global collapse

The snow outside can reach the knees.

The door of the ticket booth was still open, but the wind and snow outside had no intention of floating in. Even though there was no wind or snow inside, it was still very cold here.

After the fat man came out, he was stunned for a while, and his body shivered without hesitation.

Then he realized that the temperature in the real world seemed to be lower than when they entered the dungeon.

Just as the fat man closed his mouth tightly, trying to warm his teeth that were accidentally frozen, a strange male voice suddenly came from not far away.

"I said..."

It was snowing outside, and it was not easy to walk on the road. Now there were only Gu Mian and the other two in the ticket booth, and the one who made the sound was the ticket seller of this copy.

Gu Mian looked at the voice.

I saw the young male ticket seller sitting behind the window, with a sign hanging around his neck, and a string of numbers could be seen on it, which should be a work permit or something.

I saw him flipping a book in his hand with a suspicious look.

The expression looked very familiar. Gu Mian remembered that the teacher in middle school turned over the list and called it out.

The ticket seller was flipping through the booklet in his hand, turning over two pages and showing a strange expression. Then he looked up and looked at Gu Mian and the other two, as if he had seen a ghost.

At this time, Gu Mian had already guessed what the ticket seller was in his hand.

Eighty percent of the player's dungeon record is in this ticket booth, and the ticket seller should not have found the dungeon record of the three of them just now.

In fact, this ticket seller himself is not very concerned about players, and can even be said to be indifferent.

It was because he had just picked off the obscure sign "Gu Mian and Dogs Are Not allowed to enter" hanging at the door, and these three suddenly arrived and caught him off guard.

That's why he cared about the dungeons that these three people entered.

The tragic ticket seller never thought about anything like rising up and resisting.

Because he had heard of many heroic seniors who rose up to resist, but no surprises were successful.

Over time, a fallacy that can only be understood but not expressed in the ticket seller industry has spread across the ticket seller industry.

"Gu Mian is like a bandit, either resisting or lying flat."

Since this global game is a positive energy game, the two bloody, violent and disharmonious words "bandit" can only be harmonious in this way.

Everyone knows that they can't resist, but lying flat... that's impossible.

Seeing the three people standing at the exit of the copy, the ticket seller swallowed his saliva with humiliation, and then flipped through the copy records in his hand.

Originally, this place was just a low-level ticket booth, and even if it was broken, it could not be downgraded or reduced to any other copy. It was just that some of my own business points were deducted.

But the ticket seller was surprised to find that after these people came out, there was no copy of the data crash.

A ticket conductor had also encountered a situation like "Gu Mian came out and the copy did not collapse."

But that was just a temporary safety. The dungeon did not collapse at the time, but it suddenly collapsed without warning shortly after the three of them left.

With the sign of the previous car, the ticket seller wanted to see their records.

But it can't be found.

The copy records of these three people just now cannot be found...

I clearly watched them enter the copy with my own eyes and saw them come out with my own eyes, how could there be no copy record?

Thinking of this, the ticket seller looked at the three people in confusion, and then opened his mouth: "I said..."

Gu Mian looked over.

The ticket seller swallowed a humiliating saliva and spoke carefully: "Which copy did you just enter?"

He must figure it out!

Gu Mian looked at the ticket seller behind the window.

He was very interested in the booklet in the ticket seller's hand, and the ticket seller behind the window obviously realized this, and couldn't help but shrink his head, then quickly hid the booklet in his hand and sat down under his butt.

"It's true that I shouldn't have been talking nonsense!" He pressed the copy record book under his butt and roared silently in his heart.

But on the surface, we cannot make short-term actions.

Thinking of this, the ticket seller straightened his waist, looking "magnificent and unbearable".

However, in the end, the ticket seller failed to get the information he wanted.

Because the fat man with the largest size showed a look of "I'm about to freeze to death", he successfully attracted the attention of the two people next to him.

At this time, Gu Mian and Chu Changge had already hurriedly left with the fat man.

A young ticket seller was left alone in the wind—and the copy record book under his butt.

When Gu Mian and the others returned to the hearse, the surroundings were very quiet.

Not those carjacking people I imagined, Xiaohong was lying on the car window as quietly as last time, waiting for them to come back - of course this was what Gu Mian saw after opening the door.

Fortunately, there was no one inside lying on the car window from the outside, otherwise they might see several bodies that died suddenly due to excessive fright.

After returning to the car, Gu Mian first found two thermos bottles from the fat man's bag.

All the electricity is no longer used.

But there is also hot water in the supermarket, not only hot water, but also permanent insulation bottles.

Of course, hot water and thermos are both cost money.

The fat man poured two pots of boiling water on his last time, which came in handy now.

Gu Mian pulled out a piece of ginger and sugar powder and sprinkled it in, then twisted the lid and shook it hard for a few times.

Gu Mian noticed that when he was shaking the thermos, there was a terrifying expression on the fat man's originally frozen face.

When he finished shaking, the fat man spoke loudly: "Doctor, you can sway it like this, it may explode..."

Gu Mian: "..."

By the time the fat man recovered, it was already half an hour later.

In order to avoid the cold, Gu Mian drove his car into a dark parking lot.

The wind here is not very big.

It is worth mentioning that there are actually people in this parking lot.

After the car drove in, the three saw a few beams of light in the dark parking lot, and the roar of the engine sounded in their ears.

Several cars were started.

I saw that every car that started was full of people.

The fat man looked at the cars in surprise: "Are you using the air conditioner in the car to keep warm?"

It's really too cold outside.

I just walked for a while and my toes seemed to be conscious.

Chu Changge also looked at the cars that started. He looked carefully for a while before speaking: "The cars that started are basically large vehicles such as vans and off-road vehicles. And look at the other cars around him, many of them have doors open, as if the owner had arrived not long ago, but left immediately, and they didn't even have the door."

