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Chapter 746 Eat My Gugu (Two Chapters)
Gu Mian originally wanted to sneak up and follow Xie Bi'an to see what he was going to do, but the black-robed figure disappeared in an instant, and he couldn't follow even if he wanted to.

He had no choice but to get down to business first and give the borrowed big data search results to 007.

But 007 isn't home.

Gu Mian knocked on the door for half a minute without any response, but the door next door opened.

The fortune teller who lives next door said, "Are you looking for 007? She's been searching for Renle Mountain these past few days, and Xiao Hong has gone out with her."

Xiao Hong does often come to play with 007, but she often gets into fights with the goose that 007 keeps. If Xiao Qiao happens to pass by, she will most likely join the battle.

Therefore, Gu Mian often witnessed scenes of a person, a ghost, and a goose fighting each other.

It's worth mentioning that when the goose was first bought, it had full feathers and a proud posture, but now it has been plucked like a feather duster. The feathers on its rump were even ripped off by Little Red during a battle, so now it always wanders around with its bare rump exposed.

"Last time I did a divination for 007, it said that Ren Leshan and that hardware old Liu were in a very dark room, I guess it was a warehouse, so she is now searching all the warehouses nearby. By the way, that Little Sage Equal to Heaven isn't with them, I don't know where he went."

Gu Mian thought to herself, "I guess he's dead. He was strangled by Renle Mountain and we've made a triple kill."

At this moment, the fortune teller saw the big data search in Gu Mian's hand, "A few days ago, 007 also borrowed this from Xiao Qiao to search for Renle Mountain."

"Didn't find it?" Gu Mian raised an eyebrow.

If they had found it, 007 would be heading straight for its destination now, instead of trying its luck in a nearby warehouse.

"Didn't find it." The fortune teller nodded, a strange look on his face. "And this sentence popped up on the screen..."

She cleared her throat and mimicked the system voice when a phone call cannot be connected: "Due to the large amount of data, the search range for this item is limited. We suggest you search within 800 kilometers of this item's location."

Gu Mian had seen this sentence before.

Previously, when he used big data to search for clown masks, the same message popped up.

This means the item being searched is not within 800 kilometers.

This is strange.

"007 borrowed it the day after the Candy Crush game was released, but it indicated that Renle Mountain was not within 800 kilometers." The fortune teller looked puzzled. "Could it be that they traveled 800 kilometers in one night?"

007 certainly didn't believe they could have traveled that far in one night, so he was still searching the surrounding warehouses.

“Maybe they have a teleportation device that can teleport 800 kilometers at once,” Gu Mian said. “Or maybe Ren Leshan is dead, so the big data search can’t find him.”

However, that person didn't seem like someone who would die so easily.

“There’s another possibility,” he said, touching the big data search in his hand, “that they didn’t die, nor did they go far; they just used something to cover up their location.”

"Brother, this place isn't far from the doctor's residence. Are we sure we won't be discovered hiding here? Maybe we should find a chance to leave this place, the farther the better." In the power distribution room of Lianhua Amusement Park, Lao Liu from Shengli Hardware was talking incessantly to Ren Leshan next to him.

"Do you think I don't want to leave?" Ren Leshan's tone was harsh. "We've only just escaped, and those people are definitely still looking for us. If we go out now, we'll easily run into them. If we get bumped into by that guy on the fifth or sixth floor..."

Ren Leshan recalled the player's actions on the fifth and sixth floors of the match-3 game dungeon.

First, a headless corpse appeared out of thin air to solve the problem on the third and fourth floors. At that time, Ren Leshan did not understand how the people on the fifth and sixth floors did it.

But now he understands.

Someone on the fifth or sixth floor must have killed their teammate, cut off their head to create a headless corpse, and that's how they solved the problem for the people on the third and fourth floors.

He also got the inspiration from the fifth and sixth floors, realizing that he could kill his teammates to make up the number of corpses.

Only then did he understand why there were murder tools in every room: drowned corpses soaking in water tanks, strangled corpses with ropes wrapped around their necks, and bloodstained axes placed next to dismembered corpses...

These are all designed to make it easier for players to kill people using the same methods.

The people on the fifth and sixth floors must have thought of this long ago; they have truly terrifying minds. Moreover, Ren Leshan noticed that the people on the fifth and sixth floors didn't remove the corpses from their floors until the very end, letting them turn into vengeful ghosts.

