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  The man in the suit already had an unpleasant look on his face, but he still suppressed his anger and asked with a grim expression, "How do you prove it?"

  The woman with the ponytail retorted sharply, "That's your problem to solve."

  Meeting up at the equipment repair ter had been prearranged.

  As one of the key locations emphasized by the NPC, it must hide some clues.

  Correspondingly, there were also unknown risks lurking here.

  The man in the suit and the man in the baseball cap clearly didn’t want to take that risk, which is why they only appeared after everyone else came out.

  Even Zhou Taifu had realized this by now.

  The way everyone looked at the man in the suit and his panion gradually turned cold.

  The man in the suit waved his hand toward the group, signaling for them not to worry, and then patted the baseball cap guy on the shoulder, asking him to expin why they were te.

  He kindly added that if anything was missed, he would fill in the gaps.

  The man in the baseball cap pulled at the brim of his hat and began speaking in an unfriendly tone.

  While they were searg for clues ieag building, they had entered the school’s academic director.

  The director had a brief versation with them and then informed them t their equipment.

  Later, they were to head to the rge music oh floor of Building C.

  There was a rehearsal there today.

  "Was there a specific time?" the woman with the ponytail asked.

  The man in the baseball cap g his wristwatch, "No, she said that after we found you, we should ght there."

  And so, the group, led by the man in the baseball cap, skipped lund headed towards Building C.

  Along the way, they exged the information they had gathered.

  But as Jiang g had said, no valuable intelligence came up.

  It was less of an information exge and more of a sharing of their experiences in the nightmare.

  "Doctor," the fatty leaoward Jiang g and whispered, "doesn’t this feel like one of those film analysis csses the teachers arranged when we were in school?"

  He swallowed and tinued, "I remember that after every movie, the homework for the day would include an 800-word review. You had to write it, no exceptions."

  Jiang g thought for a moment and replied, "We had that too, but once our homeroom teacher actally opened her C drive and pyed the wrong movie. After that, all film analysis csses were celed at the school."

  The fatty: "..."

  "ht," Zhou Taifu, alking at the back, suddenly joihe versation, "what do you all do in the real world? Si’s fate that brought us together, why not make some friends?"

  The fatty g him relutly, "What do you do?"

  "My name is Zhou Taifu, I’m a somewhat well-known jeweler," he said, fiddling with the few strands of hair on his head, trying to appear more formal. "Some of you must have heard of my name."

  It was obvious that Zhou Taifu lived a pampered life iy.

  He also took great pride in his status ah in the real world.

  Since Zhou Taifu had brought it up, everyo along with the versation.

  The man in the baseball cap gave a half-hearted introdu, calling himself Luo Yi and g to oermarket.

  The man in the suit was named Zhen Jianreedly w at a well-known w firm. Despite his young age, he had already made partner.

  Upon hearing the man in the suit's he fatty was stunned for a moment.

  Jiang g also let out an "Hmm?"

  "Doctor," the fatty looked at Jiang g and whispered, "be ho, did something e to mind?"

  "What are you two whispering about?" Zhen Jianren asked.

  "Nothing," Jiang g quickly expined, "Brother Jianren, don’t get the wrong idea. I just think your mom gave you a really great name."

  The woman with the ponytail couldn’t hold bad ughed. She found Jiang g more and more iing.

  "What’s your name?" she asked Jiang g, intrigued. "What do you do?"

  Though she wasn't particurly stunning, she had a unique air of charisma that ordinary women couldn't pare to.

  "My name is Hao Shuai," Jiang g answered holy. "You just call me by my name, or feel free to call me 'handsome.' I’m a professional male model, currently w with the elite group at Die Lian Hua KTV nightclub."

  The fatty: "..."

  "A model?" the ponytail woman asked, being even more ied. Propping her on one hand, she teased, "One of those who makes a living off their looks?"

  "No," Jiang g replied righteously, "I also rely on physical strength and the affe of the dies."

  TL: Short Chapter?

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