The fat man nodded in his quilt, but what does this mean?

Chu Changge seemed to see the fat man’s question: “It means that the gasoline in all cars here may have evaporated, completely evaporated, and some people may have the habit of storing gasoline in oil barrels. The gasoline contained in the barrels has not evaporated, so these people gathered together…”

The fat man understands it.

People with gasoline in their hands gathered together to find large cars that could accommodate them, and then start the air conditioner to keep them warm.

Those without oil came here with the hope of turning on the air conditioner in the car, but found that the fuel in the car was gone, so they could only leave immediately. After all, it was too cold outside and couldn't stay for too long.

For some reason, the fat man suddenly felt a little desolate.

If I hadn't met a doctor, I might have endured the cold in the cold winter now.

No, now I am enduring the cold, but this is different...

The fat man held the thermos and sipped ginger candy water while thinking about it. Although there was no air conditioner in their car, he didn't think it was worse than those who turned on the air conditioner...

The cars of Gu Mian and the other two attracted the attention of other people.

But they don’t have time to pay attention to others, and the fuel shortage makes them anxious.

At this time, Gu Mian had already driven the car to a place slightly far away from those cars, and then stopped.

The fat man was covered with three thick quilts and filled with a large bottle of hot brown sugar ginger water. At this moment, he was actually satisfied and squinted his eyes and wanted to sleep.

And at this moment, the fat man who was dozing off suddenly heard Gu Mian say: "Who did An Tusheng say that to?"

When this sentence came out, the fat man's sleepiness immediately ran out of the sky. He stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes.

The two headlights of the hearse were very bright, and the light invaded through the windshield, illuminating Gu Mian's side face.

I saw that there was no expression on this face, and the shadows falling from the eyebrows and nose bridge perfectly covered the eyes, making people unable to see his expression.

The fat man looked at Gu Mian's half-lit face, and then secretly retreated for a while, almost on the same level as Xiaohong behind him.

After moving to Xiaohong, he hesitated and asked: "What sentence?"

He looks guilty.

Seeing this, Gu Mian suddenly laughed: "I just asked casually, why are you doing so nervous? Although I always feel that you two are doing something strange on my back, it will not be a bad thing at all, right?"

If you want to talk about Gu Mian's smile, the fat man has seen him many times.

But for some reason, the fat man felt that his bright smile this time was a bit terrifying, even more terrifying than the grin of the evil ghost in some copies.

Chu Changge next to him suddenly pinched his eyebrows.

The fat man turned to look at him, and saw that Chu Changge's face was almost obscured in the dark shadow, but at least he could still see his mouth moving: "What do you think about the last copy, Gu Mian?"

He directly changed the topic and used very rough means.

Unexpectedly, Gu Mian actually took over the words: "It is really unexpected that the copy will produce 'spirits', but the two organizers you mentioned before... I will first name them with the organizer No. 1 and the organizer No. 2."

"The organizer of No. 1 is the organizer who started this global game. It is harmless to players. The purpose is to evolve humanly... But here, I would like to add another purpose to it, that is, to kill me."

Although he might take himself too seriously, Gu Mian thinks his guess is very reliable.

"The organizer of No. 2 appeared later. The organizer of the event may also collect some copies that will definitely die in the future. The organizer of No. 2 is obviously against the organizer of No. 1, but judging from An Tusheng's situation, the organizer of No. 2 does not seem to have the right to directly attack the copy. Maybe he is secretly renovating the copy?"

Chu Changge nodded: "Yes, there is a very important point in the copy of Fairy Tale City. That is, after An Tusheng awakened, someone gave him a 'pen', so he gained the ability to rewrite the copy, which led to the mutation of the entire copy."

And this "pen" is definitely not given by the organizer of No. 1. So far, the organizer of No. 1 doesn't seem to know that a copy has mutated.

Moreover, the organizer is concerned about the players and will never tolerate the occurrence of players being killed.

And after the mutation, An Tusheng suddenly appeared and said something incredible to them, and said bluntly that he was dragged by others.

However, before those incredible words could be finished, they were interrupted by mysterious voices.

Gu Mian remembers that there are eight players in the dungeon of "Fairy Tale City".

The three of them occupied three places.

Add a 007, plus the strongest supermodel in history that a fat man met, plus Xiao Qiao.

There are only six.

Two other players did not show up.

So was the voice that interrupted An Tusheng from the remaining two players who did not appear? Or was it another NPC?

"And the doctor..." At this time, the fat man suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Have you noticed?"

What?

Gu Mian looked at the fat man who was tightly holding the thermos cup.

He seemed to hesitate for a while before continuing: "That man An Tusheng forced to modify the data of the copy? No, maybe the data in that copy is no longer there... What would he do if this mutated NPC was discovered by the game?"

Gu Mian turned her head and thought for a while, then showed a bright smile to the fat man: "Like me?"

The fat man felt that Gu Mian was laughing a little more today.

He shivered hard, then shrank his head into the quilt, and stopped talking, and a breath of "only understand but not to express words" was revealed throughout his body.

At this time, Chu Changge next to him was silent for a while, and then said: "Things that are not within the plan are destined to be forcibly erased."

Gu Mian turned to look at him: "Why do I always feel like you are talking about me..."

He has been assassinated from childhood to adulthood.

So much so that Gu Mian often fantasizes about being a virus, and the killer sent by life to assassinate him is a dedicated anti-virus software.

However, the antivirus software is a little weaker and has been killed for more than 20 years but has not been killed.

Nowadays, global games are like antivirus software that uses tricks that are at the bottom of the box.

Although it may be a little different, it is almost the same in general...