Kill the Whispers Beneath the Line

$140,000. This is the invisible life-and-death line of American society. Once it falls below, the bank will repossess your house, your credit will collapse, and you will be homeless. You will be "killed" by the system like garbage. L thought this was just the cruel truth of capitalism until he handled the 47th homeless body as a forensic assistant. Those eyes reflected the deep starry sky, and the wriggling black lines in the pupils were calling for something. That night, L's live broadcast room automatically opened, and the barrage whispered in symbols he couldn't understand: Found it. Forty-seventh. The key to the farm. The truth is darker than L imagined. Those who fell below the "killing line" were not sacrificed accidentally, but were carefully selected sacrifices. US$140,000 is not an economic tipping point, but the activation threshold of ancient seeds latent in human genes. Most people will collapse and become "short-lived species", while a few people will successfully become "long-lived species" - agents of the old rulers. L is the handler of the 47th corpse and the fusion of the memories of 47 "short-lived species". The souls of those who failed awakened within him, passing on their pain and strength. Now, the "immortal species" are hunting him. Because he is the last key, the one who can open the door to the "breeding farm". Can he maintain human consciousness and destroy this flesh and blood farm that has lasted for three hundred years? Or will he eventually become the forty-seventh "immortal species" and open the door to the abyss with his own hands? Under the killing line, in the whispers, the last light of humanity is about to be extinguished. And L is the only hope.