Outside the auction, these words lay on the uneven black wall, like molten gold.
City of God.
I don’t know who came up with this ironic name, turning the huge underground market into an ownerless city, because in this sinful abyss, God is dead, people trample their faith and replace it with another kind of alien worship.
"Not everyone can enter the auction." Liz felt that Tang Rou's idea was whimsical.
In his mind, he was a porter and a slave in the black market and auction houses, and so was Tang Rou.
In fact, her status is not as good as that of a porter. She is a commodity, a cargo.
Tang Rou was not in a hurry and did not explain.
There were mercenaries with guns all around, and there were electronic surveillance overhead, making it airtight.
Tang Rou strolled around with a harmless look and easily got rid of Liz, like a nimble fish that didn't get caught in the crowd.
In the bathroom, a young and beautiful girl is applying lipstick.
She is obviously a distinguished guest of this auction and has the right to enter. Her young and beautiful body is wrapped in an expensive dress, with sparkling jewelry, and every strand of hair is carefully tied behind her head with meticulous care.
At this time, a person came in.
Black hair, dark eyes, very white skin, red lips, a little dry, no lipstick.
Girls know how to appreciate the beauty of girls better, sometimes more than men. So, she couldn't help but take a second look.
Two eyes met in the mirror, and the black-haired woman smiled at her, which made her a little shy for no reason.
The other party opened his mouth and said in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry."
She was still wondering why that person wanted to apologize to her, when she felt a numbness on the back of her head, then her eyes went dark and she fainted.
When Tang Rou came out of the toilet again, she changed her clothes.
After taking off the T-shirt and uniform she had worn all year round, her black and long hair hung naturally on the back of her head, making her look like a lazy and expensive rose.
No one doesn't love roses like this.
She walked to the security checkpoint and took out the admission ticket from the crystal clutch. The waiter didn't even check it carefully and watched her enter with polite and respectful eyes.
The auction is in full swing.
Tang Rou was lying on the railing on the third floor, looking down.
The auctioneer was dressed sexyly, holding a gilt hammer, and was selling an injection at a high price.
The slogan on the background board of the high platform reads, please remain rational at all times.
The air smells like paper and gold.
The people under the auction stage were extremely lazy.
He raised his head and looked at the dark red liquid flowing in the wine glass reflecting the light, like an ancient nobleman sucking blood. Drinking was not to fill his stomach, but for entertainment.
Tang Rou stood there for about half an hour and saw something that subverted her concept.
Many involve gene editing, for example, of extinct land creatures.
The huge tiger was pressed up in an iron cage, revealing its long and curled teeth.
Wooly mammoths are a huge species that should not appear in this century.
In order to see these things clearly, she came down from upstairs, found an empty seat on the edge of the first floor, and sat down.
The air below is turbid.
Not far away, there was a long-legged beauty who looked very wealthy. The waiter carrying a tray came over, but she stopped her and gave her a glass of wine.
Stuffing gold coins into the waistband of the waiter's trousers, he pulled off his neck and kissed him.
Here, transactions do not use the common currency of the Commonwealth, but gold.
Currencies will lose value, but gold, as a scarce precious metal, will not to a large extent and can even preserve value and serve as a safe haven.
However, this is also because humans cannot yet imagine what a society would be like in which even gold loses its value.
Tang Rou didn't pay attention to the mud around her, but focused her gaze on the stage.
Because there, a cage was pushed up that was different from the previous ones.
Pushed up by several auctioneers, it is larger than the carrier used for previous auction items, more luxurious and refined, and full of mystery.
The cage was covered with thick dark blue velvet.
The auctioneer's passionate voice sounded on the stage, "Now is our most expensive lot in this transaction, the finale of the night! A beautiful humanoid creature with strong poison!"
"It's poisonous!"
The place suddenly became noisy.
"Humanoid? Cyborg?"
"Those perverts like to transform living people!"
Tang Rou had already seen the exhibits at this auction before, as well as those bizarre transformers.
A "Cat Man" was even auctioned just now, with cat ears sewn onto a human head and a tail grafted onto it, making it moveable, alive, bizarre and absurd.
The transformation technology has matured and been used in the black market, becoming a plaything for the rich.
"Now, let us show you this exquisite final lot!"
The auctioneer raised his hand, and the waiter took out a long pole and opened the dark blue curtain.
Tang Rou didn't see what was in the cage for the first time, but the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became quiet.
It was like a huge piece of ice had formed, freezing the noisy auction in an instant.
Breathing has become a blasphemy.
Tang Rou stood up naturally and approached the high platform on the pretext of serving wine.
She first saw a pair of hands sticking out from under the cage.
They were a pair of beautiful, over-the-top hands, with distinct joints, clear blue lines on the backs of the hands, and extremely white skin.
This kind of white makes people feel vaguely glowing, even a little transparent.
That hand grasped a silver-white cage, with a dark blue velvet shading cloth hanging next to it, which looked like exquisite mutton-fat jade crafts placed among the soft cushions of a window showcase.
This made Tang Rou couldn't help but wonder what a person with such beautiful hands would look like.
She held the wine glass and walked forward.
At this time, no one on the field noticed her, everyone's attention was on the high platform.
Tang Rou naturally walked around from the back row and saw the face of the grand finale auction item.
Then, I was deeply surprised.
It was a young boy who, at first glance, was all white, with long legs. He was curled up in a cage, hugging his knees and motionless, as quiet as a dummy.
Tang Rou understood at this moment why dark blue velvet was used as the curtain.
Auctions, a place that sucks blood and sucks blood, know how to bring out the most attractive features of products, and will use the most exquisite supports and inlay the most transparent gems.
The dark blue color makes the white color even more shocking, and even the hair is silver-white, pure and sacred.
Suddenly he raised his head, as if looking for something.
Except for one or two gasps, the quiet sound of a pindrop could be heard on the court.
Because everyone was amazed by his exquisite facial features.
Especially those eyes.
Empty, without any temperature, as cold blue as crushed ice, like the cold flame of alcohol burning.
Tang Rou was not obsessed with beauty, but she was visually shocked by him.
Just look at the other person's unfocused, empty eyes falling in this direction.
He is not human.
This thought flashed into Tang Rou's mind in a flash of lightning, and once it occurred, she couldn't suppress it.
But if he is not a human being, this complete human form must be a very high-level alien creature.
How could an advanced alien creature be captured by humans and auctioned off like a commodity in this place?