There is also a small side door on the left side of the building's main door.
There was no one here, and the low-class people who got off the trucks poured in through the small door.
There was a long corridor entering the door, and at the end there was a huge room that seemed to be several hundred square meters.
The room looked a bit like a university classroom, with tattered tables and chairs lined up in rows across the room. The side facing the door was not a wall, but a whole piece of dark red velvet, like a stage curtain.
This posture made it obvious 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 entering the venue 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?"
Although Gu Mian was wearing a mask, Teacher Shao was still keenly aware of something. Fortunately, 007 threw a fake bomb, otherwise Gu Mian would have recognized her marriage to Teacher Sha 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.
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 will follow me around the world even if they come 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 line, he didn't know the performance process, 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, not like them.
Could it be that this circus has generous performance rewards?
Gu Mian didn't think that the upper class would provide any good rewards to the lower class. They were not that kind-hearted.
Koro-sensei was very worried about this group of people. There were no security guards here to monitor them, so he probably thought that no one would want to escape.
Maybe someone has tried to escape before, but it didn't end well.
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 otherwise the player's identity will be revealed, so I just asked them in a cursory way. I learned a little bit and got some clues;
"This circus has been around for a long time. Together with an entertainment program called The Killing Game, they are the two most popular variety shows in the world... I always feel familiar when talking about The Killing Game. I seem to 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."
Speaking of this, 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 particularly 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?
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 read the background introduction carefully 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's indeed possible," Gu Mian nodded in response, "These perverts probably like to do things like cross-dressing people."
007 Scalp is numb.
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 he could still see his clothes.
He was wearing a tattered blue overalls on his upper body and a pair of gray cropped trousers on his lower body. Of course, cropped trousers are not a low-class trend. It's just that these trousers don't fit well, so they only cover half of the calf.
This man's hair was ragged. The rain last night had soaked his hair, and it was 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 if 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 at 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.
It was as if the others couldn't 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, he 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 low-class person who yearned so much for a high-class life that he struggled to join the upper class 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 are we going to rush up and drag her down and beat her up now?"
