Global Collapse-Chapter 586 - 554: If you are reading a novel on Christmas, you definitely don’t have a partner_1
The Fortune-teller, standing nearby, was trembling with fear.
The food factory manager Gu Mian held captive wasn’t faring much better. Sweat drenched his clothes as he stared at the saw blade mere centimeters from his body.
Gu Mian looked at the man in his grasp.
He wore a formal suit with a meticulously tied striped tie. However, his small stature made him look like a child who had stolen his parents’ clothes. Fortunately, his mature-looking face clearly marked him as an adult.
The only identifying item on him was a metal work badge pinned to his left chest.
The copper-colored work badge looked somewhat old, with a line of words carved into it.
"Manager No. 845 of the Toy Goose Food Processing Factory?" Gu Mian read aloud. "Your company certainly has a lot of managers."
Manager No. 845 swallowed. "We have many branches and employees, so we use numbers to differentiate them. If you’d like to know more, I can explain in detail..."
Gu Mian had no interest in a deep discussion about the relationship between numbers and employees.
He tightened his grip on Manager No. 845’s collar. "Since the food from here is transported to the real world, you must know the entrance to the real world, right?"
The Fortune-teller, listening nearby, was confused.
She remembered the last time Gu Mian held the saw to Teacher Sweet’s neck. He had been asking all sorts of strange questions she couldn’t understand.
This time, she could understand his questions, but their implications still baffled her.
Food from this factory could be transported to the real world? An instance could connect directly to the real world?
Moreover, the "Toy Goose Food Processing Factory" Gu Mian had just mentioned sounded familiar.
"This processing plant is called the Toy Goose Food Processing Factory?" The Fortune-teller looked around, somewhat surprised.
She remembered when Gu Mian used her as bait in the death-face instance, he had given her a special item: "A Vial of Failed Experimental Reagent," produced by the Toy Goose Company.
At the time, she had merely thought the game had fabricated the manufacturing location; she never expected such a place actually existed.
Manager No. 845, under duress from Gu Mian, immediately sold out Coach Che. "I’m just the food factory manager, responsible only for dispatching goods! I don’t know where they’re delivered; he’s the one who delivers them! Ask him!"
As he spoke, he pointed at Coach Che.
Gu Mian looked at the wide-eyed Coach Che opposite him. He had just seen this coach climb onto the delivery truck.
The three of them stared at each other, their expressions odd. The atmosphere was quite awkward.
The Fortune-teller took a few steps back and, seeing an opportunity, stomped on a teddy bear trying to sneak away.
This special item Gu Mian brought can actually move, and it looks like it wants to escape. Is it a special item that can run away? Also, why does its face look so depressed?
The Fortune-teller realized she couldn’t see this special item’s information. It’s no surprise it’s something Gu Mian brought; it’s even encrypted, she mused.
It wasn’t her fault she didn’t recognize it as a ghost.
The teddy bear had been so badly damaged by Gu Mian earlier that it hardly resembled a bear. Half of its body was scorched black, and its face wore an expression of "I have depression." It truly didn’t look like a ghost.
Gu Mian moved the saw closer to Manager No. 845’s neck and threatened Coach Che, who stood opposite him. "Tell me how you deliver the goods, or I’ll saw your boss in half!"
Manager No. 845 nearly fainted. "Don’t saw me! Saw him! Saw him!"
Of course, Coach Che couldn’t let Gu Mian saw Manager No. 845.
It wasn’t because he had any deep affection for Manager No. 845; in fact, the two often bickered.
But ever since his instance, the "Hearse Driver’s Examination Center," collapsed, he had wandered between other instances, trying to earn extra money to repair his Spirit Cars as soon as possible.
However, Gu Mian was like a persistent shadow, always managing to encounter him.
Coach Che had previously worked as a cameraman in the Sweet Lovers instance for a few days but left because the salary wasn’t ideal.
However, just a few days after he left, Gu Mian entered the Sweet Lovers instance and single-handedly caused the entire instance to collapse.
Although this had nothing to do with Coach Che, other NPCs began to look at him suspiciously. This was because his Hearse Driver’s Examination Center instance had been previously wrecked by Gu Mian, and the Sweet Lovers instance where he had worked also got destroyed.
Later, Coach Che found a new job.
He served as a logistics teacher in the Close Your Eyes instance. Unexpectedly, Gu Mian also entered that instance! The two even met there.
The moment Coach Che saw Gu Mian in the instance, he knew he was in trouble.
As expected, after a series of chaotic events, the Close Your Eyes instance was shut down.
Coach Che lost his job again.
Other NPCs looked at him with even greater suspicion, as if he were a harbinger of plague.
It had taken Coach Che a great deal of effort to get his current job.
But Gu Mian came again.
And now he had even captured Manager No. 845.
If he really let Gu Mian saw the manager...
Then, Coach Che would never find a job for the rest of his life.
"Don’t get agitated!" Coach Che clutched the walkie-talkie, his body swaying slightly. "Our factory doesn’t supply the real world. The food here is transported to local supermarkets! Only food processing plants numbered 1 to 10 supply the real world!"
Meanwhile, Gu Mian had already freed a hand to flip through the goods transaction records on the table.
"Two thousand cans of milk powder, 500 bags of baby rice crackers, 1,000 bags of fruit gummy candies... transported to Cradle Home..."
"One hundred cans of luncheon meat, 20 dried chickens, 50 boxes of self-heating hot pots... transported to the Museum Of Death..."
"Five hundred boxes of pickled vegetable beef noodles transported to the Instance Court..."
"One hundred cans of herring, 50 bags of dried durian, 60 packages of stinky tofu... sent to... the Anti-Gu Mian Association?"
"Haha," Manager No. 845 chuckled awkwardly. "That’s just an organization founded by some kids with too much time on their hands. No ill intent, really, no ill intent."
Indeed, the ledger showed no transaction records with the real world.
They were all instance names and some strange association names.
Gu Mian closed the ledger. "So, are all the locations on this list within the Second World?"
Manager No. 845 was still chuckling nervously. "Yes, yes... Wait!"
His eyes bulged, but he didn’t dare look at Gu Mian. Instead, he glared at Coach Che while speaking to Gu Mian, "You know everything?"
The Fortune-teller was puzzled by Manager No. 845’s reaction and didn’t understand what Gu Mian meant by the "Second World."
Looking around, she decided it had nothing to do with her anyway, so she comfortably watched the commotion from the side, still stepping on the teddy bear.
So this is indeed the Second World...
Gu Mian narrowed his eyes at Coach Che. "So, the Hearse Driver’s Examination Center, Sweet Lovers, and Close Your Eyes—are they all instances within this world?"
Coach Che had wandered through these three instances, so they should logically all be in the same world.
Unexpectedly, Coach Che shook his head and replied, "No."
