Chapter 120: Grotesque City (20)

The attendant stood on tiptoe, anxious to see what was going on inside.

Fortunately, Yang Zong's concealment was effective, and the landlady probably didn't expect a thief to sneak in through the window at night. She slept so deeply that she collapsed on the bed in a large figure, and her snoring was deafening.

Yang Zong looked at the bunch of keys she put on the pillow, and he didn't dare to come out. He swallowed, his Adam's apple trembled, closed his eyes, and quickly reached out and took the set of keys from the landlord.

In order to prevent the keys from colliding and making a sound, Yang Zong almost used all his strength, green tendons appeared on the back of his hand, pinched the bunch of keys in his hand, and quickly jumped out of the window.

"It worked! Hahaha! The attendant couldn't help but cheer when he saw this scene, and he almost only touched the ground on tiptoe at the end, as if he was dancing a ballet.

Yang Bai looked at this scene, his face turned pale, and there was already a trace of fear in his pupils.

But Yang Zong had already come out at this time, he took the set of keys in his hand, and asked anxiously, "Shall we go directly to 203 now?" ”

The attendant said: "Go directly, what are you waiting for, waiting for the old woman to wake up and kill someone." ”

Yang Zong: "Okay, I hope I can go out." "He didn't want to stay in this weird world for a second longer.

Seeing this, Yang Bai could only hold back the doubts and fears in his heart, and focused on going out.

They rushed from the first floor to the second floor, all the way to 203.

Yang Zong said: "Are the tenants before 203 the masters who created this city? Who the hell is he, and why I have never heard of such a dangerous heresy in Huaicheng. ”

Yang Bai sighed: "Brother, didn't you look at the time when you came in." The big screen in the center of the city said that it was a hundred years ago, in 1990, how do we know? ”

Yang Zong: "In 1990? ”

He looked left and right, looking at this narrow, dim and crooked building with a slanting earth, and then at the new building next to it, growing like a giant beast, and suddenly felt ridiculous: "It's outrageous, there are all newly built houses next to it, but the people here are all crammed into a coffin room of less than ten square meters." Is there a disease. ”

The attendant took the set of keys, compared them one by one, listened to their conversation and said disapprovingly: "It's good to have some to live." According to the current policy, you will not be able to buy the living people's houses and the dead people's graveyards in the future. Oh no, not many people can afford the cemetery now. ”

Yang Zong: "How much is the cemetery now?" ”

Attendant: "Tens of thousands, people can buy a place to put an urn after working for a lifetime." How interesting, to live a lifetime just to save enough coffin books for yourself, hahaha. ”

Yang Zong couldn't say anything: "What does the local government here think?" The attendant finally found the key to 203, he seemed to be in a very good mood, and in Yang Bai's increasingly frightened face, he chatted with Yang Zong, who was unaware.

He didn't speak in a tone that looked like a Stranger from the Anomalies who would never worry about money. On the contrary, like a young man working in a newspaper, he can see the development of the times, but he is helpless in it.

This kind of intellectuals have a common problem, that is, they are self-righteous and like to talk to others.

Inserting the key into the lock hole, the attendant sneered.

"Do you think the Huaicheng government wants to do this? There's no money. After the reform of the tax-sharing system a few years ago, all the money was handed over to the central government. The local area is poor, with less than 50% of the money, and is responsible for 80% of the affairs, and has to engage in education, medical care, and construction. Fortunately, the central government has given it a way out, and the local government can keep all the money from land sales to itself, so that it can only engage in land finance. ”

"Originally, the government sold land at a high price, and the black-hearted developers had to make several times as much oil and water. The house price is comparable to the sky-high price, and a house locks people for a lifetime. ”

When he said this, he pouted: "In the end, it is the common people who suffer." ”

The attendant suddenly raised his head, his eyes were extremely dark, and he stared at Yang Zong faintly: "What about you guys, is the house expensive now?" ”

Yang Zong: "It's okay, it's not as terrifying as you are now." ”

The attendant was stunned and said strangely: "Oh, this is a little different from what I thought." ”

The attendant opened the lock and pushed the door open, and dust came in his face. The space inside is still very narrow, a bed, a desk, a cabinet, a chair and nothing.

