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Chapter 811 Today is a good day!
When the teacher rushed to the cruise ship, it was already past midnight.

The cruise ship was quiet; everyone had returned to their rooms to rest.

It's too late now; even if Teacher Killer wanted to cause trouble, he wouldn't have time. He fumed as he went to his room at the bow of the ship. This was a room specially set up by the production team for the upper-class hosts, far away from the rooms of the lower-class people.

Not far outside is the cruise ship's control room, though it's empty. This cruise ship is fully automated—the technology isn't quite mature yet, so when upper-class passengers ride on automated cruise ships, there are still people guarding the control room to prevent accidents.

The value of the lower class is much lower than that of the upper class. The lower class is not afraid of accidents and does not care how many die.

However, the lower-class people on this ship still have some value, and there is also a higher-class host on board.

Therefore, the control room is equipped with a robot that can control the cruise ship. If the autopilot system malfunctions, the robot will take over. It is worth mentioning that the manufacturing technology of this robot is not very mature.

The host's room has two floors; the second floor is a monitoring room with a whole floor of screens.

The monitoring room can see the situation in each contestant's room.

In the monitoring room, Teacher Killer focused on observing the situation in room 1118. He originally wanted to make things difficult for 1118 as soon as he arrived, but he was too late, and everyone had already gone home by the time he boarded the ship.

1118 was the most popular contestant and had the largest room among all the participants, which contained thirty or forty cameras.

The lights were still on in 1118's room; he hadn't gone to sleep yet. But whether by coincidence or not, 1118 kept wandering around several blind spots in the surveillance cameras, and the two cameras that had been following him closely during the day had stopped working and were charging side by side at the charging station.

The teacher, who had been searching anxiously for 1118 in the monitoring room for a long time, only managed to catch a few fleeting glimpses of his back.

He rolled his eyes in anger and decided to go outside for some fresh air.

Stepping out of the room, you're on the bow deck, which is currently facing the Carnival Pier.

He stood at the bow of the ship and looked in that direction. He saw lights still on in a white two-story building by the dock, where dock workers were working. The building was quite large, and from above, it was square in shape.

This was the first time that Teacher Killer had observed the building so closely.

The authorities have classified Carnival Pier as a Level 3 restricted area, just like the secret forest in the restricted zone, which is not allowed to be entered casually.

There are no-entry signs far from the pier, and people patrol the perimeter. If anyone is found approaching, they will be immediately escorted back.

This dock is only used for transporting secret or urgently needed goods and is not used much normally.

The materials used to build the second and third stage stages had passed through Carnival Pier.

Even when transporting goods, the people inside are rarely seen; Teacher Killer has never seen any dock workers, nor does he know anyone who works there.

Thinking of this, he curiously peered at the building, trying to see more.

Perhaps heaven heard his prayer, for by sheer coincidence, a window on the second floor of the building suddenly opened, and a figure appeared in the window.

He was wearing a dark blue work uniform, and with two fingers of his right hand, he held a cigarette to his lips and took a deep drag.

The glow of the cigarette butt was like a branding iron, deeply imprinted on the pitch-black curtain called night.

The teacher's entire gaze was drawn to that tiny spark of fire.

He stared wide-eyed at the person leisurely smoking a cigarette by the window.

The person behind the window also noticed him. They blew two smoke rings towards the teacher, then flicked their cigarette butt at him with a mocking expression before closing the window with a laugh. The burning cigarette butt, of course, didn't land on the teacher; they were too far apart. It fell from the second floor to the ground, bounced a few times, and finally rolled away with the wind to who knows where.

The firelight had disappeared into the darkness, but the teacher was still staring blankly at the window that had just been opened.

He could hardly believe his eyes.

A night breeze blew by, and the cool air cleared his head a little.

He then came to his senses and muttered to himself, "Lower class? They must be lower class."

I just saw a low-class person smoking comfortably in a building on the second floor of Carnival Wharf, and he was even wearing work clothes!
How can someone of low social standing become an employee at Carnival Pier? And yet, they're comfortably smoking by the window?
This is impossible!

The only purpose of the lower classes is to provide amusement for the noble upper classes. They cannot obtain work, cannot gain any status in a society ruled by the upper classes, and, unless under special circumstances, cannot be found outside the lower classes' residential areas.

The teacher, who was about to kill, preferred to believe that he had seen a ghost rather than believe that what he had just seen was real.

Another gust of cold wind blew by, and the wound on his forehead ached from the wind.

Feeling the pain in his forehead, the teacher suddenly realized what was happening.

"It must be because my head hasn't fully healed from the bump, that's why I had that hallucination," Teacher Killer thought to himself. He glanced hesitantly at the window that had been open, but there was no movement there; it seemed no one would come again.

He covered his head and went back to his room, feeling that he should rest.

He had too many hallucinations today and needed a good rest to let his damaged head catch its breath. He didn't want to make a mistake in the second and third phases tomorrow.

The second and third stages will be held consecutively tomorrow. The second stage will eliminate forty people, leaving only ten to enter the third stage. The ten contestants in the third stage will then compete for the final championship.

I've already seen the second and third stages of the show; it's incredibly exciting and sure to leave a lasting impression on the audience. If the show's hosting goes smoothly and he gains fame, his career might just return to its former glory.

The teacher, filled with hope for the future, drifted off to sleep.

Some people have hope, while others are in despair.

The crazy building manager was now in despair.

Gu Mian's thieving companion came to "pay tribute" to him again.

He dared not speak out against his anger, unable to hit or scold him, so he could only scrape together some of his already meager savings to give to the bespectacled young man.

If he could, the madman would wish to make a wish in front of Gu Mian that he would never meet Gu Mian or his cronies again.

Unfortunately, Gu Mian's wish-granting mechanism can only fulfill his own wishes.

The crazy building manager could only hope that Gu Mian could successfully rescue the person he needed to save this time, so that he could escape his misery as soon as possible.

Almost everyone is looking forward to tomorrow.

And the "tomorrow" that everyone was looking forward to arrived soon.

Haha, it's almost 10 o'clock! On this auspicious day that everyone is looking forward to, GuGu is updating at 10 o'clock!