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As the surgical room's shadowless lamp illuminated above Chen Mo, he heard the first cicada call from outside the window. The sensation of the anesthetic flowing through his veins felt eerily similar to that day in the interrogation room, where the electronic voice of the judge crawled into his cochlea through the network cable, sending shivers down his spine.
Seventeen hospital beds lined the corridor, where those once referred to as "exhibits" were now having the barcodes on their skin erased by a laser scar removal device. Lin Xiaxia paused for seven seconds at her third rib, her fingertips lingering on a faint pink scar while tying her nurse's uniform belt in front of the changing mirror. Once branded with the mark "Exhibit 07," it now remained only as a crescent-shaped fold.
Suddenly, she recalled the bespectacled man in the basement who often hummed "Chong Er Fei." She had heard that after his discharge, he went to Qinghai Lake Observation Station to specifically record migratory bird data. When the gavel fell, muffled sobs emerged from the third row of the audience. The judge's holographic projection flickered at the defendant's stand, with pixelated features continuously distorting into different victims' faces.
As the judge read out "Life Imprisonment," a group of over ten people wearing baseball caps suddenly stood up at the back of the audience. They all lifted their brims in unison—each face tattooed with the binary symbol of the judge. When SWAT burst through the door, the server of "An Abyss" Live Streaming Platform was still automatically pushing three-year-old footage of "Death Live Streaming."
Coffee-stained scheduling sheets littered the floor of the server room; one form had today's date circled in red ink, next to a drawing of a grinning Shiba Inu. The day after the Internet Celebrity Economy Summit, a video from the underground interrogation room suddenly interrupted on a large screen. CEOs dressed in tailored suits watched as their doppelgängers were dismembered live on stream, their champagne glasses shattering one after another.
Later, rumors circulated that a certain live streaming giant had hastily removed all "Punishment Challenge" segments overnight and replaced them with "Intangible Cultural Heritage VR Experience." When the gas chamber's airlock opened, a hacker's drone hovered above the prison courtyard. The judge, fixed in his chair and feeling discomfort in his neck, suddenly sensed a cool breeze—the wind stirred by the drone's propellers.
As he blinked for what would be the last time, an image lingered on his retina—a series of Morse code seemingly flowing across the grates of a ventilation duct. Deep within the Dark Web, a new site named "Scarlet 404" went live; cherry blossom effects falling on its homepage formed patterns resembling victims' pupils.
Article 13 of its registration terms was marked in Gothic font: "This platform has been fully authorized by Abyss Media," which was indeed the parent company of "An Abyss" Live Streaming Platform that had been shut down three years prior. At midnight, Urban Power Grid experienced a sudden fluctuation lasting 0.3 seconds.
The surveillance footage from a 24-hour convenience store flickered with static for a few frames before an automatic receipt printer spat out a three-meter-long shopping receipt featuring an invitation code for a new live streaming platform. As a moth collided with a streetlight camera, an electronic billboard atop an office building began its countdown—identical to the timer used by the judge during his live streams years ago.
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