Global Collapse

Chapter 571 Oh no! Gu Mian has messed with us!

"Anyway, we have to get him out of here first! What bad luck! I should have bought a lucky charm from Toy Goose Company. I heard that the lucky charms produced in their factory are very effective. It is said that no one who bought a copy of those lucky charms has ever been affected by Gu Mian."

"It's all a lie. We still have a lot of their failed products here. If we rummage through those garbage dumps, we might even find a few lucky charms that they just threw in."

Seeing that the two inspectors' conversation was getting more and more off-topic, from discussing Gu Mian to talking about Toy Goose Company and then about amulets.

The fat man felt that Gu Mian was like a ghost in the eyes of these NPCs.

When ordinary people are cursed, don't they go to the temple to ask for amulets for protection?

"Alright, enough nonsense. Hurry up and figure out how to pass this fourth level! If you can't, you'll have to apply to terminate the instance." The female inspector was the first to correct the increasingly off-topic conversation. "Which son of a bitch came up with this fourth level?!"

To be honest, the creator of this instance never imagined that these levels would become a problem for NPCs.

Seeing that the two inspectors were so agitated, the fat man quickly tried to defend himself: "Our doctor is very honest, he wouldn't cause any trouble!"

The two patrolmen looked at the fat man with expressions that said, "I don't believe you for a second."

The people on the platform are indeed very honest now.

He was sitting quietly on the princess's throne, making no move, only occasionally glancing back at the demon who had kidnapped him.

Every time Gu Mian turned her head, the devil's expression behind her became even uglier—it must have been hard for him to squeeze out an expression on that dark face.

Although Gu Mian seems very honest now, no one can guarantee what he might do next.

They might suddenly go insane and pull out a bomb to blow up the recycling center.

Didn't that's how the food processing plant went out of business last time?
The male inspector looked somewhat troubled: "Those who received the message should all be here soon. Otherwise, shall we wait and see if they can come up with any ideas?"

The fat man continued to try and argue his way out: "The previous dungeon collapses weren't caused by the healers. I can testify that the dungeons attacked first! We healers were just acting in self-defense!"

It was indeed the instance that started the attack.

Fatty still remembers the first instance, the Ghost High School. All the other players completed the mission and left, but the malicious instance left Gu Mian alone inside, which ultimately led to the fire.

That must have been the first time the instance realized something was wrong.

Since then, it's as if Gu Mian has flipped a switch; wherever she goes, chaos ensues, and countless vengeful spirits and tears of blood fly everywhere.

Far away.

The fat man looked at the two patrolmen in front of him. Of course, he couldn't let them end the instance right away; they hadn't found what they were looking for yet.

The mad dog is still running wildly.

The fortune teller was exhausted. She could sense that the dog was near the clown mask, but she couldn't find it no matter how many times she circled around.

The dog kept circling in the same area, getting stuck in a vicious cycle.

Fortunately, Xiao Qiao, who was looking for trash, happened to pass by. The dying fortune teller asked her to carry him to the vicinity of the dog.

When the greedy mad dog was retrieved, the fortune teller's face was deathly pale, and he looked like he was about to collapse at any moment.

But she still forced herself to look around, only to find that the surroundings were no different from other places, just piles of garbage, a sight that made her dizzy.

Xiao Qiao looked at the fortune teller with great concern, then took out a can of energy drink from her inventory and drank it herself.

Diviner: "..."

The fortune teller remembered a similar situation in the previous instance, where she and Gu Mian were spinning around in circles in the food factory, only to find that what they were looking for was underground.

but……

Her face pale, she looked at the ground in confusion. The ground here was made of some unknown material, a grayish-white color, and felt as hard as a sheet of iron. "Could it be underground?" The fortune teller took a deep breath.

Just then, the two suddenly heard many footsteps coming from a certain direction.

They turned their heads and saw a group of people rushing out from that direction, heading straight for the platform.

"Who are these people?" The fortune teller widened her eyes slightly as she looked at the people hurrying past them.

Xiao Qiao, who was standing next to her, knew nothing about the matter, but in the end, another voice answered her question.

"The NPCs the patrolman called must be here to help us complete the level. They know Gu Mian is in this instance." Chu Changge walked slowly from the direction the people came from, watching their departing figures.

The fortune teller was slightly taken aback: "Is it so we can get rid of Gu Mian as soon as possible? So we don't have much time left?"

Chu Changge nodded slightly, then looked back at the diviner: "Did you gain anything?"

The fortune teller leaned against the pile of garbage behind him: "I divined that the clown mask is in this area, but I can't find the exact location. My dog ​​keeps going around in circles in this place. I encountered a similar situation in the last dungeon. At that time, Gu Mian asked me to find the NPC's office. We searched for a long time in one place before we found that the office was underground."

Upon hearing this, Chu Changge looked down at the ground.

He noticed it as soon as he entered the instance: the ground was grayish-white and very hard, like metal.

"The NPC in the circus instance threw the clown mask on the ground?" Chu Changge pushed up his glasses. "Is it really that much trouble?"

Just then, the three of them heard a rustling sound from nearby, as if something was crawling.

Xiao Qiao was the first to find the source of the sound.

She excitedly threw down her energy drink and dashed off in one direction.

The fortune teller hurriedly accepted the drink.

Chu Changge's gaze followed Xiao Qiao's, and she saw her suddenly lunge to the ground, as if she had grabbed something.

Then the two saw her stand up, holding a huge rat in her hand, and show it to them: "Look! Moving garbage."

The large, fat gray rat was being held by its tail and hoisted up, its body constantly writhing. But even when it was caught, it didn't let go of what it was carrying in its mouth.

Chu Changge quickly stepped forward and snatched the food from the rat's mouth.

It turned out to be a special item.

An undamaged but unique item stands out starkly in this recycling center filled with trash.

【Happy Mood Fragrance】

[Description: Perfume produced by the Unknown Cosmetics Company, said to bring happiness]

[Function: The spray can induce feelings of happiness in those who smell it.]

It was a useless special item, but what Chu Changge cared about wasn't the item itself, but rather the rat in Xiao Qiao's hand.

He pushed up his glasses: "This rat must have spent a long time in the recycling center and is very familiar with this place."

The fortune teller's voice came from behind: "You mean we should ask this rat if it knows where the clown mask is?"

As the fortune teller spoke, he looked at the rat that was constantly writhing and struggling.

Although it seemed a bit smarter than Little Joe, the fortune teller had no expectation that the thing could speak.

My aunt is really pitiful; she still has to write in the middle of the night. She's out of drafts, so please bear with this.
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