Chapter 389: How to own five buildings

Bai Liu pushes open the door of the dilapidated security office and walks into the cemetery.

Inside the cemetery is the usual cemetery scene, with rows of marble tombstones, in front of which there is a pedestal about 1*2 meters wide, on which are written the birth date, death date and cause of death of the deceased.

Mu Ke's eyes swept around the pedestals, staring straight, as if he was collecting the information on the pedestals to do a comprehensive analysis, he looked up to 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 the feeling of the poor environment caused by work-related injuries. "

"Not only that." Liu Jiayi stops at a tombstone, "The later the birth date, the earlier the death date."

She says calmly, "Their average life expectancy is still shortening, and there are more sudden deaths among the causes of death."

Mu Ke follows Liu Jiayi's line of sight, to a woman who died suddenly in front of her computer chair at the age of 32: "Judging from the data on the tombstones here, in recent times, the average age of death in Sunnyside has dropped to around 30 for women, and around 35 for men."

"It happens to be men and women just past the optimal age for childbearing." Mu Ke looks to Bai Liu.

Bai Liu stares blankly ahead, "Sudden death when you can't have children, the realtors here in Sunshine City are clearly regulating the average lifespan of all people to an age where they can work at a high level of energy for the rest of their lives, and then experience a drop in productivity after having children."

"This maximizes the value that can be squeezed out of everyone."

Mu Sicheng looked around, looking down at the grass and trees, and frowned up at Bai Liu: "There are all the normal tombstones here, I don't see the entrance to that underground eighteen-floor cemetery building, and I don't see the floor numbers either."

Tang Er hit looks 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 one in the eighth row, should be this one."

Tang Er looked over to where Bai Liu had stopped, his eyes fluttering.

There was only one headstone there, and the surrounding area was bare and devoid of any other buildings, so if Bai Liu said this was the cemetery building, there was only one possibility.

"Lift the pedestal." Bai Liu calmly instructed, "The entrance is inside the tomb."

Mu Sicheng asked back in consternation, "Inside the tomb? That means our floor is already the first floor of the cemetery building?"

"But if the first level is the entrance and has to be lifted to get in ...... " Mu Sicheng looked at the tombstone of the young man who died at 26, "then where are the graves of these people? "

Tang Er Fight frowned as well, "These people died too early, and they don't look like rich people who could afford the first level of the tomb."

Bai Liu stares blandly and flatly at the tombstone with the young man's last picture on it, "This is not the first level."

"According to normal building structure, the tomb here should be called a basement or garage, the cheapest location in the whole building."

"So the people buried here would be lowly citizens of Sunnyside who can't even afford an 18-story cemetery building."

The thick base of the corpse was raised by the hands of Tang Er Ta and Mu Sicheng, and when the base was turned over to see clearly the situation inside, Mu Sicheng could not hold back the first breath of cold air, and even Mu Ke and Tang Er Ta changed their faces.

After lifting up the pedestal, underneath was a dark staircase so narrow that only one person could be allowed to pass through it, which wasn't a shocking scene, what was shocking was that there was actually a transparent plastic coffin on the lifted pedestal, and in the coffin there was actually a living person curled up!

The boy, so young that he seemed to be in his late teens, clutched his shoulders, shrunk in a position as if he were in the womb, in a coffin only two-thirds the size of his body, clutched his body tightly and breathed slightly, the mist of his breath hitting the next door of the coffin reflecting in a circle of mist, and his expression was tense and agonized, as if he were about to die from asphyxiation.

Tang Er hit on the spot and lifted the lid of the coffin, ripped the boy out of the coffin and slapped his face hard: "Wake up!"

The boy choked and coughed twice, woke up in a daze, saw someone in front of him, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Are you the new residents of the 0812 Cemetery Building? I'm sorry I fell asleep just now, now I'll get up and let you guys in."

Mu Sicheng reacted for a moment, then he looked incredulously at the boy who had naturally gotten up to make way for them, "Did you just sleep here at ......?"

The boy didn't seem to think there was anything strange about it and nodded, "Yeah, this is my house, this is where I sleep at night."

Mu Ke looks at the transparent coffin of less than 1.5 square meters, "home" as the boys call it, with an ineffable gaze.

"If you are an occupant of the ground floor of this cemetery building." Liu Jiayi stared at him and inquired, "Then who is the person on the tombstone outside who is inscribed as having died at the age of 26?"

The boy scratched his head, "That's me, except I'm not dead right now."

Mu Sicheng glanced up at the posthumous photo on the tombstone, gravely comparing it with the boy's face over and over again, and finally nodded his head affirmatively, "That's right, even though the photo is a bit blurry, it should be a person."

Bai Liu gazed calmly at the boy and softly inquired, "You look like you're only in your teens, why did you erect a 26-year-old tombstone for yourself?"

