"The scenes recorded by these Spectator caras are broadcast live on one of the television channels for Upper Class People." As 007 read this from the encyclopedia, Chu Changge on the other side of the long table suddenly pulled out a remote control.
It was a television remote control.
He pressed it towards the television hanging above the library wall, and the TV promptly displayed a picture.
Actually, when Gu Mian first entered this library, he noticed the television hanging above the wall. He didn’t quite understand why there would be such a thing in a library, but he didn’t ask, maybe it was the personal preference of the librarian.
Speaking, Gu Mian looked towards the librarian at the counter by the door.
The library should be a quiet place, yet here Gu Mian and the other two were loudly plotting about the judgent variety show, the librarian was angrily enduring but couldn’t speak out, forced to tolerate.
And now Chu Changge went even further by turning on the television, the librarian’s fury grew, but could only pretend not to see.
"On the viewing platform, there are live recordings of these Spectator caras." Chu Changge manipulated the remote control, skillfully switching to the viewing platform channel, and explained to Gu Mian, "I’ve been coming here to observe these Spectator caras for a few days, finding that at ten every morning they wait outside the lower-class residential areas to be loaded with food, and then they precisely enter their respective lower-class residential areas."
The viewing platform consists of countless small screens, like the multitude of surveillance screens seen in a control room.
Above is a row of digital number selection areas, Chu Changge manipulated the remote control to choose the upper area: "For the convenience of the audience to find the Spectator cara they want to watch, the Upper Class People specially divided layers of digital areas."
Chu Changge first clicked into the range of "Spectator caras 1000 to 2000."
Then clicked into the range of "Spectator caras 1000 to 1500."
Finally clicked into the range of "Spectator caras 1000 to 1100."
Soon, they found the live footage of Spectator cara 1058.
The ti was 9:05 in the morning, these Spectator caras were not yet loaded with food, and had not started working.
"Through these few days of observation, the working area of Spectator cara 1058 happens to be Spider Leg Street No. 1, the lower-class area under your identity in the show starts tomorrow, today you must go to Spider Leg Street No. 1 to complete Spectator cara 1058’s delivery task." Chu Changge had already planned it for Gu Mian.
"It’s decided then, it’s already five past nine, the Spectator cara is about to begin work, we must hurry to deliver the half bucket of leftover food to No. 1058." Gu Mian originally planned to hide in Spider Leg Street today.
He let Chu Changge and 007 remain in Crazy Ga City until the third stage of the show begins, then follow the Upper Class People audience to the scene.
But Spider Leg Street is different from Mantis Street and Rat Street, it belongs to a relatively tight lower-class residential area, lower-class people cannot freely enter and exit, so to get in, Crazy Tower Chief must escort Gu Mian inside.
Of course, Crazy Tower Chief was more than willing to do this, he’s been waiting for this day for a long ti.
"Really! You’re leaving today!" When Gu Mian found him on the first floor, Crazy Tower Chief’s eyes shone with hope, sweeping away the gloom from his face.
"Then let’s hurry and go!" Without waiting for Gu Mian’s reply, Crazy Tower Chief eagerly grabbed Gu Mian’s hand, excitedly rushed towards the building’s exit, "Although I’m reluctant, my car is ready at the door!"
As they left, he unexpectedly put on an act with Gu Mian, saying things like "reluctant" and "bond," but never saying "co again next ti."
People in the surrounding shops also heard their conversation and poked their heads out to see Gu Mian off with eager eyes; these past few days Gu Mian stayed in Crazy Ga City, making its patrons hesitant to co, causing shop owners to sigh daily dreaming of when Gu Mian would leave.
So were happy, yet so felt reluctance.
By the railing on the second floor, Dai Huanhuan watched Gu Mian leaving with Crazy Tower Chief, feeling anxious inside.
Gu Mian had told him to steal the wealth of Upper Class People audience mbers after the third phase of the show starts; storage lockers surround the show venue, and their valuables would be deposited there, to avoid loss on the audience seats.
Although Gu Mian reassured Dai Huanhuan he wouldn’t be held accountable afterward, Dai Huanhuan was still skeptical.
He didn’t know Gu Mian planned to take all the people in the audience seats together, hence was conflicted.
"It’s really great here..." A voice ca from beside.
Dai Huanhuan’s attention was drawn to the man next to him.
The person beside him was Mingliang, accidentally brought into this world by Gu Mian; when he ca in, his clothes were already dirty and ssy, his hair tangled, looking just like a beggar.
The past few days Gu Mian entrusted him to Dai Huanhuan, who took Mingliang to cut his hair, take a bath, and change into clean clothes.
Mingliang finally revealed his true appearance, a young man in his twenties, yet his face carried an aging beyond his years.
Mingliang hadn’t noticed Gu Mian leaving below, instead was marveling at the safety and warmth of Crazy Ga City.
In the real world, he was hungry and inadequately clothed, needing to enter terrifying instances to gain minimal resources, his girlfriend thus died in a horrifying instance.
Yet the resources obtained from entering an instance once couldn’t maintain his sustenance for long, requiring repeated entries, repeated escapes, and repeated battles with ghosts for survival.
He no longer wished to recall how many instances he had been through, whenever he thought of the experiences within, profound fear haunted him.
Mingliang once thought he’d spend his whole life like this until dying in an instance or starving in the real world.
But now he found a shelter, a Paradise!
Here, there were no ghosts, no threats.
Though so were oddly shaped, they carried no hostility towards him.
How he wished to stay here forever.
He didn’t want to return to the real world anymore.
Thinking this, Mingliang turned to look at Dai Huanhuan opposite, hesitating to speak.
He wanted to ask soone to let him stay here, but for a mont didn’t know whom to ask.
Dai Huanhuan noticed the longing in his eyes and inquired, "Do you want to stay here?"
Mingliang’s eyes brightened, nodding expectantly.
"No." Dai Huanhuan rejected Mingliang’s thought.
Knowing Mingliang was from the real world, the NPCs here actually disliked him, now they didn’t find trouble for Mingliang only due to Gu Mian’s deterrence, after all, he ca with Gu Mian, who wanted to court death by troubling him.
But once Gu Mian left Paradise, Mingliang probably would be thrown into the lower-class heap by the NPCs, given they were sworn enemies with Earth.
Mingliang didn’t know the status of lower-class people in this world, nor what it ant to beco one.
Though...
Dai Huanhuan thought of sothing.
On Earth, risking life in instances, was it truly worse than being a lower-class person here?
He couldn’t discern which was worse, the choice remained with Mingliang.
He knew if Mingliang wanted to stay, Gu Mian wouldn’t forcefully take Mingliang away.
"Let’s wait and see," Dai Huanhuan said to Mingliang, "Wait for the show that begins tomorrow."
So Mingliang could clearly understand the situation for lower-class people in this world, he could make the choice then without haste.
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