Night's Nomenclature Chapter 558

Published at 19th of July 2023 12:40:21 PM

With a slap, all the lights in the house were on. Zhang Qinghuan was in the living room of a dilapidated apartment building, with thick curtains on the windows.

While his brothers were still lying in a coma not far away, none of them died.

Zhang Qinghuan opened her mouth slowly and looked opposite her.

Sitting opposite him is Luo Wanya.

"Well, I've interrogated your little brother. You really didn't say anything about Qingchen's supervision. At least you're strict with your mouth," Luo Wanya said with a smile. "What I'm most afraid of is meeting a waste with no advantages. I have to work for parents through the shell of this society."

Zhang Qinghuan was a little confused. He clearly heard the sound of cutting his throat, the sound of the knife stabbing into his body and the sound of venting. Why didn't one of his brothers die.

At this time, a silver family member not far away moved his mouth and simulated the previous sounds.

Zhang Qinghuan was surprised that there are still people here who are good at oral skills, art!

Luo Wanya asked, "your art club... It's really wonderful that the club has such a name. I've seen black dog club, protein bar free club and foundation club every day, but it's the first time for you to tell the truth. There's a trace of informality in the seriousness, just like the Art Troupe."

"It sounds good," Zhang Qinghuan said weakly.

Luo Wanya thought for a moment and said, "next, you have to cooperate with us. We have to act as members of your club and do some things. By the way, what do you guys usually do?"

Zhang Qinghuan was stunned for a long time: "brother, we are usually in prison."

Luo Wanya: "

Zhang Qinghuan responded: "we usually smuggle some mechanical limbs and occasionally go to the nursing home to be a thug."

"It's interesting," Luo Wanya indicated to his family to untie Zhang Qinghuan and others. "I was ordered to do something in city 22. Just now that's a necessary process. These days, be cautious and be responsible for your brothers. I hope your brothers don't care and will be a family in the future."

"OK... OK," Zhang Qinghuan got up slowly.

He was a little confused. What did the Qingchen inspector send so many gene soldiers to do?

Wipe out all the clubs in city 22?

……

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Area 9, pigeon cage building.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

There was a rough slap on the door outside the door, and the broken apartment door creaked.

There are several pierced bullet holes on the door of the apartment. Someone outside the door is sticking a mechanical eye on the bullet hole and looking inside like a cat's eye. It is not taboo that the owner of the house is inside.

Qingchen asked calmly, "who?"

"Blackwater society collects protection fees!" Cried a young voice.

Heishui society, Qingchen has an impression of this organization. It should be the group of people he knocked over with an automatic rifle on the steam train.

The other party makes a living by smuggling, abducting and trafficking in women and children and trafficking in human organs.

Qingchen calmly walks to open the door. As soon as the door is opened, a cold pistol extends into his jaw.

Three young people outside the door crowded in, and one of them said with a smile, "newcomer, where are you from? Are you ready for the protection fee?"

Qingchen slowly retreated: "in the Sixth District, the investment blockchain went bankrupt."

"No wonder you haven't lost any parts. It seems that you've had a good life in the past," the young man joked. "How much money do you owe? Do you want me to find a way to make money? Otherwise you can't even pay the protection fee."

"Why should I pay the protection fee?" Qingchen asked.

"Because the whole building is under the management of our Blackwater club. Everyone lives here and has to pay 2000 yuan a month," the young man said. "If you pay, you won't die. If you don't have money, I'll find a way for you to make money."

Qingchen said strangely: "what way? I don't sell organs."

"You can make money without selling organs," the young man said with a smile. "Have you heard of the cross game?"

Qingchen shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

"This is run by the big people in city 22. It is specially used to help the poor in the lower three districts get rid of poverty. As long as the game wins, you can get a lot of money," the young man said.

"What do I need to do?" Qingchen asked.

"You need to be prey, and then big people will come after you." The young man explained, "within 168 hours, you just need to do everything you can to survive in this city. You can't go out of the city or fight back to kill people. As long as you last for 168 hours, you can take 10 million!"

In the Federation, 10 million is enough for a poor person to complete the class transition. At least he can go to District 5 and District 6 to buy a small house. As long as his life is not extravagant, he will have no problem living his whole life.

The young man asked, "how about paying protection fees or being prey, or there are other ways to make money. Those methods are simpler."

Qingchen said calmly, "I'll pay the protection fee."

Then he took out two thousand yuan from his wallet.

The young man's eyes lit up because he saw hundreds of things in Qingchen's wallet.

