I Became a God in a Horror Game: 388、How to own five buildings

370,000 flat, when the transaction price was released, some people in the sales office stood still in a daze, while others rushed forward like crazy:

"I ‌ say that the house price will go up again!"

"Buy it quickly! If you don't buy it again, next time it will rise to 40,000 flat, I really can't afford it anymore!"

"For sale! I want a large apartment of 25 square meters here!"

"This is the same! Is there a suite on the 17th floor?"

"I'm sorry, the 17th floor has been sold out just now, why don't you go to the 27th floor..."

Xiaodong covered his stomach and smiled, his face was pale, and he led the other guests to the real estate project dripping with cold sweat. People lined up, holding loan contracts, crowded with each other, afraid that they would not be able to buy a house if they slowed down, their faces were flushed, Shouting heart-piercingly:

"I want to borrow two Sunshine Seedlings!"

"I want five loans!"

Someone stared blankly at all this, murmured a few words in a low voice: I really can't afford it, and I don't want to loan my child, and suddenly turned and ran out.

In less than two minutes, these people fell from the outside of the real estate building, falling apart, and dying.

Others just took a look, and then looked away strangely:

"Someone jumped off the building again?"

"Normal, every time a new building is opened and the price rises, some young people with poor mental quality jump off the building."

The patrol team collected the corpse in an orderly and skillful manner, and then carried it away to the two corpse collection team members in white coats who were waiting next to them, saying:

"Do these two people have any loans? If they do, send them to a private hospital, dismantle their organs, bones, and organs, and sell them at auction to pay for the loan. Now the corpse is still It’s fresh, so you can sell it for more money.”

The members of the corpse collection team nodded, and the patrol team looked at the corpses and sneered contemptuously. One even kicked one of the corpses' feet and spit:

"Think you don't have to pay back the loan after you die? What a beautiful idea!"

"I don't know how much this corpse can be sold for. If the loan is too high, the auction of the corpse will not pay off. In the end, our big boss, Dong Dong, will lose money."

"It's really heartless. The big boss kindly advances the money to you to spend. If you don't pay it back, you want to die. What a shameless bitch!"

The surrounding crowd was crowded and noisy, as if it was a harmonious scene. Shi Qian and Yuan Guang, who were in it, looked at the patrols who were talking in a trance, and listened to the sound of house sales one after another around them. , They felt that they were cold all over, as if they had reached the eighth floor of hell.

There are chaotic evil spirits who do not regard others as human beings and do not regard themselves as human beings everywhere, and there are suffering living people who are being tortured and punished but do not know anything.

Yuan Guang and Shi Qian slowly turned their heads and sat down on the podium. Director C, who was toasting red wine with the people next to him to celebrate the sale of the new real estate, turned his hands over, There was a dangerous silver light shining.

[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang used his personal skill weapon (craft knife)]

[System prompt: Player Shi Qian used a personal skill weapon (caliper cone)]

E District Cemetery.

At 8:2, the sky was completely dark. The cemetery directly opposite the 444 road was dark and gloomy. The oval-shaped tombstone can vaguely see the photos of the person on the tombstone.

Aside from the weeds in the cemetery, the only creatures that can be seen are one or two crows, which landed on the tombstone lightly and croaked hoarsely.

Beside the iron gate is a half-covered, decayed security room. The door is swaying obliquely, and there is only a stool covered with dust on it. It is obvious that no one has been in this room for a long time.

Tang Erda's expression was complicated: "The old man said that the cemetery in District E was used as a supporting facility for the residences in District E. It was once looted, and now there is no one to maintain it."

"Because people in Sunshine City use their money to buy houses, how can they afford to buy a tomb?" Rich people, who will buy this thing?"

Bai Liu smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true."

Liu Jiayi looked around and said coldly: "These cemetery houses should not be sold to the living, but to the dead."

"Sold to the dead??" Mu Sicheng was puzzled and shocked, "Why buy a house when everyone is dead??"

Muke was not surprised, and nodded calmly: "According to Bai Liu's previous analysis and what a grandfather told us, we can simply make a conjecture that it is sunshine. Everything built by real estate developers in the city is for profit, for money, or a currency that can be exchanged for human productivity.”

"Land is the means of production that they firmly grasp. Under the circumstances of private monopoly, this means of production has become a property that can be unlimited through the operation and regulations of real estate developers. Items that exchange an upward premium for productivity.”

Mu Sicheng was a little dizzy: "What?"

"At this moment, in the process of replacing people's productivity through currency equivalents, they are constantly being degraded." Mu Ke told Mu Sicheng, "Simply put, It is to monopolize the means of production and let other people involve, and through the process of introversion and competition, your productivity will be continuously degraded, and the conflict with the intensification of survival will be transferred to the people below, making you hate those who have a competitive relationship with you On the contrary, you are grateful that he is willing to leak a little currency from his fingertips for you to fight for."

"At this point, it is meaningless to compete for currency. Currency is just a transit channel for them to exchange productivity. As long as they make the means of production infinitely premium, your productivity will never be able to fill up the housing price. hole."

"So the land is the most valuable thing. Since these real estate developers are willing to take the land to build a cemetery, it can only explain one thing. After the cemetery is built, the [cemetery 】This means of production can also be exchanged for a large amount of productivity.”

After Mu Ke finished speaking, Mu Sicheng still had a cloudy expression, paused for a while, and said politely: "Did you escape some basic compulsory courses when you were in college?" class?"

For example, revising Marxism and the like.

Understanding Mu Ke's mocking subtext, Mu Sicheng became a little annoyed, so he immediately turned to Bai Liu who was observing the entrance of the cemetery, pointed at Mu Ke and complained: "Bai Liu, Mu Ke doesn't talk about people! "

Good grades, good memory, remembering everything in class is amazing!

