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Liu Ye tied two finger-thick ropes around his waist, hanging quietly on the high wall, overlooking the city of white dew below.

Countless cloaks lined up along the four walls, like black poisonous mushrooms growing under towering trees in the forest. Inside the tent was a row of barbed wire, about six meters high, and countless sharp objects were hung on it to prevent slaves from sneaking in.

Inside the barbed wire fence are simple houses made of tin wooden planks, broken tiles and even mounds of earth, although in the eyes of Liu Ye, a modern person, it is still very cold, but compared with the seven or eight people outside the barbed wire and the tattered tents are already much better.

The houses became more and more complete as they went inside, and by the time they reached the center of the city, there were already small bungalows of one or two floors. In the center of Bailu City is a small white building with four floors high, standing abruptly on the ground, like a proud rooster arrogantly inspecting the ruined buildings around it.

"This should be the residence of the city lord, right?" The appearance of such a conspicuous building in such a special location is something that pigs can understand that it must be owned by the powerful people in the city.

From the scattered and layered positions of the houses, it can be seen that Bailu City also has strict hierarchical restrictions, and the center radiates from expensive to cheap to the outside.

There was no disgusting stench above the sky, and Liu Ye rarely let his nostrils relax, and the cannibalism incident had been sent by Lao Liu to sink to the bottom of the lake in his heart. Many of the slaves were chased to the city walls by vicious slave owners before they even drank a sip of human broth, and their job was to clean the stains from the walls.

It is not known who invented the method of cleaning the city walls, but it turned out to be the use of pulley devices. On the top of each side of the wall are a number of curved steel structures, on which a rope of twenty meters is suspended. There was a man at each end of the rope, and there were many cloth bags hanging from them, and the bags were filled with heavy objects such as stones and iron. If one party wants to go up or down, one party only needs to hand over the bag to the other party to adjust their weight, and they can freely control the direction.

It's just that because the distance between the two sides is too large, when you need to adjust your own weight, you can't hand the bag to the other party. At this time, people will either throw it to someone close to them on the other side, or they will throw it directly below. The former happens less often, while the latter is obviously more convenient.

As a result, this phenomenon of stationary prohibition on modern construction sites, but repeated prohibitions, occurs here from time to time. It's not that falling objects from high altitudes often hit people in tents and people walking on the road, and there is no such thing as a helmet, so there are always one or two people who are hit every day.

Most of the holes in the tent came from this way, and only a small part of them were broken for other reasons. And being hit and dying directly is the best result, if you are lucky enough not to die and survive, but when your body is disabled and you can't work, you will become the lowest meat slave.

Most of the meat slaves evolved from the slaves, who worked in such a harsh and inhuman environment, and their bodies were basically destroyed in less than five years, and they could not do the work at that time, so they could only be raised as meat slaves for the people in the city to eat.

The phenomenon of falling objects from high altitudes is not taken care of in this place at all, and human life, especially their life, is particularly cheap, and no one will stand up for you. As long as you don't make idiots and throw bags into the city, no one will look for you.

Of course, there is still a particular place to throw, everyone knows that the foreman is standing in the innermost, if he accidentally hits her, then it is not a person who suffers.

Anyway, the person who threw the stone could not be found among so many people at all, so it was generally punished by area, roughly divided from the place where the stone fell. What happened to the foreman when he was smashed into the city, and what the people were ten times worse than her.

However, although the rules are so, in practice, it is completely up to the foreman to do what he wants. There was once a new slave who did not understand the rules, was angry at the cruelty of the foreman, and deliberately threw a cloth bag to kill her when he was in the air. In the end, he only broke a hair, but let a hundred or so innocent people accompany him to fill in his life.

Therefore, when people threw stones, they all supervised each other to see if anyone was harboring misfortune and wanted to bring everyone together to bury them. Of course, the solution is generally two, who wants two people hanging on the rope, and who wants you not to find him early.

This also happened, because two slaves of the eastern city wall had a quarrel over a piece of gluttony. In order to retaliate, one of them frantically pulled the people around him together and died with these two people. That night, almost every slave on the eastern wall ate a steaming, fragrant piece of fresh human flesh with bones.

It was a punishment and a warning to other slaves. The position of the foreman does not allow them to be violated by the lowly class, and if they dare to violate, they will be repaid with their own flesh and blood and worthless life.

