Nomenclature of Night

   Chapter 558 Little Boy

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

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

   Zhang Qinghuan opened his mouth slowly and looked across from him.

   Sitting across from him is Luo Wanya.

"Well, I have interrogated your younger brother, you really didn't say anything about Qingchen's inspector, at least your mouth is still strict," Luo Wanya smiled: "What I'm most afraid of is meeting a trash, There are no advantages. In the end, we have to use the shell of this society to do things for the parents."

   Zhang Qinghuan was a little confused. He had clearly heard the sound of cutting his throat, the sound of a knife piercing his body, and the sound of gasping. Why didn't any of his brothers die.

   At this time, a silver family member not far away moved his mouth slightly, and then simulated the previous voices again. . .

   Zhang Qinghuan was surprised, there are people here who are good at ventriloquism, art!

Luo Wanya asked, "Your art clubs... clubs with such a name are really weird. I have seen the Black Dog Club, the Protein Bar Free Club, and the Tiantianjie Club, but to be honest, it's the first time I've seen a club like yours. Seriously. There is a trace of indifference in it, just like the art troupe."

   "It sounds good," Zhang Qinghuan said weakly.

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

   Zhang Qinghuan was stunned for a while: "Brother, we are usually in prison."

  Luo Wanya: "?"

   Zhang Qinghuan reacted: "We usually smuggle some mechanical limbs, and occasionally go to nursing homes to be thugs."

"It's kind of interesting," Luo Wanya motioned for his family to loosen Zhang Qinghuan and the others: "I was ordered to come to City 22 to do something, which was a necessary process just now. These days, be cautious and be responsible to your brothers. I hope brothers If you don't care, it will be a family in the future."

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

   He was a little dazed. What did the inspector Qingchen send over so many genetic warriors?

  Dangping all the clubs in City No. 22?

  …

  …

   District 9, Pigeon Cage Building.

   "Dong Dong Dong!"

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

   There are several bullet holes pierced through the door of this apartment. Someone outside the door is sticking to the bullet holes with a mechanical eye, looking inside like a cat's eye, not shy at all that the owner of the house is inside.

  Qingchen asked calmly, "Who?"

   "The Blackwater Society collects protection fees!" a young voice shouted.

   Blackwater 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 women and children, and selling human organs.

  Qingchen calmly went to open the door. Just as the door opened, a cold pistol came in and pressed against his chin.

  Three young men outside the door squeezed in, and one of them said with a smile: "New here, where are you from? Are you ready for the protection fee?"

  Qingchen slowly stepped back: "The sixth district, the investment blockchain is bankrupt."

"It's no wonder that there are not a few parts on the body, it seems that the past life was not bad," the young man joked: "How much money is owed, do you want me to find a way to make money? Otherwise, you can't even pay the protection fee. rise."

   "Why do I have to pay the protection fee?" Qing Chen asked.

"Because this whole building is under the control of our Blackwater Society, everyone living here has to pay two thousand yuan every month," said the young man, "You will not die if you pay it. If you have no money, I will find a way for you to make money."

  Qingchen asked curiously, "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 figures in No. 22 city, and it is specially used to help the poor people in the lower three districts get rid of poverty. As long as the game is won, they can get a lot of money," said the young man.

   "Then what do I need to do?" Qingchen asked.

"You need to be the prey, and then big men will come after you." The young man explained: "In 168 hours, you just need to do everything you can to survive in this city, not to leave the city, not to fight back to kill, After 168 hours, you can take away 10 million!"

   In the Federation, 10 million is enough for a poor person to complete the class transition. At least he can go to the fifth and sixth districts to buy a small house. As long as he does not live a luxurious life, he will have no problem living his whole life.

  The young man asked: "How about, pay the protection fee or go to be the prey, or there are other ways to make money, those methods are easier."

   Qingchen said calmly, "I will pay the protection fee."

   said, he took out two thousand dollars from his wallet.

   The young man's eyes lit up, because he saw that there were hundreds more in Qingchen's wallet.

   However, these young people did not continue to entangle, just took the money and patted it in their hands: "It's a wise man, brothers first withdraw!"

After   , they turned around and went out.

  Qingchen thought, these people just left?

   The eyes of the young man before leaving told Qingchen that these people will definitely come back, but they can't do it now.

