Bill had no orders, no deeds, and his position was even somewhat remote, and William even had to admire that O'Connor was surrounded by people no less than others knew that he had saved them.

The difference was that the other people didn't look at him the same way they looked at O'Connor.

What everyone wants to know is how this building, the AI prison where they are kept, operates as a cannibal.

Church was even more obvious, and at this point, his nervous expression had frightened O'Connor.

Although William was grateful to O'Connor for reaching out and giving him a polished lens, at this time, he had to suspect that O'Connor's behavior seemed to have other meanings in it.

This meaning made him feel that he was either being treated as an experimental object or as a tool.

It's like this AI prison.

"Tell me everything you know!" Church wasn't very tall, and he looked up at O'Connor.

But there were more people around him, and the invisible pressure made O'Connor have a calm expression on his face, but sweat beads appeared frequently on his forehead.

"This building, if it relies on wind, light and heat alone, can only meet 28 percent of its energy supply." O'Connor explained. "The amount of electricity that needs to be consumed on each floor of this building is kilowatts per month, so you think that the power consumption alone can be met by that natural energy?"

"You mean, the remaining 72 percent is just people?" William felt a little incredible.

"Yes, it's just by people." O'Connor said. "That's why this building works so perfectly."

"Perfect?"

"Yes, there has never been a problem with the operation of this building, because each floor is independent and becomes one with each other."

"You mean... The reason why we can't go down to the next layer is because each layer is independent? Bill asked.

"Yes, the design of this building is not only to make each of its floors independent, but also to make each of them fully functional." O'Connor looked at the crowd, swallowing a mouthful of saliva in his throat, and continued. "So, each layer of it needs to have enough energy..."

"How many of them are there at a time?" William asked.

"It's two or three people almost every time." O'Connor replied.

"How many people do they want?"

"It's already low consumption."

"Low consumption?" William felt incredible.

"It's... In order to ensure the basic provision of people, but also to ensure human health, and longevity..."O'Connor stretched out his hand to explain.

"Wait," Bill said. Didn't you say that they eat people! Sounds like there's something else? ”

"It's... And make sure you have enough food. ”

"Wait!" William's stomach was churning. "The food supply, what we normally eat..."

"Down here, there's a round-the-clock food production and processing facility," O'Connor said. There, in addition to the waste we excrete on a daily basis, there is abundant fertilizer, and..."

"Meat," William replied for him.

"Yes..."

Bill raised his stun baton, "Don't me, those meats..."

"Yes—" O'Connor took two steps back, some of them reacting, starting to vomit, others still waiting with their ears pricked up for answers.

"I didn't design it!" O'Connor screamed. "It's not me! I'm just in charge of designing the air ventilation and operation of the building! ”

"Wait!" William stopped the crowd from approaching O'Connor, and he looked at O'Connor, "Why are you being locked up here?" ”

"It's not just me," O'Connor breathed a sigh of relief, "and when I came, I was pretty sure I saw my colleague. ”

"Colleague?"

"Yes, I guess the builders who were involved in the design with me don't want everyone to know—"

"Leak secrets." Bill took a step forward. "So, you're just a participant in it, just like me."

"You?" William was stunned for a moment, and he looked at Bill.

"It's... I've been involved in some of the details of how the prison works. Bill looked around. It seems that the cannibalistic part is real. ”

Bill continued. "Each layer here is running autonomously, and every once in a while, each layer will rise, and until the top, it will receive full light energy and store energy, in order to ensure the operation of each layer, I have proposed that light energy cannot guarantee the energy storage demand of each layer. Even the addition of other natural energies cannot meet the needs of each layer of circulation. ”

"Wait!" William interrupted him, "So, you know how to get up and down!" ”

"Oh, I don't know." Bill shook his head, "They've made some modifications. ”

"Yes, almost all the loopholes are gone." O'Connor looked at him and said. "So, you saved us, and I once suspected that you were one of the builders."

"I doubt it too." Bill looked at William.