Gradually, a rule was formed, that is, to throw it into the meat slave area as much as possible, even if it hit them, it would be fine, and it would be just to add food to death. The Worker Slave was one level higher than the Meat Slave, which is why the further you went inside, the fewer big holes in the tent.

Only by squeezing and exploiting the cheaper lives can they have a chance to survive, but they never dare to resist the real source of their tragic fate......

At the same time, excessive wear and tear and violent wind erosion will reduce the life of the rope and steel structure, so there will be such a situation: when people are cleaning the city wall, they will often fall from the air because of the break of the rope, the breaking of the steel structure or both, and die with a whimper.

And this method actually has a drawback: in order for the person who goes up next time to be able to do things conveniently, there is no need to climb up the road with great effort, and be pulled up directly by the force of the fall, it is necessary to have one person always be suspended from the wall, and the other end is pressed with heavy stones.

Until someone came to change shifts, pulled a rope from the bottom of the stone and tied it around his waist. Due to uneven gravity, the lighter side will go up and the heavier side will go down. Then adjust the length of the rope, and the person who hangs can be replaced by the person waiting below to rest, and the person who hangs on the top after a long time is called the hanging shift.

The probability of falling to death is the greatest when on duty, especially at night, there will be some mutated birds to eat their bodies, and the next morning you can often see that the place where people were still hanging yesterday has become a forest of white bones, so the hanging shift is also privately called the hanging life class by the worker slaves.

And the distribution of the hanging shift is basically controlled by the respective foreman supervisors according to their own will, Liu Ye happened to be assigned to the hanging shift today, it seems that his non-buying behavior today has angered that humanoid meat ball and wants to punish him.

Of course, this kind of punishment is useless to him, he has wings and he doesn't care about this height at all, he can leave here anytime and anywhere. It's just that Liu Ye doesn't want to leave yet, there are still some things in this city that he needs to explore.

Looking at everything around him with a sigh, he really didn't expect that this city, which looked very beautiful on the outside, would be so cold-blooded and cruel on the inside, as ruthless as its bones.

The people around him were busy on the high wall, and Liu Ye was just pretending, wiping and wiping at will. Although his other partner kept signaling to him to change directions, he just ignored it slowly. With so many people, unless the other party keeps staring at him, who can find out that such a person is lazy.

However, among the many slaves, Liu Ye dared to do this. Any act of daring to resist has been deeply ingrained in their bones under the whipping of the whip and the horror of death, just like the lowly servility in their hearts.

"Ahh "Ahh

The two screams sounded almost at the same time, and the ropes used by a pair of partners on Liu Ye's left finally couldn't withstand their weight and broke from it, leaving a frightened and frightened sound in the air and falling straight down, and after a while, Lao Liu's keen ears heard two sounds like pieces of meat being smashed into meat puree below.

The person working on the white wall only looked back slightly, and there was still a glint of hope in his eyes, so he continued to work and stopped paying attention. This happens several times a day, so what's there to see? And these people who fall down every day, maybe after the women themselves eat it themselves, they will give themselves a little more human flesh as a reward.

It is not known whether the rope broke naturally or artificially, but the two people who fell down seem to have just had an argument with the people on the other side of the Western Wall yesterday...... Whatever, it has nothing to do with Lao Tzu! Anyway, as long as there is something to eat, I don't care who dies or who lives!

People are working hard to live, only food is the most important, and life is the most wonderful. Compassion, sympathy, solidarity, mutual aid, and all the good morals that have been praised in the past are not even comparable to a maggot on carrion in a world that has been abused by nuclear war.

At this moment, Lao Liu understood what the so-called miracle of the world in human history was, and it was undeniable that whether it was the Golden Pagoda or the Hanging Garden, or even the Great Wall, it was a great miracle in the history of architecture. But compared to what he has seen and heard today, Lao Liu prefers to believe that the so-called miracle should be more of a miracle of killing than a miracle of architecture.

Those buildings of the wonders of the world were built in the context of the current level of civilization, and now just the work of cleaning a city wall has been piled up with bones, so how many lives are there to fill in the completion of those miracles. It is no wonder that some people have said that behind every great building in history is the blood and lives of one or more suffering people.