Chapter 388

370,000 per flat, when the transaction price was released, some people in the sales office stood still in a daze, while others rushed forward like crazy:

"I said the house price will go up again!"

"Buy it quickly! If you don't buy it next time, it will rise to 40,000 yuan, and you really can't afford it!"

"For sale! We want a large apartment with an area of ​​25 square meters!"

"It's the same here! Is there a suite on the 17th floor?"

"I'm sorry, the 17th floor has been sold out just now, why don't you go to the 27th floor..."

Xiaodong covered his stomach and smiled, his face was pale, and he led the other guests to the real estate project dripping with cold sweat. People lined up, holding loan contracts, and crowded each other, for fear that if they were too late, they would not be able to buy a house, they blushed and were heartbroken. Shout loudly:

"I want to borrow two Sunshine Seedlings!"

"I want five loans!"

Someone stared blankly at all this, murmured a few words in a low voice, I really can't afford it, and I don't want to loan my child, and suddenly turned and ran out.

In less than two minutes, these people fell from the outside of the real estate, torn apart, and died with unsettled eyes.

The others just glanced at it, and then looked away strangely:

"Someone jumped off the building again?"

"Normally, every time a new building is opened and the price rises, some young people with poor mental quality jump off the building."

The patrol team collected the corpse in an orderly and skillful manner, and then carried it away to the two corpse collection team members in white coats who were waiting next to them, saying:

"Do these two people have any debts? If they do, send them to a private hospital, dismantle their organs, bones, and organs, and sell them at auction to pay for the loan. The corpses are still fresh now. Can sell for more money."

The members of the corpse collection team nodded, and the members of the patrol team looked at the corpses and sneered contemptuously. One even kicked the foot of one of the corpses and spit:

"Think you don't have to repay the loan after you die? What a beautiful idea!"

"I don't know how much this corpse can be sold for. If the goods are borrowed more, the auction of the corpse will not pay off. In the end, our big boss, Dong, will lose money."

"It's really heartless. The big boss kindly advances the money to you to spend. If you don't pay it off, you want to die. What a shameless bitch!"

Surrounded by turbulent crowds and voices, it seemed to be a harmonious scene. Shi Qian and Yuan Guang, who were in it, looked at the patrols who were talking in a trance, and listened to the sound of house transactions around them. I was cold all over, as if I had reached the eighth floor of hell.

There are chaotic evil spirits everywhere who don't treat others as human beings, and there are living people who are tortured and punished but don't know anything about it.

Yuan Guang and Shi Qian slowly turned their heads and sat down on the podium. Director C, who was toasting with the people next to him and drinking red wine to celebrate the big sale of the new real estate, flipped his hands over and showed a touch of Dangerous silver light.

[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang used his personal skill weapon (craft knife)]

[System prompt: Player Shi Qian used a personal skill weapon (caliper cone)]

Area E cemetery.

At 8:2, the sky was completely dark, and the cemetery directly opposite the 444 road was dark and gloomy. There was an old double-opened hollow carved iron gate, and there were many straight and oval-shaped buildings in shadows. The tombstone can vaguely see the photos of the person on the tombstone.

Apart from the weeds in the cemetery, the only creatures that can be seen are one or two crows, which landed on the tombstone lightly and croaked hoarsely.

Next to the iron gate is a half-closed, decayed security room. The door is swaying obliquely, and there is only a stool covered with dust on it. It is obvious that no one has entered this room for a long time.

Tang Erda's expression was complicated: "The old man said that the cemetery in District E was used as a supporting facility for the residences in District E. It was once looted, and now there is no one to maintain it."

"Because everyone in Sunshine City buys a house if they have money, how can they afford to buy a tomb?" Mu Sicheng also sighed, "I feel that this tomb is just a decoration, except for the rich. , who will buy this thing?"

Bai Liu smiled and said, "That's not necessarily the case."

Liu Jiayi looked around and said coldly: "These cemetery houses should not be sold to the living, but to the dead."

"Sold to the dead??" Mu Sicheng was puzzled and shocked, "Why buy a house when everyone is dead??"

Mu Ke was not surprised, and nodded calmly: "According to Bai Liu's previous analysis and what a grandfather told us, we can simply make a guess that it is Sunshine City. Real estate developers build everything for profit, for money, or a currency that can be exchanged for human productivity.”

"Land is the means of production that they firmly hold. Under the circumstances of private monopoly, this means of production has become a property that can be exchanged at an unlimited premium through the operation and regulations of real estate developers. productive goods."

Mu Sicheng was a little dizzy: "What?"

"At this time, people's productivity is constantly being degraded in the process of being replaced by currency equivalents." Mu Ke told Mu Sicheng, "Simply put, it is through monopoly. The means of production let other people involve, and through the process of introversion and competition, your productivity will be continuously degraded, and the conflict with the intensification of survival will be transferred to the people below, making you hate those who have a competitive relationship with you, On the contrary, it makes you grateful that he is willing to leak a little currency from his fingers for you to fight for."

"At this point, it is meaningless to compete for currency. Currency is just a transit channel for them to exchange productivity. As long as they make the means of production infinitely premium, your productivity will never be able to fill the gap in housing prices. "

"So the land is the most valuable thing. Since these real estate developers are willing to take the land to build a cemetery, it can only show one thing. After the cemetery is built, through the production of the [cemetery] Data can also be exchanged for a large amount of productivity."

After Mu Ke finished speaking, Mu Sicheng still had a cloudy expression, paused for a moment, and said politely: "Did you skip some basic compulsory courses when you were in college?"

For example, revising Marxism and the like.

Mu Sicheng, who understood Mu Ke's mocking subtext, was a little annoyed, so he immediately turned to Bai Liu, who was observing the entrance of the cemetery, and pointed at Mu Ke to complain: "Bai Liu, Mu Ke doesn't talk about people!"

