The Death Knell

From the overseer’s constant nonsense, the death knell got a detailed answer, where are the well-informed bars, where are the high-quality prostitutes, and where are the high-end restaurants.

Regardless of whether the questioner Su Ming wants to know, the supervisor said enthusiastically, the kind without reservation.

And after getting a can of food as a thank you, the strong man offered a lot of good words, but Su Ming had already taken Liana away in the steam.

The overseer was very class-conscious. Strangling told the host that even if the two of them walked away, he respectfully watched them leave with a smile, and until they could no longer see their backs, he waved the whip dipped in salt water to drive the tools to go to work.

It's just that his smile is extremely stiff, like a mask that can be changed at any time, coming fast and going too fast, he doesn't seem to have his own mind, just numbly running the bosses' rules.

"The steampunk city is like this. The biggest difference compared to cyberpunk is the mental outlook of people." Su Ming walks in the rugged alleys, and will encounter horizontal copper pipes and airways from time to time. It is very difficult to move around. Convenient, he just chatted with the students by the way.

"It's because of the lack of chemical bliss and electronic bliss." Mike also knows it well. After all, he is also the Supreme Master: "I can see that the lower-level workers here have no leisure activities at all. They even forget that they are human. It has become a tool completely."

Liana has seen the world of cyberpunk, and Xili took her to a place called Night City to play.

Although the company dog ​​there is also a sad existence of squeezed labor, at least after get off work, they can use various drugs and super dreams to paralyze themselves, obtain spiritual comfort, and the choice of entertainment methods far exceeds the number of choices here.

The teacher was right, the more choices, the happier people.

"The tools of obedience are cultivated. For example, if the parents of workers who are obedient are brought together, their children will also be very docile, so that from generation to generation, the final breeding result is these that do not even need their own names. Tools. As for those who disobey, they are all on the rails."

Su Ming nodded and walked towards the new city with the secret guest. This city made up of countless land high-altitude platforms looks like an irregular ‘Tian’ shape, and the prosperous area is close to its central area.

The living environment is of course linked to money. The richer, the better the living environment. This is the same in many worlds.

But here, the rich can only receive a little education, the poor or tools are not qualified, they only need labor.

If you want to inquire about things in the wilderness outside the city, you should at least ask someone who is educated.

"It sounds like an American farmer cultivating black slaves." Liana smiled. She looked up at the sky. Through the narrow alleys, all she could see was steam. The so-called sky was a slightly brighter strip. Of the seams.

"The workers here are essentially slaves. It's just another way of saying it." The death knell said with a smile, and shook his head: "In this way, I am so kind to the extraterrestrial workers in Wilson's enterprise. Give them a broth and suddenly feel like a Virgin."

This is about the Star Wars World. Wilson Enterprise is doing some work as a "state-owned enterprise" of the Galactic Empire.

"Hee hee, you are good teacher, we are all good people."

The secret guest didn't think that a meal of broth was a big problem, and there was nothing wrong with treating the friendly and meek aliens with a little bit of sweetness.

Killing a group of disobedients, drawing in a group of obedients, and suppressing a group of people who ride on the fence are all the differentiation strategies taught by the teacher.

The two masters and disciples just talked and laughed while walking in the steam-filled city. The air was full of the smell of rust and moisture. Soon, the road under their feet became spacious and smooth.

Even if the mist is still hazy in front of them, they know that they should be close to the next area.

When a warm gust of wind blew away and the obnoxious steam was blown away, a bare brass-colored square appeared in front of the two of them.

The center of the square is not a monument or a fountain, not a flowerbed or a grassland, but a huge copper blast furnace that runs through the ground. Around this furnace, people come and go nearby, so it's so lively.

Although the people here are better dressed and have shoes, they have the same expressions and numb eyes, and everyone is in a hurry, repeating similar things.

Get out of the steam in a certain alley and disappear into another alley that compensates for the steam.

No one is playing in the square, and there are no hawkers who set up stalls. If there is anything more than the previous slums, then there should be a lot of guards wearing brass breastplates, carrying arquebuses and machetes. .

They patrolled the square with bravery, even if there was nothing to look at, they continued to urge the pedestrians to speed up.

On the walls, you can see some exaggerated prints in the style of the industrial age, with titles such as ‘The City Needs You! ’,’Workers, speed up production! ’, ‘work more, think less’ and other good propaganda.

"It seems that the people living nearby are skilled workers. Compared to those laborers living in the periphery, at least they may know some characters and need to use some brainwashing methods."

Su Ming and the girl crossed the square together, and the destination has to move on. There are no commercial facilities around here, just various factories, which are not worth paying attention to. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

"The painting is good, it has a sense of time." The secret guest also took a few glances at the prints hanging on the brass walls around the square, and she tucked up the broken hair that fell on her forehead: "It's the fact that I am now in control of this Someone in the city is a little interested."

"Then you will definitely be disappointed when you see it, because you are a fat-headed capitalist. If you want to watch it, wait until you return to the 40K Earth and go to the TVA to send it to Victorian London."

Speaking of this, Su Ming seemed to remember something suddenly, and raised his eyebrows at the girl:

"By the way, don't forget to watch a British show with children drilling chimneys. It is the show that best reflects the style of capital society."

"Uh, it doesn't sound like a good show."

The secret guest is a little confused about what the teacher said, but the girl knows that things that can be called a good show by this man are often very dark.

After passing through the square, even if both of them were holding revolvers, the guards did not mean to stop them, but watched them heading to the central area with a smile, very polite and friendly.

After passing through some more spacious passages that can be called streets, the master and apprentice successfully arrived at a market, a market in the true sense.

Here, the first thing the secret guest sees is all kinds of people who are being trafficked, and they are really sold as tools, and even the cages for holding slaves are not used. It is so convenient.

The vendors here have expressions. They spit on selling their products, and even blush with neighbor vendors in order to be louder than anyone else.

The secret guest let out a sigh of relief and relaxed. She looked for the bar the supervisor said, and said to the teacher:

"Finally, I saw people who look like living people. This world is really choking."