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Chapter 482 Where Did Mom Go?
Gu Mian was somewhat surprised that her task wasn't something like "eating shit".

The world's malice towards him had long reached a level that no one else could match, so even if Gu Mian's mission really was "eating shit," he himself wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.

On the contrary, the seemingly relaxed rule that "no one can enter the village before the end of today's filming" left Gu Mian somewhat puzzled.

He silently touched his guitar case and looked at the three people beside him.

The following year, I will still be clueless, seemingly aware of something yet understanding nothing at all.

Xie Bi'an was wrapped up more tightly than the moldy pharaohs inside the Egyptian pyramids. Gu Mian couldn't fathom the meaning of those moldy pharaohs, nor could she understand Xie Bi'an's current mood.

Chu Changge, the cleaner standing at the very back, still had an expression that said, "Even if the sky falls, I won't budge," living like someone with facial paralysis after a botched plastic surgery, which was in stark contrast to the onlookers who were waiting to see the show.

The fat man, who had been watching the screen, breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Gu Mian's task. He was actually a little worried that Gu Mian's task would be very difficult, but he didn't expect that this instance would be quite considerate and not give Gu Mian any strange tasks.

"We can't enter the village before filming ends today," the fat man muttered to himself. "Although this task is much more normal than I expected, it's still quite abnormal compared to a normal variety show..."

The fat man stared at the screen for a while, probably intentionally so by the cameraman, because Gu Mian's big face now filled the entire screen.

The fat man stared at the large face on the screen, his thoughts drifting: "I must say, the doctor is actually quite good-looking..."

Zhiwo Yousi, on the other hand, didn't have the same level of awareness as the fat man. He didn't pay attention to Gu Mian's big face on the screen, but instead secretly glanced at the male owner on the side.

The man was looking at them with kind eyes, without glancing at the television screen, as if the person on TV wasn't his son.

Just then, the host's somewhat irritating voice came from the television.

He was completely absorbed in the male protagonist's profound thoughts and had no interest in listening to what the host was saying until the name "Gu Mian" floated out on the TV screen, at which point he subconsciously glanced at the TV screen.

But the quick-thinking fat man had already turned off the TV with a "snap" and was now turning around with an unnatural smile.

Although it's only a matter of time before the doctor's identity is exposed in this instance, let's delay it for as long as possible... The fat man secretly wiped the sweat from his palms.

"These people live in the same apartment building as us, Liu Ruyan. If they find out who the doctor is, things will get really difficult," the fat man thought to himself.

Knowing I was lost in thought, he glanced at the fat man with a strange expression.

"This fat guy is a bit strange... It seems like he doesn't want me to see the live TV broadcast. Could he be a ghost disguised as a player trying to stop me from getting clues about the dungeon?" As he thought this, he subconsciously glanced at the fat guy's player panel, where he saw the fat guy's nickname was "Wang Longxiang".

You Si's mind raced: "Could it be that this fat guy was switched with a ghost from the very beginning?"

Thinking of this, he looked at the fat man with a hint of fear.

The fat man was thinking about how to conceal Gu Mian's identity when he suddenly saw the player sitting opposite him looking at him with a look full of awe, and he was stunned.

Just as he was stunned and analyzing the meaning of that gaze, the male head of the household suddenly said from the side, "Come and have breakfast." The two turned to look at the source of the voice and saw that the tableware had already been set on the table not far away.

The breakfast looked quite nutritious, and the host did not treat the two men carelessly because they came from the "slums".

Yousi's thoughts temporarily shifted from the fat man to the food in front of her. In this kind of supernatural dungeon, the thing she feared least was the "poisoned food" plot.

The fat man was quite relieved.

There are countless ways for ghosts to kill them, and to this day, I have never seen a ghost in a supernatural novel where the characters are poisoned to death.

Of course, things might be different if the doctor is in a supernatural novel. The fat man pondered, holding the fork in his hand. Even in supernatural novels, doctors can be killed by flowerpots, cars, gas poisoning, electrocution by cell phones, or stabbed to death with forks...

Um... I'll get stabbed to death with a fork...

The fat man stared at the fork in his hand, lost in thought.

However, as the fat man thought about it, he looked around and saw that the male host was sitting on a chair not far from them, intently eating the food on his plate.

The fat man's gaze swept past him and quickly circled the room, but he couldn't find the fourth person besides them.

Is there no woman in this house?

Gu Mian doesn't have a mother?

Judging from the slippers by the door and the toiletries in the toilet, a woman should be living in this house.

So now... where is she?
The fat man absentmindedly poked at the fried egg on his plate, his thoughts drifting back to his time working at the police station a long time ago.

The number of reports received in a single day can reach as high as a thousand, and the people on record are a diverse bunch, including some who are ruthless and have committed all sorts of murders.

So in this twisted world, losing your wife is quite normal... right?

It might be hiding in some refrigerator.

As he thought about it, the fat man subconsciously looked at the now-black television screen again: "I wonder how the doctor is doing now."

Filming has already begun on Gu Mian's side.

Let me go, I can still live! Let me write!

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(End of this chapter)