With a snap, all the lights in the house turned on, and Zhang Qinghuan was in the living room of a dilapidated apartment building, with thick curtains drawn on the windows.
As for his brothers, they were still lying unconscious not far away, none of them dead.
Zhang Qinghuan slowly opened his mouth and looked opposite him.
Sitting opposite him was Luo Wanya.
"Well, I've interrogated your little brother. It's true that you didn't tell anything about Inspector Qingchen. At least you're quite strict with your words," Luo Wanya said with a smile, "What I'm most afraid of is meeting a loser.
There are no advantages at all. I just have to use the shell of this club to do things for parents."
Zhang Qinghuan's mind was a little confused. He had clearly heard the sound of throat cutting, the sound of a knife piercing the body, and the sound of gasping. How come none of the brothers died?
At this time, a silver family member not far away moved his mouth slightly and simulated the previous sounds again.
Zhang Qinghuan was surprised that there were actually people here who were good at ventriloquism, an art!
Luo Wanya asked: "Your art club...it's really weird to have such a name for a club. I've seen black dog clubs, protein bar free clubs, and gay clubs every day, but to be honest, this is the first time I've seen a club like yours.
There is a hint of informality in the seriousness, and they act like a cultural troupe."
"It sounds pretty good," Zhang Qinghuan said weakly.
Luo Wanya thought for a while and said: "Next, you have to cooperate with us. We will pretend to be members of your club to do some things. By the way, what do you guys in the club usually do."
Zhang Qinghuan was stunned for a long time: "Brother, we are usually in jail."
Luo Wanya: "?"
Zhang Qinghuan reacted: "We usually smuggle some mechanical limbs, and occasionally work as thugs in nursing homes."
"It's interesting." Luo Wanya motioned to his family to untie Zhang Qinghuan and others: "I was ordered to come to City No. 22 to do something. Just now it was considered a necessary process. These days, being cautious is responsible for the brothers. I hope brothers
If you don't care, we will all be a family from now on."
"Okay... okay," Zhang Qinghuan stood up slowly.
He was a little confused. What did Inspector Qingchen want to do when he sent so many genetic warriors here?
Destroy all the clubs in City 22?
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District 9, Pigeon Cage Building.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a rough knock on the door, and the broken apartment door creaked.
There are still several bullet holes in the door of this apartment. Someone outside the door is using a mechanical eye to stick to the bullet holes and looking inside like a cat's eye. There is no doubt that the owner of the house is inside.
Qingchen asked calmly: "Who?"
"The Blackwater Society collects protection money!" a young voice yelled.
The Blackwater Society, Qingchen has an impression of this organization, it should be the group of people he knocked down with an automatic rifle on the steam train.
The other party makes a living by smuggling, abducting women and children, and selling human organs.
Qingchen calmly walked to open the door. As soon as the door opened, a cold pistol was stretched out and pressed against his chin.
Three young people outside the door squeezed in. One of them said with a smile: "Newcomer, where are you from? Are you ready for the protection money?"
Qingchen slowly backed away: "District 6, the investment in blockchain went bankrupt."
"No wonder not a single part of the body is missing. It seems that life was pretty good before," the young man joked: "How much money do you owe, do you want me to find a way to make money? Otherwise you won't even be able to pay the protection fee.
rise."
"Why do I have to pay protection fees?" Qingchen asked.
"Because this whole building is under the management of our Blackwater Society, everyone who lives here has to pay two thousand yuan every month," the young man said, "If you pay, you won't die. If
If you don’t have money, I will find a way for you to make money.”
Qingchen asked curiously: "What kind of way? I don't sell my organs."
"You can have the opportunity to make money without selling your organs," the young man said with a smile, "Have you ever heard of the cross game?"
Qingchen shook his head: "I've never heard of it."
"This is run by the big shots in No. 22 City, specifically to help the poor in our lower third district get rid of poverty. As long as you win the game, you can get a lot of money," the young man said.
"Then what do I need to do?" Qingchen asked.
"You need to become prey, and then there will be big shots chasing you." The young man explained: "Within 168 hours, you just need to do everything you can to survive in this city. You can't leave the city, and you can't fight back and kill.
As long as you hold on for 168 hours, you can take away 10 million!"
In the Federation, 10 million is enough for a poor person to complete the class jump. At least he can buy a small house in the fifth or sixth district. As long as his life is not luxurious, he will have no problem living his whole life.
The young man asked: "What about paying protection fees or becoming prey? Or are there other ways to make money, which ones are easier?"
Qingchen said calmly: "I will pay the protection fee."
As he spoke, he took out two thousand dollars from his wallet.
The young man's eyes lit up because he saw that Qingchen still had hundreds of dollars in his wallet.
However, these young people did not continue to pester. They just took the money and patted it in their hands: "You are a wise man. Brothers, please withdraw first!"
After saying that, they turned around and went out.
Qingchen thought, these people just left like that?
The look in the young man's eyes before leaving told Qingchen that these people would definitely come back, but they couldn't do anything now.
