There are twelve locations, each stop symbolizing the various life styles of the residents in the city.

Collecting this information bit by bit, Su Mingan gradually realized that it seemed as if an unknown iceberg was hiding under the sea, and a surging tsunami could be set off at any time. It would suddenly erupt at some point and drown everything.

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The third last stop, Daoya No. 1 High School. Su Mingan met his class teacher Xia Jiawen.

Xia Jiawen was dressed up today, wearing a suit and ties, holding flowers in his hands, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and standing at the school gate. He didn't know who he was waiting for.

"Student Su, it turns out that you skipped class to do charity." Xia Jiawen saw the bread in Su Mingan's hand: "Do it well, the teacher will just forget that you don't ask for leave every day."

Su Mingan's eyes were frozen in the roses in Xia Jiawen's arms.

"Shh." Xia Jiawen waved his hand immediately: "Today is a very important day for me. Don't make a statement, it will ruin my good things."

Su Mingan looked at the school gate. In addition to the students playing basketball, there was also a tall female teacher standing. It seemed that Xia Jiawen was interested in her and specially held a rose at the school gate to wait for someone to get off work.

"Teacher Xia..." Su Mingan spoke.

"Go and go, don't stand here, light bulb." Xia Jiawen waved his hands repeatedly.

Su Mingan coughed and left with Li Mingyue. He would not remind Xia Jiawen that he could not wear shorts when confessing his love.

"—You haven't come to class these days. I'll organize all the cultural knowledge you lack into electronic documents and send it to you. Remember to read it, don't waste your studies!"

Xia Jiawen's voice came from behind.

Su Mingan waved his hand and continued to walk forward.

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【TE7·Perfect Pass-through Progress: 25%】

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At the second to last stop, in an abandoned library, Su Mingan met a blond young businessman who was flipping through books.

The blonde businessman did not pray for food like other residents, but stood quietly aside. Su Mingan approached and the blonde businessman spoke.

"Hey, are you a clergy?" The blonde businessman was carrying a bag and slim figure.

"Is there anything wrong?" Su Mingan responded.

"Oh, it's true. I have always envied you clergy. As long as you use the excuse of "serving the gods", you can do anything openly." said the blonde merchant.

"Are you okay?" Su Mingan repeated.

"It's okay. I'm a businessman, I just want to ask if you need to buy items. My complaints don't affect our transactions, doesn't it?" said the blonde businessman.

"What do you have?" Su Mingan asked.

"Letters, photos, books, diaries are all paper. Unlike other merchants, I am only happy to collect texts in the ruins. These words record the last attachment of the dead and injured. Before they starved to death, they might have left beautiful memories. I don't want these items to be weathered." said the blonde businessman.

"It sounds very nice, but it is actually picking up other people's relics to sell them for money." Su Ming'an said.

"Haha." The blonde businessman smiled. He wore a mask covering half of his face, only a pair of blue eyes were exposed. When he smiled, he could vaguely see the handsomeness of the lower half of his face: "So, this clergyman, do you want to trade with me? Any food, water, and medical items can be exchanged. Maybe the diary in my backpack has the information you need?"

Su Mingan listened to the tone of the blonde businessman and was a little alert: "Are you a god?"

His bet with the gods has begun, and any key person he meets may be the gods. The blonde businessman in front of him is not sure whether he is a key person, but it is definitely more important than the old grandpas, grandmas and others he met before.

"God?" The blonde businessman smiled unabashedly: "You want to identify me as a god?"

...

The blood-red prompt popped up at this moment, and the special effects were extremely scary.

[Do you identify the blonde businessman in front of you as a "god"?]

[Once the identification is determined, it cannot be changed.]

...

"No, I don't mean that." Su Mingan shook his head.

There are ten days in total, so there is no rush to identify directly. Perhaps someone who is more suspected to be a god has not appeared yet.

"I've asked for all your things," said Su Mingan.

The other party sold information. Even if Su Mingan didn't buy it, and a player behind him would probably still buy it if he met this merchant.

"Ah, my patron! I love you so much!" The blonde businessman wanted to hug Su Mingan hard, but was avoided by Su Mingan. Dust fell from the bookcases on both sides, and the heavy spine rolled on the ground. The merchant seemed to want to hug him, and Su Mingan directly punched the other party's chin.

"Your fist is so soft." The blonde businessman took a step back and was not angry: "Okay, then let's start trading right away."

He took off his backpack, and there were snowflake-like shredded paper, photo albums, diaries, and letters. They were all written items left by others.

...

