Global Collapse-Chapter 443 - 418: Fatty’s Underwear_1

"But the serial killings next door resulted in eight deaths..." Mingyue couldn’t help blurting out.

The Fortune-teller didn’t have time to ponder the death toll. She quickly asked, "Are we done?"

Chu Changge nodded.

"Alright, then we’ll end it now," the Fortune-teller said, staring at the pen in her hand. "Please leave."

If it were a kind-hearted Spirit Pen, it should have left by then.

However, Gu Mian waited for a long time, but the nearby candle didn’t re-ignite. Simultaneously, he felt the invisible hand holding his grow colder, as if he were clutching a block of ice, so cold his blood felt like it was about to freeze.

It didn’t want to leave.

Beads of sweat appeared on the Fortune-teller’s forehead. She repeated firmly, "Please leave."

The Spirit Pen still didn’t react. At the same time, everyone felt the temperature in the room plummet, making them shiver involuntarily.

"What’s happening!" Caoyuan’s eyes widened as he stared at Gu Mian and Chu Changge.

A bead of sweat trickled down the Fortune-teller’s forehead. "I told you accidents could happen... After all, summoning the Spirit Pen is inherently a very dangerous thing..."

The room was terrifyingly quiet. The temperature continued to drop, as if something was about to appear.

Swallowing hard, Caoyuan took a step back and quietly reached for the doorknob, only to be shocked to find the door wouldn’t open.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t push the door open.

None of them could leave.

"The door won’t open!" Realizing this, he finally raised his voice and shouted to the others.

Mingyue immediately looked over, ran towards the door, not believing it, and forcefully twisted the handle. Of course, it didn’t open either.

"What do we do?" Mingyue quickly turned to look at the others.

No one seemed to be paying attention to the door. The Fortune-teller was still staring intently at the pen in her hand, and the man with glasses was also staring at it.

The Doctor (Gu Mian) even had the presence of mind to reach out his other hand to touch the guitar case beside him.

And the others actually looked as if they were just watching the excitement.

Watching this scene, Mingyue’s heart began to pound. These people...

Just as the temperature in the room had dropped to an exceptionally terrifying degree, Chu Changge suddenly said, "He’s coming out."

Gu Mian looked at Chu Changge in confusion, only to see a pale hand already extending from his pocket.

Outside the dilapidated building, a tall, thin old man with graying hair, carrying a small stool on his back, was strolling leisurely. Suddenly, a hand shot out from a corner, violently dragged him into the darkness. Half a minute later, a corpse, dead in a horrific manner, lay in the middle of the road.

Five minutes later, an older woman pushing her bicycle came by and was startled by the corpse on the ground. Trembling, she immediately took out her old-fashioned phone and pressed three keys.

"What on earth happened just now!" Caoyuan, his back pressed tightly against the door, said, swallowing, as he looked at the few people by the table.

The temperature in the room had returned to normal, all thanks to the hand that had emerged from the pocket of Meiren Chu.

That’s right, they had all personally seen a pale hand suddenly emerge from Meiren Chu’s pocket and swiftly grasp the pen.

In that instant, the surrounding icy aura vanished without a trace, and so did the pale hand.

Chu Changge looked expressionlessly at the people by the door. "It’s nothing."

Looking at Chu Changge’s face, Caoyuan shivered. He quickly turned and twisted the doorknob. "You people are too weird. I’m leaving this damned place..."

This time, the door surprisingly opened when he twisted it. Caoyuan didn’t hesitate and quickly fled from that man who seemed very much like a ghost.

Mingyue clearly didn’t want to stay with them any longer either. She glanced at Gu Mian’s group, then quickly followed Caoyuan out.

Xiao Tuwan also went with them.

Instantly, only Gu Mian’s group of six remained in the room.

The Fortune-teller also looked at Chu Changge quite warily. "What was that that came out of your pocket just now?"

Chu Changge pushed up his glasses and repeated, "It’s nothing."

"It was a ghost, wasn’t it?" Liu Ruyan suddenly interjected. "A ghost from who knows which instance, to actually be carried around as a special item."

What? The Fortune-teller’s mouth fell slightly agape. "That’s possible?"

While the Fortune-teller was expressing her surprise, Chu Changge suddenly stood up and walked into the bedroom, frowning slightly.

Gu Mian put down the saw he had acquired and followed him in. Chu Changge was standing by the window, looking outside. At this moment, Gu Mian also heard a sound, which seemed to be coming from downstairs.

There were no security bars on the window, so the view outside was very clear.

A crowd of elderly and middle-aged people were gathered together, forming a circle. In the center of the circle, someone seemed to be lying there.

Gu Mian, who had excellent eyesight, saw that the person in the center of the circle appeared to be dead. The person’s face was contorted in terror, limbs twisted; it was not a pretty corpse.

Some of the surrounding elderly and middle-aged people also slightly covered their eyes with their hands, as if unable to look directly at the horrifying corpse.

At this point, the others had also come to the window, looking at the corpse below.

"Was this a ghost’s doing?" Gu Mian frowned, staring at the corpse in the center of the crowd. "Someone must have called the police by now."

The police would surely arrive soon, and they still had a body in their room.

"We should leave here quickly," Gu Mian said, turning to walk out of the bedroom. "Otherwise, I might soon experience something I’ve never experienced before."

Fatty scratched his nose. "I don’t want to go to the clink either... but where do we go?"

The Fortune-teller suddenly chimed in, "When we asked the Spirit Pen earlier, didn’t it say that nine people died in the serial murder case in the neighboring city? But both official reports and rumors say the death toll is eight. What are your thoughts on this?"

Gu Mian returned to the sofa and picked up the guitar case. "Based on my years of experience with horror movies, the ninth person killed in the previous serial killings might have been possessed by a ghost after death, and is now hiding among us."

Players also died in the previous serial killings; a ghost could easily be wearing a player’s skin.

At this, Fatty suddenly raised his hand. "Of course, it can’t be one of us five. The five of us were matched together for this instance! We know each other inside out."

The Fortune-teller wore a bitter expression. "Then doesn’t that just leave me?"

"Of course, the three who left just now are also suspects." Saying this, Gu Mian suddenly took a step forward and patted the Fortune-teller’s shoulder. "Although you don’t look like a ghost, I still have to ask you a question to test you."

The Fortune-teller craned her neck, listening intently. "What question?"

Gu Mian leaned in and spoke softly, "The last time we cleared an instance together, what color was Fatty’s underwear?"

The Fortune-teller stood rooted to the spot, stunned.

The last time we cleared an instance together... Wasn’t that the Sweetheart Lovers instance? the Fortune-teller recalled with a dawning realization. There wasn’t any Fatty in that instance!