye Qian put on a mocking expression for himself, but before he could finish his sentence, a female voice on the side interrupted him.
"Theseus killed Aconitum-23. During the last deep dive and salvage, he voluntarily became the horse of a malicious program in exchange for sufficient power."
The speaker was Qianxia Ying, who had just crawled out of the deep sub-cage. Her face was pale and her voice was trembling.
"Ask me anything you want to ask. He was the one who did it before, so don't continue to embarrass him."
…………
The sound of rushing water caused by the poles echoed softly, and he felt that he was on a small boat that was moving at a constant speed.
As a cognitive science scholar, at least a hundred years ago, Jiang Zhou dared to say that he was one of the few people in the world who best understood the operating mechanism of human consciousness.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to become the overall person in charge of the Janus project and complete the feat of uploading human consciousness.
The more he learned about the operating mechanism of consciousness, the less he believed that there was such a metaphysical soul in this world.
Therefore, he also does not believe in any extension of the concept based on "soul".
For example - hell, heaven, underworld, reincarnation, past life, this life and other concepts.
Death is death. Death is like a lamp going out. It will be an eternal dreamless sleep without the poetic and romantic concept in it.
So, when Jiang Zhou woke up, he found himself lying on a lone boat. When Ye Guzhou's ferryman was an old man with a gaunt figure, ragged clothes, a dirty appearance, and eyes burning with fire, his first reaction was not that he had gone to hell after death.
Rather, the pretentious guy in front of me is the role of some malicious program in the COSPLAY myth.
"Charon?"
Jiang Zhou asked.
The appearance of the other party is obviously the image of Charon, the son of Erebus and Nyx in Greek mythology and the ferryman responsible for sending the dead across the other side of the River Styx.
The old man just glanced at him, sparks popping out of his eyes. But he didn't speak, he just continued to push the small boat forward with the long pole in his hand.
"Why...am I still alive?"
Jiang Zhou continued.
I think, therefore I am, and since he can still think, he must still be alive.
According to the synchronized perception from Liao Qi, after the previous stand-in program was destroyed, it took about twenty minutes before he appeared here.
In response to his question, the old man just snorted "ha" and still said nothing.
"Because you don't just have a stand-in program."
A familiar ethereal voice echoed in Jiang Zhou's ears, answering his question.
He was lying on the damp wooden board and had no strength to stand up at this moment.
But after trying his best to turn his head, he saw the goddess in white robes, bare feet, and skin as pale as milk sitting at the stern of the boat.
Hecate, the goddess of the underworld, was caressing the skull embedded in the stern of the boat, looking beyond the fog on the River Styx into the distance.
"what do you mean……"
Jiang Zhou... Only now did Jiang Zhou realize that something was wrong with his voice.
The voice he made at this moment was Liao Qi's voice.
But the goddess of the moon just looked at him and continued:
"As long as you stay here, your terminal stored in the lower realm of the physical layer will not be annihilated by the water of the Styx."
(End of chapter)
