Global Collapse

Chapter 782 What thoughts and feelings does this ugly photo express?

"You're the building manager of this game city, and this whole building belongs to you?" Now Gu Mian finally understood why Sha Lu had asked her to come to this person for help.

Moreover, the crazy building manager must help.

Killing is like throwing a time bomb right into Crazy Game City. The Crazy Building Manager will definitely do everything in his power to prevent this bomb from exploding in the game city.

Thinking about it, Gu Mian looked up at the ceiling of the room: "Such a big building, if it were to explode, the damage would be considerable, right?"

The crazy building manager's face turned visibly red, clearly not out of embarrassment, but because he was feeling hot-blooded at the thought of something bad.

"I didn't know that Ruo... I didn't know that Killer at all before yesterday! Okay, we knew each other existed, but that was all. We had never met or spoken before!"

is it?

Gu Mian thought to herself, when Sha Lu introduced the Mad Building Manager, he said, "I have a friend at the Crazy Game City."

It seems this friend was given a temporary title by the killing spree.

At this moment, the crazy building manager was still rambling on and on:

"To be honest, the NPCs in the game city aren't familiar with their group of upper-class people, even though they've heard that Killing is considered a relatively normal upper-class person..."

"So when he called me yesterday, I was actually quite surprised. Upper-class people sometimes call our arcade to order goods, but they always call the supplier's store manager directly, so when he called my photo studio yesterday, I knew something was wrong;

"I considered countless possibilities, but I never imagined he would pass this hot potato to me, and even worse!"

In the past, wherever Gu Mian went, there was always chaos and wailing ghosts.

Now that Gu Mian has also received a buff that allows her to grant wishes, the scene has become even more of a living hell.

"I heard from that Killer that you're going to take your demolition team to participate in some kind of prestigious variety show hosted by the upper class. He asked me to find you identities to participate in the show. I'm already contacting my friends. I just hope that you won't wander around my mall before I've got this sorted out, and don't suddenly come up with any brilliant ideas on a whim."

It's clear that Crazy Building Manager truly detests killing; his tone becomes clenched with rage whenever the name of killing is mentioned.

Gu Mian had no doubt that if the killing were happening in front of them, the building manager would definitely rush up and grab him by the neck.

Just then, the phone rang, bringing the building manager, who was on the verge of collapse, back to some semblance of rationality.

Gu Mian glanced at the caller ID and saw that it read "Toy Goose Specialty Products Factory".

"Does Toy Goose also manufacture special items?"

He knew that Toy Goose had a food processing plant, but this was the first time Gu Mian had ever seen a special items manufacturing plant. Not to mention, the industry involved in this factory was quite extensive.

The building manager glanced at Gu Mian warily, then pressed the call button to answer the phone.

"Hey, is this Crazy Building Manager? The ID card you ordered yesterday has been completed and is being delivered by the courier. It should arrive at the game center soon."

The voice on the other end was that of a young man, and what he said caught Gu Mian's attention. "The crazy building manager ordered identity cards from Toy Goose yesterday?" Just from the name, she knew it served the same purpose as the "human skin mask" from the TV series—exactly what Gu Mian and the others needed.

It seems that yesterday's phone call had a great deterrent effect, forcing the building manager to get up overnight to order identity cards.

"Okay, I'll go get it right away."

"However, your park's NPCs have never really interacted with the upper class. Why did you suddenly order so many identity cards disguised as upper class people? Are you planning to watch that variety show in six days? Others have also ordered these. Quite a few people have ordered them," the young man on the other end of the phone asked.

The NPCs in the lower-dimensional world have always been hostile to Gu Mian. The crazy building manager couldn't say that he was buying it for Gu Mian, so he could only give perfunctory "uh-huh" answers, saying that he and his friends wanted to see it.

"Besides the several upper-class identity cards, you also customized an lower-class identity card. Is it because you or one of your friends want to go on stage and experience it yourself?" A suspicious voice came from the other end of the line.

The building manager reached up and wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead: "I do have a friend who wants to experience this... Ah! I suddenly have to hang up now, goodbye!"

He hurriedly hung up the phone, then rubbed his forehead in exasperation and turned to Gu Mian: "The identity tokens we made for you have arrived. I'm going to pick them up now. I hope you can leave here immediately after you get them and go participate in that damn variety show!"

After saying that, the building manager hurriedly unlocked the door and left, as if he didn't want to stay with Gu Mian for even a second longer.

The 007s outside were questioning the dog about the identity of the crazy building manager when they turned around and saw him come out from inside.

"Ah! The building manager is out. Did the building manager check on the big bad guy today?" The dog saw the crazy building manager come out and jumped up to shove a wanted poster into his hand. Judging from its words, it seemed that it distributed Gu Mian's portrait here every day, regardless of whether others had received it before.

Everyone present now has a photo of Gu Mian in their hands.

Mingliang looked at the wanted poster in his hand with a sense of flattery; it was the first time someone had forced a special item into his hand.

The building manager didn't stop, clutching the wanted poster in his hand and walking toward the escalator with a grim expression.

The dog watched his retreating figure, its fluffy face full of confusion: "This is the first time I've seen the building manager in such a bad mood."

Just then, it heard the sound of a door opening behind it again. Turning around, it saw a man carrying a guitar case walking out of the photo studio.

Upon seeing that it was someone he had never met before, the dog immediately perked up, jumped up, and enthusiastically shoved a flyer into the other person's hand: "Sir, look at the big bad guy, look at this big bad guy."

Big bad guy?

Gu Mian raised her hand curiously to look at the thing in her hand. It was a very familiar wanted poster with a very familiar ugly photo on it.

Gu Mian: "..."

He glanced at the wanted poster, then at the dog doll at his feet, whose expression grew increasingly confused.

He has now found the creator of the wanted poster, who was filled with homesickness.

Haha! There are still fifteen minutes until tomorrow, and I'm already up and about to start updating again!