"Me? No way. William shook his head in denial.

"What evidence do you have?" Bill asked.

"Evidence?" William asked, confused.

"How do you know that they don't clear the lounging wooden chairs in a windy area?" O'Connor asked. "All the messages we had there, they didn't stop."

"Also, how do you know that the power of this thing can paralyze this layer." Bill raised his stun baton in his hand.

"That's your suspicion?" William thought it was a little funny.

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "Have you ever taken this electricity?"

"At least 30." Bill thought for a moment.

“27。” Church, who had been talking, replied.

“20。” O'Connor watched them look at him, and he pushed his glasses.

William looked at the people around him, and no one else answered.

"I took it at about 50Hz." William said calmly.

"Impossible."

"Impossible? You haven't been electrocuted and can't control your feces and urine, you haven't been electrocuted like that for a minute or two, and you've never been electrocuted lying on the ground and sleeping like that, right? William looked at Church, who had just said it was impossible.

Church was not angry at what William said.

"I also use feces to mark every door."

"You're the one who left the mark?!" Bill asked, surprised. "When did you stay?"

"Probably," William thought, "probably twenty days ago. ”

"More than twenty days?" Bill snapped his fingers. "If you say that, I'll understand."

"Got what?"

"I used to be in charge of floor changes, and I said it would consume more energy. But there will be an ample energy storage budget for each floor. Bill said excitedly. The fecal marks you left are still on the same floor. ”

"What? Not our floor? ”

"No, I see, the builders made a so-called modification, they did a little clever." Bill said.

"I see, they didn't use our solution!" O'Connor replied excitedly.

"No, it's not ours, it's mine." Bill looked at O'Connor. "They seem to be following your plan."

"Why do you say that?" William asked, confused.

"Where are we now?" Bill pointed up. "We'll probably have two or three more floors, and we'll get to the top floor, right?"

"How many times have you cycled?" The object of Bill's questioning was Church.

"More than thirty times, like?" Church recalled.

"Then you're so lucky, how many people are on our level?" Bill looked around. "About forty or fifty, right?"

"You don't mean to say—" O'Connor looked at Church.

"Yes, his physical condition is not up to par." Bill affirmed. "You just said that they want to have enough energy, there must be requirements, and not everyone will meet the requirements."

"My food, very standard, five meals." Bill held out his finger. "What about yours?"

"Three meals..."

"Five meals..."

"Four meals..."

The people around reported one after another.

"Friends, the three meals are here, and the four meals are here, yes! Standing in a vertical row, five meals are here. Bill said, holding up the stun baton in his hand.

"Okay, let's count, report the number, let's see how many people each are." Bill said, pointing to each of the leaders.

Everyone was reporting, and it didn't take more than a few tens of seconds.

"How many people are there for three meals?" Bill asked.

"Nine people." Church looked at his team, he was last, at the front of the group.

"Four meals."

"26 people." O'Connor replied that it was the sum of all that after bringing William.

"For five meals, bring me, a total of 18 people." Bill replied, "Take the seven more people who went down earlier." Altogether..."

"There are 60 people in total." O'Connor replied without thinking.

"So, on our floor, there are 60 people." William looked at it.

"No," Church interjected suddenly. On each floor, there are 60 people. ”

"So," William thought.

"Therefore, this building needs more than just two or three people to supply energy." O'Connor thought for a moment, then replied with a frown.

"I think so too." Bill affirmed.

"I... I don't think so. William looked at the crowd.

"Why?"

"What if we're all wrong?" William looked at the crowd. "Why do you think this building is cannibalistic?"

"Because that's what it was designed to be." O'Connor replied.

"Since—" William looked at O'Connor. At that time, Bill's energy storage scheme for each floor was cancelled and replaced by the original floor of each floor. ”

William pondered. "The builder has denied a best solution, so why can't he reject it entirely? In this way, all the loopholes are gone, and... Have you mentioned the cannibalistic plan? ”