Global Collapse

Chapter 615 Direct Methods to Prevent Growing Up Abnormally

Speaking of preventing promising young people from turning into villains, there seems to be another, more direct way.

Gu Mian suddenly withdrew her hand and reached for her guitar bag on her back.

Feeling the sensation on his head disappear, 007 looked up in surprise and saw the person in front of him thoughtfully touching the guitar case behind him.

"What's wrong?" 007 asked.

Gu Mian pondered seriously for a while, as if he were facing a difficult choice. After a few more seconds, he finally answered as if making a decision: "It's okay."

He withdrew his hand.

007 felt that Gu Mian was acting strangely, but now was not the time to consider whether the doctor had developed a mental illness. She glanced at the lower-class people behind Gu Mian and lowered her voice, saying, "Weren't you one of the fifth wave to go up on stage? Why are you up here now?"

They even cut in line.

"There's no one watching over us, so who cares which wave I'm supposed to go on stage?" Gu Mian said as she looked at the lower-ranking players who were playing the game. Three of the first wave of players had already died, and the remaining two would occasionally exchange glances, clearly hoping that the other would die.

There were three lower-class people in front of 007, including the snake-headed mask. Gu Mian cut in line behind 007, and they would all go on stage together in the next round.

He thought for a moment, then pulled 007 behind him: "Come behind me."

007 moved behind Gu Mian: "You met with the high-level NPCs in this instance, right? I saw you two chatting happily by the window when you went on stage."

Looking up from the stage, one could see Louis's room, but the lower-class people on the stage were too nervous to look around and thus did not notice anyone upstairs.

“Yes,” Gu Mian replied, “We really had a great chat. He even gave me a big treasure. I’ll show you a big firework later.”

Upon hearing this, 007 looked up at the sky.

The fireworks that had just been set off had just ended, and she felt that the large fireworks Gu Mian was talking about were definitely not like that.

"He also told me..." Gu Mian paused at this point, looking 007 up and down a few times.

007 was bewildered by the scrutiny, so Gu Mian stopped looking and continued, "He also told me that you are a good person."

Good people need to be cultivated from a young age.

Gu Mian decided to start cultivating good people from now on.

007:"……"

Just as she was speechless, a cheer came from below the stage.

It turned out that the final outcome had already been foreseen – a lowly person stopped on the grid marked with highly corrosive liquid, and green liquid rained down on him, drenching him completely.

The screams were endless.

He will not die immediately, but will suffer for a long time before passing away.

The survivor from the first round was standing in a safe cell not far away. A few drops of solution splashed onto his hand, and he was covering it with a mixture of pain and pleasure on his face.

"Alright, the first round is over! Standing on the stage is our winner of the first round!" The host clapped his hands and walked towards the survivor amidst cheers. "Now, the winner of the first round can step down. Let's now look at the five performers for the second round..."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze over.

007 took a few steps back, feeling a chill run down her spine under the host's gaze.

The other lower-class people were the same; they all flinched a few times. The corpses on the platform had not yet been removed, which gave them a strong visual shock.

Gu Mian was focused on how to save the wayward girl, ignoring the host's gaze.

The host, beaming with delight upon discovering the troublemaker, remarked, "One of the performers in the second round seems quite confident."

At this moment, Gu Mian realized that the host was praising his steely resolve, so he proudly puffed out his chest.

The host caught his breath and looked away: "Then please invite the performers to stand at the starting line."

Gu Mian followed the people in front of him and stood in front of the starting square of Monopoly. The five people stood in a row, and the host walked past them with a black box in hand. As he passed Gu Mian, he gave him a strange smile and glanced at him. He stopped in front of the lowest-ranking person on the far right and handed the black box to that person: "Then let's invite the first performer of the second round to draw a box. I wonder how lucky this performer will be."

Just as the host was speaking, the lower-class man reached into the hidden box and pulled out a slip of paper.

Gu Mian couldn't see the numbers on the slip of paper; he only noticed that the lower-class person's body stiffened after the slip was pulled out.

There's a high probability that I drew the Death slot.

The host glanced at the note and gave a half-smile: "Alright, let's begin."

Then the first performer began to move stiffly, clearly terrified, but forced to proceed according to the numbers on the slip of paper.

Sure enough, he stopped before the sixth square and had to step onto the seventh.

The moment he stepped onto the seventh square, a sharp iron rod pierced out from below, instantly turning him into a sizzling hot plate.

The number he drew was 7.

The audience cheered excitedly again.

To be honest, Gu Mian felt that if she had drawn that unlucky number, she would have kicked the host over and turned on him on the spot.

But these lower-class people didn't even think about running away. Knowing it was a dead end, they didn't dare to stop.

Of course, Gu Mian wouldn't jump around on the grid.

He knew his luck was bad; even if he drew a safe number, there was a high probability he would encounter danger when passing through a death square.

As he walks by, the iron rods beneath the ground might suddenly feel restless and want to make intimate contact with him, and the corrosive liquid above his head might think his clothes are dirty and need a rinse...

In short, he won't do anything reckless on the grid.

At most, I'll participate in a lottery.

The second person was the one wearing the snake-head mask. He had already drawn a number and was lucky enough to draw 12, which landed on a safe square.

The third person wasn't so lucky. He pulled out a 1, but before he could take a step, a giant hammer fell on his head and smashed him flat on the ground.

A few drops of blood splattered onto Gu Mian's clothes.

"Wow," the host said as he walked toward Gu Mian amidst cheers from the audience, "this round is really fast. Two people died right away. It looks like this round will end very quickly."

007 was still thinking about Gu Mian's comment, "I'll show you a big firework." She felt that not only would this round end quickly, but the entire carnival would probably end quickly as well.

The host, holding a darkroom, stopped in front of Gu Mian and said with a hint of malice, "It's your turn."

Gu Mian was preparing for his performance when he was suddenly pulled back to reality by the host's voice. He looked at the host standing in front of him and felt unhappy.

You're blocking my camera!

Gu Mian reached out and pushed the host standing in front of her aside a few times. Only after seeing the audience seats blocked by the host did she nod in satisfaction.

The host, who was pulled aside, was caught off guard. He opened his mouth slightly, seemingly unable to believe what had just happened.

But before he could get angry, Gu Mian reached into the box.

He reached into the box and rummaged around inside for a while. The host, barely suppressing his anger, asked, "Is this performer stalling for time?"

The audience immediately erupted in mocking laughter.

Suddenly, Gu Mian raised her other hand and called out to the audience, "Everyone, please be quiet!"

007 next to him twitched his lips. Was this a case of the guest taking the lead?
Looking at Gu Mian's confident figure, she felt that she would soon be able to see the grand fireworks display.

Sure enough, Gu Mian's next sentence was: "I'll perform a magic trick for everyone."

(End of this chapter)