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Chapter 570 Even Princess Mianmian was frightened after seeing this.

The fat man was strange.

Two people suddenly appeared out of nowhere and insisted on helping him with his quest.

The two people, a man and a woman, were wearing dark blue suits with ropes around their necks, but the lower ends of the ropes were tucked into their coats, so it was impossible to see what was hanging from the ropes.

The fat man looked at the two who had suddenly appeared warily: "You two aren't patrol officers, are you?"

Upon hearing this, the man and woman put down the trash they were carrying and looked at the fat man: "Did you know there were inspectors in this instance? Did someone you know send you here?"

Judging from their posture, the two seemed determined to kill that "acquaintance".

At that moment, an eyeball flew over the fat man's head and then flew away nonchalantly.

“Ah,” the fat man looked at the person in front of him, “an NPC named Mr. Green said that what we are looking for is in this instance, so we came here.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the trash the two had just picked up, surprised that the patrol officers here were so helpful.

"What a kind and generous person!" the fat man exclaimed.

"Heh." The two patrolmen gave a stiff laugh.

Judging from their expressions, they clearly remembered who Mr. Green was.

"So what are you looking for here?" the male inspector asked. "Anyone familiar with this place knows it's just a recycling center, full of useless stuff."

Although some slightly useful items were thrown in along with the trash, the quantity was not large.

The most valuable things here are the unwanted items that NPCs deliberately throw in. Most of these items are useful, but their owners no longer want them, so they are thrown into the recycling bin.

For example, a monster thrown in by a goddess, cosmetics that some female NPCs have used up, or a dungeon entry ticket thrown in by a certain class dungeon.

I heard that the class-specific dungeon didn't want players to enter, so they searched everywhere for their own dungeon's entry tickets and threw them all into the recycling bin...

Wait a moment.

Thinking this, the two of them guessed what was going on: "You didn't enter this instance for special instance entry tickets, did you!"

The fat man looked at the two people in front of him with a puzzled expression: "What special dungeon entry ticket?"

Seeing that the fat man's expression was sincere and not feigned, the two fell silent, exchanged a glance, and did not continue speaking.

Then they repeated their question: "If that's not what you're looking for, then what are you looking for here?"

The longer the fat man stayed next to Chu Changge, the more skilled he became at lying through his teeth.

"Ah, we went through a dungeon called Angel's Redemption before. We heard that a goddess threw something good into the dungeon, so we came here specifically to find it."

Upon hearing this, both inspectors wore strange expressions.

The man spoke first: "Speaking of that lost item in the dungeon... the goddess did throw a big thing in here. Fortunately, it wasn't aggressive, but it doesn't seem to be anything good, does it?"

The fat man pricked up his ears to listen.

“It’s just a huge monster,” the female inspector said, looking at the fat man. “I don’t remember her throwing anything else into this instance.”

"That's not something worth looking for. I suggest you finish your mission and leave as soon as possible." As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Gu Mian on the high platform.

The demon behind Gu Mian looked listless, as if it wanted to jump down from above.

If this fat guy makes a few more mistakes, it'll probably commit suicide on the spot.

“As dungeon inspectors, we will also help players who encounter difficulties,” the male inspector said with a forced smile. “Don’t worry, we will help you complete this dungeon quickly.”

The fat man gave a strange look: "Are you this enthusiastic when you encounter other players?"

The two inspectors looked a little awkward, but they still assured him, "Of course, we've already notified the others, and more people will be coming to help you soon. You'll be able to leave this instance soon!" "Ah, really..." The fat man scratched his head, but they didn't want to leave the instance.

But the two patrolmen had already called for reinforcements, and the fat man was so anxious that he lost his focus for a moment.

By this time, the two inspectors had already filled the trash cans in the third level. They were very efficient and seemed to be very familiar with this instance.

At this rate, we'll pass the fourth level in a few minutes.

At that time, Gu Mian and the others will have completed their mission and will leave this instance.

The fat man scratched his head, trying to stage an accident to extort money.

"If I lie on the trash can and pretend to be dead, will that slow them down?" he wondered to himself.

But the fat man soon realized that even without him pretending to be dead, the two inspectors would have a hard time getting past the next level.

The mission for the fourth level has now been revealed, and all three people present have seen it.

The two patrolmen froze when they saw the task.

The fat man watched the two frozen figures from behind, imagining their current expressions.

On the trash can in this fourth level, there was an unbelievable line of text—

"Please fill this up with trash that even Princess Mianmian would be terrified of."

Even Princess Mianmian was frightened when she saw it...

The fat man glanced at Gu Mian sitting on the high platform, unable to think of what kind of trash to throw into the trash can.

The two inspectors stared at the fourth trash can for a long time before speaking.

"I remember that this final level was indeed designed based on the players..."

"Let's not discuss how the final mission was designed. Let's look at the present: where exactly are we supposed to find this thing?"

If it were another player playing Princess Mianmian, it would be fine. Everyone has their own fears. Most female players are afraid of rats and soft creatures like snakes. You can catch a few rats in this recycling bin.

Male players are fine too; most people are afraid of ghosts. If all else fails, they can contact other instances and throw a ghost in like trash.

Normal players would be terrified and run away in a panic if they saw a ghost.

But Gu Mian...

If you were to deliver a ghost right to his doorstep, he might just exclaim, "Is this some kind of good thing?"

"What are we going to do?" The male inspector's forehead was beaded with sweat. "Even if we call in a hundred people, we might not be able to complete this task!"

The female inspector was also sweating bullets: "If all else fails, we can contact the back-end staff and have them forcibly stop this instance... but that would be against the rules..."

The fat man listened furtively, surprised. So NPCs could forcibly stop a normally functioning instance?
The previous instances were stopped because of irreparable damage.

There has never been a case before where an NPC would immediately terminate a dungeon as soon as they saw Gu Mian enter.

Furthermore, the word "foul" makes it sound like the game has reached a pact with someone...

The two inspectors were still discussing quietly.

"It's better to break the rules than for this place to completely collapse. You know this place is related to many dungeons. If this place is gone, where will we put all those collapsed dungeons?"

The drafts are all gone, and the internet is down.

Life is like this: dull, boring, and watery.

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