Even after more than two centuries of demonic invasion, humans are still the masters of this world.

But interestingly, the price of humans is not that expensive.

A young and strong lad can only sell for less than 100 pounds, and the older one, or something wrong, is even cheaper.

Legend has it that there is a mysterious channel through which it is worth more to take people apart and sell their entrails separately than to sell them alive intact.

However, few people have come into contact with this channel, and many people understand the reason for this, but they have heard that the Academy of Life Sciences has developed a technology that can sew one person's organs into another person's body more than ten years ago.

Of course, rumors are rumors after all.

In the current 'selling' circle, the most valuable people are still young men and girls.

The more beautiful the girl, the more expensive, and the younger the boy, the more expensive.

There are also custom-made manifests that include a photo, and the closer it looks to the photo, the more expensive it is.

In short, a thousand oddities.

No trafficker would ever ask where these orders came from, and no ship would want to know where the shipment would be delivered once it was unloaded.

They just know that when some people's rights and wealth have accumulated to a certain extent, they will not be nostalgic for those normal ways of enjoyment.

It has also been said before that pet ownership is very popular in the lower middle class, so in some upper classes, or transcendent classes, raising people. Probably also popular. Of course, there may also be various strange uses such as playing with people, eating people, creating people, etc., which is not important anyway.

The underground of Crawford's capital turnover company is a human sales gathering place with good performance, and all the goods sold here are high-end goods.

That is, the type that does not open for half a year and eats for half a year.

Therefore, it is very rare for more than a dozen goods to be shipped out of the warehouse together like today.

"Why is the supply so large these days?"

A stout rough man laboriously stuffed a slender man into a wooden box, then filled it with thick straw and cotton wool, and covered it with a partition and a row of valuable glass.

During the whole process, the thin man did not open his eyes, and the sound of heavy breathing meant that he slept very deeply, and he probably wouldn't wake up for three or five days.

Another person was carrying wooden boxes onto a conveyor belt, which would stealthily transport the goods to a transport warehouse more than 100 meters away, and he heard his colleague's inquiry, looked around, and made sure that everyone else was concentrating on their work, and did not notice this, so he whispered:

"I heard that there may be a big event in London recently, so the goods that should be shipped must be shipped out quickly, and the boss is estimated to leave the city within a few days and go to another place."

"Oh, just go out and hide for a while." The other person picked up a young girl again: "However, where did you find so many goods, and . . . What kind of day is it, why haven't I heard? ”

"Oh, it's not easy to find the goods, the three layers above are all moneylenders, who has relatives, who has power, which unlucky guy is a lonely man with no father and no mother, the loan list is written, find a few and catch it directly, anyway, it's common to lose someone this year.

As for what you're talking about, that's a big day. We're just working, don't ask. ”

The other person felt that it made sense, nodded, and then put the girl in his hand into the wooden box.

With that, the basement fell silent again, and the whole space was a little stuffy due to the soundproofing, except for the occasional hum of steam from the conveyor belt.

However, it is precisely because of the sound insulation treatment that the people inside cannot hear the sound outside.

So, no one knows what's going on out there at this moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The gunshots rang out one after another, and the darkness continued to burst out of the blinding fire!

The entire corridor was dark, and about 5 minutes earlier, all the lights in the building had suddenly gone out, presumably the gas lamp pipes had been destroyed.

Someone hacked into the Crawford Debt Company.

I don't know which force the other party is, I don't know how many people the other party has dispatched, and I don't even know if the other party is a person, only a sudden call, on the phone, a voice shouted in great panic, 'Help, help me', and then there was a busy sound.

In the darkness in front of us, something was hidden, in those invisible shadows; There are fewer and fewer people around, but I don't know how they are decreasing.

Originally, there were nearly 20 people, each with a gun in their hand, no matter what it was, as long as they showed up, they would definitely be shot into a sieve in an instant.

However, before you know it, the number of people becomes 15, then 13.

Everyone began to panic and began to retreat little by little, until they all hid in the innermost room of the hallway.

The number of people became 10.

Half of the people disappeared, silently, no screams, no calls for help, nothing, sometimes they were still talking to each other one second, but the next moment there was no response, and when they turned around, there was an empty space behind them, and the person seemed to be quietly swallowed up by the darkness.

The ignorant used roars to hide their fear, so the rest began to shout loudly, began to fire desperately in front of them, began to use the flame of the muzzle of the gun to gain a temporary sense of security.

And then the roar also died down, five people, three people, until the end. There was only one person left.

He held a pistol without bullets, huddled in the corner of the room, the smell of blood gradually appeared in the smoke, the wall behind him became sticky, it seemed that blood was flowing down from the ceiling, ticking, hot liquid splashed on his face, and he did not dare to wipe it, just shivered, waiting for the unknown horror to come.

Finally the horror came.

Footsteps appeared, little by little, towards this direction.

The frightened man shoved himself into the corner with all his might, staring at the direction from which the footsteps were coming with his frightened eyes, feeling the sound of light from far and near, until he was close at last, he saw a man, or something horrible with a human silhouette, enter the room, his feet on the floor, as if every step pulled up the viscous silky plasma.

He held his breath for fear of being discovered by the other party.

Still, he was spotted, and the demon slowly turned his head sideways, his blood-red eyes looking down at him softly, condescendingly in the darkness.

At this moment, he only felt that the muscles in his whole body were going to spasm, and he almost screamed and rushed out!

Fortunately, his weak legs didn't let him get his wish.

As for the demon. Apparently not wanting to pay much attention to him, he just continued to walk a few steps forward until he reached the bookshelf on the other side of the room.

And in its hands, it seems to be dragging something heavy

"That's it?" The demon asked

Immediately after, a hoarse voice replied with difficulty but extremely hurriedly: "Yes, yes, please pull up"

The hairs of the man in the corner exploded, and he realized that the demon had been holding a person in his hands, a person who was still alive!

(Actually, I don't know why, I have 2000 words per chapter, and I write very carefully, 6000 words a day, it should be a lot, why do you think it is less?) Woo woo ~ ~)

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