Good grades, good memory, remembering everything in class is amazing!

Mu Sicheng let out a cry of anger from a scumbag.

Bai Liu squatted on the ground with his back facing Mu Sicheng and lowered his head as if he was observing the densely packed footprints in the ground, without turning his head, he said in a flat tone:

"Compared to humans, don't you think ghosts are a better source of cheap labor?"

"If a person works six days a week and works 9 hours a day, his foreman only works 54 hours, excluding those who eat and go to the toilet. The time, rounded up, is almost 50 hours."

"A ghost doesn't need to eat or sleep. It only needs 3 to 5 square meters to live in a family. It can run 24 hours a day without stopping. A ghost can work 168 hours a week. A small one."

Bai Liu stood up slowly: "This is equivalent to 996 workers for 3.4 people and a week's worth of work."

"From the point of view of the productivity unit, it is far less cost-effective to let people work than to let ghosts work. If the speculation is a bit extreme-"

Bai Liu turned her head and looked at Mu Sicheng calmly: "——Sunshine City has a large number of immigrant population, which stimulates population growth. At the same time, it doesn't care about the death rate at all, and the crazy rise in housing prices and prices, regardless of any collective events , such as famine, plague, and collective suicide, they don’t even consider whether people can survive here, and even encourage suicide and euthanasia invisibly, and use the survival of the fittest as an excuse to weed out a large number of poor people at the bottom. Is this true? To a certain extent, it is to turn people into ghosts, and convert one person into 3.4 production units?"

"In other words, maybe the real estate developers don't need the living people at all, but the dead people, which are cheaper and easier to use ghosts. ‌ labor force.”

Mu Sicheng was terrified by Bai Liu: "So these people have to work after becoming ghosts? Even if they die, they can't live in peace?"

"No." This idea is a bit too scary, Mu Sicheng gestured his hands, trying to refute with a stern face, "This is too tragic, I'm dead and turned into a ghost, why should I?" Do you want to work for them?! These people, why don’t they run away?”

Bai Liu patted the ashes on his sleeves, and walked in front of Mu Sicheng at a leisurely pace: "Have you read "A Chinese Ghost Story"?"

Mu Sicheng didn't expect that the question would jump to this point suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, but still answered honestly: "Yes."

Bai Liu hummed lightly, and retorted: "You think Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost, who has to go out to work hard every week, cheat two men to feed her grandma, and finally forced an illegal woman to ghost □□Yi was sold to the old demon of Montenegro, why didn't she run away?"

"Do you think she likes working for grandma?" Bai Liu asked calmly.

Mu Sicheng: "..."

He really asked such a stupid question. If he didn't run away, of course he was trapped for some reason and couldn't run away!

Mu Sicheng frowned and pursued: "Is the reason why these people are trapped related to the tomb?"

Bai Liu nodded: "So I agree with Liu Jiayi's point of view, these tombs are probably not built for the living, but for the dead."

"Buy?" Mu Sicheng became more and more puzzled, "Is this developer paying wages to ghosts?"

Bai Liu squinted at Mu Sicheng: "If you don't get paid to let you work, will you do it?"

Mu Sicheng: "...don't fight."

"No, I always feel something is weird," Mu Sicheng rubbed his chin and fell into a deep hole, "If I were a ghost, I would be trapped in Sunshine City and couldn't escape, ‌‌ Even if someone pays me a salary, I will not work part-time no matter what.”

Mu Sicheng glanced at the graveyard in the cemetery with a little distaste: "...not to mention working hard to buy this eight-story hell-like cemetery."

"I don't need to eat or sleep. I don't need a house or money. Even if the real estate company finds some way to trap me here, I've been working all my life. I beat myself into a ghost, in this situation..." Mu Sicheng clenched his fists forcefully, "It's impossible to work part-time! It's impossible to work part-time in the next life!"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng appreciatively: "Nie Xiaoqian should have thought the same way as you back then, very brave."

Mu Xiaoqian: "..."

Mu Xiaoqian was enraged twice in succession, and she bravely clenched her fist at Bai Liu, who was exploiting him like a dryad grandmother, and was furious: "Damn! I'm dead! What can they do to me! It's impossible for me to Go out and seduce men to feed them!"

"Of course not." Bai Liu looked at the gate of the cemetery, squinted his eyes, and said, "Under what circumstances, a person is willing to work like crazy after death, just to buy the cemetery. And then huddled in the cemetery that is only 2 square meters wide?"

Liu Jiayi said abruptly: "Isn't it the same as the living people, these dead people also have to pay land fees. So they try to find a way to hide in an apartment or a cemetery?"

"If you don't pay the land fee, you can't do anything to me, right?" Mu Sicheng hugged his chest and shook his legs as a bachelor, "I'm dead!"

Bai Liu turned his head slowly, smiled and said, "That's not necessarily the case, the living are just beaten to death if they don't pay the land fee, and the dead ghosts can't be tortured because they can't die again." Instead, it went up a lot.”

"Anyway, no matter how hard you torture, you can't die anymore, can you?"

Mu Ke beside him calmly added: "Nie Xiaoqian also doesn't want to work for grandma, right? Grandma is a tree demon who can torture ghosts, and can also insert her own tree roots into the neck and body of little monsters. , shake the tree roots under their bodies to suck their blood, tortured them so much that they had to work for grandma, and went out to seduce men to dig out their hearts."

"If you want ghosts to work for you, there is always a way." Mu Ke smiled politely at Mu Sicheng, "Are you right, Mu Shen?"

Mu Xiaoqian: "..."

Thank you, the sense of substitution is very strong, and I already feel that I am seducing a man.