Bai Liu pushed open the door of the dilapidated security room and walked into the cemetery.
The cemetery is an ordinary cemetery scene. There are rows of marble tombstones. There is a pedestal about 1*2 meters wide in front. The pedestal is written with the person's birth date, date of death, and cause of death.
Mu Ke scanned these pedestals left and right, his gaze straight, as if collecting information on these pedestals for a comprehensive analysis, he raised his head and looked at Bai Liu: "More than 80% of the people here died before the age of 60. The average life expectancy is only about 52 years old, and the cause of death is usually various organ diseases and work-related injuries caused by the perceived harsh environment."
"Not only that." Liu Jiayi stopped in front of a tombstone, "The later the date of birth, the earlier the date of death."
She calmly said: "Their average life expectancy is still shortening, and the number of sudden deaths among the causes of death is increasing."
Mu Ke followed Liu Jiayi’s sight and looked at it. It was a woman who died suddenly in front of a computer chair at the age of 32: “From the tombstone data here, the average age of death of women in Sunshine City has dropped to about 30 in recent days. Men have dropped to around 35 years old."
"It happens to be the men and women who have just passed the optimal childbearing age." Mu Ke looked at Bai Liu.
Bai Liu looked forward lightly: "As soon as I am unable to have children, I die suddenly. The real estate developers in Sunshine City are obviously adjusting the average life expectancy of everyone, adjusting to a person who can just work hard for a lifetime, and productivity will decline after giving birth. age."
"This can squeeze everyone's value to the maximum."
Mu Sicheng looked around, looked down for the vegetation, raised his head and frowned to look at Bai Liu: "Here are all normal tombstones. I didn't see the entrance to the 18th-story cemetery building, and I didn't see the floor number."
Tang Erda looked down at the real estate in his hand: "The number is Unit 0812."
Bai Liu's footsteps stopped, he raised his eyes to look at the tombstone: "The twelfth in the eighth row, this should be the one."
Tang Erda stared at the place where Bai Liu stopped.
There was only one tombstone, and the surrounding area was bare, without any other buildings. If Bai Liu said that this was the cemetery building, there was only one possibility.
"Open the pedestal." Bai Liu said calmly, "The entrance is in the tomb."
Mu Sicheng asked in astonishment: "In the tomb? That is our floor is already the first floor of the cemetery?"
"But if the first floor is the entrance, you have to open it to enter..." Mu Sicheng looked at the young man who died at the age of 26 on the tombstone, "Then where are the tombs of these people?"
Tang Erda also frowned, "These people died too early, and they don't look like rich people who can afford the first tomb."
Bai Liu calmly looked at the photo of the young man on the tombstone: "This is not the first floor."
"According to the normal building structure, the tomb here should be called a basement or garage, which is the cheapest location in the entire building."
"So the people buried here should be the low-level citizens of Sunshine City who can't even afford the 18-story cemetery building."
The thick pedestal corpse stood up under the hands of Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng. When the pedestal turned over to see the situation inside, Mu Sicheng couldn't hold back and took the lead in inhaling a cold breath. , Even Mu Ke and Tang Er Da changed their faces.
After lifting the pedestal, there is a dark staircase narrow enough to allow only one person to pass. This is not a shocking scene. What is shocking is that there is a transparent plastic coffin on the raised pedestal. , There was a living person curled up in the coffin!
This young boy who seemed to be only a teenager hugged his shoulders, shrank into a coffin two-thirds the size of his body in a posture as if he was in the womb, hugged his body tightly, breathed slightly, and breathed the mist. A ring of mist appeared on the side of the coffin, his expression tense and painful, as if he was about to die from suffocation.
Tang Erda immediately opened the lid of the coffin and pulled the boy out of the coffin. He patted his face vigorously, "Wake up!"
The boy coughed twice and woke up in a daze. Seeing someone in front of him, he rubbed his eyes and asked, "Are you the new residents of the 0812 Cemetery Building? I'm sorry I fell asleep just now, and now I am up. Let you in."
Mu Sicheng reacted for a while, and then he looked at the boy who had spontaneously got up to make way for them: "Did you sleep here just now?"
The boy didn't seem to think there was anything strange, and nodded: "Yes, this is my home, I will sleep here at night."
Mu Ke looked at the transparent coffin, which was less than 1.5 square meters, at the boy's "home" with an unspeakable gaze.
"If you are a resident on the ground floor of this cemetery." Liu Jiayi stared at him and asked, "Who is the 26-year-old death on the tombstone outside?"
The boy scratched his head: "That's me, but I'm not dead yet."
Mu Sicheng raised his head and glanced at the photo on the tombstone, and seriously checked the boy's face repeatedly, and finally nodded affirmatively: "Yes, although the photo is a bit blurry, it should be a person."
