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Chapter 587 The onlookers applauded and cheered.
The murderous teacher, with a grinning crimson lip, coaxed the children away from the doorway.

It's worth mentioning that his expression didn't resemble that of an uncle comforting a child at all; rather, it looked like the Big Bad Wolf from a fairy tale who would kidnap a little girl.

Perhaps due to their distorted worldview, even the laughter of these upper-class people is chilling and makes one's scalp tingle.

Before the teacher led the children away, he glanced sideways into the room.

He didn't want to waste his attention on the lowly inferiors; he only intended to glance at them to see if they were behaving themselves.

Unexpectedly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

The teacher's pupils contracted.

That lower class...

It was the person he noticed this morning.

A strange fear surged through the Killer Teacher's mind. He was slightly stunned and felt that the other person was somewhat familiar, but no matter what he did, he couldn't remember where he had seen this person before.

It is quite incredible that a superior person would feel fear towards an inferior person.

"Damn it, why do I have this feeling? It's like I've seen him somewhere before... Could he be one of the lower-class players who participated in the killing game before? No, very few of the lower-class players survived in the more than one hundred killing games. I remember those who survived very clearly, and this person wasn't among them..."

If you make him take off his mask...

If you let him take off his mask, you might be able to recognize him.

Thinking of this, the killing teacher straightened up slightly and stared straight at Gu Mian's mask.

However, his height of less than 1.6 meters made the scene somewhat comical; in order to look at Gu Mian, he had to tilt his head slightly and adopt an upward-looking posture.

The killing teacher was unaware of this.

He walked straight up to Gu Mian and stared intently at him: "You, take off your mask."

The children looked up at the murderous teacher with curiosity, and the lower-class people also looked up at Gu Mian.

The atmosphere in the room became very strange for a moment.

007, who was about to try and get information out of Gu Mian, stopped. She carefully moved a few steps toward Gu Mian, who had entrusted her with the chainsaw. She had to make sure that she could hand the weapon to Gu Mian and the murder teacher if they started fighting.

Meanwhile, Gu Mian was very distressed.

He looked down at the murderous teacher standing in front of him.

Because he had taken off his white coat and was wearing a mask, the "anchor" that marked his identity disappeared, and the Killer Teacher couldn't recognize him for a moment.

But if he were to remove his mask now, Killer Teacher would definitely recognize him.

Gu Mian originally planned to secretly search for high-level NPCs in the dungeon without revealing her identity, but now it seems that the plan will have to be changed.

A new plan has already taken shape in his mind.

If the mask is removed now, the teacher who kills will surely meet a terrible end.

The only option left was to threaten Teacher Killer into taking them to find the person they were looking for. The process might be a bit complicated, but as long as the ending was good, that was fine. The children nearby had already excitedly run back. They had originally come to cause trouble, and having already chosen their target, they were naturally unhappy to be stopped. Now that they saw Teacher Killer seemingly targeting Gu Mian and the others, they became excited and craned their necks to watch the show.

Gu Mian looked at the murderous teacher in front of her, then at the children waiting to watch the show at the door, and helplessly reached out to cover her clown mask.

Meanwhile, 007 had already secretly moved behind Gu Mian, ready to pull out his saw at any moment.

She was already imagining what would happen next—"A deranged chainsaw killer wanted by multiple countries appears here, a malnourished dwarf man and several innocent, vulnerable children are brutally hunted down, and onlookers applaud and cheer."

Just as 007 was daydreaming and couldn't help but want to clap and cheer with the crowd, a voice suddenly interrupted her imagination.

"What, instead of checking the facilities at the front, our killing instructor has come backstage to order around these poor lowly people?"

The voice came from the doorway; it was clearly that of an elderly man.

007, whose reverie was interrupted, looked up.

A man was seen leaning against the doorway.

Like the teacher who killed, the new man also had pale skin—a skin color reserved for the upper class.

The man was about forty or fifty years old, somewhat overweight, wearing a light blue, loose-fitting shirt under a gray sweater vest, which was stretched taut by his slightly protruding beer belly. He wore loose brown sweatpants and black shoes with white soles.

He wore a yellow hat, but sparse blond hair still peeked out from both sides, mixed with a lot of white hair.

“Commander Louis,” Teacher Killer turned to look at the man at the door and spoke in a provocative tone, “you still value these lowly people as much as ever.”

Louis?

Gu Mian looked at the newly arrived upper-class people.

Is this their mission objective? It seems to be the ringmaster of a circus.

"The audience loves watching their performances, so of course I value it. I wonder what you're doing backstage? You should be checking the stage equipment right now, shouldn't you? You practically begged and pleaded to come work here when the restricted area was destroyed. I didn't expect you to be so impatient after only a short time here. Wandering around aimlessly at such an important time."

Gu Mian saw that the teacher's hair was standing on end in anger.

The destruction of the restricted area was a sore spot for him.

"I wasn't just wandering around aimlessly, I just found a strange person," Killer Teacher said, barely suppressing his anger as he pointed at Gu Mian. "This person is very strange."

"Oh?" Louis turned his gaze to Gu Mian, his eyes lingering on his mask for a few moments. "Then, Mr. Killer, what's so strange about my employee?"

This stumped the killing teacher.

You can't just say that he felt fear when he saw this inferior person.

If you think this person looks familiar, you really can't remember who they are.

The teacher frowned: "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before. If you ask him to take off his mask, I'll definitely remember who he is!"

“You’re joking,” Louis smiled, took a few steps forward, bent down and patted Killing Teacher on the shoulder. “Over the years, you’ve only had the chance to meet the lower classes in the killing game. And in those hundred-plus episodes, almost no one could leave the restricted area alive. The number of lower classes who survived was very small, and you know where those few survivors went. Apart from those few survivors, there are no other lower classes you can know.”

(End of this chapter)