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Chapter 644 History is always surprisingly similar

"Dear Miss 007, I wonder how you've been doing lately? I heard you recently went into the circus instance with the doctor; I'm sure you two had a very pleasant chat..."

"I wonder if you are currently in a dungeon. Something strange happened here today. If you are not in a dungeon, we hope you can come and continue the conversation."

History is always strikingly similar.

The fat man was sending a message to 007.

Of course, she won't receive this message while inside the instance; she'll have to leave the instance to see it.

"The Seventh World has opened up new instances?" Gu Mian stared at the radio on the table.

This thing isn't a communication device, so Gu Mian can't use it to talk to 007 who sent the signal.

Moreover, its signal is very unstable; after broadcasting that sentence, there was no sound.

The radio played 007's voice twice today.

The first farewell was weak and feeble, a final farewell before death.

The second inquiry was made when the person seemed energetic and in good spirits.

From lifeless to lively and energetic.

Could it be a last gasp before death?
Just as Gu Mian was seriously considering the possibility of 007's last gasp, Fatty's voice came from the side: "Miss 007 replied to me, very quickly. She told me she's not in the instance..."

"Not in the instance?" Gu Mian frowned. "Hasn't she entered the instance today?"

"Miss 007 said she hasn't entered a dungeon since leaving the Circus dungeon."

That would be really strange.

007 is on Earth, but the radio is playing her voice from the Seventh World.

"Why is this happening? Weren't the announcements at noon today and just now made by Miss 007?" The fat man was also puzzled.

Gu Mian had a guess in her mind: "Time in the Seventh World is disordered, or even non-existent. Coupled with the influence of latitude, what we hear is not a factual report from the Seventh World. I think the voices we hear may come from the past or the future."

"For example, let's say you, Fatty, accidentally fall into a room where time doesn't exist. There's only you and a cell phone in the room. At this point, your time is out of sync with the outside world. The outside world's time is a line, and your time is a point outside that line."

The fat man held up the kebabs in his hand, looking like he was wondering, "Why did I have to fall in?"

"Then you want to call me with that phone, but because your time is ephemeral and has nothing to do with our time, your call might be to me when I'm three years old, or it might be to me when I'm eighty years old."

The fat man spoke up at the opportune moment: "I think with your luck, doctor, you probably won't live to eighty."

Gu Mian ignored the fat man's curse: "So these two broadcasts from 007 are from the past or the future."

"It's most likely the future," Gu Mian thought.

The fat man had the same thought: "So... Ragnarok Online will have a dungeon? And Miss 007 even went in?"

not only.

The fat man thought about the farewell he had heard at noon.

If the voice really does come from the future.

That means 007 died there.

The people sitting at the table were all silent.

The fortune teller didn't know what Gu Mian and the others had heard at noon, but she could guess from the atmosphere: "Did you hear 007's last words at noon today?"

Consider this his last words.

As if in response to the fortune teller's "last words," the radio suddenly crackled to life again, carrying the last words of another person—

"Damn it! I don't want to die!"

That's the only sentence.

After that sentence, only the static of the radio could be heard.

Just by looking at the content of this sentence, you would never imagine that it was said by a girl.

But everyone present could tell it was a woman's voice, and the voice was very familiar.

The group silently turned their heads and focused their attention on the person in question.

The fortune teller, under the watchful eyes of everyone, widened his eyes: "What's with this sound? How did it get me involved?!" Today is destined to be an unpleasant day.

The last words of 007 and the fortune teller came one after another. After hearing the two last words, Gu Mian squatted in front of the radio, trying to hear the third and fourth last words, but the thing went completely silent after being active for a day.

Three days later, when 007 drove his children's rocking car to the building with the "BengBeng Harem" sign, the radio still didn't make a sound.

It was Fatty who first spotted 007 staring blankly at the hotel sign.

He greeted the other party warmly, expressing a heartfelt welcome to 007's arrival.

"What's the rush that you sent me here for?" 007 looked a bit tired, probably from exhausting himself traveling.

The fat man hadn't told her about his last words.

He felt it was better to discuss these things face-to-face.

But looking at 007 in front of him, the fat man hesitated to speak. He couldn't very well just say, "You died in the future and left your last words."

Thinking of this, he decided to start by talking about something else: "Let's not talk about that for now. By the way, has Miss 007 found her family yet?"

The story of 007 looking for his mother has been going on for a long time. If we consider this as a dungeon, then it is the longest dungeon in the entire game.

Upon hearing this, 007's already gloomy expression darkened even further.

The fat man, seeing the other person's expression, knew he was in trouble. It seemed the other person had deliberately brought up a sore spot.

He thought for two seconds and decided to pass this hot potato to Gu Mian: "Miss 007, the doctor said he misses you a lot. He even said something like 'a day apart feels like three autumns.' Come on, I'll take you to see the doctor and give him a surprise."

007:"……"

She knew Gu Mian couldn't possibly say something like "a day apart feels like three autumns." The person in front of her was probably just making it up.

The fat man happily led 007 into the house and then left.

So when Gu Mian opened her eyes in the morning, she saw 007 next to her with an embarrassed expression.

"You're awake." 007 looked at the blanket that Gu Mian had kicked to the side of the bed in her sleep.

The poor blanket was already half hanging down to the ground; I never expected Gu Mian to have this habit.

Kicking off the blanket is something that doesn't seem like something someone with his personality would do.

Gu Mian silently pulled her blanket back up: "I'm awake."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

007 coughed, pretending he hadn't seen anything: "Did you need something from me? Why did you call me here in such a hurry?"

After learning that the last words were sent by 007, the fat man immediately made a series of urgent calls to summon the person to Lianhua City.

But 007, who was being relentlessly urged on, had no idea what was happening.

Gu Mian wasn't as tactful as the fat man, nor was he good at reading between the lines. He told the truth directly: "You from the future have given us your last words. You died in this game."

At this point, Gu Mian added, "Judging from the sound, the death was not peaceful."

The fat man, who had just returned to the house, heard the words "died not peacefully" as soon as he entered. His hand holding the broom trembled, and he felt that there was no need to say such a thing.

007 was also stunned.

She never expected to be informed of her death while she was still alive.

As if to comfort her, Gu Mian spoke again: "There was another unlucky guy who died with you... probably died together, a fortune teller, you've met him."

At this moment, the unlucky fortune teller was lying in bed with dark circles under her eyes. Ever since receiving her last words, she hadn't slept well for the past few days.

She even had 007's fortune told several times, and the results were all over the place, with different results each time.

"Is this a predetermined future?" She stared at the ceiling above her head. "If we try to change it now, can we change this fate of death...?"

"That's right!" The fortune teller suddenly sat up in bed. "007 was with me back then. As long as we try to avoid going into the same instance in the future, it'll be fine, right?"

"As long as we don't enter the dungeon together and stagger our entry times, we'll never be matched into the same dungeon. But our voices didn't come out at the same time, so it's possible that we entered that time-disrupted dungeon separately and then broadcast separately..."

The fortune teller was very distressed by this: "In that case... unless I never enter the dungeon again, it will be difficult to avoid the death ending, and even if I don't go to the ticket hall, the special dungeon will automatically come to me."

Writing is always surprisingly enjoyable (I'm sure of it).

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