There are rules in the account city: when a person is desperate, he must sign a life contract within a period of twelve days.
If it is not repaid when it expires, the deed will be broken into pieces and sold, and the fragments will be clearly priced and put into circulation in the market.
Chu Suan was a liquidator, settling accounts for the dead and collecting debts for the living. Forty-seven death contracts, never missed.
In the forty-eighth stroke, the debtor had been dead for three months, and the life contract was broken into seven pieces and scattered among seven strangers.
Seven chains, seven living people, a bad debt whose source cannot be traced.
And he turned to the end of the deed - the guarantor column, where his own name was written.
After forty-seven dead accounts, he finally became the number in the account.
He checked for seven days and found a problem that shouldn't have been discovered - these dead debts were not owed by people, but were created by the system. Those life slaves are not unable to repay, they are designed not to be able to repay. And every time he liquidates, he is renewing the life of the system.
Chu Suan stared at the line of data in the system log and was silent for a long time. The signature is his. He had no memory of signing it.
"Are the liquidators settling other people's accounts, or taking the blame for others?"
No one told him the answer. Because the last person who knew the answer was dead.