It seems that there are certain rules in this lower world, and associations cannot openly attack those who have paid protection fees.
Otherwise, it will be very difficult to collect protection fees in the future.
At least not on the surface.
Qingchen took a look at the cramped room, which was ten square meters, with one bedroom and one bathroom. Apart from a dirty bed, there was almost nothing else.
The water pipes in Pigeon House are still in good condition, but the sewer pipes have long been broken, so the toilet cannot be used.
The landlord simply blocked the toilet.
At this time, Qingchen sent a message to Yangyang: "As agreed, I am coming to the Lower Third District."
Yangyang: “Now you know why we want to change the world.”
Qingchen: "I understand."
Yangyang: "According to the agreement, although it is very difficult there, we must live there for one month."
This is the exchange condition between Yangyang and Qingchen. She goes to Osaka to take little Zhenji to meet her mother, and then brings little Zhenji back to Luo City. This is what Yangyang needs to do.
What Qingchen needs to do is to experience the Lower Third District for a month.
In fact, Yangyang had no actual benefits in this exchange. She just wanted Qingchen to understand what the other world was like.
Qingchen put down the phone and shook his head. In fact, the moment he walked into the Lower Third District, he understood everything.
He didn't dislike this place at all, but instead breathed in the pain of everyone here every minute and thought about his own direction.
While he was thinking, a little head poked his head in from outside the door. Qingchen looked at him. The moment the other person looked at him, he immediately retracted his head in shock.
It was the little boy who had stolen Qingchen's cell phone before, and the mechanical eyes on his eyes looked particularly abrupt.
"Come in, ask you a few questions, and I can give you money," Qingchen said.
The little boy who was as thin as a match walked in timidly: "What do you want to ask? One dollar per question, no less."
"What's your name and how old are you?" Qingchen asked.
"Zhang Mengqian, 13 years old, these are two questions, I have to charge you two yuan!" said the little boy.
Qingchen frowned and looked at the little boy, and after two seconds of silence he asked, "Where are your parents?"
Zhang Mengqian leaned against the wall, his voice filled with indifference: "I have no parents."
"I paid for it," Qingchen said.
Zhang Mengqian hesitated for a moment: "There is a charge of two yuan for this question. I ran away from home in District Seven and escaped. They have booked a buyer. When I turn fourteen, they will remove my kidneys."
Qingchen felt his breathing hitched.
It turns out that this is the other world.
Master Li Shutong adopted so many orphans, not because he wanted to start a gang fight, but because if he didn't adopt them, some children really wouldn't survive.
Qingchen asked: "Why are you following me?"
"I think you are different from the people here. Let me remind you that if you pay the protection fee honestly, you will die. You have to understand what resistance is so that they don't dare to touch you casually," Zhang Mengqian said, "I'm just a child.
I know everything, but you don’t understand it? This is a reward for catching me but not beating me."
Qingchen asked: "What will those from the Blackwater Society do to me?"
"Although they are gone now, they will still wait until four or five o'clock in the morning to break into your house, give you anesthesia first, and then remove one of your kidneys," Zhang Mengqian said.
"I understand," Qingchen nodded.
"Why are you not afraid at all?" Zhang Mengqian asked.
"I'm scared, quite scared," Qingchen stood up and walked towards the door.
"You haven't given me the money yet," Zhang Mengqian chased after him and said, "Also, I have a message for you. They must have tricked you into participating in the cross game. In fact, all the participants will die, and those rich people will use the most powerful means to
Advanced weapons are used to hunt prey. Even if the prey is lucky enough to survive 168 hours, it will definitely die because they are unwilling to let the media and public opinion know that this game exists. In addition, the rewards are actually given to intermediaries such as the Blackwater Society, and they do not really have any
I plan to pay 10 million to an ant."
This kid has an unexpected precocity, and when he talks about things in the third district, he is very clear-cut.
Qingchen took out a 100-yuan note from his wallet and handed it to Zhang Mengqian, who stuffed it directly into his crotch to make sure it wouldn't look strange when he walked.
Today, in a world where technology and the Internet are so developed, slums still use banknotes, simply because it is still the safest way to avoid taxes and launder money under the supervision of big data.
At this time, Qingchen walked through a door and saw five people inside with brain-computer interfaces, sitting quietly and making painful sounds from time to time.
"What are these people doing?" Qingchen asked.
Zhang Mengqian glanced at it and replied nonchalantly: "They are hired by businessmen to connect brains with computers, and then use the brain's computing power to mine in the blockchain. The businessmen rent them equipment and pay them wages. This way they make money.
The method is quite simple, just die quickly."
"These people look very young, but many of their brains are overwhelmed, and they usually die before the age of thirty."
Qingchen watched this scene calmly. This is the world after the weak are no longer protected by the law. The oppression from capital does not put you in a cage, but allows you to get in by yourself and then become a pig willingly.
He turned around and walked out of the pigeon cage along the stairs. The little boy asked behind him: "Where are you going?"
