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Chapter 720 Camel Mianzi
The voices on the other end paused when they heard the fortune teller's words, but the sound of the ground being scraped in the background continued, sounding extremely jarring.

Half a second later, the loud voice rang out again—"Didn't I tell you not to drag it? You've already scratched my floor! I'll help you lift it in a bit!"

After he finished speaking, the rubbing sound stopped.

You can tell this person really cares about their floor.

Then the voice came through the microphone again: "Not from our Paradise World? That's troublesome. Didn't the train that travels between the worlds break down completely a while ago? I heard the train conductor wanted to send it to the factory for repairs, but it seems it can't be fixed. There's no passage between our worlds anymore..."

As he spoke, someone on the other end called out to him: "When are you going to finish your call? Those upper-class people are nagging you outside, and there's still a bunch of stuff that hasn't been moved yet."

"I'm recruiting people, so let them call out. Anyway, those upper-class people can only call out outside. We're not lower-class people who can be enslaved by them."

After speaking with the person on the other end of the phone, the person who answered the phone turned back to the fortune teller and continued speaking: "We are indeed short-staffed, but since that car broke down, people from other worlds can't come to Paradise. Do you know anyone at the food processing plant here in Paradise? If they have any part-time workers, you can have them come to me. The more, the better."

The fortune teller was a fraud; she didn't know anyone at the food processing plant. Fortunately, Chu Changge had written down her explanation on the teleprompter in time.

The fortune teller replied from the teleprompter: "I don't know anyone on your side. You're short-staffed. A large group of us have been harmed by Gu Mian and have no work to do. Is there no other way for us to get to your paradise? We can only wait for the train to be repaired?"

"It can't be fixed. I heard they're going to replace it with a new vehicle. You definitely won't be able to come here to work until the new vehicle is in operation." The man suddenly stopped talking, then continued, "No, it's not entirely impossible for you to come here."

"What method?" the fortune teller pressed.

"You can enter directly using the Paradise World's dungeon entry ticket. Those things were originally prepared for players, but we can use them too. After entering the dungeon, talk to the high-level NPC inside and ask him to give you a visa so you can stay. However, since the Killing Game crashed, the Paradise's higher-ups have started to collect the dungeon entry tickets for their own world. There shouldn't be many entry tickets left scattered outside this world now."

Gu Mian knew this method; he had previously entered the circus instance using a clown mask.

But as this person said, most of the entrance tickets for the Paradise World instance were recycled by the higher-ups, and the clown mask was something they found with great difficulty in the junkyard instance. Of the bunch they found, only two were usable.

These admission tickets are really hard to find.

"Or it could be a special instance in our world where certain conditions are met, which might pull you in. I heard there's a special instance in other worlds where you have to deliver packages. Once you've delivered ninety-nine packages, you'll be pulled into that instance. But it seems this only applies to players. Right now, there's no order in the outside world, so who's going to deliver packages? I heard that no one has ever met the requirements to get into that instance..."

As the man spoke, a urging voice came from the background: "Old Xu, are you done on the phone? Come and help me move this steel bar, there's a whole bunch waiting behind us."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming right away," Old Xu replied, then turned to the fortune teller and said, "Ask your friends if they have any tickets to our dungeon. I have to go do some work now."

He then hurriedly hung up the phone, leaving only a busy tone on the screen.

Gu Mian looked at the note in the booklet: "[Job Recruitment Office at Carnival Wharf, Ji San]"

This person changed his name from Ji San to Lao Xu?
The fat man next to him was also a little confused, but he quickly understood: "The recruitment department is an office job after all, so it's normal for different people to be on duty every day."

He continued, "Doctor, it's hard for us to get tickets to the Paradise instance, right? But we can try that special instance he mentioned that requires certain conditions to enter. If we do something weird from time to time, we might just accidentally enter the Paradise instance."
"Last time, I just mentioned 'Transformation' and then a bunch of us were pulled into the 'Transformation' instance. That should have been the time we met the entry requirements for the 'Transformation' instance."

As he spoke, the fat man looked up and shouted three times at the ceiling, "I want to enter the Paradise instance!"

The fortune teller next to him stared in disbelief, fearing that the fat man's curse might actually come true and create a special instance that would drag him in as well.

A few seconds of silence filled the room, and no notification panel popped up in front of them. "Ah," the fat man scratched his head, "this doesn't seem right."

"Didn't that person mention a special instance for delivering packages? You guys can try delivering packages there. It's a special instance, after all, so it's definitely more advanced than the instance you get matched at the ticket booth," the fortune teller suggested. She didn't want them experimenting with the conditions for entering a special instance in the apartment.

She was afraid that she would be taken into a special instance by Gu Mian and the others while she was still asleep.

"That delivery dungeon sounds really high-level, but where are we going to find delivery drivers to send them to? We'd have to gather ninety-nine delivery drivers to send them to..." The fat man paused here, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said, "Speaking of which, Doctor, do you remember what happened after we cleared the first dungeon? We ran into a delivery truck on the way back."

Gu Mian certainly remembered that they had also dismantled that delivery truck, and one of the packages had an address that read, "The seventh floor, ninth refrigerated morgue from the left, after entering the underground morgue of Lianhua Hospital."

The gift inside was a cotton quilt, which left a deep impression on him.

I guess one of the corpses was cold, so they bought this quilt online.

Looking back now, that delivery address is truly outrageous. Could it be the key to unlocking that delivery copy?

Since there are no other clues, Gu Mian stood up and said, "Let's go see if that delivery truck is still there."

"Doctor, I think it's pretty bad." The fat man also stood up unsteadily. "When we went up there, we tore down that delivery truck. Everyone else who saw that delivery truck must have had the same thought as us. Now that so much time has passed, I estimate that the truck has been torn down by different people several times. There might not even be a hair left."

"Let's go take a look first." Gu Mian lifted her foot and walked outside.

If that delivery truck really is related to the special instance, then it shouldn't have left nothing behind; at least it should have left a wheel for them to observe.

Seeing Gu Mian start to walk out, the fortune teller quickly stood up: "There are still two phone numbers left to dial, aren't you going to call them?"

The remaining two are NPCs from the arcade, one named Rabbit and the other named Manager Jin. They're not from any recruitment office, so calling them out of the blue would probably raise suspicion.

Gu Mian waved her hand: "We'll talk about it later. Let's go find a delivery truck first."

The fat man jogged after Gu Mian: "Doctor, I still remember that place. Once, when you were driving the hearse, you swerved all the cars in that area to the side. I even saw that delivery truck back then; you squeezed it onto the small truck next to it and crushed it..."

When Gu Mian found the delivery truck, it was indeed flattened.

It was sandwiched between a small truck and a car, and Gu Mian searched for a long time before finding the small metal disc sandwiched between the two vehicles.

The truck's cargo compartments, used for storing packages, were bursting at the seams and deformed from the pressure.

Worried that Gu Mian might hurt her hands while pulling the cart, Fatty pulled out two pairs of gloves from his pocket: "Luckily, I was prepared. Doctor, if we each take a pair, we won't cut our hands."

"Brother Chu, you just watch from the side. The doctor and I will pull it out." The fat man said considerately to Chu Changge as he put on his gloves.

But just as he finished putting on his gloves, he saw Gu Mian suddenly pull out a walkie-talkie and shout, "Mom!"

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone! I hope I can finish writing the next chapter by the time I'm done for Mid-Autumn Festival. Good luck everyone!
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