I saw the conductor's hand suddenly retracted as if he was electrocuted.
Gu Mian: "..."
This movement naturally attracted the attention of the team stationed not far away, and several people standing against the wall looked over.
Gu Mian's hand was still raised in the air, but he didn't receive anything, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
The uncle who was in front of Gu Mian was taking the dungeon ticket and preparing to enter the dungeon with a grimace. But before he could enter, he heard the conductor roar and he was looking this way in confusion.
The people lining up behind Gu Mian also craned their necks, their faces full of confusion.
"You should give me your ticket." Gu Mian lowered his voice, like a villain discussing a treacherous plot in a dark corner.
When the fat man saw the conductor, he was startled for a moment, and then his whole head shook like a rattle.
"Then do you want to give me tickets to the event directly?" Gu Mian's voice became even lower at this time.
The conductor paused after hearing this, and then shook his head stubbornly.
Everyone is staring here.
They didn't understand why the conductor's face, which was full of happiness just now, suddenly changed into a sad and sad one.
The person at the front of the queue seemed to be still talking to the conductor. Every time he said something, the conductor behind the window looked more sad.
Gu Mian discussed with the conductor: "Then give me a ticket to enter the difficult dungeon."
The person behind the window still shook his head stubbornly.
"Then just give me the event tickets."
The head shook even more violently.
Gu Mian: "..."
In the past, he had encountered conductors who were unwilling to issue tickets, but every time Gu Mian would use a chainsaw to reason with them, and finally got the duplicate tickets as he wished.
However, there was still a group of people standing here with guns raised, and Gu Mian felt that this was not a good time to reason.
The conductor behind the window obviously also believed that there were troops here and Gu Mian did not dare to do anything, so his stance was particularly firm.
"Perhaps there should be another solution."
Gu Mian was thinking as she looked at the conductor in front of her: "Did you know that the army will leave after the event?"
When he said this, he paused: "And I'm still here. If you don't give me a ticket, then I will..."
A minute later, Gu Mian walked out with three tickets for the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival.
The others looked at Gu Mian with some surprise as he left directly. A few of them whispered to each other and looked at him with malicious eyes.
There was a young man at the end of the line who even reached out and grabbed him.
Noticing the young man's movements, the military team not far away stared here. They were here to maintain order, but now the young man's movements seemed a bit dangerous.
"Don't... don't misunderstand..." Seeing that he had attracted the attention of the army, the young man quickly waved his hand and explained: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask... just ask..."
As he stammered in explanation, he let go of Gu Mian's hand.
The faces of several people in military uniforms not far away relaxed a little.
The young man swallowed and then asked: "Brother, I think the conductor just gave you the event ticket directly, right?"
The event admission ticket is bright red and very conspicuous. It is completely different from the duplicate ticket, so you can recognize it at a glance.
When the conductor gave the ticket just now, he held it up high, for fear that others wouldn't know that he was giving Gu Mian an event ticket.
Probably he was still very dissatisfied, so he went out of his way to create a wave of hatred for Gu Mian.
Gu Mian looked at the embarrassed young man in front of her: "You gave it to me directly."
The young man didn't seem to expect that Gu Mian would admit it so readily. He was stunned for a while before he realized: "Then...why? Why did he give you the ticket directly?"
This young man has a big mole in the middle of his nose, which makes him look a little happy.
Gu Mian smiled and showed her white teeth: "Come here and I'll tell you in a low voice."
The young man hesitantly leaned over.
Five minutes later, the ticket seller received players one after another, but there was no smile on his face anymore.
He sighed slightly, and then realized that the next player had already arrived.
The conductor raised his head and carefully looked at the players in front of him. Now before he spoke, he always looked up to see who was in front of him.
He saw that this was just an ordinary young man, except that he had a funny black mole in the middle of his nose.
The conductor lowered his head again, and then said what he had said countless times:
"If you want to get event tickets, you must clear a high-difficulty dungeon. I will open a high-difficulty dungeon for you first..."
But before he finished speaking, he noticed that the person in front of him seemed to have bent down.
Before he could react, he heard a low, trembling voice above his head: "If you...if you don't give me the ticket, I will knock your head off with a brick."
Happy days always pass very quickly.
After Gu Mian and the others finally got the tickets for the event, they returned to the rented hotel. They didn't plan to enter the dungeon these days and were just waiting for the event.
During this period, Fatty would unexpectedly pat Gu Mian every day.
But several people never saw that pale face again.
Tomorrow is the day when the event starts.
At this time, the fat man was sorting his things: "Speaking of which, since this activity is carried out directly in reality, then if you die in the activity, is it really dead?"
If you die in the dungeon, you will lose attributes, equipment, and money. If you die in the event, you will really lose your life.
Thinking of this, his face turned a little pale.
Gu Mian didn't care. No matter where he died, he would really die.
"This is the world's first large-scale event, so it's hard to say whether we will die or not." Chu Changge pushed up his glasses: "But there is a high probability that he will die."
After hearing this, the fat man felt very hurt: "Is the injury really hurt? Now, being disabled in this situation is basically equivalent to death."
Chu Changge nodded: "And I guess there is a high probability of bloodshed in this event. I am talking about bloodshed between players. If there is no military suppression, the situation may be worse."
"We won't bleed too, right?" The fat man frowned.
"It's hard to say," Chu Changge said as he turned his head and looked out the window: "But what is certain is that we have been targeted."
There are several suspicious figures outside the window, looking up at this side.
