Welcome Back To the World Game

At this time, it seems that it is still in the initial state, and he still cannot move.

I could only smell the smell of disinfectant from the hospital and the soft touch of the sheets that gradually became clear.

The voice sounded on the right, a male voice, and after saying that sentence, there were steady footsteps.

The sound of footsteps was gradually moving away.

There was only the tick of the clock left in my ears, and it sounded in a quiet room. With the smell of disinfectant, it sounded a kind of silent horror.

Then, the system prompts to arrive on time:

【Welcome all players to the sixth world!】

【World Name: Baisha Paradise】

[Basic tasks for all players: Survive, live to the fifth day]

[Player's personal advanced task: (determined according to the role the player plays, is being issued...)]

【Perfect Clearance: Discover the secrets after Baisha Paradise. 】

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"Ding dong!"

[The task of those in power: to ensure the survival of the NPC "Yangxia". 】

[Task reward: Advanced status of "powerful person". 】

[Punishment for mission failure: The status of "powerful" is restored to the basic official period. 】

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[In the sixth world, the san value (sanity value) setting has been added. 】

[Please note: The san value is closely related to the player's mental state. If it is too high or too low, different events will be triggered, which will affect the final ending route of this world plot! 】

[Players should always pay attention to the changes in the san value. 】

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At the same time, in front of the pitch-black field of vision, in addition to the green health bar and the blue mana bar, an orange long bar slowly appeared.

Unlike the two strips, the orange in this strip seems to move. When looking at it, it feels like it is slowly flowing.

At this point, the value on the orange bar is exactly 80100.

The full value is 100, while Su Mingan's san value at this time is 80.

The bullet screen interface in the upper right corner also starts to scroll at the same time:

【First!】

【I'm coming!】

[There are very few people participating in this dungeon... Are you still scared by the last world? 】

[I think I was mainly frightened by the keywords of the sixth world announced by Su Mingan on the forum...]

[Alienation, madness, endless hell... are really not good words. 】

[Indeed, I was ready to end, and I was abruptly scared back by this notice. 】

[Those who dare to end in this world are warriors...]

[Why does Su Mingan even know the information about the next world? What is his identity? Why are there so many privileges? 】

[It is suggested that the identity name be changed to: "The sponsor's own son", funny.jpg]

[Preferential treatment has more to do with you, so don't put this lemon on yourself, nmsl]

【…】

With the surging of the barrage, Su Mingan turned on the daily automatic shielding mode.

He had learned before that the san value means the sanity value, which is similar to the situation explained by the system and is closely related to his mental state.

Therefore, he specially went to Minghui for more than a day to adjust his spirit to the best state.

Now it seems that the spirit is not bad, and it can actually reach the value of 80.

The control of his body was gradually returning to the cage, and when he was finally able to open his eyes, he first saw a gray ceiling.

In the pale square, the incandescent lamp lit a dazzling light, and he closed his eyes slightly again.

...Wait, the view is wrong.

At least it's not the same as normal.

He opened his eyes again, and clearly saw the faintly existing dark corners around his field of vision.

It was as if the edges of the eyeballs had been smeared with a layer of black, and the edges of the picture I was looking at were blurry, leaving only the center circle for normal vision.

Just like the vision of a nuclear flashlight in a horror game, the circle in the center is clear, but the surrounding area seems to be covered by black fog.

And just as he closed and opened his eyes like this, the incandescent lamp that had been stable suddenly flickered for a moment strangely.

"Hey, blah, blah—"

Accompanied by a strange explosion sound, the vision in front of him turned black and white, and when the light was dark, he seemed to vaguely see a blood-red shadow.

He was about to take a closer look when, in the blink of an eye, the light came on again.

...everything as if nothing had happened.

He waited for a while, and finally waited until his body's consciousness fully recovered, and then slowly sat up.

He looked towards the room.

The room is very small, and the living space is squeezed extremely narrow by the gray and white walls. In addition to the bed under him, there is a wooden table, a chair, and a small wardrobe next to it.

The clock on the wall ticked and rang through the small room.

The hour hand now points to 1, and if he guesses correctly, it is one o'clock in the morning. Still, it's not impossible at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Simple and unadorned furniture is quietly pressed to the ground, leaving an extremely narrow path.

Other than that, nothing.

There was no trace of the person who spoke, only a small door was closed quietly, and there was no gap under the door, and nothing could be seen outside.

He looked up and saw a window on the wall.

The pane was pitch-black, and there was no light outside, but when he looked over, it seemed like a twisted black line spread out from the pane, and the branches and leaves grew desperately, as if a shadow had drilled in from the outside.

But when he next blinked, the twisted black line suddenly disappeared.

As if nothing had happened.

... Really hell.

He stretched out his hand and saw a pair of hands that were almost bony.

Under the pale light, the hand was almost transparent, with countless pinholes on the back of the hand, and a huge hole along the upper arm of the right arm, spreading all the way to the back of the hand, and the scar looked very hideous.