However, these young people did not continue to pester, but took the money and patted it in their hands: "it's an interesting man, brothers, withdraw first!"

Then they turned and went out.

Qingchen thought, these people just left?

When the young man left, his eyes told Qingchen that these people will come back, but they can't do it now.

It seems that there are certain rules in the bottom world. Societies can't do it to those who have paid protection fees in the open.

Otherwise, it will be very difficult to collect protection fees in the future.

At least not on the surface.

Qingchen looked at the cramped room, ten square meters, one room and one bathroom. There was almost nothing else except a dirty bed.

The water supply pipe in the pigeon building is still good. The water has long been broken, so the toilet can't be used.

The landlord simply blocked the toilet.

At this time, Qingchen sent a message to Yangyang: "as agreed, I'm coming to the next three areas."

Yangyang: "now you know why we want to change the world."

Qingchen: "I see."

Yangyang: "according to the agreement, although it's very bitter there, we must live enough for a month."

This is the exchange condition between Yangyang and Qingchen. She goes to Osaka to take xiaozhenji to see her mother, and then takes xiaozhenji back to Los Angeles. This is what Yangyang needs to do.

What Qingchen needs to do is to experience in the lower three districts for a month.

In fact, in this exchange, Yangyang has no practical benefits. She just wants Qingchen to understand what the world is like.

Qingchen put down the phone and shook his head. In fact, when he entered the lower third district, he understood everything.

He didn't dislike it at all. Instead, he breathed the pain of everyone here and thought about his own direction.

Thinking, a small head came in from the door. Qingchen looked at it. The moment the other party looked at him, he immediately withdrew his head in shock.

It was the little boy who had stolen Qingchen's mobile phone before. The mechanical eyes on his eyes looked particularly abrupt.

"Come in and ask you some questions. I can give you money," Qingchen said.

The thin little boy like a match timidly came in: "what do you want to ask? A question is a dollar, not 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. He was silent for two seconds and asked, "where are your parents?"

Zhang Mengqian leaned against the wall with indifference in his voice: "I have no parents."

"I paid," Qingchen said.

Zhang Mengqian hesitated: "this problem requires two yuan. I ran away from home in the seventh district. They booked a buyer and took off my kidney when I turned 14."

Qingchen only feels his breath stagnant.

Originally, this is the inner world.

Master Li Shutong adopted so many orphans. It's not whether he wants to fight in a group, but that some children really can't live if he doesn't adopt them.

Qingchen asked, "what are you doing here?"

"I think you are different from the people here. Just to remind you that you will die if you honestly pay the protection fee. You have to know what resistance is so that they can't move you casually," said Zhang Mengqian. "Why don't you understand what I know as a child? This is a reward. You caught me but didn't beat me."

Qingchen asked, "what will those Blackwater club do to me?"

"Although they are gone now, they will still touch your house at four or five in the morning, anesthetize you first, and then remove one of your kidneys," Zhang Mengqian said.

"I see," Qingchen nodded.

"Why aren't you afraid at all," Zhang Mengqian asked.

"I'm afraid, very afraid," Qingchen got up and walked out the door.

"You haven't given the money yet," Zhang Mengqian said after him: "Also, let me send you a message. They must have tricked you into participating in the cross game. In fact, all the participants will die. Those rich people will hunt their prey with the most advanced weapons. Even if the prey survives 168 hours, they will die, because they don't want the media to know that the game exists. In addition, the reward is actually given to intermediaries such as Blackwater society, They don't really intend to pay 10 million for a mole ant. "

The child, with an unexpected precocity, is also right when talking about things in the next three districts.

Qingchen took out a 100 yuan bill from his wallet and handed it to Zhang Mengqian. The other party stuffed it directly into his crotch to make sure he wouldn't show anything strange when walking.

Up to now, banknotes are still used in the slums of the world with such developed technology and network, just 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 sitting quietly with brain computer interface, making painful sounds from time to time.

"What are these people doing?" Qingchen asked.

Zhang Mengqian took a look and replied as if nothing had happened: "they are employed by businessmen, use brain computers to connect their brains, and then use the computing power of their brains to mine in the blockchain. Businessmen rent their equipment and pay their wages. This method of making money is quite simple, that is, they die fast."

"These people look very young, but many of their brains are overwhelmed. They usually die before they are 30."

Qingchen calmly looks at this scene. This is the world after the weak are no longer protected by the law. The oppression from capital does not lock you in a cage, but lets you get in and be a pig willingly.

He turned and walked out of the pigeon cage along the stairs. The little boy asked behind him, "where are you going?"

"Go to work."

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