The attendant's eyes swelled with a kind of fanatical greed, and the smile on his face became more and more pleasant, he turned his head and said, "Look for it, see if you can find the words left by the owner of the space." ”

Yang Zong nodded, he chatted with his attendant while looking for it, probably out of danger, and felt that he could finally go out. Yang Zong relaxed and complained about everything here: "I have never lived in this kind of house in my life, and I really don't know how the tenants here live." ”

The attendant said, "Some eat, some drink, and some sleep, and the day will not pass." ”

Yang Zongdao: "Isn't this just like the walking dead?!" ”

The attendant laughed strangely and said sarcastically: "Yes, I think the same as you, isn't it a walking dead to live like this." But the boss I worked for, the old man, told me that a generation has a generation's burden and mission. Our generation only needs to bear a mortgage that has not been paid off for fifty years, hahaha, how good, to be a house slave for a lifetime, in order to benefit the people who come after. ”

His face twitched with a twist, and he spouted his selfish thoughts with malice.

"Fuck it, whoever wants to bless the people behind me, I want to be happy myself."

Yang Zong was dumbfounded, he found out, the attendant was a little cynical, and persuaded: "You can't say that, if it weren't for the efforts of the previous generation, everyone might still be living in war in this era." ”

The attendant was stunned, shook his head and said: "Don't worry, I'm not as extreme as you think, isn't there a common saying, you can't blame the society for your back, and you can't blame the government for your life." ”

"I'm just the one who grabs the real estate outlet and makes a lot of money. For example, my landlord, her building was originally an old house of less than 40 square meters, and in order to make more money, she forced to build four floors. After the developer gave up on her, everyone laughed at her, saying that she stole chickens and rice. As a result, the landlord changed this into Changming Mansion for rent, and he still made money every day, and he was so rich! ”

"Just such a greedy, vicious, selfish old woman, relying on a crooked building, she will not worry about eating and drinking in this life. We work diligently, and we have to look at her face. ”

The more the attendant spoke, the redder his eyes became: "As for those real estate developers, it is even more disgusting." They are obviously a cancer of society, exploiting policy loopholes, sucking the blood of the country, looting the people's fat and ointment, and making money that does not belong to them! As a result, he was also considered a hero and a successful person by a group of people! ”

"Why! Why should this group of tumors be respected by the society! ”

He scolded the capitalists again and again, but the expression on his face was more like a twisted jealousy and coveting than hatred and insults. He doesn't hate the developers who inflated the price of real estate and sucked people's blood, but hated why he was not a developer.

Yang Zong looked at him and suddenly sensed a kind of depression that he had never experienced before. At first, he thought that what was suffocating about this Changming Mansion was the narrow corridors, dim light and cold interpersonal relationships.

But at this time, hearing these words from the mouth of his follower, he experienced a kind of social atmosphere and spiritual suffocation.

The emerging high-rise building next to Changming Mansion is like a microcosm of an era. This was a turbulent era when land policies were first issued and real estate was turbulent.

Every grain of sand of the era that falls on a person is a mountain. The gap between the rich and the poor is widening because of the continuous widening of buildings, and developers are like vultures and hyenas speculating on real estate.

Everyone in this is in turmoil and chaos, losing their understanding of money, life, and dreams. Depressed, impetuous, chaotic. What is money, what is a dream, when you witness the people around you jump into the property market one by one and get rich overnight, all the persistence in your heart becomes a fragile bubble. It turns out that a house can break your wings and trap your whole life.

After talking about it now, Yang Zong suddenly woke up, how wrong the conversation just now was. They came from a hundred years later, and Huaicheng at that time had long since lost this suffocating atmosphere. And they are the Adepts, and the Avatars are not short of money.

"Brother......

A voice came from behind him.

Yang Zong turned his head, only to find that Yang Bai had not actually followed up from beginning to end.

Yang Bai stood at the door with a pale face, a bloodless face, his eyes full of fear, staring at him.

"Brother......

Yang Zongru fell into the ice cellar, and goosebumps appeared on his arms little by little. He stiffened in place, not daring to look back.

And the attendants in the back looked at this scene, grinned, and did not hide it. It was very strange for him to stand on tiptoe, and it was a very strange thing for a grown man to walk on tiptoe, especially since he was still hunched over, cowering and bizarre.