   It seems that there are certain rules in this lower-level world, and the society cannot openly act against those who have paid the protection fee.

   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 bedroom and one bathroom, except for a dirty bed, there was almost nothing else.

   The water supply pipes in Pigeon Building are still good, but the water supply pipes have long been broken, so the toilets cannot be used.

  The landlord simply blocked the toilet.

   At this time, Qingchen sent a message to Yangyang: "According to the agreement, I am coming to the next three districts."

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

  Qingchen: "Got it."

  Yangyang: "According to the agreement, although it is very hard there, we must live for a month."

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

   And what Qingchen needs to do is to experience the lower three districts for a month.

   Actually, there is no practical benefit to Yangyang in this exchange, she just wants Qingchen to understand what the inner world is like.

   Qingchen put down the phone and shook his head. In fact, the moment he walked into the lower three districts, he understood everything.

   He didn't dislike this place at all, instead he breathed the pain of everyone here, every second, thinking about his own direction.

   While thinking about it, a small head came in from outside the door, Qingchen looked at it, and the moment the other party looked at him, he immediately retracted his head in shock.

   It was the little boy who stole Qingchen's mobile phone before, and the mechanical eyes on his eyes looked particularly abrupt.

   "Come in, ask you a few questions, and give you money," Qingchen said.

   The little boy who was as thin as a match walked in timidly: "What do you want to ask? A question costs one dollar, and it can't be less."

   "What's your name and how old are you?" Qingchen asked.

   "Zhang Mengqian, 13 years old, these are two problems, I have to charge you two dollars!" said the little boy.

  Qingchen frowned at the little boy and asked after two seconds of silence, "Where are your parents?"

   Zhang Mengqian leaned against the wall, his voice showing indifference: "I don't have parents."

   "I paid," Qingchen said.

   Zhang Mengqian hesitated for a moment: "I will charge two dollars for this question. I ran away from home in the seventh district. They have booked a buyer. When I turn fourteen, they will remove my kidney."

  Qingchen only felt that his breathing was stagnant.

  It turns out that this is the inner world.

  Master Li Shutong adopted so many orphans. It was not a question of whether he wanted to fight or not, but because he didn't adopt them, some children really couldn't survive.

  Qingchen asked: "What are you doing here?"

"I don't think you are the same as the people here. Let me remind you that you will die if you pay the protection fee honestly. You have to understand what resistance is, so that they don't dare to touch you casually," Zhang Mengqian said: "I am a child. What you know, why don't you understand? This is a reward for catching me but not beating me."

  Qingchen asked: "What would those of the Blackwater Society do to me?"

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

   "Understood," Qing Chen nodded.

   "Why are you not afraid at all," Zhang Mengqian asked.

   "I'm scared, quite scared," Qing Chen got up and walked towards the door.

"You haven't given the money yet," Zhang Mengqian said after chasing after him: "Also, here's a message for you. They must have tricked you into participating in the cross game. In fact, all participants will die, and those rich will use the most Advanced weapons are used to hunt the prey. Even if the prey survives 168 hours, it will definitely die, because they do not want to let the media and public opinion know that this game exists. In addition, the rewards are actually given to these intermediaries such as the Blackwater Society, they do not really I plan to pay 10 million to an ant."

   This little child, with an unexpectedly precocious puberty, is also very knowledgeable when it comes to things in the lower three districts.

  Qingchen took out a hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it to Zhang Mengqian, and the other party tucked it directly into his crotch, making sure that he would not show any strangeness when walking before he was relieved.

  To this day, paper money is still used in the slums of the world where technology and the Internet are so developed, just because it is still the safest way to avoid tax and launder money under the supervision of big data.

   At this time, Qingchen walked through a door and saw five people inside with a brain-computer interface, sitting quietly, making painful sounds from time to time.

   "What are these people doing?" Qing Chen asked.

Zhang Mengqian glanced at it and replied nonchalantly: "They are hired by businessmen, who use brain computers to connect their brains, and then use the computing power of their brains to mine in the blockchain. Businessmen rent them equipment and pay them wages. This kind of money makes money. The method is quite simple, just die fast."

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

  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 keep you in a cage, but allows you to get in and then willingly become a pig.

   He turned and walked down the stairs out of the pigeon cage, and the little boy asked behind him, "Where are you going?"

"Go to Work."

   (end of this chapter)