Global Collapse-Chapter 591 - 559: The Dove Turns Out to Be My Own!_1

If you were to enter an instance and ask every NPC, "Do you know what the Recycle Bin instance is called?" you would probably not get an answer in a short amount of time. Most of the ghosts in an instance don't talk, and it's rare to find an NPC with intelligence. Also, a majority of NPCs have no idea what the Recycle Bin is. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

At this moment, Fatty slapped his forehead, "Ah, Doctor, I saw Miss Fortune-Teller on the list of compensations. Were you in the same instance with her?"

Fatty still didn't understand why several instances had been destroyed simultaneously. His question had been interrupted by Mr. Green's knocking.

Gu Mian shook his head, "No, she wasn't my teammate. It's somewhat complicated. Somehow I ran into her while she was in a different instance."

Fatty was confused but didn't inquire further, "Miss Fortune-Teller must be good at finding stuff. At the very least, she could divine some general direction for us."

Indeed.

The location of the Food Factory's office had been divined by the Fortune-teller. She had also conjured an extremely rare massive bomb using her divination, which blew up the entire food processing plant.

Gu Mian nodded slightly, "She has certainly used her class skills to search for special items. Presumably, she could divine where the Clown Mask is." But there was a problem now. Gu Mian looked at the other two, "I didn't add her as a friend, so I can't contact her. Did any of you?"

Gu Mian rarely used the game's built-in friend function, to the point that he had almost forgotten about it.

Fatty immediately started to rummage through his friends list, "I remember I added her. Let me find it…"

Soon, he found "Fortune-teller" among hundreds of nicknames.

Fatty looked at Gu Mian, "Shall I just ask her now?"

"You ask."

Fatty opened the chat window and started typing in the input field—

"Dear Miss Fortune-Teller, I hope your life has been pleasant recently. I heard that you met with the Doctor not long ago. I'm sure you must've shared quite a delightful conversation…"

The writing style was peculiar. Chu Changge found himself frowning at it.

Gu Mian, watching Fatty type from the side, almost had a physical question mark appear on his face. "What the heck are you writing?"

Fatty gave a dry laugh, "Sorry, I used to work as a game scriptwriter for a while. I got into the habit of this style…"

He typed a few more lines hastily and finally stopped beating around the bush.

"…The Doctor would like your help to divine the location of the 'Clown Mask,' a special item. It should be in one of the instances. Would you have some spare time?"

Then, he sent this strangely worded long message.

Gu Mian guessed that when the Fortune-teller saw this chunk of strange text, her face would be full of question marks.

A few minutes later, a reply came from the Fortune-teller.

As expected, she replied with a "?"

She probably thought Fatty had lost his mind.

There was more text after the "?".

"So, you want me to divine the instance that houses the Clown Mask, this special item, right? But I can't do it with just a name. I would need an intermediary object or someone who's seen the Clown Mask before. Only then can I perform the divination."

Someone who's seen the Clown Mask?

All eyes fell on Mr. Green.

Mr. Green quickly backed away, "Don't look at me, I've never seen it…"

But before he could finish, Xiao Qiao interjected, "He's seen it."

Even though they weren't sure how Xiao Qiao knew, Gu Mian still tied up Mr. Green with a prepared rope to prevent him from escaping.

Fatty's voice came from the side, "This is a bit of a hassle. We have to bring Mr. Green to the Fortune-teller for the divination."

Gu Mian asked, "Where is the Fortune-teller now?"

"She said she's not far. Some of her teammates came here for the college entrance examination event, but she hasn't heard from them. She was already on her way here to find them and has now reached the neighboring city."

During the college entrance examination event, players were picked up by school bus and brought here. Presumably, the Fortune-teller didn't get a ticket for the event back then, so she couldn't take the school bus. She had to separate from her teammates who could enter and make her own way here.

But since the Fortune-teller's class is very advantageous in instances, her teammates would definitely worry about her traveling alone. There must still be other teammates with her now.

Gu Mian spoke up, "Ask her how many people are with her."

Fatty rapidly typed a few lines and sent the message. Soon, he received a reply.

"Ah, Miss Fortune-Teller said there were originally two others with her. But, you know how we recently had that restriction where no one could enter instances for half a month? They didn't have much Game Coin, and their food supplies were only enough for one person. The two of them argued over food, which ended with one running off with all the supplies in the middle of the night. The other went after them, and neither has returned since."

Gu Mian marveled, "Such dependable teammates."

He grabbed the tightly bound Mr. Green and headed out. "Ask her current location. We'll deliver Mr. Green to her." Mr. Green struggled, but it was no use.

On this bright afternoon, Gu Mian and the others boarded the Spirit Car.

Xiao Hong was still enthusiastically pressing her face against the back window, sipping her soda, with Mr. Green squashed underneath her. Her brother was blowing air on Gu Mian's head, Fatty was lounging on the seat, while Chu Changge sat primly in the passenger seat.

Xiao Qiao had also been dragged along by Gu Mian. Considering her [Big Data Search] skill might be helpful in finding the Clown Mask, Gu Mian had brought her along.

Xiao Qiao, mimicking Xiao Hong, also plopped herself down on Mr. Green. She even snatched the lychee soda from Xiao Hong's mouth and started drinking it herself. The result was inevitable—

The two women in the back started scratching at each other.

The Fortune-teller had been waiting downstairs from her building for a long time. When she saw a car speeding towards her, she was shocked; she hadn't seen anyone drive a car in the real world for ages. No one drove, firstly because the roads were blocked, and secondly, because fuel had evaporated. Of course, the latter was the main reason. The only vehicles moving on the streets these days were basically bicycles and electric scooters. Some people were even riding children's bicycles.

However, what followed was even more shocking to her.

As soon as the car stopped in front of her, a door was SLAMMED open with a BANG from the inside.

A woman in a red dress, her face obscured by her disheveled hair, rushed out, clenching something in her hand. She bolted a considerable distance, looking like a madwoman from a village entrance.

Before the Fortune-teller could get a clear look at her, another woman suddenly appeared at the car door.

She recognized this woman; it was the movie star Qiao Chu. They had met before in the Death Image instance.

Even off-screen, Xiao Qiao was absolutely dazzling. Damn, she's beautiful! a single glance was enough to make one exclaim.

However, her beautiful face now bore several scratches, and her hair was pulled into a messy, bird's-nest-like tangle.

She darted from the car to chase the 'madwoman.' The sight of the two women—one fleeing, one pursuing—left the Fortune-teller quite dizzy.