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Chapter 569 Today is also a hopeful day.
Monster? Failure?

The fortune teller sat behind the pile of garbage, listening intently to the sounds coming from behind him.

The person who spoke was probably an inspector or something similar; the monster must have caught their attention.

Because the mad dog had exhausted so much energy, even though the fortune teller was sitting still, his forehead was covered in sweat and he was having trouble breathing.

Just as she was breathing heavily, the sound behind her grew closer and closer.

She turned her head and saw two people, a man and a woman, coming from behind a pile of garbage.

The two men were dressed identically, both in dark blue jackets and dark blue sweatpants, somewhat resembling appliance repairmen. They had something that looked like name tags around their necks. The fortune teller glanced at them and saw the words "Inspector."

The three people stared at each other in disbelief next to a pile of garbage. The two patrolmen seemed to have no idea that they would run into the players as soon as they turned around.

But the player didn't yell or scream as they expected. Instead, he remained silent, just staring at them with wide eyes.

The fortune teller was too weak to speak and had no idea where the mad dog had run off to. She felt the dog was running faster and faster, as if someone was luring it with a bone.

The three people stared at each other strangely for a few seconds, and in the end, none of them spoke.

The two patrolmen in dark blue uniforms paused for a few seconds before turning and leaving.

“The players who entered this instance this time are really strange,” the woman said to the man with a puzzled look. “They just gave us that look and didn’t say anything.”

There have been instances of patrol officers and players encountering each other before.

Upon seeing more people in the dungeon, most players became wary or simply ran away, while some asked who they were.

The player from before didn't react at all; if it weren't for the rise and fall of her chest, the two of them would have thought she was dead.

The man looked around: "We came in to investigate the cause of the tremor just now. We don't need to contact the players, but that player was indeed strange."

"I think it's not just the players who are acting strangely, is it?" a woman's voice came from the side.

The male inspector looked at her strangely, only to see that she was staring at a certain spot.

Upon seeing this, the male patrolman also turned his gaze to the direction she was looking.

There's a tall platform over there.

NPCs who know the inside story know that because there's not much to do here and no story to tell, it's very difficult to complete the dungeon.

At that time, garbage sorting was very popular, so someone came up with the idea of ​​turning this place into a garbage sorting instance, which increased the playability of the instance and reduced the workload of the NPCs, killing two birds with one stone.

Because of the special nature of the recycling station, this place is not very dangerous. The content of the instance is that the princess is captured by a demon, and the knight must pass through the level by sorting garbage to rescue the princess.

There are ten chances to make a mistake. If you make ten mistakes, the demon will be able to get to the princess's side.

With ten chances to make a mistake, the margin for error is very high.

Most players who enter this area do not encounter any errors.

At most, there will be one or two mistakes due to errors.

To put it bluntly, anyone who isn't mentally challenged wouldn't put the trash in the wrong place.

Therefore, the demon on the high platform is always very bored. It usually sits in one place and plays cards by itself, and basically doesn't move for the entire instance.

But today, this demon is behaving out of character.

It seemed to notice the two patrolmen and was lying on the edge of the platform, waving enthusiastically at them.

The male patrolman shifted his gaze from the demon that was waving enthusiastically at them: "What's wrong with it today? Why is it being so enthusiastic?"

"That's why I said it wasn't quite normal..."

The two inspectors were completely bewildered and puzzled.

"Would you like to go over and take a look?"

“There are probably players over there. Our patrol rules dictate that we avoid players during patrols, so let's not go over there. Don't forget we're here to find the cause of the tremors.” “Okay,” the male patrolman muttered as he started walking, “Today's really strange…”

But before they could take more than a few steps, they encountered something even stranger.

They encountered players again.

This time I ran into a beautiful woman.

It's just that this beautiful woman might have some mental issues.

The moment the other person saw them, their eyes lit up.

He kept muttering, "Talking trash! Running around trash!"

Her gaze was chilling, causing the two patrolmen to take several steps back in fright.

But then the other person stopped and muttered to themselves, "No, now I need to find trash with a beautiful soul..."

As she spoke, she looked the two patrolmen up and down, then left with a look of disgust.

Inspector: "?"

"What was that just now? Was it a player?"

"What was that expression she made just now? It was even worse than the one we saw at the beginning!"

"What's going on with this instance? Why are there so many weirdos all of a sudden?"

"The demon is still beckoning us up there, why don't we go take a look?"

"……it is good."

But as soon as the two arrived at the foot of the platform, they witnessed an astonishing scene.

A fat man was standing deep in thought in front of a trash can, holding a magazine with several beautiful women on the cover. The two men also heard him muttering to himself, "The people on the cover are so beautiful, they must have beautiful souls too, right? I can't go wrong by putting them in here, can I?"

The fat man had been searching for the clown mask for a while, but to no avail.

He found the magazine on the way and was instantly inspired. He took the magazine to the trash can, where he was spotted by two patrol officers who happened to be there.

The fat man stuffed the magazine into the trash can while the two inspectors looked at him as if he were mentally challenged.

As expected, I was wrong.

Magazines featuring beautiful women were vomited out.

The two patrolmen found the sight amusing and even burst out laughing.

"I never thought there were actually players like this. How did I even think of this magazine with its focus on inner beauty?"

"Judging from his appearance, he must have misplaced a lot of trash before. I reckon the demon is very close to the players on the platform, and the people on the platform hate him to death."

As they talked, they looked up at the platform. They couldn't see clearly from a distance before, but now they could see the demons and players on the platform.

The demon was indeed very close to the player above; it was only a few more steps away from making full contact.

There were indeed people staring at the fat man with resentment, but... was the one with the hateful gaze a demon?
"What's going on? What kind of expression is that?"

The two inspectors looked on with suspicion as they turned their gaze toward the player who was playing the role of "Princess Mianmian".

Upon seeing Princess Mianmian's face clearly, the two inspectors' smiles froze on their faces.

Now they understood.

Why are the demons on the high platform beckoning so enthusiastically? Why are the dungeon players going insane? Why are the obese male players frequently acting like idiots? Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?

The two stared wide-eyed at the players sitting on the platform, feeling a sense of hope for the future.

Can I be a decent human being this year?
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(End of this chapter)