Char's consciousness left her body and floated below the ceiling.

Char found that in the state of "dream wandering", his thinking speed was faster and his brain was clearer.

"It should be the benefit of meditation." Char's consciousness looked at the flesh sitting cross-legged on the bed, maintaining a strange yoga pose.

Char still hadn't thought of a way to make money.

"In this day and age, it's really hard to make money."

Char secretly sighed, and when she came to the bathroom, she found a stain on the ceiling.

Tick tock...

A dark red liquid trickled down the cracks in the walls, emitting a foul stench.

"What's going on upstairs?" Char's brows furrowed slightly, a little dissatisfied.

He suddenly found that he had lived in this old apartment for a long time, but he had never seen other neighbors, and he didn't even know whether the tenants upstairs were male or female.

In this era when the Internet is developed and information exchange is so convenient, neighborhood relations have become more indifferent.

"The more information is developed, the fewer channels there are to get real information. The more convenient the way of communication, the less communication between people, and the more lonely people's hearts? Char smiled wryly.

How ironic!

Char's consciousness passed through the ceiling to the upstairs room.

The room was pitch black, all the lights were out, and the curtains were tightly drawn.

There were many small black dots squirming on the floor and walls, and Char took a closer look and suddenly his scalp was numb!

There are dense cockroaches everywhere.

A disgusting stench came from the bathroom, and Char's heart tightened, although he didn't enter the bathroom, he could already predict the scene inside.

The tenant of this room, most likely, is dead, the body is in the bathroom, I don't know how long it has been dead, no one cares.

Knock knock!

Just as Char was hesitating to enter the bathroom, a sharp knock on the door woke him up, and his consciousness was pulled back into his body.

Char opened the door and found a tall man in a brown and yellow jacket, sunglasses, a shaved head, and a fierce face.

Behind him were two young men with colorful hair, nose studs, and tattoos on their arms.

The three men knew at a glance that they were gangsters from a nearby neighborhood.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" Char's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't want to deal with the gangsters.

The bald man at the head was very rude, pushed Char's thin body away, broke into the room, sat on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed, and sneered: "Char, what are you pretending to be stupid?" I'm your landlord, Locke, and although we've only met once, you won't even forget my name! ”

"The landlord..."

Char vaguely remembered that the gangster leader in front of him was indeed his landlord.

The buildings in the upper echelons of Hope City are almost all controlled by the federal government and big business.

The buildings of the lower cities were controlled by gangs and churches.

Char's neighborhood is controlled by an organization called "Exiles".

Locke is the small leader of the exiles, and he is responsible for the rent of this old apartment building.

"Char, I received your email, in view of your good performance in the past, your rent this month, I have made an exception to help you extend it for three days. It's due today, you either pay the rent or get out! ”

Locke's fingers tapped lightly on his sunglasses, and a holographic projection of the bill appeared in front of Char.

Char recognized that Locke was wearing the latest holographic glasses, a pair of at least 50,000 federal currency.

"Your rent for this month is 2200. To be honest, it's not a lot of money, and it's not even worth the trip I make. Locke looked Char up and down, a sneer on his lips.

T-shirts, jeans, sunken eyes, haggard face. What he despises the most is Char's abandoned house that is addicted to the online virtual world.

"2200..."Char couldn't help but smile bitterly. He is a well-known hermit, but he is distressed by this rent.

"That's... I've been a little short of money lately, can I give me another grace day, I just need one day. Char lowered her head and muttered quietly.

Locke didn't answer, waved his hand, and the two thugs immediately came over, sandwiched Char between left and right, pushed out the door, and said with a cruel smile: "For those who pay their debts, we have a way." For example, we can introduce you to a good job... You're pretty good, and the priests of the Starlight Society will love it. You only need to work a few nights and not only pay off the month's rent, but also make some money! ”

"You..."

From their lewd smiles, Char understood their words, and her face immediately turned red.

"Rubbish!"

Locke looked disdainful and spat on the ground.

Subsequently, Char was taken to the door of the upstairs room by two thugs.

Knock knock!

Locke stepped forward and knocked the door, but there was no response from inside.

Char swallowed a mouthful of spit and whispered, "There may be an accident upstairs, and blood seeps down the bathroom." ”

Locke's face changed when he heard this, and he kicked the door open and rushed in.

Soon, Locke walked out with his nose covered and said to his two men, "You call the cleaner and clean it up." Remember, don't notify the police. I don't want the next tenant to know that someone has died in the house. ”

"Sure enough, it's dead..."Char was glad that he hadn't entered the bathroom and saw the horrible corpse.

"Char, come with me..."

Locke's face was gloomy and he beckoned to Char.

Char didn't say a word, and followed behind Locke, and the two came to the rooftop of the apartment building.

Locke stood at the edge of the building, looking down at the forty-seventh floor.

On the dirty streets, pedestrians are as small as ants.

Locke looked up, the skyscrapers of the upper city obscured the sky, and even from the rooftop, he could only see the narrow lead-gray sky.

His location is equivalent to the middle of Hope City.

It is much higher than the poor at the bottom, but in the eyes of the rich, it is still a lower-class city.

"Here's a cigarette, it's overcooked." Locke pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Char.

"I'm not in the habit of smoking." Char shook her head and refused.

"Good." Locke's gray eyes stared at Char, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

"Your upstairs tenant is Eli, about your age, and a child. I remember his smile, it was sunny. He died, it was suicide. Locke lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, squinting his eyes and exhaling the smoke.

"Suicide? Why? Char was stunned and asked.

"He's addicted to the Internet, he's addicted to drugs, and he's borrowed a loan shark," Locke sighed, "It's my fault." He begged me bitterly, and I lent him a loan shark, but I didn't expect to hurt him. In fact, there are only 20,000... What is this money compared to his life? ”