There is also a small side door on the left side of the building's main entrance.
There were no people here, but low-class people who got off the trucks poured in through the small door.
There is a long corridor when you enter the door, and at the end there is a huge room, which seems to be several hundred square meters.
This room is a bit like a university classroom, with tattered tables and chairs lined up in rows across the room. The side opposite the door is not a wall, but a whole piece of dark red velvet, like a stage curtain.
This gesture suggested that he wanted to invite them to watch the performance.
At this time, Gu Mian heard the voice of Teacher Killing behind the curtain.
“The audience will be arriving soon, have the seats been arranged...”
It turns out that this is the waiting room, and the other side of the flannel is the stage. They will perform on stage from here later.
At this time, 007 had sneaked up next to Gu Mian.
“Did the guy in the pink shirt recognize you when you got in the car?”
Even though Gu Mian was wearing a mask, Teacher Koro was still keenly aware of something. Fortunately, 007 threw a fake bomb, otherwise Gu Mian would have recognized her marriage to Teacher Koro on the spot.
Gu Mian nodded slightly: "I entered another dungeon before, and he was originally in that dungeon."
007 was silent for half a minute: "Then he must have been tortured by you, right?"
She suddenly felt that the white coat Gu Mian had given her was a little hot to her hands.
Gu Mian opened her mouth and laughed twice: "Haha, how could it be possible? All the NPCs who have met me think that I am a good person. Some NPCs would not hesitate to follow me around the world even after coming out of the dungeon..."
007 also grinned a few perfunctorily.
While the two of them smiled at each other to show respect, everyone else sat quietly in their seats, stretching their necks and staring at the red velvet in front of them.
Gu Mian knew that Mr. Killer transported the lower class people here just to perform on stage, but because he jumped in the queue, he didn't know the process of the performance, and he didn't know why these people were so excited.
I think the lower-class people who were selected to enter the killing game were very scared, unlike them.
Is it possible that this circus has generous performance rewards?
Gu Mian doesn’t think that the upper class people will provide any good rewards to the lower class people. They are not that kind-hearted.
Teacher Koro is very worried about this group of people. There are no security guards here to monitor them, so he probably thinks that no one will want to escape.
Perhaps someone has tried to escape before, but the outcome was not ideal.
007 lowered his head and whispered: "I asked other people some questions when I was in the carriage... You also know that they don't like to talk much, and I can't ask questions that are too mentally retarded or they will reveal the player's identity, so I just asked them in a blurry way.
I got some clues;
“This circus has been around for a long time, and together with an entertainment program called Killing Game, they are two of the most popular variety shows in the world... I always feel familiar when talking about Killing Game, as if I have seen it on the bulletin.”
Gu Mian touched his chin: "It has indeed been on the notice."
007 glanced at him and continued: "Both the circus and Killing Game have existed for many years, decades. Killing Game was suspended not long ago due to an accident."
At this point, 007 stopped and stared at Gu Mian for a while, trying to see the guilty expression on his face.
Unexpectedly, this guy's face was full of magnanimity, as if "my heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is righteous."
007's face twitched and continued: "This carnival at the circus only appeared three years ago. There was no such festival before, and it has been less than a year since the killing game was suspended. Because the killing game was suspended, this year's carnival
The festival is extremely lively, and it is said that the people who come here to watch the carnival are high-ranking officials and the like."
Are they all high-ranking officials?
An important NPC.
Then it’s even more time to show them your talents!
Thinking of this, Gu Mian puffed up her chest proudly.
007 looked at Gu Mian's suddenly proud look and pinched his eyebrows: "But we don't know what we are going to perform! Will we be stabbed to death on the spot if we stand still like a fool when we get on stage?"
She had carefully read the background introduction before entering the dungeon. Low-class people had no human rights in this world and were very likely to be stabbed to death on the spot.
"It is indeed possible," Gu Mian nodded in response, "These perverts should like to do things like cross-dressing people."
007Scalp numbness.
Just as she was touching her numb scalp, she heard Gu Mian's voice next to her: "I think the show in a while may be about carrying a little girl on her back and doing 28 backflips in a row."
007 asked in confusion: “What little girl?”
She looked up at Gu Mian strangely, only to see Gu Mian staring in one direction. 007 followed his gaze and saw that the end of his gaze was a low-class man sitting on a worn-out seat.
Everyone present was wearing a mask. 007 couldn't see the person's face clearly, but his clothes could still be seen.
I saw that his upper body was in a tattered blue overalls, and his lower body was in a pair of gray cropped trousers. Of course, cropped trousers are not a trend for low-class people. It is purely because these trousers don't fit well that they can't be covered up.
Live half of the calf.
This man's hair is ragged. The rain last night soaked his hair, and it's not completely dry yet.
Under the wispy hair is a dark green mask. Different from the clown masks on Gu Mian and 007's faces, the mask on this person's face is diamond-shaped, the whole is dark green, painted with complex patterns, and the mouth is pursed into a
A line, somewhat like a snake's head.
I don’t know whether it was because he suffered from the cold last night or because he was too excited, but he clenched his fists tightly and his whole body was trembling slightly.
Looking towards his back, 007 felt that he might have found the reason for his trembling.
I saw someone on his back.
A little girl.
Pale face, scarlet mouth.
She was wearing a red dress, her hands tightly wrapped around the man's neck, her head resting on the back of the man's neck, her face facing Gu Mian and the two of them, and she opened her mouth in a weird smile.
Others seemed to be unable to see her, still immersed in their own excitement.
007 turned his neck stiffly: "That doesn't seem like a little girl!"
Gu Mian touched her chin: "It should be a little female ghost?"
Don’t describe it so cute!
007 swallowed: "She is looking at us."
Not long after entering the dungeon, I was targeted by ghosts. It was really a bad start... 007 was thinking wildly.
Gu Mian frowned; "There is actually a ghost in this copy."
“It’s not the devil that has the problem!”
"No," Gu Mian shook his head, "I have entered this world before, and I always thought that the only people in this world who would be dangerous to players would be the upper-class people, who would throw lower-class people into very dangerous places, but even the upper-class people
There is only one ghost in the 'forbidden zone' that is considered the most dangerous and is not dangerous to humans."
refers to golden amber.
The lower-class person who yearns so much for the upper-class life that he strives to join the upper-class society even after his death.
“Last time, the only ghost in the restricted area was the mission NPC, is it the same this time? Is she Louis?” Gu Mian stared at the pale girl.
007 remembered Gu Mian's instructions: "So we are going to rush up and drag her down and beat her up now?"