The attendant said: "My dream now is a suite, although the story magazine has collapsed, but the essay contest of "Little Mouth Storytelling" has not ended, it is a lot of money, and the first place has tens of thousands. But the radio station said that my submission was incomplete, and there were ten articles in the grotesque city, and I obviously saw Cheng Xiaoqi put the manuscript in the drawer, why is there no more now? ”

"You can help me find it." The attendant laughed faintly.

【Category section:Story King】

[Goblin Name: Plagiarist]

[Goblin Level: Grade A]

[Overview: When plagiarists appear, don't trust anyone around you.] 】

Now Yang Zong and Yang Bai know exactly who this person is. The tenant who never appeared, who lived in Changming Mansion 303, Wang Xiaopang.

Yang Bai retreated. Wang Xiaopang tiptoed and picked up a book casually from the side.

He opened a book casually, stared at Yang Bai with gloomy eyes, walked over on tiptoe, laughed strangely and said, "Strangers, you are so fragrant, but I don't have time to eat you now, I want a house more." ”

"You don't want to come here." Yang Bai's face changed drastically, and he suddenly screamed.

Wang Xiaopang's face changed suddenly, his face was twisted and hideous, and he roared: "Shut up! Do you want to wake up that old woman! ”

Wang Xiaopang was afraid that he would roar, so he stood on tiptoe, and slapped the book in his hand directly at Yang Bai's head.

"No!" Yang Bai let out a painful scream, but the open book was like a mouth, and it actually bit Yang Bai's head alive. Little by little, blood dripped from the open pages, and the sound of chewing bones and flesh rang out. A living person was dragged into the book by a force, and the blood flowed down.

Yang Zong was stupid by the scene of books eating people, and he didn't dare to move.

Wang Xiaopang turned his head and said resentfully: "Find the remaining two articles for me, and I will let you go." ”

Yang Zong nodded hurriedly: "Good, good, good." ”

Wang Xiaopang gasped and said, "I installed a monitor here for him, you can rummage through the cabinet for me." ”

"No problem, no problem." Yang Zong was already six gods and had no master, and he didn't know what to do at all.

He was so weak that he couldn't stand on his feet, so he finally crouched on the ground and searched, and he saw a discarded page of paper under the table.

Yang Zong was stunned: "I, I seem to have found it!" ”

Wang Xiaopang was overjoyed and turned his head and rushed over.

Yang Zong flipped the page out and saw the name on it clearly.

The ninth chapter of the grotesque city.

The Eyes of Others, the Tongues of Others

Chapter 121: Grotesque City (21)

Wang Xiaopang looked at the crooked handwriting on the scratch paper, his eyes shrank into a dot with excitement, and he grabbed it with a wave of his hand.

"That's it! That's it! Hahaha, I found it! ”

Wang Xiaopang clutched the page tightly and danced happily.

He had no interest in the story at all, he was a thief who stole other people's work, and all he wanted was the prize money and his own house, so he didn't see it and stuffed it in his pocket.

Yang Zongchang breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and squeezed out a flattering smile: "I helped you find the manuscript, you ...... You can leave me alone now. He couldn't hide his fear, and he laughed more than he cried.

Wang Xiaopang turned his head, stared at him condescendingly, stared at him for a while, and he suddenly squatted down, sniffed Yang Zong like a dog, and then showed a smile and said strangely.

"Spare you? If I let you go, where can you go? The wind of "Spring City" sows seeds in you, do you know what kind of fragrance you smell like? Like meaty. It's so fragrant, just smelling you makes my saliva stick. If you don't die in my belly, you will be eaten by other tenants when you walk out of this room. ”

Yang Zong was already so frightened that tears fell, and his voice trembled: "I can run far, I can run out of Changming Mansion." ”

Wang Xiaopang said compassionately: "You are crazy, as soon as you leave the Changming Mansion, you will be divided by those people in the city." ”

Yang Zong's face turned pale, and his whole person trembled.

Wang Xiaopang's words completely interrupted his naïve thoughts, standing in front of him was "The Man Walking on Tiptoe", and the story of Changming Mansion is far more than this, and the city outside is a group of monsters.

If he stays in the Changming Mansion, he will die, and if he leaves the Changming Mansion, he will also die. Ever since he was pulled into this world, the owner of the space didn't want him to live.

"No...... There's always a way...... There's always a way to get out. ”