"At a moment they died, but they were not completely dead, and were in a state of death and life." - This is the conclusion given by the fortune teller.

Her face was wrinkled like a bun, and she seemed not very confident in the conclusions she had drawn.

Chu Changge and Xiao Qiao have been driven out by Gu Mian, and there are only two of them in the room at this time.

The fortune teller glanced at the two signs on the table again: "If one person draws this result, it may be my divination mistake, but these two people draws the same sign... I think it should not be a mistake."

Gu Mian also stared at the sign on the table: "So now they are in a dead and alive state?"

It doesn't look very similar.

The fortune teller shook his head in embarrassment: "I don't know that this dead and alive state may exist in their past, present, and may be the future."

She said this and lowered her head in shame: "I have limited ability and can only divine until a certain period of time they are in this state, but I don't know whether this period is the past or the future."

Gu Miangang talked to Louis about the death of Schrödinger in the statue of the Evil God in the dungeon, but he turned around and Chu Changge and Xiao Qiao also had this state.

Is their situation similar to the statue of the evil god? Gu Mian fell into deep thought. Is all the guardians in this state?

The fortune teller had a strange expression: "This is the first time I have ever seen such a thing. Did you find something in the dungeon that brought them to divination?"

She asked similar words not long ago, but Gu Mian did not give an answer.

This time Gu Mian still did not answer this question. He just leaned against the sofa. After thinking for a while, he answered the question irrelevant: "Have you heard of wired radio?"

The fortune teller didn't know why Gu Mian suddenly brought the topic to the radio. She recalled all the things she had experienced for twenty years and nodded hesitantly: "I've heard it a few times."

"The radios are all broadcast in real time, right?"

The fortune teller nodded hesitantly again: "It seems that this is the case. When receiving signals, you can only receive fact reports. Some recorders may have replay functions, but I have never seen such advanced recorders."

"If one day a broadcaster is in front of you, but his factual broadcast is on the radio, what's going on?"

As if he was afraid that the fortune teller would not understand, Gu Mian generously gave himself an example: "If I were the broadcaster, I was right in front of you now, and you turned on the radio and could hear my real-time program."

The fortune teller didn't know why the topic suddenly developed in a strange direction.

She swallowed and guessed: "Then I guess you're a hell."

What a simple guess.

"By the way," Gu Mian turned to look at the fortune teller, "Can you make amulets like amulets? Just like the one in the TV series, the protagonist draws a lottery, and an old Taoist descends him amulet from the sky and says that this talisman will definitely keep you safe."

The fortune teller: "…"

I am a fortune teller, not a Taoist priest!

However, she really knows how to fold talismans. The fortune teller can make lucky talismans, which may increase luck slightly, but it will consume a lot of energy and the function is not guaranteed.

She had done this thing a few times before, and the effect was almost zero. I don’t know if it was her illusion, but after bringing the lucky charm, her chances of hitting a ghost in the dungeon seemed to have greatly increased.

The fortune teller stumbled for a while: "The amulet cannot be made, is there no useless lucky charm?"

Lucky Talisman? Hearing this, Gu Mian's eyes began to shine. Is there such a good thing?

He nodded slowly and said in a reluctant tone: "The lucky charm is also OK."

The fortune teller looked at the strange light in Gu Mian's eyes and was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "You need a few pieces of foldable paper..."

She hasn't lived in this house for a long time before, and there is only toilet paper at home.

Hearing this, Gu Mian reached out and took it in her pocket for a while before finding a note: "Can you see this kind of paper?"

The fortune teller took the [duplicate ticket (sub-coupon)] from Gu Mian and fell into deep thought. He took out a piece of paper and was such a rare special item. Is this the world of rich people?

Finally, Gu Mian tore up several pages of Chu Changge's book and handed them to the fortune teller. Seeing that she had finished folding it, she happily left with a string of lucky charms.

The fortune teller in the room leaned against the sofa exhausted, and there was no drop.

The lucky charm produced by the fortune teller was taken back to the house and was stolen.

First, the fat man came to grab one, and he pinched the lucky charm folded by the pages in his hand: "Can it really bring people luck? If it is really useful, wouldn't this be a savior of the doctor?"

As he said, he pulled off the most beautiful one and reached out to put it in Chu Changge's pocket beside him: "The one who is close to the vermilion is red and the one who is close to the ink is black. Brother Chu will enter the copy with the doctor every day, so he must also take a look to avoid being infected by the doctor."

Is this how the one who is close to the vermilion is used to red and black?

Gu Mian specially pulled down one and hung it on Xiao Qiao's neck who was eating next to him. Today's supper was fat man's unique egg fried rice and clay pot pig's trotter soup. Xiao Qiao was fighting wits and courage with the pig's trotters in the bowl.

Thinking of Xiao Qiao, who was both dead and alive as the fortune teller said, Gu Mian frowned.

At this time, Chu Changge's voice sounded in his ears. This was the first sentence he said after Gu Mian came out of the copy: "As soon as you released the copy, you took us to find the fortune teller, did you find it in the copy?"

The fortune teller asked similar questions, but she ended up not getting an answer.

"I met Louis," Gu Mian turned to look at him, "Louis told me about your meeting in the copy of the Killing Game. It turns out that you have communicated so much in an unknown corner behind my back."

