Global Collapse-Chapter 439 - 414: The Gentleman Gu Beng Beng_1

"Wang Xin? The one who died last night?" The Fortune-teller immediately turned her head to look outside the door, but saw nothing.

She turned back with some concern and saw that Xiao Tuwan in front of her looked a bit anxious. Xiao Tuwan quickly stood up, pushed open the door, and looked in a certain direction. "That’s right, it’s her!"

At this time, there wasn’t any trace of Wang Xin on the street. Only a few customers in the shop looked at them with curious eyes.

Chu Changge and Fatty, who were in the farthest corner, had noticed them long ago. Chu Changge was observing them with narrowed eyes.

Fatty’s hearing wasn’t very good. Plus, the three women were speaking in low voices, so he only heard Xiao Tuwan’s last sentence.

He curiously looked at Chu Changge across from him. "Who is Wang Xin?"

"Wang Xin is the one who died last night. I went to check this morning, and her corpse has disappeared," Chu Changge replied softly to Fatty.

Fatty touched his arm, which was covered in goosebumps. "So, what they just saw was a walking corpse?"

Chu Changge picked up the second cup Gu Mian had refilled for him. "Probably a ghost’s doing."

But what would be the point of a ghost moving a corpse around here?

With this thought in mind, Chu Changge’s gaze shifted back to Gu Mian’s business card on the table.

The Fortune-teller didn’t know what the dead Wang Xin looked like and could only judge the current situation based on the expressions of the two women next to her.

She saw Xiao Tuwan staring in one direction with a baffled expression, indicating she hadn’t seen what she wanted to see.

On the other hand, Xiao Qiao, unusually, didn’t break character. She reacted just as she did on television—with no reaction at all.

While the Fortune-teller was looking at Xiao Qiao, she suddenly saw Xiao Qiao raise her hand and point to a table in the shop. "There are two players over there too. Why don’t we go and talk to them?"

There are two more players in this shop?

The Fortune-teller frowned and looked in the direction Xiao Qiao was pointing. The table was in a rather remote location. She hadn’t noticed the two men sitting there when she first came in because Gu Mian had ushered her directly to a seat near the entrance.

One of the men was a Fatty of about two hundred pounds, who was currently smiling at them rather foolishly.

Across from Fatty was a man with his back to them. He was mostly blocked by the sofa, so the Fortune-teller could only see a small part of his face, which looked a little pale.

"They’ve been here the whole time. Did they not realize we three are also players?" the Fortune-teller quietly mumbled to herself as she looked at the two men in the corner.

"Of course they did. We’ve known each other for a long time," Xiao Qiao said, lifting her head slightly.

Hearing this, the Fortune-teller’s expression turned a bit odd. So, those two over there knew they were players? Then why didn’t they show any intention of acknowledging them?

As she wondered, she started to walk over.

But at that moment, the slightly pale man suddenly stood up. She saw he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which gave him a scholarly look.

He adjusted the frame on the bridge of his nose, shot them a brief glance, and then walked towards the back of the shop.

"Chu... Brother Chu, where are you going?" Fatty asked, looking somewhat surprised at Chu Changge, who had abruptly stood up.

As Chu Changge passed him, he leaned down slightly. "To find Gu Mian and tell him to run."

What? Fatty felt his head spinning. He looked at the three girls not far away and began to wonder, Is one of them not who she seems?

Upon seeing Chu Changge’s actions, the Fortune-teller paused. She looked at Xiao Qiao somewhat awkwardly. "That man seems a bit difficult to get along with..."

Xiao Qiao tilted her head slightly. "Not at all."

By now, Chu Changge had already reached the backstage area.

Backstage, there was not only a dressing room but also a kitchen where Liu Ruyan was busily rushing between multiple beverage machines.

When Chu Changge arrived in the kitchen, he saw Gu Mian leaning against the refrigerator, drinking a cup of papaya juice. A light blue straw was bent into a cute heart shape in its middle.

"What brings you here? Want some papaya juice?" Gu Mian asked, noticing Chu Changge enter the backstage area.

Chu Changge glanced at the orange drink in Gu Mian’s hand. "No. You better run. The police might be coming for you."

Gu Mian coughed a few times. "The police are coming for me?"

This was the first time he had encountered such a refreshingly unconventional situation in a horror instance. Presumably, not many players had been wanted by the police in a horror instance before. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"What happened?" Gu Mian put the papaya juice, from which he had only taken a few sips, to the side. The straw in the cup wobbled a few times before settling.

"I found your business card in Wang Xin’s room when she died," Chu Changge said, glancing at the drink beside him.

"In fact, Xiao Qiao also found your card last night while hiding the body. It was clutched tightly in Wang Xin’s hand, as if intentionally placed there. But considering your... unique identity, Xiao Qiao hid the card and didn’t tell the other player."

At this, Gu Mian touched his chin. So, not only did Xiao Qiao hide the body last night, but she also snatched my business card from the deceased’s hand. How ruthless.

"And today, when the guests arrived, they said you guys don’t usually leave contact information easily. Yet, two of your business cards were found in the deceased Wang Xin’s room alone. Setting that aside for a moment, if you found a corpse clutching someone’s business card, what would you think?"

Gu Mian looked down slightly. "I’d take them in for questioning first."

