Chu Changge, holding a watch he'd somehow acquired, said, "Mr. Green said an inspector would patrol the instance every hour. If they spot Gu Mian, it could be troublesome. Although they can't directly teleport players out of the instance, their aid in our mission would surely shorten our time spent inside."
"We don't know when the last inspector showed up, so we need to find the clown mask as soon as possible. Let's set the tasks aside for now…" Chu Changge said this while looking at Fatty, who was determinedly digging through a trash pile not far away.
Fatty was searching for the "talking garbage." The dark, shadowy demon on the tower had somehow approached the edge of the platform and was anxiously watching Fatty dig through the trash.
Sensing Chu Changge's gaze, the demon turned its head, its expression still full of hope, as if to say, "Hurry up, find some trash, and get this thing off my platform!"
Chu Changge looked away. "No need to worry about Gu Mian."
