I'm a god in the infinite game

37 per flat, when the transaction price came out, some people in the sales office stood still in a daze, while others rushed forward like crazy:

"I said the house price will go up again!"

"Buy it quickly! If you don't buy it, it will rise to 40 yuan next time, so you really can't afford it!"

"For sale! We want a large apartment with an area of ​​25 square meters!"

"It's the same here! Is there a suite on the 17th floor?"

"Sorry, the 17th floor was sold out just now, why don't you take a look at the 27th floor..."

Xiaodong covered his stomach and smiled, his face was pale, and he led the other guests to see the real estate with dripping cold sweat. People lined up, holding loan contracts, crowded each other, afraid that if they were too late, they would not be able to buy a house, their faces were red and their ears were red, and they were heart-piercing. call:

"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 2 minutes, these people fell from the outside of the real estate, torn apart, and died with regret.

The others just glanced at it, and looked away in a strange way:

"Someone jumped off the building again?"

"Normal, every time a new property is opened and the price rises, there are young people with poor mental quality jumping 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 waiting there, saying:

"Check to see if these two people have any debts. If they do, send them to a private hospital. The organs, bones, and flesh are dismantled and auctioned off to pay for the loan. Now that the corpse is still fresh, it can sell for more money."

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

"Think you don't have to repay 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 and the auction of the corpse is not enough, then our big boss C Dong will lose money in the end."

"It's really heartless. The big boss kindly advances the money to you to spend, and he wants to die before he pays it back. What a shameless slut!"

Surrounded by crowds and voices, it seemed to be a harmonious scene, but 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 transactions around them. They felt cold all over their bodies. It seems to have come to the eighteenth floor of hell.

There are chaotic evil spirits everywhere who don't regard others as human beings, and they don't regard themselves as human beings, and there are suffering living people who are being tortured and punished but don't know anything about it.

Yuan Guang and Shi Qian turned their heads slowly to look at Director C, who was sitting on the stand, who was toasting red wine with the people next to him to celebrate the big sale of the new real estate. His hands flipped over, revealing a dangerous silver shine.

[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang uses a personal skill weapon (utility knife)]

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

Area E cemetery.

At 444:[-], the sky has completely darkened. The cemetery directly opposite the [-] road is dark and gloomy. There are many straight and oval tombstones vaguely standing in an old double-opened carved iron gate, which can be blurred. Seeing the photos of the people on the tombstone.

Apart from the weeds in the cemetery, the only creatures that could be seen were one or two crows, flying lightly on the tombstones and hoarsely calling twice.

Next to the iron gate was a half-covered, decayed security room. The door swayed obliquely, and there was only a stool full of dust inside. It was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.

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

"Because everyone in Sunshine City buys a house if they have money, how can they afford to buy a tomb?" Mu Sicheng also sighed, "I feel that this tomb is just a decoration, and who will come except the rich?" Buy this stuff?"

Bai Liu smiled: "That's not necessarily the case."

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 people are dead??"

Mu Ke was not surprised, and nodded calmly: "According to Bai Liu's previous analysis and what the old man told us, we can simply make a guess, that is, the real estate developers in Sunshine City build everything for profit. , for money, or a currency that can be exchanged for human productivity.”

"Land is the means of production that they firmly hold. Under the circumstances of private monopoly, this means of production has become an item that can be exchanged for productivity at an infinite premium through various operations and regulations of real estate developers."

Mu Sicheng was a little dizzy: "What?"

"At this time, people's productivity will be continuously degraded in the process of currency equivalent replacement." Mu Ke looked at Mu Sicheng, "Simply put, it is to let other people involve by monopolizing the means of production. Through the process of involution and competition, your productivity will be continuously degraded, and at the same time, the intensified contradictions of survival will be transferred to the people below, making you hate those who are in competition with you, and on the contrary, it will make you grateful that he is willing to leak so much through his fingers. A little currency to fight for you."

"But at this point, it is meaningless to fight for currency. Currency is just a transit channel for them to exchange for productivity. As long as they make the means of production infinitely premium, then your productivity will never fill the hole in housing prices."

"So the land is the most valuable thing. Since these real estate developers are willing to use the land to build the cemetery, it can only show one thing, that is, after the cemetery is built, a large amount of production materials can be exchanged for the [cemetery]." productive forces."

After Mu Ke finished speaking, seeing that Mu Sicheng still had a misty expression, he paused for a moment and said politely: "Did you skip some basic compulsory courses when you were in college?"

For example, thinking about Marxism and the like.

