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Chapter 651 Those who were reading novels the night before Qixi Festival must be…

In the dimly lit photo studio.

Gu Mian stared at the photos in her hand for a while, then put the stack of photos into the pocket containing the severed finger: "I don't know if these things can be taken out. If they can, I'll let Mr. Green see if there are any he recognizes among them."

Gu Mian still remembers that her goal is to find her four lost friends.

He didn't linger here for long.

Gu Mian reached the door, untied the hair from the doorknob, and dragged the female ghost along as they continued their journey.

As he continued walking, he analyzed, "The paper bag containing this stack of photos didn't have any names written on it, only numbers."

46 – This is the number to fill in for the name on the paper bag.

what does this mean?
Class 6, Grade 4?
But the people in the photo seem to be well past the age of primary school; they are at least adults.

Or is it... the forty-sixth batch?

Gu Mian realized that Chu Changge was born as an "experiment".

Are these people who look very similar to us also a kind of "test subjects"?

If we consider "46" as the forty-sixth batch of test samples, then it makes sense.

"Could it be that I was also born as a test subject? This world is truly incomprehensible." Gu Mian was eager to encounter a few more high-level NPCs so that she could extract some information from them.

But now is not the time to miss high-level NPCs.

Gu Mian quickened her pace, wanting to find the four people who had come here as soon as possible.

He gripped the female ghost's hair tightly: "That shadow just now... if it really was him, then we're in big trouble."

The fourth nursery rhyme was already playing on the other children's rocking car.

Chu Changge and the others still hadn't seen Gu Mian.

Quite a few ghosts were attracted to this high-end rocking car. They stretched out their hands, eager to try it out, as if they also wanted to ride on the car and have a ride. However, they were all dissuaded by the wildlife protection law.

It is worth mentioning that they passed by Song Tang, who was hiding in the shadows, while driving.

But Song Tang, huddled in the corner, didn't even dare to peek out when he heard the eerie children's song.

Against this backdrop, even heartwarming and comforting children's songs seem incredibly eerie.

"Why is this kind of music playing in this ghost-filled dungeon? How eerie!" Song Tang hid himself even more tightly as he listened to the nursery rhyme. He was still pinning his hopes on the dungeon, hoping that it would discover the bug soon and ideally send him out as soon as it did.

Chu Changge, the richest of the four, focused on inserting coins into the rocking car.

The fortune teller and Xiao Qiao were focused on the pedals under their feet and didn't pay attention to their surroundings.

007 hadn't slept for many days, and she was yawning in her seat, so she didn't notice Song Tang huddled in the corner not far away.

The group rode away in their children's rocking cars.

But then, 007 saw an unexpected figure.

The sudden appearance of the figure startled her awake, and 007 jerked her head up to look at the spot where the figure had just appeared.

The place was now completely empty, as if what she had just witnessed was merely a hallucination.

"Stop for a moment," 007 said immediately.

Chu Changge stopped inserting game coins.

The cheerful children's rocking car stopped on the bumpy road.

"What's wrong?" The rocking car stopped, and the fortune teller jumped off the pedals to stretch her limbs. The repetitive movement made her legs a little numb. "Did you see Gu Mian?"

“No,” 007 shook her head, her face pale, and looked at the others with a strange expression. “I just saw a very familiar figure.”

The fortune teller was taken aback: "Who is it? Your friend in the real world?"

007 nodded hesitantly: "I guess so."

The fortune teller frowned: "Is your friend dead?"

007 closed his eyes, looking very conflicted: "No, he's not dead... he should be alive."

Towards the end, her tone became somewhat insecure.

"Perhaps he died without your knowledge?" The fortune teller hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly realized something. "Your expression doesn't mean you saw Gu Mian's ghost!"

"How could that be?" 007 was somewhat impressed by the fortune teller's imagination.

“Ah,” the fortune teller said, somewhat puzzled, “Chu Changge saw the belongings of his deceased acquaintance here, and 007, you saw a familiar figure here. This basically confirms that this world is connected to reality.”

"We just speculated that people who die in the real world become ghosts and come to this world, and now it seems that this speculation is pretty much correct," the fortune teller said, stating his deduction.

007, however, had a strange expression. She looked at the fortune teller who was making his own deductions, and then at Chu Changge sitting on the children's rocking car.

"I hope I'm seeing things..."

She took a few more steps toward the spot where the figure had just passed and suddenly noticed that something seemed to have fallen to the ground there.

She bent down and picked up the thing from the ground. It was a finger.

A bloodstained, slightly rotten finger.

