Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 558 Little Boy

   With a bang, all the lights in the room were 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 slowly opened his mouth wide and looked across from him.

   Sitting opposite him is Luo Wanya.

"Well, I've interrogated your little brother, and you really didn't tell anything about Qing Chen's inspection, at least your mouth is pretty strict," Luo Wanya said with a smile: "What I'm most afraid of is meeting a trash, There are no advantages. I have to use the shell of this club to do things for the parents."

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

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

  Zhang Qinghuan was surprised, there are still people who are good at ventriloquist, art!

Luo Wanya asked: "Your art club...it's really strange to have such a name for the club. I have seen the Black Dog Club, the Protein Bar Freedom Club, and the Tiantian Jiji Club, but to be honest, it's the first time I've seen a club like yours. There's a hint of dishonesty in it, just like a cultural 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 who are in the club usually do."

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

  Luo Wanya: "?"

  Zhang Qinghuan came to his senses: "We usually smuggle some mechanical limbs, and occasionally work as thugs in nursing homes."

"It's interesting," Luo Wanya signaled his family to untie Zhang Qinghuan and others: "I was ordered to come to City 22 to do something, and that was a necessary process just now. These days, being cautious is to be responsible to the brothers. I hope the brothers If you don't care, it will be a family in the future."

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

  He was a little dazed, what was that inspector Qingchen sending so many genetic soldiers over for?

  Are there any clubs in Dangping 22 City?

  …

  …

  Ninth District, Pigeon Cage Building.

   "Boom boom boom!"

  There was a violent knock on the door, and the broken apartment door creaked.

  There are still a few bullet holes on the door of this apartment. Someone outside the door is sticking a mechanical eye on the bullet hole, looking inside like a cat's eye. There is no doubt that the owner of the house is inside.

  Qing Chen calmly asked, "Who?"

   "The Blackwater Association collects protection fees!" A young voice shouted.

  Blackwater Society, Qing Chen 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.

  Qing Chen calmly walked to open the door, just as the door opened, a cold pistol came in from outside and pressed against his chin.

  Three young men squeezed in from outside the door, and one of them smiled and said, "New here, where are you from? Have you prepared the protection fee?"

  Qing Chen slowly stepped back: "The sixth district, investing in the blockchain has gone bankrupt."

"No wonder there are no missing parts on your body. It seems that you lived a good life before." The young man joked, "How much money is owed? 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 should I pay protection fees?" Qing Chen asked.

"Because this entire building is under the management of our Blackwater Association, and everyone who lives here has to pay 2,000 yuan a month," the young man said, "If you pay, you won't die. If If you have no money, I will find a way for you to make money."

  Qing Chen asked curiously, "What channel? I don't sell organs."

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

  Qing Chen shook his head: "I've never heard of it."

   "This is run by the big shots of City No. 22. It is specially used to help the poor in our lower three districts 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?" Qing Chen asked.

"You need to become a prey, and then there will be big men chasing you." The young man explained: "In 168 hours, you just need to do everything possible to survive in this city, not to go out of the city, not to fight back and kill people, As long as you last until 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 the life is not luxurious, it is no problem to live a lifetime.

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

  Qing Chen 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 several hundred in his wallet.

  However, these young people did not continue to entangle, but just took the money and patted it in their hands: "He is a sensible person, brothers, get out first!"

   After speaking, they turned and went out.

  Qing Chen thought, did these people just leave?

  The young man's eyes before leaving told Qing Chen that these people would definitely come back again, but they couldn't do anything now.

   It seems that there are certain rules in this bottom 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 on the surface, you can't do this.

  Qing Chen took a little look at the cramped room, ten square meters, one bedroom and one bathroom, except for a dirty bed, there was almost nothing else.

  The water pipes in the Pigeon Building are still good, but the water pipes have broken down long ago, so the toilets are unusable.

  The landlord simply blocked all the toilets.

  At this time, Qing Chen sent a message to Yang Yang: "According to the agreement, I have come to the third district."

  Yangyang: "Now do you know why we want to change the world?"

  Qing Chen: "Understood."

  Yangyang: "According to the agreement, although it is very bitter there, we must stay for one month."

   This is the exchange condition between Yangyang and Qingchen. She went to Osaka to take Xiao Maki to see her mother, and then brought Xiao Maki back to Los Angeles. This is what Yangyang needs to do.

  And what Qing Chen needs to do is experience in the lower third district for a month.

  Actually, Yangyang has no real benefits in this exchange, she just wants Qing Chen to understand what the other world is like.

  Qing Chen put down the phone and shook his head. In fact, the moment he walked into the lower third district, he understood everything.

  He doesn't dislike this place at all, instead, he breathes the pain of everyone here, every minute and every second, and thinks about his own direction.

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

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

   "Come in, I'll ask you a few questions, and I can give you money," Qing Chen said.

  The little boy who was as skinny as a match came in timidly: "What do you want to ask? One yuan per question, no less."

   "What's your name, how old are you?" Qing Chen asked.

   "Zhang Mengqian, 13 years old, these are two questions, and I will charge you two dollars!" said the little boy.

  Qing Chen looked at the little boy with a frown, and asked after a two-second silence, "Where are your parents?"

  Zhang Mengqian leaned against the wall, her voice was indifferent: "I don't have parents."

   "I paid for it," Qing Chen said.

  Zhang Mengqian hesitated for a while: "This question requires two yuan. I ran away from home in the seventh district and escaped. They have already booked a buyer. When I turn fourteen, my kidney will be harvested."

  Qing Chen 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 that some children really couldn’t survive if he didn’t adopt them.

  Qing Chen asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I think you are different from 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 will not dare to touch you casually," Zhang Mengqian said: "I am a child Why don’t you understand everything you know? This is your reward for catching me but not beating me up.”

  Qing Chen asked, "What will those members of the Blackwater Society do to me?"

  “Although they are gone now, they will still enter your room at four or five in the morning, anesthetize you first, 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, very scared," Qing Chen got up and walked out the door.

"You haven't given 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 Advanced weapons are used to hunt prey, even if the prey survives 168 hours by chance, they will surely 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 intermediaries such as the Blackwater Society, and they have no real I plan to pay 10 million to an ant."

  This little kid is surprisingly precocious, and when he talks about the things in the lower three districts, he is also articulate.

  Qing Chen took out a one-hundred-yuan note from his wallet and handed it to Zhang Mengqian, who stuffed it directly into his crotch, making sure that he would not show any abnormalities when walking before he was relieved.

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

   At this time, Qing Chen walked through a door, and saw five people inside with brain-computer interfaces, 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, connect their brains with brains, and then use the computing power of their brains to mine in the blockchain. Businessmen rent their equipment and pay them wages. This kind of money-making 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 they are thirty."

  Qing Chen looked at this scene calmly. 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 allows you to get into it yourself, and then willingly become a pig.

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

"Go to Work."

  (end of this chapter)