Monster? A failure?
The fortune teller sat behind the garbage pile and listened carefully to the sounds coming from behind.
The person who made the sound must be an inspector or something, and the monster just now must have caught their attention.
Because Mad Dog's physical exertion was too great, even if the diviner was sitting where he was, he still had sweat on his forehead and was a little out of breath.
Just as she was breathing heavily, the sounds from behind were getting closer and closer.
She turned around and saw two people, a man and a woman, turning around from behind a pile of garbage nearby.
I saw that the two of them were wearing the same clothes, both dark blue jackets and dark blue sweatpants. They looked like appliance repairmen, with something like a work badge hanging around their necks. The fortune teller took a look and saw the word "inspector".
The three people were staring at each other next to a pile of garbage. The two inspectors didn't seem to expect that they would bump into the player as soon as they turned around.
But the player didn't yell as much as they expected. Instead, he didn't say a word and just glanced at them with his big eyes.
The fortune teller really didn't have the strength to speak, and she didn't know where the mad dog went to have fun. She felt that the dog was running faster and faster, as if someone was holding a meat bone in front of it to seduce it.
The three people looked at each other strangely for a few seconds, but in the end no one spoke.
The two inspectors in dark blue clothes paused on the spot for a few seconds, then turned and left.
"The players who entered this dungeon this time are really weird," the woman said to the man in confusion, "They just looked like this when they saw us and didn't say anything."
There have been instances where inspectors and players have encountered each other before.
Seeing that there were more people in the dungeon, most players were alert or ran away directly, and some players asked who they were.
The player just now didn't react at all. If they hadn't seen the rise and fall of her chest, the two of them would have thought she was a dead person.
The man looked around: "We are here to investigate the cause of the vibration just now. We don't have to contact the player, but the player just now was really strange."
"I think it's not just the players that are weird, right?" A woman's voice came from the side.
The male inspector looked at her strangely and saw that she was staring at one place.
Seeing this, the male inspector also turned his gaze in the direction of her gaze.
Over there is a high platform.
NPCs who know the inside story all know that because there is no playability and no story here, it is difficult to make a copy.
It happened that garbage sorting was very popular at that time, so someone took the initiative and made this place into a dungeon of garbage sorting. It not only increased the playability of the dungeon, but also reduced the work of NPCs. It could be said that it killed two birds with one stone.
Because of the special nature of the recycling bin, this place is not very dangerous. The content of the dungeon is that the princess was kidnapped by the devil, and the knight must pass through the levels through garbage sorting to rescue the princess.
There are ten mistakes in total. If you make ten mistakes, the devil will be able to get to the princess completely.
Ten chances for mistakes, high error tolerance.
Most players who enter here don't make a single mistake.
At most, there will be one or two mistakes due to mistakes.
To put it bluntly, as long as you are not mentally retarded, you will not put the wrong garbage.
Therefore, the demon on the high platform has always been very boring. It usually sits there and plays cards by itself, and basically does not move during the entire copy.
But today this demon was acting uncharacteristically.
It seemed to have noticed the two inspectors, lying on the edge of the platform and greeting them enthusiastically.
The male inspector looked away from the demon who was waving to them enthusiastically: "What happened to it today? Why is it so enthusiastic?"
"That's why I said it's not normal..."
The two inspectors were confused and felt strange.
"Would you like to go over and take a look?"
"There is a high probability that there are players over there. Our inspector's rule is to try to avoid players when patrolling. It's better not to go there. Don't forget that we came in this time to find the cause of the vibration."
"Okay," the male inspector muttered as he stepped forward, "today is really weird..."
But before the two of them had taken a few steps, they encountered something even stranger.
They encountered the player again.
This time I met a beautiful woman.
It's just that there may be something wrong with this beautiful woman's brain.
As soon as the other party saw them, his eyes lit up.
He kept mumbling: "Talking trash! Running trash!"
Her eyes were so penetrating that the two inspectors took several steps back in fright.
But then the other party stopped and muttered to himself: "No, now I want to find garbage with beautiful souls..."
As she spoke, she looked the two inspectors up and down, then left with a look of disgust.
Inspectors:"?"
"What was that just now? Is it a player?"
"What was her expression just now? It was even more extreme than the one I saw at the beginning!"
"What's going on with this dungeon? Why are there so many weird things here at once?"
"The devil is still calling us up there, why don't we go take a look?"
"……good."
But as soon as the two of them arrived under the high platform, they saw an astonishing scene.
I saw a fat man holding a magazine and thinking deeply in front of the trash can. There were several beautiful women on the cover of the magazine. The two of them also heard him talking to himself - "The person on the cover is so good-looking, so he must have a beautiful heart, right? Isn't it wrong if I fill it in?"
Fatty had been looking for the clown mask for a while, but to no avail.
He found the magazine again on the way, and he was instantly inspired. He took the magazine directly to the trash can, and was seen by two inspectors who came over.
The fat man filled the magazine into the trash can while the two inspectors looked at him as if they were mentally retarded.
Sure enough, it was wrong.
Magazines with beautiful women being spat out.
The two inspectors felt a little funny when they saw this, and even laughed out loud.
"I didn't expect there to be such a player. How could I have thought that this magazine has such a beautiful soul?"
"Looking at him like this, he must have misplaced a lot of garbage before. I guess the devil is very close to the players above. The people on the stage hate him."
As they spoke, the two looked towards the high platform. They were far away and couldn't see clearly just now. Now they can clearly see the demons and players on the high platform.
I saw that the demon was indeed very close to the player who was already above him, and he would be completely in contact with it in a few more steps.
There was indeed someone above who was staring angrily at the fat man, but... was it the devil who was showing hatred?
"What's going on? What's its expression?"
The two inspectors were confused and turned to look at the player playing the role of "Princess Mianmian".
After seeing Princess Mianmian's face clearly, the two inspectors' smiles froze on their faces before they had time to restrain them.
Now they understood.
Why do demons on high platforms wave enthusiastically, why do dungeon players go insane, and why do obese male players frequently suffer from mental retardation? Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?
The two of them looked at the players sitting on the high platform with their mouths wide open, feeling that the future was full of hope.