Mu Sicheng let out an angry cry of a scumbag.

Bai Liu squatted on the ground with his back facing Mu Sicheng and lowered his head as if he was observing the densely packed footprints in the ground, without turning his head, he said in a flat tone:

"Compared with humans, don't you think ghosts are a better source of cheap labor?"

"If a person works six days a week and works 9 hours a day, his foreman only works 54 hours, and he also needs to eat and go to the toilet. It’s about 50 hours rounded up.”

"Ghosts don't need to eat or sleep, they only need 3 to 5 square meters to live in a family, and they can run 24 hours a day without stopping. It can reach 168 hours."

Bai Liu stood up slowly: "This is equivalent to 996 workers for 3.4 people and a week's worth of growth."

"From the point of view of the productivity unit, it is far less cost-effective to let people work than to let ghosts work. If the speculation is a bit extreme-"

Bai Liu turned his head and looked at Mu Sicheng calmly: "——Sunshine City has a large number of immigrant population, which stimulates population growth. At the same time, it doesn't care about the death rate at all, and the crazy rise in housing prices, prices, no matter what. Any collective event, such as famine, plague, and collective suicide, does not consider whether people can survive here, or even implicitly encourages suicide and euthanasia, and uses the survival of the fittest as an excuse to weed out a large number of poor people at the bottom. Is this partly to turn people into ghosts and convert one person into 3.4 production units?"

"In other words, maybe the real estate developers don't need the living people at all, but the dead people, which are cheaper and easier to use ghosts. These Sunshine City There are not enough laborers underground."

Mu Sicheng was horrified by Bai Liu: "So these people have to work when they become ghosts? Even if they die, there will be no peace?"

"No." This idea is a bit too scary, Mu Sicheng gestured his hands, trying to refute with a stern face, "This is too tragic, I'm dead and turned into a ghost, I'm so sorry Why do you want to work for them?! These people, if they are not ghosts, why don’t they run away?”

Bai Liu patted the ashes on his sleeves, and walked to Mu Sicheng in a leisurely manner: "Have you ever read "A Chinese Ghost Story"?"

Mu Sicheng didn't expect the question to jump to this point suddenly, he was a little confused, but he answered honestly: "Yes."

Bai Liu hummed lightly, and retorted: "You think Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost, who has to go out to work hard every week, cheat two men to feed her grandma, and finally be forced Under the circumstances that the illegal female ghost was sold to the old demon of Montenegro, why didn't she run away?"

"Do you think she likes to work for grandma?" Bai Liu asked calmly.

Mu Sicheng: "..."

He really asked such a stupid question. If he didn't run away, of course he was trapped for some reason and couldn't run away!

Mu Sicheng frowned and pursued: "Is the reason why these people are trapped related to the tomb?"

Bai Liu nodded: "I agree with Liu Jiayi's point of view, these tombs are probably not built for the living, but for the dead."

"Buy?" Mu Sicheng became more and more confused, "Is this developer still paying ghosts?"

Bai Liu squinted at Mu Sicheng: "If you don't get paid to work, will you do it?"

Mu Sicheng: "...don't fight."

"No, I always feel that something is weird," Mu Sicheng rubbed his chin and fell into a deep hole, "If I were a ghost, I would be trapped in Sunshine City and couldn't escape,  ‌‌Even if someone pays me a salary, I will not work part-time anyway.”

Mu Sicheng glanced at the graveyard in the cemetery with a little distaste: "...not to mention working hard to buy this eight-story hell-like cemetery."

"I don't need to eat, I don't need to sleep, I don't need a house or money, even if the real estate business uses some method to trap me here, I have been working all my life In this situation..." Mu Sicheng clenched his fists forcefully, "It's impossible to work part-time! It's impossible to work part-time in the next life!"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng appreciatively: "Nie Xiaoqian should have thought the same way as you back then, very brave."

Mu Xiaoqian: "..."

Mu Xiaoqian was irritated by Yin and Yang twice in a row, and she bravely clenched her fists at Bai Liu, who was exploiting him like a dryad's grandmother, and was furious: "Damn! I'm dead! What can they do to me! No! Maybe let me go out to seduce men and feed them!"

"Of course not." Bai Liu looked at the gate of the cemetery, squinted his eyes, and said, "Under what circumstances, a person is willing to work crazily after death, just to buy Go to the cemetery, and then hide in your own cemetery that is only 2 square meters wide?"

Liu Jiayi said abruptly: "It's not like the situation with the living, these dead people also have to pay land fees. That's why they try to find a way to hide in the apartment or the cemetery." ?”

"You can't do anything to me if you don't pay the land fee, can you?" Mu Sicheng hugged his chest and shook his legs as a bachelor, "I'm dead! "

Bai Liu turned his head slowly, smiled and said, "That's not necessarily the case, the living don't pay the land fee and are just beaten to death, and the dead ghosts can't be tortured because they can't die again. On the contrary, the category has risen a lot.”

"Anyway, no matter how hard you torture, you can't die anymore, can you?"

Muke quietly chimed in and added: "Nie Xiaoqian doesn't want to work for grandma, does she? Grandma is a tree demon who can torture ghosts and stick her own tree roots into the necks of little monsters. And their bodies, shaking tree roots in their bodies to **** their blood, tortured them so much that they had to work for grandma, and went out to seduce men to dig out their hearts.”

"If you want ghosts to work for you, there is always a way." Mu Ke smiled politely at Mu Sicheng, "Are you right, Mu Shen?"

Mu Xiaoqian: "..."

Thank you, I have a strong sense of substitution, and I already feel like I am seducing a man.