Global Collapse-Chapter 512 - 481: Where Has Mum Gone_1

Gu Mian was somewhat surprised that his task wasn’t something along the lines of "eating shit."

He had long felt that the world had displayed an exceptional level of malice towards him, so if his task really was "eating shit," he wouldn’t have been the least bit shocked.

On the contrary, the seemingly easy task: "Do not enter the village until filming is done for today" left Gu Mian somewhat puzzled.

He silently touched his guitar bag and looked at the three people next to him.

Accompany me next year still seemed ignorant and clueless, appearing as if they had sensed something but understood nothing at all.

Xie Bi’an was wrapped tighter than a moldy pharaoh in an Egyptian pyramid. Gu Mian couldn’t fathom the thoughts of those moldy pharaohs, nor could he discern Xie Bi’an’s current mood.

The janitor, Chu Changge, stood at the very back. He maintained an expression of calm, unaffected even if the sky were falling, as if his face were paralyzed from botched plastic surgery. This was in stark contrast to the bystanders waiting to watch the drama unfold.

Fatty, who had been closely watching the screen, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Gu Mian’s task. He had been somewhat worried that Gu Mian’s task would be quite a bother. However, he didn’t expect the instance to be so understanding and not assign any unusual tasks to Gu Mian.

"’Cannot enter the village until filming for today is done,’ Fatty muttered to himself. ’Although it’s considerably more normal than the task I had imagined, compared to regular variety shows, this task is indeed a bit unusual...’"

Fatty pondered as he stared at the screen for a while. Perhaps intentionally by the cameraman, Gu Mian’s large face filled the entire screen.

Looking at the close-up of Gu Mian on the screen, Fatty’s thoughts began to drift. I have to admit, Doctor is rather handsome...

Know my thoughts, on the other side, wasn’t as perceptive as Fatty. He wasn’t paying attention to Gu Mian’s large face on the screen but was sneakily glancing at their male host.

The man was gazing at them kindly, never once glancing at the television screen—it was as if the person on the screen wasn’t his son.

At this moment, the host’s irritating voice came from the television.

Know my thoughts, who was fully focused on the male host, had no interest in listening to what the host was saying. Only when the name "Gu Mian" drifted from the television did he glance at the screen.

However, Fatty had quickly turned off the television with a CLICK and turned around, flashing an unnatural smile.

Fatty quietly wiped the sweat from his palms. Although the exposure of Doctor’s identity is inevitable within this instance, it’s best to delay it as long as possible...

Fatty murmured to himself, These people live with us in Liu Ruyan’s rental building. It would be tricky if they found out about Doctor’s identity.

Know my thoughts looked at Fatty with a strange expression.

He thought, This fatty is a bit strange... It’s as if he doesn’t want me to see the live broadcast. Could he be a ghost pretending to be a player, trying to obstruct me from getting clues to the instance? As he thought this, he subconsciously looked at Fatty’s player panel and saw the nickname "Wang Longxiang."

You Si’s mind raced. Could it be that this fatty was replaced by a ghost right from the start?

With that thought, his gaze towards Fatty carried a hint of fear.

Fatty was considering how to conceal Gu Mian’s identity when he suddenly noticed the player across from him looking at him with an expression full of fearful reverence. He was taken aback.

Just as he was paused, trying to analyze the meaning of this gaze, the male host’s voice suddenly came from the side, "Come and have breakfast."

The two of them turned their heads towards the source of the voice and saw tableware already set out on the nearby dining table.

The breakfast looked quite nutritious. The male host hadn’t treated them hastily just because they came from the "slums."

You Si’s attention temporarily shifted from Fatty to the food in front of him. In this Mysterious Dungeon, the one thing they weren’t worried about was a cliché like "poison in the food."

Fatty was also quite reassured.

Ghosts had innumerable ways to kill them. So far, no one in any supernatural novel had been poisoned to death by a ghost.

Well, if Doctor were in a supernatural novel, that might be a different story, Fatty thought, holding his fork. Even if Doctor were in a supernatural novel, he could be killed by a falling flowerpot, hit by a car, die from gas poisoning, be electrocuted by a mobile phone, or stabbed with a fork...

Huh... stabbed to death with a fork...

Fatty looked at the fork in his hand and fell into deep thought.

But speaking of which, Fatty thought as he glanced around, the male host was sitting not too far away, concentrating on the food on his plate.

Fatty’s gaze swept past him and quickly scanned the room again, but he didn’t find any sign of a fourth person.

Is there no lady of the house here?

Doesn’t Gu Mian have a mother?

But judging by the slippers at the door and the toiletries in the bathroom, a woman should be living in this house.

So where is she now?

Fatty absentmindedly prodded the fried egg on his plate, his thoughts drifting back to his days working at the police station.

They received as many as a thousand reports a day, with an assortment of cases on file. Individuals turning on their families weren’t uncommon; there were killings and all sorts of things.

So in this perverse world, a missing wife is fairly normal... right?

Who knows, she might be hidden in some refrigerator.

As Fatty thought this, he subconsciously turned his gaze towards the dark TV screen. I wonder how Doctor is doing right now.

「The filming had already started on Gu Mian’s end.」