Mu Sicheng, who understood Mu Ke's mocking subtext, was 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 speak human words!"

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

Mu Sicheng let out an angry cry from the 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 people, 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 working hours are only 54 hours, and the time for eating and going to the bathroom is also excluded, and it is rounded down to about 50 hours."

"But ghosts don't need to eat or sleep. They only need 3 to 5 square meters to live in a family. They can run 24 hours a day. A ghost can work 168 hours a week."

Bai Liu stood up slowly: "This is equivalent to 3.4 people's 996 working hours for a week."

"From the perspective of production units, it is far less cost-effective to let ghosts work than to let people work. If the speculation is extreme—"

Bai Liu turned her head and looked at Mu Sicheng calmly: "——Sunshine City has a large number of people immigrating to stimulate population growth, but at the same time it doesn't care about the death rate, crazy rise in housing prices, prices, regardless of any collective events, such as famine, plague, Collective suicide does not consider whether people can survive here, and even encourages suicide and euthanasia invisibly, using the survival of the fittest as an excuse to eliminate a large number of poor people at the bottom. Is this to some extent to turn people into ghosts? , converting one person into 3.4 units of productivity?"

"In other words, maybe the living people are not important to real estate developers at all, what matters is the dead people, that is, the cheaper and more useful ghosts, these invisible laborers underground in Sunshine City."

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng with horror: "So people here have to work as ghosts? Even if they die, there will be no peace?"

"No." This kind of idea is a bit too scary, Mu Sicheng waved his hands, trying to refute solemnly, "This is too tragic, I'm dead and turned into a ghost, why should I work for them? These people are not ghosts, why don't they run away?"

Bai Liu patted the ashes on his sleeves, and walked in front of Mu Sicheng at a leisurely pace: "Have you seen "A Chinese Ghost Story"?"

Mu Sicheng didn't expect that the topic would suddenly jump to this point, he was stunned for a moment, but he still answered honestly: "I've seen it."

Bai Liu hummed lightly, and asked back: "Then do you think that Nie Xiaoqian, as a ghost, has to go out to work hard every week, cheat two men to feed her grandma, and finally was forced to sell illegal women to ghosts? Why doesn't she run away under the circumstances of the Montenegro old demon?"

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

Mu Sicheng: "..."

He really asked a stupid question. If he didn't run, he was trapped for some reason, so he couldn't escape!

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

Bai Liu nodded: "So 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, "Does the developer here still pay ghosts?"

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

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

"No, I always think it's weird." Mu Sicheng rubbed his chin, deep in thought, "If I were a ghost, I would be trapped in Sunshine City and couldn't escape, but even if someone pays me, I'm not going to work anyway."

Mu Sicheng glanced at the graveyard in the cemetery with a little disgust: "...not to mention working hard to buy this [-]-story hell-style cemetery."

"I don't need to eat or sleep, so I don't need a house or money. Even if the real estate company traps me here in some way, I've been working all my life, and I've beaten myself like a ghost , in this case..." 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 back then, she was very brave."

Mu Xiaoqian: "..."

Mu Xiaoqian was irritated twice in succession, and bravely clenched her fist at Bai Liu, who was exploiting him like a dryad grandmother: "Damn! I'm dead! What can they do to me! It's impossible for me to go out and seduce Men feed them!"

"Of course not." Bai Liu looked at the gate of the cemetery, squinted his eyes thoughtfully, "Under what circumstances, a person would be willing to work crazily after death, just to buy the cemetery, and then hide in his own What about a 2 square meter wide cemetery?"

Liu Jiayi said abruptly: "Would it be the same as the living people, these dead people also have to pay land use fees. That's why they find ways to hide in apartments or cemeteries?"

"But you can't do anything to me if you don't pay the land use fee, can you?" Mu Sicheng hugged his chest and shook his legs very alone, "I'm dead!"

Bai Liu turned her head slowly, and smiled: "That's not necessarily the case. The living who don't pay the land use fee are just beaten to death, and the dead ghosts can't die anymore, so the types that can be tortured have increased a lot."

"Anyway, no matter how tortured you are, you can't die anymore, can you?"

Mu Ke beside him calmly added: "Nie Xiaoqian doesn't want to work for grandma either, but grandma is a tree demon who can torture ghosts, and can also insert her own tree roots into the necks and bodies of little monsters. Shaking tree roots in their bodies to suck their blood, tortured them so much that they had to work for grandma, go out to seduce men and 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, the sense of substitution is very strong, and I already feel that I am seducing a man.