Each Dark Web was highly secretive, but as long as one knew the specific login method, one could access it.
On the state-run Main Brain Network, every user had a clearly defined account that recorded their information. The Dark Web was different. One could log in anonymously without leaving any trace behind. Even if one wanted to spend money on the Dark Web to hire a killer, transactions were completed using things like secret keys, with no need to reveal any identity.
Fan Lang had started out as a programmer in his previous life, so he was exceedingly familiar with such tricks. To him, it was nothing unusual.
No matter how the world changed, some tricks never changed.
Fan Lang's Thought Body entered the Head-Priced-For-Sale Dark Web. He altered his appearance, putting on a white smiling mask and a black robe.
This Dark Web took the form of a street, crowded with Thought Bodies of all sorts of identities. As for who these Thought Bodies truly were, no one could know.
A Thought Body that looked like a burly man might actually belong to a delicate girl.
A Thought Body that looked like a child might actually belong to a decrepit old person.
Here, everyone was a mystery.
There were numerous bulletin boards along both sides of the street, covered with wanted portraits. Assassins could come here to accept all kinds of assassination jobs. Clients could post new bounties on the boards.
Besides Head-Priced-For-Sale jobs, there were also a small number of other shady dealings here, but they were few. Bounties remained the main business.
Fan Lang's arrival drew the attention of several Thought Bodies. Acting as though nothing had happened, he strolled down the street, his gaze sweeping over one bulletin board after another. Every now and then, he