Chapter 1652
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Actually, New Moon City was another name for New Orleans.
But in New Orleans, there was an old part of the city that had always been called New Moon City.
Because that area was more conservative, it had a very traditional architectural style and atmosphere.
Chen Zhao listened as Portia introduced New Orleans.
He could not help but interrupt, "New Moon City has such a stylish name. Why was it changed to New Orleans?"
"New Orleans was named after Louis XV's regent, the Duke of Orleans," Portia said. "But New Orleans has another name. You definitely don't know."
"What name?"
"City of the Dead."
"Isn't this name too ominous?" Chen Zhao frowned.
"Actually, it's because New Orleans' terrain is low and it's built on a swamp. It's almost the same as water level. Water will seep in after digging two or three meters. That's why the coffins of the dead here are all suspended. They're not buried underground, but in the tombs above the ground. But this also caused several plagues in New Orleans. It's all because the corpses were not buried. That's how the name City of the Dead came about."
Portia paused for a moment before continuing, "Fifteen years ago, Hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans. Several cemeteries in the city were almost razed to the ground. At that time, thousands of corpses were scattered all over the city by the hurricane, making the name of the City of the Undead even more resounding."
Chen Zhao frowned. "Let's not go to New Moon City. Take me to a few cemeteries in the city."
Portia was speechless.
Why did he go to a cemetery instead of shopping?
Did he eat too much?
"Boss, what's so good about those places?"
"I just want to see the suspended tombs," Chen Zhao said calmly.
Portia was speechless at Chen Zhao's unpredictable style.
But what could she do?
She was just a personal assistant.
She could only do whatever the boss said.
Portia sent Chen Zhao to a cemetery.
Most cities had cemeteries in the suburbs.
But in New Orleans, many cemeteries were in the city.
Portia did not like to come to cemeteries.
No one did.
But she had no choice.
Since Chen Zhao was coming, she could only follow.
Chen Zhao got out of the car. Portia also got out.
Visiting a cemetery? Only he could think of something like that.
Portia followed behind him.
He kept mumbling to himself.
Chen Zhao realized that the graveyard was indeed very low.
Some of the turf even seeped water when stepped on.
However, Chen Zhao was confused.
Surprisingly, Chen Zhao didn't feel any strong Yin Qi in the cemetery.
After all, it was risky to leave the body on the ground.
It wasn't just the plague.
It was even more likely for them to turn into zombies.
Once a corpse came into contact with the moonlight, it was very likely that it would turn into a zombie.
The design of this tomb could gather Yin and disperse Yang.
Therefore, logically speaking, the Yin Qi in this cemetery should be very heavy.
But why was the Yin Qi here so weak?
It was even worse than the cemeteries in other cities.
Chen Zhao continued walking in the cemetery.
Most of the mausoleums in the cemetery maintained a European architectural style.
Actually, it was just a smaller version.
Some of the mausoleums in the cemetery were relatively new.
Many of the older parts were severely damaged.
Portia felt very uncomfortable.
Not everyone could stand in front of a stranger's mausoleum for a few minutes.
"Are you not feeling well?" Chen Zhao looked back at Portia.
Portia's expression was very ugly.
Isn't that obvious?
Are you feeling well?
Okay, Chen Zhao really didn't have any other expression on his face.
There was a problem here.
This was Chen Zhao's conclusion.
But even if he knew there was a problem here, it was useless.
Chen Zhao could send Sam and Vicari to guard the two problematic places.
But how would he guard the cemetery?
The cemetery was an open area. Many people would come to sweep the graves every day.
Even if someone came with ulterior motives, they wouldn't be able to tell.
Unless Chen Zhao guarded the place personally.
But Chen Zhao didn't plan on spending the night here.
"Take me to other cemeteries."
"Boss, why are you here?"
"I plan on investing in a cemetery."
Whoosh —
Portia almost couldn't breathe.
"Boss, you're not joking, right?"
"No. In the next three days, give me a proposal for the investment and construction of the cemetery."
"…"
"Boss, cemeteries are usually opened up by the government. There's no investment. No one has ever invested in cemeteries."
Portia wanted to stop Chen Zhao's stupid idea.
"Fine." Chen Zhao shrugged.
Portia heaved a sigh of relief.
That was close. What was going on in Chen Zhao's head?
How could he have such a weird idea?
Portia hurriedly drove away with Chen Zhao.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Portia's mind.
"Boss, you're not messing with me, are you?"
Chen Zhao turned his head slowly. "What?"
"You said you're going to invest in cemeteries."
Portia saw the mockery in Chen Zhao's eyes.
This * sshole is indeed messing with me.
Then, Chen Zhao walked around the cemeteries one after another.
Portia was about to go crazy.
This guy must be crazy.
He could go to the park, the mall, or even the street.
What's so good about a cemetery?
And he's enjoying it so much.
"Okay, let's go back to the hotel," Chen Zhao said.
…
There was a man-made island on the Lake Pontchartrain Bridge. It was about two square kilometers.
It was a leisure area that combined leisure, shopping, and entertainment.
Many vehicles would make a detour to this recreational area.
But last night, something happened here.
After midnight, the place was covered in fog.
The dozens of employees in the leisure area lost contact with the outside world.
According to the report, a body was found on the Lake Pontchartrain Bridge.
It was confirmed to be an employee of the leisure area.
Then the police sent a team into the area.
But now, even the police who had entered had disappeared. They had completely lost contact with them.
Then the military announced that the bridge was closed and temporarily took over the Lake Pontchartrain Bridge.
Even the military didn't know much about the situation in the leisure area now.
High-altitude satellites couldn't penetrate the leisure area either.
The military had sent two helicopters to hover above the leisure area.
But both helicopters had crashed in the leisure area.
The situation became even more complicated.
But the military still didn't know what had happened inside.
Demi had a headache now. The Lake Pontchartrain Bridge was the main road.
There were close to fifty thousand cars every day.
Every minute she closed the bridge, the pressure would increase.
From the city government to her boss, everyone kept urging her to solve the problem.
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