There was a brief commotion among the people gathered in front of the sales office of the new building in Zone C. The crowd was like a swarm of bees that were disturbed, gathering quickly around the half-open door of the sales building.
Xiaodong was so shocked by the crowd that Xiaodong drew back into the door, hung iron chains on the door to stop them from rushing in, and shouted in panic: "Everyone keep order! Waiting for tomorrow, our department will definitely give you an ending plan!
In fact, she didn't know what the solution was. She was just introduced to solve the problem by the foreman of the sales department above with an ugly face. So far, Xiaodong didn't know what happened.
Like these people, she stayed up sleepily waiting for the approval of the real estate certificate, and suddenly found that the people in the finance department were panicked and confused, shouting that the money was suddenly gone, and then suddenly a blood-red countdown appeared on the house outside.
Xiaodong looked at the towering new building in the dark from the sales office. She only had a vague hunch that the houses of these people in front of her might not be available.
Someone in the crowd blocked the door had their shoes squeezed off, but no one cared at all. They jumped barefoot in a hurry, shouting:
"Why wait until tomorrow to do it?!"
"What happened to the real estate!"
The fierce and tense interrogation sounded in the dark, and someone threw paper balls and stones at Xiaodong angrily:
"What are you doing when you close the door! Say it! Why didn't you tell me something!"
"If you encounter something, you know to hide! Open the door and let us in!"
Xiaodong clenched the uniform of the sales office tightly. She stuck the door firmly to prevent anyone from entering. She kept bowing and apologizing, her eyes turned red little by little, and there was a weeping voice in her voice:
"On behalf of the entire property, I say sorry to you all."
The director of the sales department asked her not to open the door and let people in. At the same time, she asked her to apologize on behalf of her, and she must calm the anger of the group of house slaves.
If it can't be settled and something goes wrong, she will be dismissed and her salary for this month will be deducted at the same time.
She needed this job too much, so she chose to let these people vent their anger to her, lowered her head to endure the pain and tears, bowed over 90 degrees again and again, and sincerely apologized again and again.
"I'm sorry for it! Do you know how much I paid for this house!" Someone cried out heartbreakingly, "I'm going to die suddenly, I dare not eat anything, I dare not use anything. Working hard to save money, I just want to have a place in this city where I won’t be driven away from sleep!"
"Go away! Let C Dong come out! He is the agent developer!"
Finally someone trembled and whispered the answer that made everyone afraid to admit: "C Dong won't run away with money, let this building be broken, right?"
This sentence is like a drop of water dripping into boiling oil, which aroused everyone's discussion:
"No? C Dong is so rich and won't take our money!"
"There have been unfinished buildings in Area E and Area B, and the agency developers in these two areas are also very rich..."
"Isn't it a floor construction problem?"
"But in the end, these unfinished buildings were pushed back to rebuild, saying that the construction materials had been spent, and the house slaves who bought the house were not compensated for any money..."
"The house slaves who made trouble were all killed by the patrol, and their bodies were sent to the hospital to be auctioned off and mortgage the unfinished buildings for loans..."
A group of people who were about to make trouble heard all here, and looked desperately and pleadingly at Xiaodong who stood in the sales department and blocked them with chains: "... You just asked us to come over tomorrow. Continue to wait for the certificate, shouldn't we be an unfinished building?"
Xiaodong slowly raised her body. She folded her hands in front of her and bit her lower lip. It took a long time before she squeezed out a smile: "No one."
"It's just that the number of housing transactions this time is too large and it needs to be processed in large quantities, so it was postponed."
"If Ming, I won't come down tomorrow..." Xiaodong bowed deeply to everyone. She pinched her tiger's mouth tightly, calmed her trembling voice, and lied sweetly with a smile, "It should be possible this week or next week. Come down."
"Please go back and wait patiently."
Xiaodong raised her body and looked at everyone. The corners of her mouth were smiling, but tears fell from the corners of her eyes: "Everyone will get their own home!"
A group of people seemed to realize something. They stood quietly for a long time in front of Xiaodong who was crying and smiling hard at the sales office. Suddenly, some people also squeezed forced and self-deceptive smiles on their faces, talking to themselves. Go back:
"Let me just say, buying a house in Zone C still has to be more reliable, low risk."
"Wait, wait? Tomorrow is tomorrow, one week is one week, and two weeks are two weeks. After waiting so long, I can't afford to wait..."
"I'll take a look first, I'll take a look at my future house first, and then go back and wait honestly."