Bai Liu calmly stared at the boy and asked softly, "You seem to be only a teenager. Why did you put a 26-year-old tombstone for yourself?"
"I am 17 years old." The boy explained, "When I started working at the age of 16, I borrowed money to buy a cemetery house in the cemetery in District E. The agent developer said that I could give me a tombstone. I thought I didn't want to have children. I don’t have any other wishes, so I can die if I live to be 26 years old. Just tell the agency developer that the date of death on the tombstone should be 26."
"That's how this tombstone came." The boy didn't think he was saying anything strange, and smiled at Bai Liu and the others.
Tang Erda's mood was extremely complicated: "You are only 17 years old, where are your parents?"
"They're all dead." The boy said naturally, "What are they doing on the real estate construction site? Generally, they die early, and then not long after they die, the house we bought with the loan will be taken back within 20 years. ."
"Although the house is gone, part of the money for the house has not been paid off. I still have to repay the loan for more than ten years, so I can't save much money, so I can only buy a cemetery house."
Mu Ke's eyes moved down, and he saw the boy's blood-stained hands, which are a pair of hands that are typically dragging a rope on a construction site and doing heavy manual work. He paused and asked: "Where are you working now?" "
"The new real estate in Area C. It has just opened and is hiring people. I was lucky enough to go in. The salary is okay. I recently got a lot of money."
The boy finished speaking in a good mood. He consciously crawled into the coffin and shrank into a ball. He raised his head and smiled and waved his hands to Bai Liu and the others friendly: "You have to go to work tomorrow. Come in and rest. It’s not safe to stay here. ."
This attitude is normal as if he is not in the cemetery, but in an ordinary apartment to greet the new neighbor who has just moved in next door.
"I'm going to rest too." The boy yawned and lay in the coffin. He pressed a button next to him, and the base was erected and closed like an elevator door that opened and closed automatically.
A group of people marched silently in the dark corridor, and the rancid smell in the air became strong.
"That child, he is only 17 years old and not an adult." Tang Erda said abruptly, his voice a little dumb, "What kind of place is it for a 17-year-old child to accept everything and lie down on himself? 26 Sleeping in the tomb of one year old."
Bai Liu's voice is peaceful: "There should be no concept of adulthood here. They use the standard to distinguish whether people are capable of working, so it seems that the basic age is 16."
Tang Erda was silent again.
The sound of five people’s footsteps came in new, and when they reached the first floor, a faint, faint blue corridor light came on. Through this light, you could see that there were five households on the first floor of the narrow and narrow cemetery building. The design of each doorway is not the kind of opening, but the kind of narrow, push-in door with rusty iron chains hanging on the bolts.
Each household is arranged from top to bottom, with three sliding doors, narrow layout, strong in this dark blue light, rotten smell, dense sliding doors, looking like this, this place is like one—
Mu Ke said softly: "—This is more like an incinerator than a cemetery building."
As everyone stopped to observe the environment, the sound of footsteps stopped and the corridor light went out again.
There were a few karaokes in the dark, the muffled sound of the sliding door being pushed from inside, the metal chains swayed and collided, the rubbing of clothes and the sticky tearing of flesh came from, and the rancid smell in the air changed suddenly. It's sour and thicker.
Bai Liu calmly took out a long whip from behind and threw it to the ground with a clear "pop".
The voice-activated light in the corridor lights up again with the sound.
Under the dimly flickering blue light, the sliding doors of all the portals were pushed open, and on each sliding grid was sitting a body leaning forward, wearing tattered greasy clothes, dirty hair, hanging head, arms on top A motionless person on straight feet.
There were flies flying around them buzzing back and forth, and the edge of the sliding grid dripped a pus-yellow liquid that seemed to be formed after fat decay and liquefaction, forming small puddles on the ground, and the sour smell wafted out from here.
The metal chain hung on the door bolt swayed back and forth, casting an uneasy shadow on the ground.
Everyone took out their skill weapons and formed a circle with their backs against Bai Liu vigilantly.
Bai Liu looked around and calmly ordered: "This time we will not explore the weaknesses of the monsters. We will directly search for their cemetery real estate certificates. If we succeed, we will run to the next floor. If there are living people, we will run with them. Don't hurt the lower class here without special circumstances. Citizens and house slaves NPCs, because they don’t have houses, they are most likely to walk and follow monsters. If they hurt, they have to follow the map. Do you understand?"
Everyone said in unison: "Yes!"
The lights in the corridor flickered twice again and went dark. There was a strange breathing sound in the darkness, as if a group of people were using their decayed and hollowed out lungs to forcibly simulate the process of panting. A sharp whip sounded and the lights sounded. It lights up again.
Maggots were born in both eyes, and the head of the rotting corpse with its lower jaw was tilted, and it rushed towards the white willow face ferociously!