Chu Changge pushed his glasses, without any guilt on his face: "Because there is no valuable information in the conversation, I didn't tell you afterwards."

Gu Mian recalled what Louis said to him: "Not all these, the second world number you are in is one, also known as the first world, right?"

Hearing this, Chu Changge was silent for a few seconds before nodding and saying, "Yes."

"Then the serial number of you who came out of the first world is also the number one, right?"

Chu Changge was silent again, and the silence lasted longer than last time. He nodded after a while.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Gu Mian continued to speak: "Do you remember half a year ago? Not long after the global game started, I poked the radio here, and we heard a radio at that time."

The fat man leaned over and said, "I remember this, the content seems to be 'Woooo I am the guardian of No. 1, I accidentally lost the person I was going to follow for twenty years, and I didn't come out to find someone else when No. 2 died.'

Gu Mian: "..."

He remembered that the original text seemed to be not like this, especially without the word "wuwu", but the overall meaning was not wrong.

"It's strange," Gu Mian frowned and looked at Chu Changge, "Are there any other guardians in your world coming to the earth?"

He remembered Chu Changge before that he said that at most one person can be sent to each low-dimensional world.

But half a year ago, Gu Mian did hear the real-time broadcast with Chu Changge.

Chu Changge was next to him at that time, and the report could never have been sent by Chu Changge.

At this time, Xiao Qiao, who was cooking next to him, suddenly raised her head: "Impossible, he is the only one, and there is only one in each world."

Xiao Qiao is very confident about this.

"Maybe someone is fake," Chu Changge pushed his glasses, "Someone forged the identity of Guardian No. 1 for himself at that time and sent a broadcast for us to hear."

Gu Mian touched his chin: "There must be a cause. This radio must be trying to convey some information to people. At that time, I was completely unaware of the identity of the Guardian, and the fat man was the same. Now, when I think that only you knew the existence of the Guardian at that time, and he pretended to be your identity, it is very likely to be to attract your attention. I guess that radio is likely to convey the message to you."

Chu Changge lowered his eyes: "I think so too, but I never analyzed the intention of that broadcast."

Gu Mian turned to look at Xiao Qiao: "Only the guardians from the low-dimensional world know the existence of the guardians, then the one who pretended to be you on the broadcast must be the guardians from other worlds."

But what is the point of impersonating Chu Changge?

"It has nothing to do with me, I have never pretended to be." When Xiao Qiao noticed Gu Mian's gaze, he raised his hand and called for his injustice.

Xiao Qiao is indeed not like a person who does such smart things.

What Gu Mian didn't understand was why the guardians of other worlds wanted to post a radio that pretended to be Chu Changge, and they happened to hear it.

It's really strange.

He thought of the "Guardian No. 2" mentioned on the radio, and turned to look at Chu Changge: "Do you know who Guardian No. 2 is?"

Chu Changge turned his head and looked at the fat man, and said a few seconds later: "Mathematics teacher."

really……

Fatty father.

"It's dead." Xiao Qiao added, inserting the pig's trotter.

The fat man flattened his mouth and his eyes were woolly.

"Do you know he is dead?" Gu Mian looked at Xiao Qiao strangely.

Xiao Qiao only met him after the global game started. Logically speaking, he probably didn't know that he had a math teacher dead.

"There is a sense of induction," Xiao Qiao said concisely, "the sense of oppression has disappeared."

A sense of oppression?

Will Xiao Qiao feel the oppression brought to her by other guardians? If a guardian dies, she will immediately sense it.

I believe that Xiao Qiao also recognized the true and false Chu Changge during the dragon boat activity based on his sense of oppression.

But why did she feel the oppression from other guardians?

Gu Mian asked Chu Changge: "Can you also feel the oppression from other guardians?"

Chu Changge shook his head slightly: "There are some sensations between the guardians. I can't feel the oppression, but if there is a guardian's death, I can feel it."

Gu Mian quickly recalled the people who had died from childhood and adulthood: "Can you tell me how many people have died now?"

"Teacher of the Second World..." Chu Changge seemed to report the death list in the order of the world.

But after saying the first sentence, he stopped. Just when Gu Mian thought that only one of them was dead, Chu Changge's voice continued to sound: "Fifth World, Lin Xiaowei."

The fat man suffocated his breath and looked at Gu Mian nervously.

He remembered that Brother Chu said that Lin Xiaowei was Gu Mian's childhood playmate. When no one else dared to approach Gu Mian, the girl was so angry that she swelled his face.

But she died in the end under the crushing of fate. She resisted Gu Mian's fate of death and used her own life.

The fat man felt a little sad, and Lin Xiaowei's story seemed to have ended before it even began.

Gu Mian lowered her head and tidied up the corner of her lower clothes, then raised her head and let out a soft "Yeah"

Chu Changge turned his head and continued to state the death list: "Sixth World, Song Yu."

The fat man looked up curiously. It was the first time he heard this person's name. He heard that the name should be a woman. Did she die without everyone knowing it?

He looked at Gu Mian while thinking, but saw that the other party seemed to have guessed it long ago, and his face had not changed much.

"Does the doctor know this person?" the fat man asked carefully.
Chapter completed!