The man said to himself, said in a daze, stumbled into the new building under construction, and climbed layer by layer. He didn't know when he followed a group of silent people, and he also bought this. Residents of real estate houses.
They climbed up from the ground floor silently and without a word. There were no concrete steps in some areas of the building, and some high-rise buildings had only concrete and steel frames. They took their children and wives along with these dangerous construction supports to drag their homes. Climbing up, and then looking for them one by one from a pile of concrete bases that have not yet posted the door numbers, and they talked naturally with each other:
"I'm 1305, should it be this?"
"I looked at the house type, yours should be this, mine is 1304."
They were standing in a narrow concrete house with only one hairy and only a dozen or twenty square meters. They stretched out their hands and gently touched the walls of the house, their eyes lit up with a very faint, tiny light:
"As long as the unfinished building is not taken back by them, it's not impossible to live, right?"
Someone was standing on the edge of the ventilated house, looking down on the dark ground of Zone C. The only thing that was lit was the sales office and the top floors of the surrounding houses. Looking into the distance, you could only see a little bit far away. The faint outline of the moon, and the sleepless, brightly-lit work area in the city center.
The bright light of the moon reflected in his eyes, a white light that dazzled people as if they were tears.
"It's beautiful." The man muttered to himself while looking at the night sky, holding on to the empty wall, "I have lived in the cemetery for so long. Can I see the moon on the ground at night?"
"I almost forgot what the moon looks like."
"It's great to live in such a high house. You can see the sun when you look up during the day and the moon at night."
The light in his eyes quickly extinguished, and the tone of his speech was as soft as smoke, and it was blown away by the night wind: "It's a pity that I can't afford such a high house."
"Such a beautiful moon, a low-level citizen like me, may only be worth seeing once in a lifetime."
His toes stepped on the unclosed edge of the house and moved a step outside, then slowly and tremblingly opened his hands slightly in the cold night breeze, then closed his eyes, and leaned forward into the dark night. go.
Area E, in the cemetery.
On the 18th floor underground, Mu Sicheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at Bai Liu triumphantly, and shook the cemetery property certificate in his hand: "I'm efficient, right?"
"Very good." After Bai Liu took it with a smile, the system prompt sounded immediately.
[System reminder: Congratulations to the player, Bai Liu, who is about to obtain the ownership of the 0812 cemetery building in Zone E. 】
[At present, it is still short of the entrance and the ownership of the cemetery on the floor where the tombstone is located. Please continue your efforts! 】
Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked around at everyone: "Go out, it's just the ownership of the cemetery at the entrance."
Tang Erda couldn't help asking: "Are you going to grab the 17-year-old child's cemetery room?"
"No, exchange." Bai Liu smiled and glanced at Tang Er. "Don't Captain Tang have a murder house real estate certificate that is much better than this cemetery house? Let that child live after processing tonight."
"We exchanged the real estate certificate of the cemetery with him for the real estate certificate of the haunted house."
Bai Liu smiled: "Captain Tang, go and exchange with him."
Tang Er had a hit: "Thank you."
Bai Liu smiled: "You're welcome."
As the group of people walked outside, Tang Erda hesitated again and again. He retreated to the side of Bai Liu who was walking after the last fracture. He lowered his head to Bai Liu's ear and frowned and asked, "Bai Liu, the Russell you said before. The path they took in the cemetery has no horror elements. What do you think it will be?"
"First, the dead developer's corpse, according to the city's setting, should be the higher the attack power of the alienated monsters formed by citizens with higher levels after death, and the monsters formed by the developers should not be so easy to deal with."
Without squinting his eyes, Bai Liu continued to move upwards and said: "There is one more point, I'm not sure, but if I were the designer of this game, I should design this way to increase the sense of horror and the difficulty of the path."
Tang Er frowned, "How to design?"
Bai Liu said calmly: "If, as you guessed, the Sunshine Real Estate is a projection of this copy landing in reality, then according to what happened in the Sunshine Real Estate in reality, there is a high probability that the developers here should receive the money. I’m not in my own hands, but I’m going out to make the next investment. Arresting or killing the developer will only lead to one thing—"
"—That's an unfinished building."
Bai Liu tilted his head and raised his eyes to look at Tang Erda: "And you and I know what the unfinished building has caused in reality."
Tang Er was silent for two seconds, and he spoke slowly, word by word: "You mean, the residents of these unfinished buildings will commit suicide."
