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Chapter 495 It's so normal, it's like a normal door opening, so normal it's practically home.
When Gu Mian saw Chu Changge again, she saw him tied up on a bench with a glass box on his body.

A teenager was holding a torch that he had managed to light and extending it over the box. If the flames hadn't been so conspicuous in the darkness, Gu Mian wouldn't have been able to find the place for a while.

The rats in the box were getting restless, their sharp front claws scratching at the clothes.

Just as the child was happily stretching the torch forward, he suddenly felt some resistance in his hand and could no longer stretch it forward.

He turned around unhappily to see what was going on, but to his surprise, he saw a somewhat dirty white hem.

The child looked up along the hem of his shirt, which was fluttering in the wind, and saw a smiling face that he recognized.

The child, who was initially unhappy, immediately became excited upon seeing this face, even forgetting the torch in his hand: "Haha, you actually came here!"

Gu Mian's current status in the game is no different from that of a wanted criminal, and the audience and the production team wish they could catch him and execute him on the spot.

Therefore, upon seeing Gu Mian's face, the child's face beamed with genuine joy: "He's here! Quickly, catch him!"

But he immediately saw the cameramen lying on the ground behind Gu Mian, and her friends huddled together and trembling, looking like they didn't even dare to run away.

At that moment, a gray-haired young man, who appeared out of nowhere, was gently tying the photographer's hands and feet together with strips of cloth torn from tattered clothes, carefully adding a bow as he tied the knot.

Before entering the transformation program, Gu Mian flattened her brother and put him in her pocket. After staying in the pocket for a day, Gu Mian finally let him out to breathe.

As for that tattered strip of cloth, it was the rope that Gu Mian casually took from me to hang myself the following year, so that the following year I tearfully chose another rope for myself to hang myself.

Gu Mian casually took the torch from the child's hand and tossed it aside, then gently grabbed him by the collar: "Children shouldn't play with fire."

Chu Changge silently looked at the glass box still pressing down on him. The rats were still tugging at his clothes, but it seemed that the problem wasn't playing with fire anymore.

The child glared maliciously at Gu Mian: "Let me go!"

He reached out to scratch Gu Mian's face, but Gu Mian let go, causing him to fall flat on his face. The child looked up, his eyes full of resentment: "You wait, once I catch you, you're finished! You'll be sorry!"

He was still waiting for the production crew to come and arrest Gu Mian.

Gu Mian squatted down and pressed his head back into the damp soil, rubbing it hard as she sighed, "I really miss it. About half a year ago, I saw a group of kids like you, but unfortunately, none of them left peacefully."

The child, whose face was buried in the dirt, couldn't make a sound. He could only hear Gu Mian sighing above his head: "Later, I often thought that it would have been better if they hadn't left, but luckily I met you all today, and I can finally fulfill a wish I've wanted to realize for a long time..."

Upon hearing this, the boy suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Despite the gentle tone and kind words, it sent a shiver down his spine.

At that moment, he felt his hands being tied behind his back.

The man above was still muttering to himself, "He's going to struggle a lot in a bit, I need to tie him up tighter..."

The boy was terrified upon hearing this. What was he going to do?!
At this moment, Gu Mian turned her gaze to Chu Changge.

Fortunately, the group had tied Chu Changge up very tightly, so Gu Mian happily pulled the ropes off him.

Chu Changge: "..."

With the older brother's efforts, the group of children were quickly tied together.

Gu Mian, amidst their horrified gazes, approached with the glass box containing the rats... What was he going to do!
The children will find out soon enough.

Screams rose and fell in the darkness, the most frequent one being "No," a heart-wrenching cry as if their throats were being torn apart.

But the sounds then disappeared one by one, and soon the night returned to silence. After finishing everything, Gu Mian picked up a working camera from the damp mud, its lens pointed directly at the bound people.

Their eyes were bloodshot, almost bulging out of their sockets, their terror palpable.

But they couldn't shout because Gu Mian had sealed their mouths tightly with medical tape. However, a long, black-haired tail could be seen hanging out of their mouths.

The tails were constantly twisting, clearly indicating that their owners were still full of life.

Gu Mian stroked her chin: "Although we used tape, it won't stick to their tails if they try to squeeze in, so you'll have to bite them down, otherwise the rats will just crawl down their throats..."

Then, as if remembering something else, he added, "You can't bite too hard, or they'll still crawl inside if you bite off their tails."

The bound people opened their eyes wide in terror.

A tingling, wriggling sensation came from my mouth, like a mouse's whiskers rubbing against every part of my oral cavity.

Some people have started to vomit, but nothing comes out.

Gu Mian didn't care whether they found it disgusting or not: "You guys stay here and enjoy it, I have to run, or your production team will catch me."

As he spoke, he waved to the camera, shouted "Bye-bye," and then ran off with Chu Changge and his brother.

Liu Ruyan had never been interested in sleeping. At this moment, she was watching a live broadcast, and she saw that the rat tails held in the mouths of the group of people were still curling and struggling. The people who were tied up were almost going into shock. She stared at those tails and sighed sincerely, "They're really not human."

At this time, Xiao Qiao was still in the house of the players who were asking "You hit me for debt collection".

After being held by the collar by Xiao Qiao for a while, the debt collector had the illusion that he was "somewhat familiar with this female celebrity." He asked curiously, "Is your friend the number one? Then he won't be able to get out."

As he spoke, he looked up at Xiao Qiao and saw her staring blankly into space. Her expression was just like his own when he was a student looking at a blackboard. If there hadn't been nothing in front of Xiao Qiao, he would have really thought she was looking at a blackboard.

After a long while, Xiao Qiao finally heard his voice and looked down at the debt collector.

The debt collector noticed a strange expression appearing on that expressionless face, and then he heard Xiao Qiao speak: "Is it normal to stuff live rats into people's mouths in this dungeon you're talking about?"

The debt collector's tongue froze, and it took him a few seconds to find his voice: "No... I, it wasn't this monstrous when I went into that instance last time..."

“No,” Xiao Qiao shook her head seriously, “I mean, is it normal for a guest to stuff a live rat into the mouth of an NPC?”

Normal my foot!

Actually, GuGu's initial purpose in writing supernatural stories was to let readers feel terror! Feel despair! Feel that there's a ghost under the bed!

But now I realize I was wrong.

I was so stupid, really. I only knew that when I stopped updating, readers would be like people in a mountain valley with no food to eat, and they would come to the comments section of this chapter. I didn't know that even if I didn't stop updating, they would still come.

I turned on the computer early in the morning and told Little Ghost to smear some blood and go into the book to scare the readers. It was very obedient and listened to everything I said. It went out and crawled into the bed, banged on the door, and climbed up the well in the book. I was typing on the keyboard in the background. When it was time to send out the story, I called it, but there was no response. I went out to check and saw blood all over the floor. Our Little Ghost was gone.

It doesn't wander into other books; I asked around, and sure enough, it wasn't there. I panicked and begged other authors to go looking for it. Around midnight, after searching high and low, they finally found it in the chapter notes, where it was hanging from the author's words, wearing only a wig. Everyone said, "Oh no, it's probably been taken by a reader." We went back in, and sure enough, it was lying in the chapter notes, its wig completely ripped off, still tightly gripping the keyboard in its hand.

I was so stupid, really...

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