Several suspicious figures often wandered downstairs, and Gu Mian noticed that those people had been hanging around for several days.
They even set up a tent directly downstairs. Whenever Gu Mian and the others went out, they looked at them with a hidden look.
It seems as if they are judging whether they are ready to make a move or not.
But Hengdian is still a legal society for the time being, and even though a few people downstairs in the hotel often look like dogs seeing meat buns, they don't dare to do anything out of the ordinary.
A small group of troops would patrol the area every once in a while, and there was a military camp stationed not far away, so there were no riots for the time being.
"I'm sure there are very capable players here, but they haven't shown up yet." Chu Changge looked at the tent area outside the window: "Now is not a good time to show up. Too much publicity before the event starts will only be criticized from many sides."
The forces are keeping an eye on it.”
The fat man nodded: "I understand this. I read that the protagonists in novels pretend that they have no ability, and then pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. They show off in some trial and others are shocked and shout, 'This guy is so scary.'
"
The fat man thought for a while and then added: "And in novels, the men who seem to be awesome at the beginning are usually the villains, and they are the kind who are beaten up by the protagonist and die miserably in the end..."
When he said this, the fat man shut up.
Because he suddenly discovered that the description of the villains was a vivid reflection of Gu Mian.
Fatty: "..."
While he was silent, he glanced at the tent area below: "Isn't there really any protagonist in this tent area?"
"We don't know who is in the tent area yet," Chu Changge said, "but what is certain is that someone must be scolding us in their hearts."
The fat man looked at Chu Changge in surprise.
He thought he would never hear the word "shabi" in Chu Changge's mouth.
But the facts proved that he was wrong. Chu Changge not only knew how to say "shabi", but he also said it without any psychological pressure.
"We act very openly, and we should have attracted the attention of many people by now. I guess those who have not shown their heads are thinking that we are careless." Chu Changge also looked out the window.
The fat man pursed his lips: "This is exactly the behavior of the villains in the novel..."
Although the hero looks very powerful with great fanfare, he will be crushed by the real protagonist in the end to show the protagonist's domineering spirit.
Although this place looks peaceful, there is a turbulent undercurrent behind the scenes.
People maintain peaceful relations on the surface, but in their hearts they don't know what they are thinking of to deceive each other.
Although the actions of Gu Mian and others made many people have other thoughts, at least these people didn't show anything on the surface and looked very indifferent.
"If I had known, we would have bought a tent and put up a tent to live under." Thinking of tomorrow's activities, the fat man was a little surprised: "In that case, those insidious villains won't notice."
Fatty's ability to recognize people is not very good, and he can't tell which of the people below are interested in them.
Gu Mian lay on the window sill and looked down: "I just like to see them obviously envious and jealous but pretending not to care at all."
Fatty: "...Look, is this what people say?"
Several people were sitting next to the tent facing their window. They would often look up at the window of Gu Mian's room.
At this moment, there happened to be a man who very skillfully raised his head slightly and glanced sideways to take a peek, but he happened to meet Gu Mian's eyes by the window.
The man immediately lowered his head in panic, as if he had been caught doing something bad.
He patted his trouser legs with his hand to hide his sight.
It was noon at this time, the weather was quite sunny, and the temperature was not too low.
But the man patting his trouser legs broke out in a cold sweat.
He noticed that after he hurriedly lowered his head, the doctor next to the window not only did not change his gaze, but instead stared at him more intensely.
The sight was like two shards of ice, which made his scalp hurt from the cold.
The man stared closely at the stone ground at his feet. The ground under his feet was paved with red stone bricks. There was a gap of less than a centimeter between the stone bricks, and green weeds grew out of it.
He didn't dare to look up anymore, he just stared at the weed, tilting his head slightly to look at the window above with his peripheral vision.
When his peripheral vision touched the window above, the man's breath suddenly suffocated again.
He saw the doctor above still staring at him with his face extended, and he seemed to have encountered this feeling there before.
His mind went blank for a while, and the man suddenly remembered where he had encountered this feeling.
"In the dungeon... this is the feeling when being stared at by ghosts..."
Thinking of this, he shuddered violently, then shrank his neck again, and finally forced himself back to the tent as if he couldn't bear it anymore.
After returning to the tent, the man breathed a sigh of relief: "I have never seen such a person before. It's best to talk to the boss. I feel like he's not easy to mess with..."
The fat man watched a man return to the tent who was stared at by Gu Mian next to the window. He couldn't help but feel a little strange: "Doctor, do you think there is something wrong with this person when you stare at him like this?"
He also discovered that this man was abnormal.
Would ordinary people be so frightened by being stared at like this?
Fatty thought as he shouldered the blame for this special item that could attract hatred. Fatty finally took it on his back. He probably wanted to be a tank that would be ridiculed in the team.
However, the professional positioning of Gu Mian's three-person team has never been accurate.
The wet nurse is outputting like crazy.
The tank ducked behind the line.
Gu Mian felt that if Chu Changge chose a profession, he should be a mage. According to her and Fatty's professional rules, if Chu Changge was a mage, he should be better at melee combat or cutting into the back row.
But now is not the time to discuss gaming careers.
Gu Mian withdrew her gaze: "Did you see the tent the man entered? There should have been five people inside, five men."
"Five men living in one tent?" The fat man frowned.
Chu Changge said: "This is actually normal. Most players are in this situation. They lack game currency. If several people live outside, they buy a tent together. Basically, four to six people live in a tent."
When he said this, he paused for a while: "So don't think that these people below are abnormal."
In other words, it was actually Gu Mian and the three of them who were abnormal.
Gu Mian then spoke: "Those five men set up the tent here a few days ago. They were here the day after we got the tickets for the event."
At this time, the other four men in the tent seemed to have gone to the dungeon, leaving one to guard the house.
Chu Changge pushed up his glasses: "In the past few days we have lived here, we have more than just this tent."
As he spoke, he pointed in several directions: "The first one due south, the third one, the fifth one, the third one south-east, the sixth one..."
The fat man stared dumbfounded at the direction pointed out by Chu Changge: "There are so many more, and they are all coming towards us? And how do you remember them?"
The tents underneath were so densely packed that it was hard to tell where there were a few extra tents.
Gu Mian patted the fat man on the shoulder: "After all, he is a player with outstanding mental attributes. Of course he has a good memory."
Chu Changge then spoke: "There should be some who just happened to pitch their tents here, but most of them came to us. It's just that three event tickets may not attract so many people. Event admission
Although tickets are rare, they are not rare..."
Gu Mian touched his chin and answered: "It is rare to be able to stay in a hotel that costs 100 game coins a day for more than ten consecutive days."
