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Chapter 846 Gu Bengbeng: No Way Out

"Doctor, are you going to plant the seeds in the large chamber now?"

The fat man's voice interrupted the judge's recollection.

His thoughts returned to reality, and he turned to look at Gu Mian with anticipation, his face practically screaming, "Go plant it!"

Gu Mian glanced at the barely suppressed anticipation on the evaluator's face, then turned and put away the five seed packets in her hand: "Let's not plant them yet."

Who knows if, after the seed is planted, this cunning evaluator will suddenly produce some kind of "high-grade special fertilizer" that can instantly transform a ghost and secretly sprinkle it on himself?

Judging from the expectant expression on the reviewer's face, he might actually have such a thing.

"Let's go check the second floor first." This instance must have something special about it, which is why the evil god sent me here. Gu Mian plans to go to the second floor to look for clues first.

"Alright." The rating officer walked dejectedly at the front, leading the way for Gu Mian and the others. "I'll take you upstairs to see your accommodations."

The group went up to the second floor, where there were five bedrooms and a small storage room.

It was clear that four of the bedrooms had been uninhabited for a long time, and were covered in dust. Only one room was relatively clean and tidy, probably where the reviewers usually stayed.

There are five greenhouses downstairs and only five rooms upstairs. Gu Mian turned to the evaluator next to her and asked, "Was this instance previously a five-player instance?"

The evaluator nodded listlessly: "Yes, it's a special five-player instance. Once the conditions are met, five players in the area will be pulled in."

It's probably because there are only five greenhouses; if there are more people, there won't be enough greenhouses to go around.

Gu Mian went around to each room again, hoping to find something.

The room is furnished with a bed, a desk, paper and pens, and an electronic timer on the desk, presumably for players to record watering times.

However, since the instance had been closed long ago and no players came here, the electronic timers were no longer useful. The raters simply stopped changing the batteries for the electronic timers, and all five electronic timers had stopped working.

The evaluator also realized that without an electronic timer, Gu Mian would not be able to control the watering time. He immediately spun around twice in a hurry, then rushed to the dusty little warehouse and rummaged through it. Many miscellaneous items rolled out of the warehouse door.

The warehouse was small; you could see everything inside at a glance. There were only a few tables, a few empty buckets, and some scattered miscellaneous items piled on the floor.

Finally, he found the two batteries.

The rating officer, covered in dust, rushed out of the warehouse, grabbed the electronic timer on the table, pressed the battery into it, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the numbers displayed on the timer.

Now we don't have to worry about Gu Mian forgetting to water the plants.

However, Gu Mian's attention was not on whether or not to water the plants. He turned his gaze away from the cluttered warehouse and asked the rating officer, "Why is this instance closed?"

The judge glanced at Gu Mian hesitantly, but didn't dare to speak.

But the expression on his face betrayed him; it clearly said, "Of course, it's to keep an eye on you."

However, the raters were also a little puzzled. Gu Mian was causing trouble in various dungeons, making everyone uneasy. Many people were afraid that they would repeat the mistakes of Mr. Green or Coach Che, and they all applied to close the dungeon matchmaking channel, but all of them were rejected.

Only a very few important instances have closed matchmaking channels, such as the train that connects to various worlds.

I heard that Gu Mian had visited that train before the matchmaking channel was closed, causing heavy losses. Later, the higher-ups decided to close the matchmaking channel for the train instance and stop accepting new players.

The rater was very envious of those dungeons that had matchmaking disabled. He felt that his dungeon was just an ordinary farming dungeon, and even if he submitted a request to disable matchmaking, it would definitely not be approved, so he simply did not submit one.

Unexpectedly, the organizers contacted him and asked him to shut down the instance. They also asked him to change the instance's name and information so that even if someone got an entry ticket, they wouldn't be able to guess the instance's name.

The rater had no idea why this windfall had fallen into his lap, but he didn't ask any questions. He happily filled out the dungeon closure form and changed the dungeon information.

