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Chapter 418 Scare
"Besides the serial murder case in the neighboring city, there have been many similar serial murder cases before, but the serial murder cases we found were all extremely cruel and vicious incidents committed by the murderers. They were publicized because the victims died in extremely gruesome conditions."

"Of course, what I'm saying is useless. The instance doesn't want us to explore the origin of the ghosts or what happened in the past. The instance just wants us to escape from here, so most of the useful background information is hidden."

At this point, Chu Changge pushed up his glasses: "But coincidentally, there is a fortune teller in this instance."

He spoke while glancing at the girl in the black robe.

Gu Mian also turned her gaze to the fortune teller. If this female player in the black robe were to travel back to medieval Europe, she would probably be tied to the gallows and burned to death immediately.

The fortune teller laughed sheepishly, "You all know that fortune telling isn't omnipotent, just like I can't predict this year's college entrance exam math paper..."

Gu Mian recalled the college entrance examination event: "I suppose there won't be any math questions in this year's college entrance examination."

The fortune teller cleared his throat and continued, "I can't predict specific events, but I can predict whether something has actually happened. Of course, the failure rate isn't low. If I fail, I won't give a wrong answer, but I simply won't be able to predict what you want to know..."

“Because only the pendulum is a special item obtained from the dungeon, I have the lowest failure rate when using the pendulum for divination now,” she said, taking out her pendulum. “When I divine something, if it spins clockwise, it’s a positive answer; if it spins counterclockwise, it’s a negative answer. If the divination fails, it won’t spin.”

Chu Changge pushed up his glasses:
"I asked her to divine whether the killer in the Ziyang City serial murder case was a ghost, and the pendulum spun clockwise."

"Whether the ghost has committed multiple serial murders, rotate clockwise."

"Whether players were among the first few batches of people killed, the pendulum remains stationary... It's almost certain that the ghost is continuously killing players who enter this instance in a serial killing manner."

As Chu Changge was speaking, Caoyuan suddenly interrupted him, frowning with a strange expression on his face: "Wait, doesn't the dungeon clear the data and start over every time it accepts a batch of players? The data of players who were killed before should have been cleared."

Mingyue, standing beside her, also had a strange expression on her face.

The fortune teller looked somewhat uneasy: "I'm sorry, Mr. Green... Prairie, according to my divination, the dungeon mechanism doesn't seem to be what you think."

After witnessing Gu Mian's feat in the Sweet Lovers instance, the fortune teller's worldview crumbled. She began to doubt the game and performed multiple divinations targeting the game developers.

Using a game mechanic derived from a game's own divination system is like having a character created by the author come out and kill the author—it's practically impossible to succeed.

But the fortune teller succeeded. Despite countless failures before, she finally managed to uncover the secrets of the game.

Of course, the divination about the game was only successful this time. Using the pendulum quiz, it was found that the timeline of the dungeon was constantly moving forward.

It's unbelievable, but we have no choice but to accept it.

Grassland's tightly furrowed brows remained unchanged, as if he didn't quite believe what he was hearing, while Moonlight beside him, perhaps influenced by him, also frowned slightly.

The fortune teller looked up: "My abilities are limited, and I can't keep doing divination forever. I don't know why the questions that Miss Chu asked just now were so exhausting..."

The implication was that I didn't have the energy to continue, and they could do whatever they wanted.

Chu Changge looked at her: "I have something else to confirm about the serial murder case. It should be possible without divination, but it may take some time."

At this point, Mingyue suddenly interrupted, "Isn't our mission to survive? Is it necessary to understand everything that happened before? How does understanding these things help us survive?"

Chu Changge answered without hesitation, speaking very honestly: "It didn't help."

"What's the point of researching these things if you're not going to help? You should be thinking about how to survive... It's like you've traveled back to ancient times and found yourself framed and in bed with a man, but instead of thinking about how to escape, you're researching what year it is and who the emperor is..."

Gu Mian glanced at Mingyue, the female player, silently, thinking that this female player's mind must have been poisoned by some vicious novels.

The fat man fell into deep thought: "What's wrong with me lying in bed with a man and trying to frame me?"

Chu Changge completely ignored her and looked at the diviner: "You can't continue?" The diviner also ignored Mingyue's vivid description and frowned in distress: "I lack energy, but there is still one divination method that I can use, because it doesn't use my energy... but it's quite dangerous."

Mingyue spoke with some indignation: "Are you even listening to me?"

Summon the spirit of the Ouija board.

Gu Mian had never considered this kind of thing as a divination method, but the diviner insisted that it was indeed a form of divination.

At this moment, a piece of white paper was placed on the table, with a black ballpoint pen lying on it and a white candle next to it. The fat man had specially gone downstairs to the convenience store to buy it.

The fortune teller sat at one side of the table: "Many people have tried to summon spirits through a Ouija board, but none of them have actually succeeded. It was only after I became a fortune teller that I greatly increased the success rate, but there is still a possibility of failure. What I mean by failure is not that you can't summon anything at all, but rather... summoning some random, nonsensical things."

The fat man leaned closer and asked, "Is this your reason for bringing a doctor along?"

At this moment, Gu Mian was sitting opposite the fortune teller, reaching out to poke at the ballpoint pen on the table.

"If you ask me, you probably won't be able to get any doctors to help. Maybe we should find someone else," the fat man suggested sincerely.

“I’ll try first,” Gu Mian turned to look at the fat man, “If I fail, it’ll be your turn.”

The fat man shrank back a step and said, "I wish you success."

Caoyuan and Mingyue were watching from a distance. They felt that the other players were acting strangely. They started playing some kind of Ouija board game, saying that they wanted to investigate the secrets of the serial murder case.

"Are you sick?" Mingyue asked softly, staring at them from afar.

The grassland next to them nodded in agreement.

Little Rabbit looked up at the time and saw that it was already 2:50 pm. Nearly a third of the 48 hours had passed, but no one had died yet.

As she spoke, she glanced at Chu Changge beside her: "You've already decided what to ask, right?"

Chu Changge nodded silently.

While Caoyuan and Mingyue watched coldly from afar, and Xiao Qiao lay on the side watching curiously, Gu Mian suddenly felt the room grow cold, and the coldest place was right beside her.

It was as if a refrigerator door had suddenly opened next to them, and then something cold seemed to be inserted into their clasped hands. Gu Mian squeezed it slightly, and it felt like a cold hand.

At the same time, the candle suddenly went out, and he felt the fortune teller's hand tremble: "Here it comes."

"Ask quickly." The diviner turned to look at Chu Changge.

Chu Changge stared at the white paper and slowly spoke: "The number of people killed by the ghost in the Ziyang City serial murder case."

"Isn't it eight?" Mingyue looked at Chu Changge with some confusion. Ziyang City was right next door, and whether she searched online or asked others, the death toll was always eight. Why was he asking this?

At that moment, Gu Mian felt the cold hand that had been inserted begin to move. It moved the pen, slowly drawing a number on the white paper.

"9"

The others who saw the number gasped in shock. Nine dead?

The author releasing a new book on New Year's Day...that's impossible.

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