Global Collapse-Chapter 626 - 594: Vacuum Collapse_1

The purpose of these tools was clearly evident. Nearby, on the edge of the roof, large handcrafted items made with these tools were dangling.

There was a framework assembled from iron rods, somewhat resembling the clotheslines used to dry quilts outside dormitory buildings. But what hung on the clothesline before them were not quilts, but huge, transparent vacuum bags. Gu Mian often saw these types of packaging bags in supermarkets, usually containing items like air-dried chicken.

However, these vacuum bags were much larger than those in the supermarket—large enough to fit a person inside. Of course, vacuum bags of this size weren't used for storing air-dried chicken. Other things were sealed inside these bags, all the air sucked out.

Wind often blew across the rooftop. As it blew, the vacuum bags clipped to the clothesline swayed back and forth, and the people inside swayed with them. Perhaps because they contained little moisture, even a mild wind could make them swing violently. Like a row of curtains, an entire line of vacuum bags containing Lower Class People trembled in the wind.

The people inside the bags were either curled up or stretched out, their torsos covered in shriveled Skin. The faces of those inside were severely deformed, but Gu Mian could tell their deaths hadn't been peaceful.

"These are all our works," Mike's voice said from nearby. "To make them look fresher, we put them in while they were still alive. We put them in, then sucked the air out. Of course, we left a tube in—one end in their mouth and the other outside—so they could still breathe inside the bag. We only pulled the tube out once they died. A natural death makes our works look a bit better."

He sized up the person before him as he spoke.

Mike had drawn inspiration for this game from vacuum-sealed food; he had only recently come up with it. His little companions also greatly enjoyed putting the Lower Class People into vacuum bags to dry them out and would enthusiastically observe the transformation process of the "vacuum-sealed Lower Class People." They would compete to see whose "vacuum-sealed Lower Class Person" was more perfect, more aesthetically pleasing.

Many vacuum bags containing Lower Class People hung on the rooftop, so whenever new Lower Class People were brought up and saw these, they would tremble in fear, too scared to utter a word. Mike enjoyed their terrified expressions. He was also eager to see this newcomer's look of uncontrollable terror.

But unexpectedly, the newcomer didn't show the expression Mike was hoping for. Instead, after hearing Mike's words, he even nodded in agreement.

Dying of starvation indeed looks better than suffocating. When starving to death, one wouldn't have the strength left to make a ferocious "I don't want to die yet!" expression, Gu Mian mused seriously.

Seeing Gu Mian's deeply agreeable expression, Mike fell completely silent. The others, who were waiting to see Gu Mian wet his pants, also fell silent when they saw that strange expression on his face.

What on earth is wrong with this person? Isn't he scared at all?

Finally, one of the children grew impatient, seemingly abandoning his plan to "pierce through your false strong front and see you piss your pants in terror."

He glared and shouted fiercely, "This guy is no fun at all! Kill him quickly so we can find the next one!"

Gu Mian was aghast. How could a mere child say such things?

But now, even if these children wanted to switch to playing with someone else, it would be impossible. It wasn't because Gu Mian wouldn't let them, but because the carnival below had already started. It was unlikely any Lower Class People were left to play with them. From up here, they could faintly hear the cheers from below.

Mike, off to one side, stared intently at Gu Mian. Amidst his frustration, he found Gu Mian's face increasingly familiar, yet he just couldn't recall where he had seen it before.

Just as Mike was pondering this, Gu Mian abruptly stood up and walked toward the main door.

Mike thought Gu Mian was trying to escape. He abruptly stood up and yelled, "What are you doing!"

Gu Mian moved quickly, reaching the door by the time the child's question rang out. But he didn't flee. Instead, he bent down to pick up a chain from outside the rooftop door, then stepped back onto the rooftop and casually shut the door. He then took the chain and tightly wrapped it around both door handles, finally snapping the large padlock shut and tossing the Key into his own pocket.

Mike watched his actions, eyes wide, and repeated his earlier question, "What are you doing!"

The other children also stared, wide-eyed. It was the first time they had encountered such an unconventional Lower Class Person; it was truly astonishing.

Gu Mian turned to look at them and said sincerely, "I gave up the chance to perform on stage to come here with you guys. And now you want to kick me aside to find someone else? That's not happening!"

Mike: "?"

The mental state of the Upper Class People in this world could hardly be considered normal, and their children were even more unhinged. Now, this group of children actually began to suspect Gu Mian was the crazy one.

A boy sneered, "You're nuts! Who do you think you are, making demands?"

As he spoke, he strode over and reached out to shove Gu Mian hard towards the edge of the rooftop, apparently wanting to quickly dispose of Gu Mian so they could find another Lower Class Person to play with.

However, Gu Mian didn't budge an inch. He reached out, poked the boy's forehead, and sent him stumbling back two steps. Then, Gu Mian revealed a serene smile. "You're too weak. I could kick over ten like you with one foot, you know."

This is outrageous!

Mike clenched his fists. What's wrong with this Lower Class Person? The Lower Class People he'd encountered were all weak and frail, never daring to resist their commands. But this one today... he wasn't afraid of them at all!

The boy Gu Mian had poked retreated a few more steps, clutching his forehead in disbelief. "You actually dared to poke me!"

Lower Class People weren't allowed to touch the noble Upper Class People without permission, let alone poke an Upper Class Person with a finger and make them stumble backward.

Clutching his head, he angrily kicked out at Gu Mian. But how could a child's physique compare to an adult's, especially since Gu Mian had long legs? Before the boy's furious kick could land, Gu Mian sent him flying several meters backward with a kick of his own.

There were only children here—children he could knock over ten at a time—and no adult Upper Class People. So, Gu Mian dropped the act.

He hefted his guitar case, looked at the stunned children around him, and said, "Little friends, I have some questions for you. Answer obediently, and you won't have to be punished, okay?"