He had thought he could finally retire and enjoy his retirement, but reality dealt him a devastating blow today. "Is there anything special about this instance? Like, someone suddenly appears in the room in the middle of the night, or you wake up to find an unfamiliar statue in the hall?" Gu Mian thought about the various ways the evil god would appear.

Hearing Gu Mian's description, the evaluator shuddered: "Nothing that bizarre happened. My dungeon run was perfectly normal!"

007 glanced silently down the stairs. From her angle, she could see a corner of the hall. There were so many strangely shaped ghost models down there. This place couldn't possibly be associated with the word "normal."

After confirming there were no clues on the second floor, Gu Mian decided to go back to the greenhouse to take another look.

The group first arrived at the entrance of the greenhouse in the large room of the cart.

The door to the main hall of the cart is shaped like a person kneeling on the ground with their hands behind their back, in a posture like an ancient prisoner about to be beheaded.

"The names of the greenhouses here all sound like they're difficult to pronounce."

The fat man glanced at the sign for "Jinche Dashi" (斤车大室), then turned to 007 beside him and asked, "Miss 007, do you know what 'Jinche Dashi' means?"

007 stared at the greenhouse information sign for a few seconds, then looked at the kneeling human figure at the gate in front of him: "Jinche... put together, it means 'to chop'."

The fat man suddenly realized: "That's right, these two together form the character '斩' (zhǎn), which means it's very dangerous inside, and there's no chance of survival."

The bonuses are three significant increases, and it is easy to cultivate extremely dangerous rare varieties, which are indeed a death sentence.

With a creak, Gu Mian pushed open the door that she hadn't opened in a long time.

The scene behind the door came into view.

Contrary to the imagined warmth and light, the scene behind the door was a desolate and gloomy land with a gray sky.

This isn't a greenhouse; it's like entering another world.

There was a round object hanging in the sky that made it impossible to tell whether it was the sun or the moon.

There seemed to be some dilapidated buildings in the distance, but as they looked further into the distance, a thick fog obscured their view, and they could only see a small patch of land in front of them.

"Is this a greenhouse?" Coco frowned as she looked at the scene before her, feeling that the appearance was too unlike that of a greenhouse; it was more like a post-war ruin.

"This isn't the place where you want to plant seeds, doctor, is it? Can seeds really grow in a place like this?" The fat man pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

The land was covered with broken bricks and tiles, and every now and then you could see several fist-sized stones buried in the soil. This kind of land was very unsuitable for planting.

Not far away, there were thoughtfully prepared farming tools such as hoes, shovels, and watering cans, but Gu Mian looked at the stones in the ground and they seemed to be wider than hoes.

“It will grow, it will grow,” the judges behind quickly interjected. “It just takes a little longer to mature, but that’s alright, I’ll help you. With my help, the seeds will definitely grow strong and healthy…”

Amidst the noisy background noise of the evaluators, Gu Mian exited the large chamber of the jinche and looked through all four other greenhouses.

The conditions are different in each greenhouse.

The sleeping room resembles a greenhouse, with everything inside in a very orderly manner. There are square plots of land that have already been cultivated, and tools such as hoes and shovels are neatly arranged along the walls. Above is a glass dome similar to a greenhouse, with a row of high-powered supplementary lights hanging from the glass ceiling.

The adventure chamber is a cavernous area with fertile soil, but extremely dark. The cave has countless branching paths, and it's easy to get lost if you're not careful.

The prayer room was somewhat laughable; it was completely empty, without any buildings, tools, or even the ground itself was hard and unyielding. It looked like a room in a game that hadn't yet been modeled. Gu Mian used tools from other greenhouses to try and chisel at the floor of this greenhouse, but couldn't leave a single mark. The only thing you could do in this room was to throw the seeds on the ground, and the rest was up to you.

The greenhouse area of ​​the demolition room was incredibly lively, with colorful eggs falling from the sky. At least twenty speakers were inside, blasting deafeningly loud, upbeat music. The fat man commented—

"No wonder the danger level and performance requirements of these greenhouse-bred ghosts have been reduced; I bet their brains were damaged by the music when they were young."

The brain-damaging goo goo spirit