007 didn't go to look at it immediately. Instead, he looked at the empty space in front of him again and made sure there was nothing else before returning to the rocking car.

"What did you find?" the fortune teller asked 007 curiously.

007 gently shook his head: "Get in the car first, we'll talk about it after we leave here."

The figure she had just seen gave her a very bad feeling, and she didn't want to stay there any longer.

So the group got back on the rocking car and left.

Only after getting into the car did 007 show what he was holding to others.

The fortune teller looked at the somewhat rotten finger and said, "This... should be a living person's finger, right? It should have been on a person not long ago."

The finger has many scratches, and the broken part is uneven, as if it was cut off with a dull knife.

“It does look like a living person’s finger.” 007 nodded. “This finger looks like it was cut off about ten days ago. Could there have been a living person here ten days ago?”

“No,” Xiao Qiao on the pedal denied directly, “There are no living people, it’s impossible.”

"Could this be a ghost's finger?" The fortune teller stared at the finger for a while longer. "No, the ghost hands I've seen before were all extremely grotesque. This finger, although a bit rotten, is still quite beautiful. It doesn't look like a ghost hand."

At this point, she looked at 007 and said, "It's not the finger of that familiar figure you saw, is it?"

007 seemed lost in thought for a moment, unsure of what he was thinking.

Perhaps because it carries four people, the rocking car consumes a lot of game coins.

At this point, Chu Changge had already gone bankrupt.

Xiao Qiao and the fortune teller also contributed their game currency.

However, the two of them had far fewer game coins than Chu Changge, and half an hour later, the children's rocking car finally stalled under the weight of the four people.

Looking at the stroller parked in the middle of the road, 007 looked a little embarrassed: "It didn't cost this many coins when I was using it by myself before."

Chu Changge turned his gaze away from the rocking car: "From now on, we'll have to proceed on foot."

“We’ve been on the bus for several hours now,” the fortune teller said, looking at the dark buildings around her. She had a timekeeping device with her, but for some reason it stopped working after entering this world, so she could only rely on her intuition to tell the time. “We haven’t seen Gu Mian for so long. Isn’t that a bit strange? Could he have been teleported to the other side of the world?”

“This town is bigger than we imagined.” Chu Changge looked ahead. “Finding people won’t be easy.”

They actually passed through many crossroads, and each time they relied on the fortune teller's divination to decide which direction to take.

At this moment, the fortune teller threw his little stick on the ground again.

The stick was still pointing straight ahead.

The fortune teller looked at the dark road ahead: "The protection law has been in effect for so long, I'm really afraid it will fail at any moment... Speaking of which, Gu Mian has been here for almost half a day now, but he still hasn't found us. Could he be chasing us all this time?"

"If he's behind us and we're riding our bikes, wouldn't the distance between us just keep getting bigger and bigger?" the fortune teller wondered.

"Trust your divination." 007 looked at the wooden stick pointing straight ahead. "The divination shows that Gu Mian is in the direction ahead."

The fortune teller seemed a little unsure: "I hope I haven't made a mistake."

Then she saw Chu Changge's hem, which had been cut into pieces.

The fortune teller stared at the hem of his shirt, which looked like it had been chewed by a dog, and paused, then asked, "Were your clothes torn by a ghost?"

Chu Changge shook his head slightly: "I left a mark on the road. If Gu Mian is really behind us, he will be able to see the strips of cloth I left behind."

"That's a great idea." The fortune teller looked at his well-made black coat. "You probably don't have enough clothes for one person. Cut mine."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand to Chu Changge: "Can I borrow your scissors?"

Chu Changge looked at the fortune teller's outstretched hand and silently handed him a rusty fruit knife.

The fortune teller looked at the rusty fruit knife that Chu Changge handed him and finally understood why his clothes were torn like they had been chewed by a dog.

007's expression, however, became even more worried.

She frowned, her thoughts drifting off somewhere.

The fortune teller painstakingly cut off a strip of cloth, and to ensure it wouldn't be blown away by the wind, he went to the nearby bushes to tie the cloth to them.

But just as she reached out, a ghostly hand suddenly emerged from the bushes and grabbed her wrist.

Then, the fortune teller saw the face hidden in the bushes.

Protected by the law, the ghostly hand immediately withdrew after making a single touch, and the face in the bushes screamed and left.

The fortune teller gripped the cloth tightly and took several steps back before finally uttering a curse.

"Look, isn't that Si Huanian?" She stared in shock at the direction the ghostly figure had fled, barely able to react.

Gugu has been mocking this book on Qixi Festival for three years in a row, and it's still not finished. I'm so sad.

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