Bai Liu nodded calmly: "Well, these residents will become ghosts after suicide. If I guess correctly, the hatred value of these ghosts should be on the heads of the players who killed the developers, that is, the new developers. ."
"If the two people in Russell Cemetery really killed the developer." Bai Liu stared at Tang Erda indifferently, "If they can't prevent the residents of the unfinished building from committing suicide, then they should be unfinished in the future. The ghost who jumped upstairs chased to death."
Area C.
The two embarrassed figures moved quickly in the dark, with various scars on their faces, gritted their teeth and ran against the night wind, carrying a pocket of ID cards in their hands.
He and Shi Qian just went out to rob, but after robbing them for an hour, they were still far from making up 60 billion. Now they are about to run to the new real estate.
Yuan Guang didn’t understand why he had to run there. It was clear that everything was settled. The system had notified him that the unfinished building had become unfinished. Even if he ran over and stared at that building, he was still out of thin air. Can't change sixty billion to rescue the people who live in it.
—It's the same as in reality.
but…
but…
He knew what would happen to a ruined building.
Nothing can be changed, even if the people here are just a bunch of data, a bunch of meaningless NPCs.
He couldn't do to watch them desperately, jumping from above one by one!
He has seen enough! !
Yuan Guang was running out of breath, his lips were purple, and his hands were shaking in the wind in front of the extremely fast running speed, like two weak noodles.
Why do people need a house to survive
He asked himself this question countless times, when he was sleeping, when he couldn't sleep, when he was working, and when he was working overtime—
-He stepped on the edge of his unfinished building and almost jumped off. When Uncle Wang pulled it back and slapped it twice, he was also asking.
Uncle Wang scolded him: "Don't you mean that your mother has never lived in a good house after your father left. Do you have to earn a set for her? Why, just rush down to see your father and live in a small apartment with your father. ?"
"Repay the loan as soon as I repay the loan. I am more than 30 years old. I have been more than 60 years after repaying the loan. I don't think I want to jump from here." Uncle Wang slapped him slapped, "How old are you ! What happened to your loan for twenty years! Can't you afford to pay it back!"
"Twenty years later, you are a good guy again, and you can start all over again and buy a house for your mother!"
Uncle Wang clutched his shoulder tightly: "Yuan Guang, don't die, there will be nothing left when you die."
"Yuan Guang, I can't go on any longer." Wang Shuqi was so haggard that he seemed to be thirty years old overnight. He was gray, bowed his head and knelt in front of Yuan Guang with tears, "Let Wang Uncle come on, let Uncle Wang die."
This game is like a large funeral. Everyone who has embraced Yuan Guang and told him not to die will eventually tell him in various ways—
[Xiao Yuan, I really can't make it anymore, let me die].
But the beginning of these intensive funerals was just an ordinary meeting of owners.
The developer sent a team of lawyers to send out a bunch of documents with mixed Chinese and complex professional vocabulary in the owner group. Few people could understand it. Wang Shuqi repeatedly asked in the group whether anyone could understand it.
Yuan Guang said carefully: [I seem to be able to understand a little...]
So he received a warm welcome from all the owners and became the [Group Leader of the Sunshine Real Estate Owners Group], and in the next period of time, all the developers sent representatives to wrestle.
Whenever the developer asks the owner that you only have this representative, the owners will all answer:
[We believe in Xiao Yuan! 】
It seems that since that time, this has become a simple, unsolicited, unprovoked and deep-rooted knowledge of him.
We believe in Xiao Yuan, so Xiao Yuan is our hope, we believe in Xiao Yuan, so Xiao Yuan cannot give up.
We believe in Xiao Yuan, so Xiao Yuan must live well.
The icy wind passed through the lungs during the fierce running, creating a burning sensation as if the air was burning in the body. Tears could not be restrained from flying from both sides of Yuan Guang’s eye sockets. He gasped for breath and turned toward the pitch black. The unfinished building ran away and ran to the point of vomiting.
Those residential buildings without closed windows were standing like walking corpses who were constantly approaching the edge. They looked at the night outside with dull eyes, as if they had merged with the night, and there was no trace of anger.
It was the same as Uncle Wang who was going to jump down.
They stepped forward and were dumped silently from the edge of the building like crushed earth and rocks in the night.
Yuan Guang cried out heartbreakingly: "Don't die!!!"
"Dead!! There is nothing left!!!"
Yuan Guangdi wailed loudly, "I beg you to survive!!!"