[Pay "two pieces of blue-level and above equipment" to exchange for something from a blonde merchant.]

...

Su Mingan took out two pieces of blue-level equipment from his backpack. He had fought for a long time in the Battle of Dawn of the Ninth World and picked up a lot of blue-level and green-level quality equipment. After the transaction was completed, he walked out of the library with his backpack.

The blonde businessman stood in the library, looking at Su Ming'an's back, his eyes slightly moved.

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【TE7·Perfect Pass-through Progress: 30%】

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The last stop is the square in the center of the city.

As soon as the bright moon arrived, people with pale faces and thin skin immediately surrounded them. The white doves in the square flashed and swept past the ancient bell tower and old trees.

Su Mingan sat by the fountain, flipping through the things in his schoolbag to see if there was any useful information.

He took out one paper item after another:

A beautiful wedding photo with a date from several years ago written on it. The groom and the bride in the photo are smiling happily, and there is no special information.

A handwritten poster must have been posted on the street, with the words "A beautiful girl can exchange for four breads" and the transaction address and number are written below.

A letter that seemed to have been blown up and was covered in dark paper, with sloppy words on the letter: [Xiaoyong, your father's illness has been cured a lot recently, and your grandma's skills have been passed down. Now the whole family is very happy. Wait for you to come home. Come back as soon as possible, okay?]

A postcard with a roller coaster was torn apart by someone, with blood stains remaining: [Mom, where are you? Why didn’t you come back after you went out to find food yesterday? You come back every day. Mom, I heard bad people knocking on the door, and they seemed to be coming in...]

Su Mingan looked at it for a while and found that these were all relics abandoned in the ruins. When the things in his backpack were almost finished, he finally found one related to him.

...

A piece of paper that was torn to pieces:

[The white Chaoyan flower means the birth of a miracle, and the blessings of the world will be engraved in your soul forever. I wish you - life is bright, health and prosperity. For generations, eternal life.

Every generation, every generation.

Eternal life, eternal life.

Please let me find you, please let me wait for you.

The white bird will guide me, and the black bird will remember me. I would like to turn into a bird, pray for the day when the Supreme Spirit is established, and pray for the day when the miracle is born!

——O God, please give us forgiveness.

(Simple drawing: The little matchmaker holds a long sword and pierces a bird with a narrow tail feather)]

...

This note is handwriting beautifully. The writer should be a crazi person of the gods. Because of the mention of "Chao Yanhua", Su Mingan noticed this note.

...This simple stroke is interesting. A person is killing a bird. What does this imply?

Su Mingan thought for a moment, tidied up his schoolbag, sat by the fountain, and the spring water was flowing behind him. Li Mingyue was still distributing relief supplies, but he didn't say anything when he saw Su Mingan being lazy.

People come and go, and the speakers in the square play the daily news:

"Recently, the number of people who committed suicide by jumping off buildings has increased, and the Holy Allied Forces strongly condemns this behavior. Human life belongs to gods. If you commit suicide early and end your life, it is a great disrespect for fate, it is not conducive to the spread of positive emotions in society, and it violates national laws and regulations. Please cherish your life and refuse to commit suicide, and your life will become more and more happy..."

suicide?

Su Mingan thought about it and said that he had indeed heard a lot of news about jumping off a building and committing suicide. Recently, there were a lot of people who committed suicide. Perhaps people could not accept the end of the world and could not persist in living.

The radio is still playing soothing music: "Please cherish life and live actively. Please believe that life will become better and better..."

"Bang!"

A loud noise sounded loudly, and Su Mingan turned his head and saw that there was also a distribution area on the other side of the square, but tobacco was distributed there.

"——I don't have money to buy any tobacco, get out!"

A thin old man was pushed to the ground and scratched his head like a patient with an addiction: "Give me tobacco, give me tobacco... Please, please..."

However, the tobacco sold the man had no mercy and directly made up for it, so he asked the old man to get out of business and not hindered him from doing business.

Others took a detour to the elderly who were in pain. Even those who were wearing gold and silver did not go to help.

Most people wear thin and worn clothes, passing by like refugees, bowing their heads and hunching their backs, and they can't even have enough food and clothing, and their eyes are gone. Some people lower their heads and cough, with huge swollen bags on their bodies. Some people fall on the side of the road, staring at the begging change in the bowl, immersed in the dream made by tobacco, and salivating.

"Hehe, so happy, so happy..."

They rolled on the ground, hugging their incomplete bodies, and smiled happily in their spiritual happiness.
To be continued...