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Chapter 618 My Favorite Dream Pigeon Person
"They died at one point, but not completely; they were in a state of being both dead and alive." — This was the conclusion given by the diviner.

Her face was wrinkled like a steamed bun, and she seemed unsure of the conclusions she had drawn from her divination.

Chu Changge and Xiao Qiao had already been kicked out by Gu Mian, leaving only the two of them in the room.

The fortune teller glanced at the two fortune sticks on the table again: "If only one person drew this result, it might be a mistake on my part, but these two people drew the exact same fortune sticks... I don't think it's a mistake."

Gu Mian also stared at the slip of paper on the table: "So they're in a state of being both dead and alive right now?"

It doesn't look like it.

The fortune teller shook his head with difficulty: "I don't know either. This state of being both dead and alive could exist in their past, or it could exist in their present, or it could exist in their future."

She lowered her head in shame as she said this: "My abilities are limited. I can only predict that they will be in this state for a certain period of time, but I don't know whether this period is in the past or in the future."

Gu Mian had just discussed Schrödinger's death of the evil god statue with Louis in the dungeon, but unexpectedly, Chu Changge and Xiao Qiao also experienced the same situation.

Are their conditions similar to those of the evil god statues? Gu Mian fell into deep thought. Are all the guardians in this state?

The fortune teller looked puzzled: "This is the first time I've ever divined something like this. Did you find something in the dungeon that led you to bring them here for divination?"

She had asked a similar question not long ago, but Gu Mian had not given an answer.

Gu Mian still didn't answer the question this time. He just leaned back on the sofa, thought for a while, and then gave an irrelevant answer: "Have you ever listened to a wired radio?"

The fortune teller didn't know why Gu Mian suddenly brought up the radio. She recalled the events of the past twenty years and nodded hesitantly, "I have heard it a few times."

"Radios broadcast live, right?"

The fortune teller nodded hesitantly again: "It seems so. When receiving signals, it can only receive factual reports. Some tape recorders may have a replay function, but I have never seen such an advanced tape recorder."

"What if one day a radio announcer is standing in front of you, but the radio is playing his factual report?"

Seemingly afraid that the fortune teller wouldn't understand, Gu Mian generously gave an example of herself: "If I were a news anchor, and I were right in front of you, you could hear my live broadcast when you turn on the radio."

The fortune teller was puzzled as the conversation suddenly took a strange turn.

She swallowed hard and guessed, "Then I guess you've seen a ghost."

What a simplistic guess.

“By the way,” Gu Mian turned to the fortune teller, “Do you know how to make amulets? Like those in TV dramas, where the protagonist draws a bad fortune stick, and an old Taoist priest descends from the sky and gives him an amulet, saying that this amulet will definitely protect you.”

Diviner: "..."

I'm a fortune teller, not a Taoist priest!

However, she really does know how to fold talismans. Fortune tellers can make lucky charms, which may slightly improve one's luck, but it consumes a lot of energy and the effectiveness is not guaranteed.

She had tried this thing a few times before, with almost no effect. She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but after wearing the lucky charm, her chances of encountering ghosts in the dungeon seemed to increase significantly.

The fortune teller hesitated for a moment: "I can't make amulets, but how about a useless lucky charm?"

Lucky charm? Upon hearing this, Gu Mian's eyes began to light up. There are such good things?
He nodded slowly and said in a reluctant tone, "Lucky charms are fine too."

The fortune teller, noticing the strange light in Gu Mian's eyes, remained silent for a few seconds before speaking: "I need a few sheets of foldable paper..."

No one had lived in her house for a long time; all she had was toilet paper.

Upon hearing this, Gu Mian reached into her pocket and rummaged around for a while before finding a piece of paper: "Do you think this kind of paper is okay?"

The fortune teller took the [Dungeon Entry Ticket (Secondary Ticket)] from Gu Mian's hand and fell into deep thought. Such a rare and special item is just a piece of paper he casually pulled out. Is this the world of the rich?
Finally, Gu Mian tore out several pages from Chu Changge's book and handed them to the fortune teller. After watching her fold them up, she happily left with a string of lucky charms.

The fortune teller in the room leaned back on the sofa, utterly exhausted, without a drop of blood left.

The lucky charms made by the fortune teller were snatched up as soon as they were brought back to the house.

First, the fat guy grabbed one, clutching a lucky charm folded from a book page in his hand: "Can it really bring people luck? If it really works, wouldn't it be a savior for doctors?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the prettiest one and put it in Chu Changge's pocket: "You become like those you associate with. Brother Chu goes into dungeons with doctors every day, so you should carry one to avoid getting infected by the doctors."

Is this how the saying "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black" is used?

Gu Mian deliberately tore off a piece of food and hung it around Xiao Qiao's neck, who was mooching a meal nearby. Tonight's dinner was Fatty's special egg fried rice and clay pot pig's trotter soup. Xiao Qiao was having a battle of wits with the pig's trotter in her bowl.

Thinking of the fortune teller's words about Xiao Qiao being both dead and alive, Gu Mian frowned.

At this moment, Chu Changge's voice rang in my ears. This was the first thing he had said to Gu Mian after she left the dungeon: "You took us to find the diviner as soon as we left the dungeon. Did you make a discovery in the dungeon?"

The fortune teller had asked similar questions, but she never received an answer.