"I'm 17." The boy explains, "When I started working at 16 when I took out a loan to buy a cemetery house here at the cemetery in Section E, the agent developer said he could give me a headstone, and I thought to myself that I didn't want to have any children, and I didn't have any other aspirations, so I'd pretty much live to be 26 and then I'd be able to die, and so I said to the agent developer that I would just put the date of death on the headstone at age 26. "

"That's where this tombstone came from." The boys didn't think they were saying anything strange at all, and smiled at Bai Liu and the others.

Tang Er hit the mood complex to the extreme: "You're only 17 years old, ah, where are your parents?"

"All dead." The boy said in a natural tone, "What were they doing on the building site, they usually die early, and then not long after they died, the house we took out a loan to buy was repossessed at the twenty year mark."

"Even though the house is gone, there's still a portion of the money from the house that's not paid off, and I still have to pay off more than a decade's worth of loans on that money, so it's not like I can save up any money to come in and buy a cemetery house."

Mu Ke's eyes moved down to see the boys' bloodied hands, hands that typically hauled ropes and did heavy labor on construction sites, and with a lurch, he opened his mouth and inquired, "So where are you working now?"

"The new building in District C. Ah, it just opened there, it's hiring, I got lucky and got in, the salary offered is okay, I've been getting quite a bit of money lately."

The boy finished in a rather good mood, consciously climbed into the coffin and shrunk into a ball, tilted his head back and smiled in a friendly way, waving his hand at Bai Liu and the others, "We have to go to work tomorrow, you guys should go inside and rest, it's not very safe in this building late at night."

It was a normal attitude as if he wasn't in a cemetery, but in a normal apartment greeting the new neighbor who just moved in next door.

"I'm going to rest too." The boy yawned and lay down in the coffin, he pressed a button next to him and the pedestal stood up and closed like an elevator door that opened and closed automatically.

The group marched in silence through the darkened hallways, the stench of decay thick in the air.

"That kid, is only seventeen years old not yet an adult." Tang Er struck out abruptly, his voice a little muffled, "What kind of place is it that would make a seventeen year old kid just accept everything already and lie down to sleep in his own twenty-six year old's grave."

Bai Liu sounded calm, "I don't think there's a concept of adulthood here, they differentiate between people based on whether they have the ability to work or not, so it seems like the base age is 16."

Tang Er hit and fell silent again.

The footsteps of the five men made new inroads downward, and when they reached the first floor, a faint, ghostly blue hallway light came on, by which it was possible to see that there were five families on the first floor of the narrow, low cemetery building, and that the doorway to each was not designed to be one of those open ones, but one of those narrow, push-in doors, with rusty bars of chain hanging from the bolts.

Each household was lined up from top to bottom, with three sliding doors, a narrow layout, intense in this dark blue light, putrid odors, and dense sliding doors, so that the place looked like a--

Mu Ke said softly, "-this is more like an incinerator than a cemetery building."

As everyone stopped to observe their surroundings, the footsteps ceased and the building light went down again.

In the darkness came a few klaxons, the muffled sound of a sliding door being pushed from the inside, metal chains swaying back and forth and colliding, there was the sound of clothes rubbing together and the sticky tearing of flesh and skin coming from the air, and the putrid stench in the air became much more acrid and thick all of a sudden.

Bai Liu pulled out a long whip from behind his back without moving, and threw it to the ground with a crisp snap.

The sound-activated lights in the hallway came on again with the sound.

The sliding doors of all the portals pushed outward in the dim, flickering, ghostly blue light, and above each sliding compartment sat a man leaning forward and bowed, wearing tattered, greasy clothes, dirty hair, head hanging, arms resting motionless on the tops of his straightened feet.

There were flies buzzing back and forth around them, and a pus-yellow liquid that seemed to have formed after the fat had rotted and liquefied dripped from the edges of the push-pull grids, forming small puddles on the floor from which the acrid odor wafted.

The metal chain hanging from the bolt swung back and forth, casting uneasy shadows on the floor.

Everyone had their skill weapons out, alertly forming a huddle with their backs to Bai Liu.

Bai Liu looked around and calmly ordered, "This time we don't explore the monster's weaknesses, directly search their cemetery real estate certificates, get it and run on the next level, take the living with you, no special circumstances don't hurt the lowly citizens and house slaves npc's here, because there's no housing, they're probable to be wandering follow types of monsters, harmed to be followed by the map, do you hear me? "

All in unison, "Yes!"

The lights in the hallway flickered twice again and dimmed, and there was the eerie sound of breathing in the darkness, as if a group of people were forcibly simulating the process of gasping for air with their decaying skeletonized lungs, and the lights came on again as a harsh whiplash landed and rang out.

The corpse with maggot eyes and rotting jaws had its head tilted in a hideous rush toward Bai Liu's face!