Ren Leshan couldn't guess what that person was thinking, nor did he know what their final fate would be.

But his intuition told him that the man wasn't dead. He'd been filled with unease ever since escaping the apartment, hiding here, afraid to show himself. "Sigh, I wonder where Qi Tian went. Brother, do you think he might have been the one from the fifth or sixth floor, and was killed by the vengeful ghosts before he could properly dispose of the body..." Old Liu said, his voice tinged with melancholy.

Ren Leshan glanced at him lightly, and seeing that there was nothing unusual on Lao Liu's face, he spoke up: "Maybe so. I also said that I was the only one on the first and second floors. He's not on your third or fourth floor, so there's a high chance that he's on the fifth or sixth floor."

Ren Leshan did not tell Lao Liu the truth, nor did he mention his various speculations about the fifth and sixth floors.

When Lao Liu curiously asked Ren Leshan how he disposed of the last two strangled bodies, Ren Leshan acted mysteriously, as if he was hiding some secret weapon. At this point, Lao Liu wisely stopped asking.

Knowing that Qi Tian was probably dead, Old Liu remained silent for a while before speaking again: "Brother, how long are we going to hide? I want to go back to our old place. Qi Tian and I made a promise that whoever died first would have the other hand over his remaining belongings to his family. Qi Tian's things are still in our old place."

They both came to work in other places, far from home.

After the global game began, they walked home together. They didn't know if they would make it home alive, so they made this promise to each other.

Qi Tian didn't want to leave much to his family except a will and a worn-out bankbook.

In situations like these days, savings books are practically useless.

But Qi Tian always held onto a hopeful expectation, thinking that if the game ended one day, he might still be able to use the money he had painstakingly saved up, so that his family wouldn't be left without money to eat.

Old Liu knew this was unlikely; it was just a thought that kept Qi Tian trying to survive.

“You can’t go back.” Ren Leshan stared at Lao Liu. “They will definitely guess your idea and will probably be waiting there for you to walk into their trap.”

If Lao Liu gets caught, he will definitely reveal his hiding place to them.

Old Liu became somewhat anxious: "But, but Qi Tian's relics."

Before he could finish speaking, he met Ren Leshan's increasingly terrifying gaze. Old Liu shuddered at the look, his voice instantly lowering: "I...I don't want to go back now. I want to wait a little longer, wait until that person says we can leave, then I'll go back and get Qitian's things..."

In the dimly lit electrical room, Ren Leshan stared at Lao Liu for a long while before looking away and saying nothing more.

Old Liu was a little uneasy, unsure of Ren Leshan's intentions. But he secretly made up his mind that even if Ren Leshan disagreed, he would find an opportunity to go back and retrieve Qi Tian's will and bankbook.

"Little one, girl, you've come here... this is so rude..."

007 was waiting in the house where she had been hiding before Renle Mountain, wondering if they would come back. Before long, she heard Xiao Hong making a sound as she was rummaging through things in the corner.

Xiao Hong cannot speak; her voice comes from a mind-controlled speaker hanging around her neck.

Turning my head, I saw that Xiao Hong had somehow pulled out a piece of paper and was staring wide-eyed at its contents.

She was clearly not very literate; the sounds coming from the speaker were jumbled and couldn't form a coherent sentence.

007 took the paper from her hand; it was a letter.

"Xiao Tian, ​​if you see this letter, then I must already be dead..."

After reading the first line, 007 realized it was a suicide note. She didn't continue reading, but instead focused on the bottom of the page, where the sender's name was written.

"Qi Youcheng"

It should be the last will and testament left by the Monkey King.

007 folded the paper in his hand, then turned around and looked around. He found an envelope that had been torn to shreds by Xiao Hong on the ground not far away.

She stepped forward and picked up the envelope, finding a faded passbook inside. It looked quite old, and the account holder was Qi Youcheng.

007 put the suicide note and bankbook back into the envelope, folded the slightly torn opening, and put it back into the cardboard box in the corner.

Xiao Hong reached out to take the envelope again, but 007 stopped her hand: "You can't play with this."

Little Red pouted, but obediently stopped touching the envelopes in the cardboard box. Instead, she picked up a baseball bat and rolled it around on the ground.

Okay, okay, I'll repent and start anew, a prodigal son who turns over a new leaf, wash my hands of the criminal ways, and lay down my weapons. A life of ten thousand years is no longer just a dream.

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(End of this chapter)