Chapter 307
The floors on the ground must require walls, otherwise you will not be able to build higher floors. This is common sense.
But it is not necessarily needed underground.
According to the provisions of the World Security Law, with current technology, any tall building can only be built with a maximum depth of minus 50 floors.
Furthermore, the underground is completely impermeable to sunlight for a long time, and the soil is moist. Various kinds of rare germs will emerge in an endless stream.
Because of the atmospheric pressure of the mantle, it will be very unsuitable for human habitation.
As long as we live for the last three or five years, then the humans living in this environment look like mutated people who have been'cared for' by nuclear radiation.
And those greedy real estate developers in Wild Wolf Harbor, in order to be able to maximize their benefits.
On the surface of a building, they only build a negative three 10th layer.
But they will take the downward path of the elevator and dig deeper.
The construction team can take the elevator to get through the 31st and 32nd floors...and so on.
Digging the opened compartments a little bit to make it look like a room, they can clap their hands and leave it alone.
It doesn't matter whether these mud rooms will cause a collapse.
However, there are more humans who have no fixed homes in Wild Wolf Harbor, vying for such a cheap place.
Sleeping on the road is a very dangerous thing. No one can guarantee whether your body organs will still exist when you wake up on the second day.
Soon, Mike found the store he wanted.
78th floor underground, room -7801, with a small plaque hanging at the door.
Looking up, the neon plaque reads the four characters'mechanical transplantation'.
The three words "mechanical shift" are not bright, only the diode behind "zhi" is still struggling on whilst at death's door, so the word "zhi" becomes flickering Dimmed.
Mike is too lazy to think about whether this is because of insufficient power supply or because of aging wiring.
He knocked on the door symbolically, then pushed in.
The house is full of various rotten smells. Where Mike's eyes can be seen, there are discarded human organs and rusty iron mechanical parts everywhere.
This is like a garbage dump.
At a table in the middle of the garbage dump, he saw an old man in a scrawny white coat.
The old man was concentrating on writing and drawing. In the scratch paper on the table, Mike saw countless design concept sketches about human body dissection.
Mike didn't dare to bother too much, so he could only stand by and wait for him to finish.
During this period, Mike caught a glimpse of the old man's water glass and licked his lips instinctively.
He hurried all the way to this point, and his mouth was a little dry.
Just after looking in the moved towards cup, he suddenly nauseated.
The bodies of various flies, mosquitoes and small insects are floating in the water cup.
In the next instant, the old man's movements made his scalp numb.
I saw him gently holding up the water glass, without even looking at it, he raised his head and drank it.
With the corpses of those flies and mosquitoes.
"Oh..." Although it was impolite to gag in front of others, Mike almost couldn't help it.
Fortunately, I tried my best to cover my mouth with my hand to suppress the thought of vomiting.
"Don’t be nauseated, this glass of water is very fresh, I filled it three days ago, these are all protein." Nick looked up and smiled, his face was thin with almost no fat, thin. His cheekbones stand out when he smiles, like zombie in a horror movie.
Mike Gan laughed and respectfully said: "Dear Mr. Nick, I would like to ask you to replace my prosthesis. Here is three thousand world coins, I will transfer it to you now."
He pressed the bump on his wrist, and a series of data got into Nick's wrist.
Although the environment of this machine transplant shop looks terrible, it wins because of its cheap price.
On the market, a formal mechanical transplant shop, even the simplest finger prosthesis, requires at least five-figure world coins.
Even in an illegal transplant shop, he needs to replace a whole mechanical spine with a condition like his, at least eight thousand.
And here, in Old Nick's private clinic.
It only takes three thousand.
Excluding the most basic food and housing expenses, he only needs to save for half a year.
Mike doesn't know how long his spine can withstand, but he can only do this now, and his spine will wear out.
But Mike knew that he must not save enough money to go to a regular transplant shop to replace a mechanical spine.
He will not survive that day.
"Old Nick always collects money to do things. Old Nick pays the most attention to integrity. Just leave it to Old Nick to do it." Nick slowly raised the table to his feet, his thin body like a bamboo pole, watching I always fall over whenever I get up.
If it wasn't that he really didn't want to step into the pile of rotting human organs, Mike would really like to go up and help him.
"Come on, lie on this chair... Don’t worry, this chair is the cleanest equipment in the store. Nick will clean up."
Mike followed Nick's fingers and looked at a recliner.
Indeed, although old, it looks clean.
Mike leaned on his back.
"Lie down straighter." Nick said.
Mike endured the piercing pain caused by the tightness of the spine and gritted his teeth to straighten his back.
Nick pressed the button of the recliner.
Several robotic arms were lowered and pressed tightly on Mike's limbs.
The current Mike is the fish on the chopping board and is left to be slaughtered.
My eyes can't see the situation behind, but I can hear Nick [email protected]@ looking for the surgical instrument and the metal crashing in my ears.
Just listening to this voice is indeed frightening.
Here, just the two of them.