One business card was clutched in Wang Xin’s hand, and another was in her clothes pocket. If the one in her hand was found and taken, the one in the pocket of her clothes in the wardrobe could still serve as an important clue.

Of course, Gu Mian knew he hadn’t killed Wang Xin. He tilted his chin slightly. "The ghost wants to send me to the police station first?"

"Considering your past actions, sending you to jail first would indeed save a lot of trouble. At least you couldn’t bring your chainsaw in," Chu Changge said, adjusting his glasses.

Gu Mian couldn’t help but laugh. Ghosts these days are really cunning. It seems they truly don’t want to die.

"I guess after the murder, it stuffed my business cards in and wanted to call the police. But it probably didn’t expect Xiao Qiao to take one card, and for you to find the other, more hidden one."

Chu Changge ignored the word "find." He lowered his eyes. "Wang Xin just walked past the shop entrance."

"Walked past? The corpse?" Gu Mian paused.

"Most likely," Chu Changge nodded. "I told you her body was already missing when I went to check. I guess her corpse will soon appear on the street... You have to understand, a death investigation is much more serious than a missing person case. And there will likely be more evidence on her body detrimental to you. Xiao Qiao, who lived with her, will also be a suspect."

Gu Mian hadn’t expected a horror instance to turn into a legal drama. He unbuttoned his coat. "Then I’ll run first. Should we arrange a meeting place?"

As he said this, Gu Mian suddenly took the Human CD from his pocket and handed it to Chu Changge. "Take this, just in case. If I do get caught, everything on me will definitely be confiscated. If that happens, this would be left behind when we leave the instance."

Chu Changge reached out, took the Human CD, and then pulled out a set of keys with an address already stuck on them. "My place. It’s very remote, surrounded by old houses with hardly anyone around. And I have no connection to Wang Xin. You can take Xiao Qiao and the others there to lay low for now."

The instance only lasts forty-eight hours. As long as they aren’t caught during this time, they’ll be fine.

Gu Mian took off his coat and took the keys. "You didn’t leave fingerprints at Wang Xin’s house, did you?"

"Collecting fingerprints takes time. And when I went to Wang Xin’s house..." Chu Changge paused. "I wore gloves."

He even specifically wore gloves?

Gu Mian didn’t inquire further. He quickly went to the changing room next door, put on a white lab coat, grabbed his guitar case, and slipped away.

As he passed Xiao Qiao, he grabbed her and forcefully dragged her away, leaving a room full of customers with bewildered expressions.

Fatty shifted as if to chase after them but was held back by Chu Changge, who was now holding a tray.

"Brother Chu, why are you holding the tray?" Fatty asked curiously. "Where did the Doctor go?"

"None of your business," Chu Changge said, no longer looking at Fatty. He turned his attention to Xiao Tuwan. "You’d better leave with them too."

Xiao Tuwan was somewhat confused but quickly got up and followed them.

Now, only the somewhat restless Fortune-teller remained at the table across from him. She instinctively felt a little afraid of the man known as "Meiren Chu."

She fidgeted in her seat. "What are they..."

Chu Changge tapped the tray in front of him. "The police might arrest all three of them."

How can that be!

The Fortune-teller furrowed her brows, her expression strange as she tried to argue, "Well... to be honest, I’ve been in quite a few instances, but players being hunted by the police..."

That’s unheard of.

But if this happened to Gu Mian, it might actually be possible. The Fortune-teller couldn’t help but think of Teacher Sweet again.

Thinking of this, she suddenly asked the two men in front of her, "Do you know... that doctor in green? I was actually matched with him in an instance before, but the outcome wasn’t very satisfactory..."

’Not very satisfactory’ was an understatement; it was downright dangerous.

The Fortune-teller was trying her best to be tactful.

Chu Changge looked at the woman in front of him and paused. "We know him."

Fatty added from the side, "They’ve known each other since they were kids! Back when Brother Chu used to wear skirts!"

Wearing skirts? The Fortune-teller’s face contorted again. What kind of strange fetish is this?

Chu Changge’s expression didn’t change. He tapped the tray in front of him again. "These are the drinks you ordered."

The Fortune-teller looked at the three cups of papaya juice before her and fell into deep thought. "I remember ordering a cappuccino..."

"Oh."

"..."

Fatty reached out, grabbed the cup of papaya juice with the blue straw, and began drinking it with relish.

The Fortune-teller sniffed, then reached out and took the cup of papaya juice with the pink straw. But just then, she saw a pale hand suddenly emerge from under the table—it didn’t belong to any of the three of them!

It’s a ghost!

The Fortune-teller scrambled to her feet in panic, wanting to escape. But then she saw the man across the table with the gold-rimmed glasses calmly press the hand down, forcing it back under the table.

By this time, Gu Mian had already taken Xiao Qiao into Chu Changge’s house.

It was indeed a secluded place. Most of the residents in the surrounding area had already moved out. The neglected hallway was plastered with small advertisements.

Chu Changge’s house, however, was relatively clean.

Just as Gu Mian was surveying the living room, Xiao Qiao suddenly dashed out from an adjacent bedroom, holding a box.

"Look," she said, shaking the box next to her face. "Condoms. Three of them have been opened."

Gu Mian pinched the bridge of his nose. Don’t shake that thing next to your face!