“I met Louis,” Gu Mian turned to look at him, “Louis told me how you met in the killing game instance. It turns out you had so many exchanges behind my back in a corner of the world.”

Chu Changge pushed up his glasses, showing no sign of guilt at being caught: "Because there was no valuable information in the conversation, I didn't tell you afterwards."

Gu Mian recalled what Louis had told him: "Leaving all that aside for now, the second world you live in is number one, also known as the first world, right?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Changge remained silent for a few seconds before nodding and saying, "Yes."

"So, since you came from the First World, your serial number is also number one, right?"

Chu Changge fell silent again, this time for a longer period than before, before finally nodding in agreement.

Gu Mian continued, "Do you remember more than half a year ago, not long after the global game started, I was fiddling with the radio here, and we heard a broadcast." The fat man leaned over and said, "I remember this one. The content was something like, 'Waaah, I am the number one guardian. I accidentally lost the person I was supposed to follow for twenty years. Where did the number two go? They haven't come out to look for me.'"

Gu Mian: "..."

He remembered that the original text didn't seem to be like that, especially since the words "woo woo" were missing, but the overall meaning was correct.

“That’s strange,” Gu Mian frowned as she looked at Chu Changge, “Does your world have other guardians who have come to Earth?”

He remembered that Chu Changge had once said that each low-dimensional world could only send out one person at most.

But more than half a year ago, Gu Mian did hear that live broadcast together with Chu Changge.

Chu Changge was right next to him at the time, so it was impossible for Chu Changge to have sent that broadcast.

At this moment, Xiao Qiao, who was eating rice nearby, suddenly looked up and said, "Impossible. There's only one of him. There's only one in each world."

Xiao Qiao was very certain of this.

“Perhaps someone fabricated it,” Chu Changge pushed up his glasses. “Someone forged the identity of Guardian Number One for themselves at that time and broadcast it so that we could hear it.”

Gu Mian stroked her chin: "There must be a reason for everything. This broadcast must have been trying to send a message to someone. At the time, I was completely unaware of the Guardian's identity, and neither was Fatty. Now that I think about it, only you knew about the Guardian's existence, and he impersonated you. It's very likely that he was trying to get your attention. I guess that broadcast was probably trying to send a message to you."

Chu Changge lowered her eyes: "That's what I thought too, but I still couldn't figure out the intention behind that broadcast."

Gu Mian turned to look at Xiao Qiao: "Only guardians from lower-dimensional worlds know of the existence of guardians, so the one who impersonated you and broadcast the message must have been a guardian from another world."

But what's the point of impersonating Chu Changge?

“It has nothing to do with me, I never impersonated anyone.” Noticing Gu Mian’s gaze, Xiao Qiao raised her hands and cried out that she was innocent.

Xiao Qiao certainly doesn't seem like the type to do something so clever.

Gu Mian didn't understand why the guardians from other worlds would impersonate Chu Changge to broadcast the message, and why they happened to overhear it.

It's really strange.

He then thought of the "Second Guardian" mentioned in the broadcast, and turned to look at Chu Changge: "Do you know who the Second Guardian is?"

Chu Changge turned to look at the fat man, and after a few seconds said, "Math teacher."

really……

The fat man's father.

“He’s already dead,” Xiao Qiao added, sticking a pig’s trotter in her hair.

The fat man had a pout and watery eyes.

"You know he's dead too?" Gu Mian looked at Xiao Qiao strangely.

Xiao Qiao only met him after the global game started, so she shouldn't have known that his math teacher had died.

“I can sense it,” Xiao Qiao said succinctly. “The oppressive feeling has disappeared.”

A sense of oppression?
Will Xiao Qiao feel the pressure from the other guardians? She will sense the death of any guardian immediately.

Presumably, Xiao Qiao also recognized the real and fake Chu Changge during the dragon boat event by the sense of oppression.

But why does she feel oppressed by the other guardians?
Gu Mian asked Chu Changge, "Can you also feel the pressure from the other guardians?"

Chu Changge shook his head slightly: "Guardians can sense each other. I can't feel any pressure, but I can feel it if a guardian dies."

Gu Mian quickly recalled the people who had died around her since she was a child: "Can you tell me how many have died now?"

"Teachers from the Second World..." Chu Changge seemed to be reporting the death list in world order.

However, he stopped after saying the first sentence. Just when Gu Mian thought that only this one had died, Chu Changge's voice continued: "Fifth World, Lin Xiaowei."

The fat man's breath hitched, and he looked nervously at Gu Mian.

He remembered that Brother Chu had said that Lin Xiaowei was Gu Mian's childhood playmate. While others dared not approach Gu Mian, this girl had kissed him so hard that his face was swollen.

But in the end, she still died under the crushing weight of fate. She resisted Gu Mian's fate of death with her own life.

The fat man felt a little sad; it seemed that Lin Xiaowei's story had ended before it even began.

Gu Mian lowered her head to straighten the hem of her clothes, then raised her head and let out a soft "Mmm".

Chu Changge turned his head and continued listing the names of the dead: "Sixth World, Song Yu."

The fat man looked up curiously. It was the first time he had heard this name. Judging from the name, she must be a woman. Had she died without anyone knowing?
As he pondered this, he glanced at Gu Mian, only to find that she seemed to have already guessed it, her expression remaining unchanged.

"Does the doctor know this person?" the fat man asked cautiously.

“Yes,” Gu Mian looked up, “she was someone who almost became my mother.”

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