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When the fat man returned to the coffee shop panting, he happened to see Chu Changge wearing glasses sitting on the heavy-toned gray sofa and picking up a cup of caramel macchiato.

The scene is a bit weird.

There were two girls across several seats, and Gu Mian was being dragged to chat.

The fat man straightened his collar, raised his chest and pretended that he was a serious customer, and walked in with his chest raised and his head raised.

When passing by Gu Mian, he heard a girl asking Gu Mian for contact information in a thief-like voice.

"Can you leave a contact information?"

"The waiters here won't leave you a phone number. If you ask them for contact information, they will definitely say they don't bring their cell phones."

At this time, the fat man was already sitting opposite Chu Changge.

The leather gray sofa was very soft when sitting down. The fat man felt that most of his butt was trapped in and didn't want to pull it out.

"I'm still looking for you outside, but I didn't expect you to come by myself." The fat man reached out and touched the unused spoon beside Chu Changge, and he boldly dug a spoon from Chu Changge's cup. "Brother Chu, how did you find this place... Bah, it's so sweet!"

Chu Changge picked up the cup, glanced at the business card on the table and said softly: "I died last night, this is found in her clothes."

At this time, someone came in again, and Gu Mian bent down slightly and tried to sell his lust.

"Did you see that there is a police car coming to our school today."

At this time, the three new girls were talking.

"I saw it, but I don't know what happened... By the way, when it comes to the police car, I suddenly remembered something. Do you know that there was a serial murder case in the next city half a year ago? It is said that eight people were killed. What's strange is that there are still several bodies that no one claimed, and the murderer has not been arrested yet."

"I have also heard that those bodies that no one claimed were not recognized. Strangely, those people have very normal identities, but they couldn't find a relative to pick up the bodies, just as if they were popping out of a crack in the stone. I think this rumor should be fake."

The information given by the copy?

Hearing this conversation, Gu Mian thought for a moment, then smiled and handed them the menu.

The topic of the three girls quickly changed from supernatural to gossip, and the subsequent chat content was useless.

Chu Changge picked up the spoon at his hand, thought about it and put it down: "It seems that we can not only wait for other players here, but also hear some useful information."

And at this moment, the glass door was pushed open again.

Gu Mian turned his head and saw a girl in a black robe walking in with her head down.

She wore a black hood, half of her face was covered by a black shadow, and she was holding a pendant in her hand. Gu Mian recognized this thing as a spiritual pendant, which was something she would use during divination.

At this time, the dark blue spirit was constantly moving clockwise.

If Gu Mian hadn't been able to open her player panel, I would really think this person was a witch in the COS medieval era...

At this time, the person whose face was covered by a hood stood at the door and raised his head slightly.

As she looked up, Gu Mian also saw this face clearly - it looked very familiar.

It is the female player who called herself a "thanks" I met in the Sweet Lover Copy before!

I saw that her nickname was indeed the green word "Divorcer". It seems that as long as you have a profession, you can get a green nickname.

At this time, the seemingly mysterious fortune teller had raised his face and looked at Gu Mian.

The moment she saw Gu Mian, the mysterious atmosphere she had barely maintained finally could not be maintained.

Gu Mian saw the shock and surprise appearing on her face, and his expression was like tribute to his dead crystal ball; I am afraid that this fortune teller would meet an acquaintance here if he failed to divine.

"Why are you..." When the fortune teller saw Gu Mian's face, he subconsciously thought of Teacher Sweet, which was the worst NPC she had ever seen so far, and was threatened by the player with a chainsaw across his neck.

Gu Mian held her down and pressed her next words back into her mouth: "Miss, welcome home."

The fortune teller was forcibly pressed by Gu Mian on the seat beside the door, and she could not resist. She turned her stiff neck and looked at the chainsaw doctor. She saw that he had changed into clothes, and the smile on his face looked quite gentle, as if he never spoke loudly to others.

If Gu Mian hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how terrifying Gu Mian was when he went crazy, the fortune teller would definitely be fooled by this extremely deceptive appearance.

"You...you are in this copy too..." The fortune teller suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Mian with some guilt.

I saw him bent down slightly with a gentle smile, as if listening to his needs: "What do you need?"

The fortune teller stared at Gu Mian's face blankly and subconsciously spoke: "Car...cappuccino..."

"Okay." Gu Mian took back the menu.

At the same time, the two heard another sound from the door.

Gu Mian looked back and saw that this time he was still a familiar face. It was Xiao Qiao with a female player with a strange face. It seemed that Chu Changge gave them this place.

After the two entered the house, they saw Gu Mian wearing a tuxedo. Xiao Qiao quickly pulled the person beside him to sit opposite the fortune teller.

Xiaotumaru sat down and glanced around Gu Mian, and then swept around the fortune teller: "The nicknames of both of you are green, they are profession nicknames. I heard that the nicknames will become like this after players have professions."

"What do you need?" Gu Mian smiled professionally.

Xiao Qiao immediately replied: "Papaya juice."

Gu Mian frowned, and Miss Qiao's head seemed to have been poisoned by something.

Xiaotuwan was not interested in caring about these things, so she looked at Gu Mian: "I want the same one."

There is no such thing on the menu. Then I will try it here. Anyway, these are not real customers.

Gu Mian thought about it and walked to the backstage, and Liu Ruyan was making drinks in the backstage.

At this time, the three female players had already started communicating.

The fortune teller took the lead in looking at Xiao Qiao and said, "Are you Qiao Chu? That female star."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xiao Qiao nodded seriously: "My name is Qiao Chu."

The fortune teller suddenly realized: "I didn't expect that I could even meet stars when I played this game..."

Although celebrities are no longer worth it.

Thinking of this, she continued to speak: "Did you two match the copy together?"

Hearing this, Little Tuwan browsed: "No...No..."

The pale face she saw after lifting the quilt last night belonged to the female star next to her. Fortunately, Xiao Qiao was not terrifying, otherwise she would have a sudden heart attack.

I remember that she had followed the trend and scolded Qiao Chu as a vase, but after seeing Xiao Qiao alone last night, she slightly changed her mind.

"At least it's a very brave vase."

At this time, Xiao Qiao had already finished teaching the story of last night with the fortune teller, and what they discovered during the day today - nothing was discovered.

The fortune teller reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking a little headache.

"You also saw that my game profession is a fortune teller, so I found this place without looking for clues. I used the spirit portal." She said as she looked at the dark blue spirit portal placed on the table.

Xiaotumaru spoke excitedly: "Then you should be able to tell how to survive in the dungeon, right?"

The fortune teller shook his head slightly: "No, in fact, my ability is not that strong. The fortune teller is not a prophet. I can only divine what has happened. If you ask me the lottery number next week, I will definitely not be able to answer; but if your mother is killed by someone, you don't know who the murderer is, maybe I can divine it for you."

When Xiaotuwan heard this, her face looked a little strange, and she always felt that the second metaphor was not right.

She leaned back: "Let's just say something about this copy..."

When she said this, her voice stopped abruptly.

The fortune teller looked at her strangely: "What's wrong?"

Xiaotumaru stared at the glass door behind the fortune teller: "I seemed to see... Wang Xin walked over?"