Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly - Chapter 199: Library of Wapeng

A few police officers turned their heads toward Er Gou.

Er Gou cursed under his breath, pulled a mask from his pocket to cover his face, and turned to run. The police were not about to let him escape easily and quickly chased after him.

Kanon covered her mouth in surprise—indeed, only a daughter could handle her father. If she had tried that herself, Er Gou might have already plunged a dagger into her chest.

“Let’s go, follow me.”

By the time the two women reached the red-light district, it was already night.

Xiao Xue looked at Kanon in amazement because her makeup skills were simply the best among all the sisters. Seeing Kanon’s high level of makeup skills, the other sisters also gathered around.

“Sister Kanon, can you do my makeup?”

“Mine too, can you help me with it?”

“Your makeup skills are too good!”

“Uh… everyone, don’t rush, one at a time.”

Just an hour after her arrival, Kanon had become someone like a hot celebrity, and Xiao Xue watched her curiously.

—Clearly, this girl is no ordinary dirty miner.

Xiao Xue pulled Kanon aside to a quieter spot.

“Kanon, tell me, who are you really?”

“I am just me.”

“You must be some kind of Young Lady, right?”

“I used to be, but now I’m a prostitute just like you.”

“I can hardly bear to let you go on the streets.” Xiao Xue said, “In a couple of days, a group of big shots will come here. The leader’s name is Da Luoshan, he’s the highest class citizen we can meet.”

“First class?”

“Yes, so I’ve decided to have you lead us in welcoming him, and I also hope you can train us in basic etiquette so we don’t embarrass ourselves. This is a good opportunity for us to bridge the social class gap.”

“I understand.”

Kanon nodded but did not quite agree with Xiao Xue’s words.

Class jumping wasn’t just about spreading one’s legs.

Once a man has had you, you’re of no value to him anymore—it’s the ones he can’t have that he cares about.

“By the way, can I make a phone call?”

“What do you need to do?”

“I have some personal issues to resolve. Can you help me?”

“Of course.” Xiao Xue said, “Our club’s boss is a second-class citizen, and he has access to a phone. You can use his ID to make a call. He won’t mind.”

“Thank you.”

Kanon breathed a sigh of relief.

Being here meant she was essentially free from Er Gou’s surveillance.

Gu Yi had once said that Er Gou’s influence was only within the casino and the dark street. Once out of his turf, Er Gou would be much more restrained.

Kanon checked the time; it was only 9:30 PM, with half an hour to go before their scheduled meeting time.

…

Dennis had earned enough leniency in his sentence to quit his job at the mine after receiving a sentence reduction and focused on exploring other places as instructed by Gu Yi.

“Why isn’t he monitoring Er Gou?”

“This undercover agent must be the least diligent one ever, right?”

On the barrage of comments, people were puzzled by Dennis’s idle behavior.

As Dennis wandered around the city, whenever he approached an off-limits area, police robots would promptly surround him, barring him from anything related to higher-class citizens.

“Really annoying.”

Dennis muttered curses under his breath as he approached the Wapeng City’s Library, holding the police station chief’s library card.

The library had five floors, and visitors needed to climb over fifty steps to reach the grand entrance. Two third-class citizens armed with cleaning tools tirelessly swept the tiles on the steps. Despite their hard work in any weather, they could only earn a month’s reduction in their sentence per hour of labor, hardly making a year’s reduction in a full day.

Dennis couldn’t afford to pity them; he ascended the steps quickly and pushed open the library’s main door.

A second-class citizen in uniform approached him, blocking his way with a less-than-pleasant attitude, “Is this your first visit?”

“Yes, what about it?”

“Still asking what’s about it?” The second-class citizen pointed towards a distant passageway, “That entrance is for visitors, you need to use the staff entrance. Didn’t your onboarding training tell you?”

“I’m not here to work, I came to borrow books.”

“To borrow books? Where’s your library card?”

“Right here.”

Dennis took out the library card.

The second-class citizen took the card and briefly checked the citizen ID on it.

Shortly after, a service robot approached. It extended its probe to inspect the library card to verify its authenticity. Meanwhile, the second-class citizen noted down the ID from the card and, in front of Dennis, called the police station chief to confirm the situation.

Other visitors did not have to undergo such complicated procedures.

They simply presented their library cards to the service robot for a quick scan, and then they could freely browse through the library. Only Dennis was detained at the entrance, unable to proceed.

After a full ten minutes, the second-class citizen finally returned the library card to Dennis.

“Alright, you can go in now. However, since you’re borrowing this card, you can only read the books inside the library; you don’t have the right to take any books out. Understand?”

“I understand.”

“Go ahead then.”

“Thank you.”

Dennis nodded and walked into the library.

As everyone saw Dennis clad in coarse clothing, they showed disdainful expressions, and some even mocked him openly from behind.

“Third-class citizen? Can he even read?”

“Hmph.”

Dennis scoffed coldly, unwilling to engage with these contemptuous folks.

He moved among the various bookshelves, finding the books mostly obscure and difficult to comprehend. He recognized all the words, but when combined, he couldn’t understand them at all.

He was on the third floor of the library.

The books here were too specialized; without a complete knowledge base, they indeed were hard to understand.

Dennis decided to stop flipping through books and instead observed the other readers.

About seventy percent of the readers were second-class citizens, all working or studying with computers in the library. The remaining were first-class citizens, whose reading material appeared even more obscure.

Third-class citizens, all in uniform gray outfits, performed simple cleaning tasks. The librarians were at least second-class citizens because the educational level of third-class citizens was not high, and letting them organize books would only create more disorder.

Dennis pondered for a moment.

Here, the citizens were all so-called higher-class, and he was just a third-class citizen. Just because they could read here didn’t mean he could too.

Could it be…

In this world, do lower-class citizens not have any literary works available for them to read?

Dennis shook his head and walked downstairs, heading towards the ground floor.

On the first floor, the scene was completely different.