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Chapter 595 Vacuum Collapse
The usefulness of these tools is obvious.

Large handicrafts made from these tools floated on the rooftop not far away.

There was a frame made up of several iron rods, somewhat like the clothesline used to dry quilts at the bottom of a dormitory building.

But what was hanging on the clothesline in front of her wasn't a quilt, but a huge transparent vacuum bag. Gu Mian often saw this kind of packaging bag in supermarkets; the bags usually contained food such as dried chicken.

These vacuum bags are much larger than those in the supermarket, big enough to fit a person inside.

Of course, vacuum bags of this size are not meant for storing dried chicken.

The transparent strip, from which all the air had been removed, contained something else.

There's often a breeze blowing across the rooftop.

The vacuum bag clipped to the clothesline swayed back and forth in the wind, and the person inside swayed with the bag.

Perhaps because they are low in moisture, even a light breeze can make them sway violently.

Like a curtain, a whole row of vacuum bags containing the lower classes swayed in the wind.

The people inside the bags were either curled up or stretched out, their torsos covered in shrunken skin. Their faces were severely deformed, but Gu Mian could tell they hadn't died peacefully.

“These are all our creations,” Mike’s voice came from the side. “To make them look fresher, we put them in while they were still alive. We put them in, then vacuumed out the air. Of course, we left a tube in, one end in their mouth and the other outside, so they could breathe even in the bag. We pulled the tube out when they died. Natural death makes our creations look better.”

As he spoke, he sized up the person in front of him.

This idea came to Mike from vacuum-packed food, and he only recently came up with it. His friends really enjoy the game of putting the "lower classes" into vacuum bags and letting them dry, and they also enthusiastically observe the changes in the "vacuum-packed lower classes."

They would compete with each other to see whose vacuum-sealed subterranean figure was more perfect and better looking.

There were many vacuum bags containing lower-class people hanging on the rooftop, so every time a new lower-class person was brought up and saw these bags, they would tremble with fear and dare not utter a word.

Mike enjoyed their terrified expressions.

He also really wanted to see the newcomer's terrified expression.

But to his surprise, the other party not only didn't show the expression he wanted to see, but also nodded in agreement after hearing his words.

Starving to death is indeed more pleasing to the eye than suffocating to death, because when you starve to death, you no longer have the strength to put on a ferocious expression of "I don't want to die yet," Gu Mian thought seriously.

Mike looked at Gu Mian's face, which showed deep agreement, and fell completely silent.

The others who were waiting to see Gu Mian wet his pants fell silent when they saw his grotesque expression.

What's wrong with this person? Aren't they afraid at all?
Finally, one of the children got impatient and seemed to have given up on the idea of ​​"I'm going to expose your fake strong face and see you scared out of your wits."

He glared and shouted fiercely, "This guy is no fun at all! Kill him and we'll find someone else!"

Gu Mian was shocked. How could children talk like that? But now, even if these kids wanted to find someone else to play the game with, it was impossible.

It wasn't that Gu Mian was against it, but the carnival below had already started, and it was estimated that no lower-class people could play with them anymore. Here, one could still faintly hear some cheers from below.

Mike stared intently at Gu Mian, feeling increasingly annoyed by her face, but he couldn't recall where he had seen her before.

Just as he was thinking, Gu Mian suddenly got up and walked towards the front door.

Mike thought Gu Mian was going to run away, so he suddenly stood up and shouted, "What are you doing!"

Gu Mian walked quickly and arrived at the door while the child was questioning him. However, he did not run away. Instead, he bent down to pick up the chain outside the rooftop door, then took a step back to the rooftop, closed the door, wrapped the chain tightly around both doorknobs, locked the padlock, and threw the key into his pocket.

Mike stared wide-eyed at his actions and repeated what he had just said: "What are you doing!"

The other children stared wide-eyed as well.

They were truly astonished to have never seen such an unconventional lower class before.

Gu Mian turned to look at them and said sincerely, "I gave up the opportunity to perform on stage to come here with you, and now you want to kick me aside and go find someone else? That won't do!"

Mike: "?"

The mental state of the upper class in this world is hardly normal, and the children are even more insane. Now, these children are even starting to suspect that Gu Mian is mentally ill.

A boy sneered, "You're sick. Who do you think you are, demanding this and that?"

As he spoke, he strode over and shoved Gu Mian hard toward the edge of the rooftop, seemingly wanting to quickly get rid of Gu Mian so he could go play games with the next lowlife.

But Gu Mian didn't budge. He reached out and poked the boy's forehead, making him take two steps back. Then he smiled peacefully and said, "You're too weak. I could kick ten of you down with one kick."

It's the other way around!

Mike clenched his fists. What was wrong with this lowly person? The lowly people he had met were all weak and powerless, and dared not disobey their orders at all, but this one... was not afraid of them at all!
The boy who had been poked by Gu Mian's finger took a few steps back, covering his forehead in disbelief: "How dare you poke me!"

The lower classes are not allowed to touch the noble upper classes without orders, let alone poke the upper classes with their fingers until they retreat.

He clutched his head and angrily kicked Gu Mian, but an adult's physical strength was far superior to that of a child, especially since Gu Mian had long legs.

Before the boy could even land a kick in anger, Gu Mian kicked him over, sending him flying several meters backward.

There are only kids here who can kick ten people over with one kick, no adult superiors, so Gu Mian stopped pretending.

He looked at the dumbfounded children around him, carrying his guitar case: "Kids, if you answer these questions obediently, you won't be punished."

Happy May Day (not really) ╮(￣▽￣“)╭

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