He lifted the sheet, and as expected, he saw a blue and white striped hospital gown. Under the hospital gown was an extremely thin body. The wide clothes were wrapped around him like a huge sack for him. .

He suddenly felt a lot of pain in his thigh. The pain didn't just appear, it seemed to have always existed, but as he continued to strengthen his body control, he gradually realized the constant pain.

After thinking for a moment, he closed the live broadcast room, and then pulled his pants open.

He saw a line of crimson words carved on his thighs.

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[Don't let them hear. 】

...

The wound hadn't healed yet, and the mark he had drawn was still very clear. Along with the pain, he blocked the writing, and the situation became more and more strange.

……"them".

"Who are they?

Don't let "them" hear what?

This information is so crucial that the original body directly endured great pain and engraved it on his body, so that he could see it at the first time, instead of writing it on some notebook next to it.

He restarted the live broadcast, thought, and slowly got out of bed.

He put on his slippers and stepped on the floor, his steps sagging.

The floor suddenly made a twisted "squeak--" sound.

The voice was extremely strange, like a man crying in a very high tone.

He frowned.

... Anyway, let's take a look at the appearance first.

Appearance is a very important thing, and sometimes it can help him determine his current identity.

He called out the system mirror and looked at the mirror.

He met a pair of dead water eyes.

It seems that the emotions inside have been completely buried, leaving only a dark stagnant water. When looking at the pair of eyes in the mirror, he seemed to see the silent tombstone in the bottom of his eyes.

The face of this body is pale, the outline of the face is extremely thin, the flesh is not obvious at all, and the color of the lips is very light. Attract attention.

...a very decadent and beautiful face.

Although it feels too weak.

He doesn't look very old, about seventeen or eighteen.

And when he looked at the person in the mirror, he suddenly saw that he was smiling.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of his mouth, making sure he didn't smile.

……baffling.

He turned the system mirror off.

Walking on the creaking floor to the table, he saw a worn notebook lying on the yellowed table.

[You found the item (**'s diary), do you start reconnaissance? (Clues obtained by reconnaissance are related to spirit and wisdom)]

... There is no diary to indicate whose name, the name in front of the item's name seems to be deliberately obscured, and no information is provided.

Su Mingan opened the diary.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that something was moving at the edge of the pitch-black field of vision.

He turned back quickly, but it was still the wall, nothing unusual.

The plaster seemed to come off at any moment, and the room looked extremely old, as if it had been through the years.

When looking at the wall, he seemed to feel that the ordinary white wall also had eyes, staring at him in silence.

He turned around and opened the notebook.

【……I'm dying. 】

The first thing I saw was a line of bright red words, like it was written in blood.

He continued to look down, and saw that the bright red handwriting seemed to have been smeared by hand, and he pulled the blood-like handwriting under the page, blurring the other words.

When he turned to the next page, he saw a line of descriptions:

[...I've been here for a long, long time. 】

[But no one, no one, can really...]

[I look down and see the abyss. So, I jumped down, into the abyss. 】

[My tombstone is left on the cliff, and no one knows the tombstone. 】

[My goal has been achieved. 】

【For...I accepted the experiment...】

As the initial key props notebook, it can always be pasted at the critical moment, like a riddleman for you to guess while watching.

Su Mingan turned several pages and they were all blank. He simply put up the notebook and turned the pages quickly.

The paper was swiped page by page, and the period was either blank or all kinds of words he couldn't understand, like ghosts, but the system didn't give any hints, so he couldn't be like the diary he admired back then. get translated.

Until the end, the paper reaches the last page.

It comes up with a paragraph that has absolutely nothing to do with the previous text.

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[Despair spreads across the world. 】

[Despair pollutes life. 】

[Despair cannot be suppressed. 】

[It's crazy, frenetic, boiling, and unstoppable. 】

[I looked up and saw the boundless ocean, there was no halo on the sea, and there was no light in front of me. 】

[Dead skins, wandering ghosts, we are parasitic here, like a dead seedling looking down for a little space to survive, like a fish in stagnant water thirsting for the last bit of air. 】

[So desperately struggling, humble, we who want to live. 】

【Is it possible……】

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[*You got the clue one (**'s diary)]

[Clue One **'s diary:

[He is talented and capable, but he chooses to draw the dungeon as a prison at his most glorious moment, struggling repeatedly at the intersection of life and death. 】

[As a result, he became a downright weakling, willing to be a degenerate skin and a harlequin in the eyes of others. 】

[He is in a dire situation, he is on the verge of an abyss. 】

[He looks down and sees the abyss, so he jumps down and into the abyss. 】

[His tombstone was left on the cliff, which no one knows about. 】

[——And the people who saw him afterward saw him, and he was still dazzling. ]]

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【Activate Identity Task **】

[Identity task: Find your name.

The real name is very precious to everyone. 】

...

He tried to put the notebook into the backpack, but suddenly found that it couldn't go in.

At this time, a system message popped up:

[This copy is not allowed to put items into the backpack at will. 】

[The temporary item bar has been opened. 】

[You can put certain items into the temporary inventory and take them away. 】

[In some routes, the temporary item bar must carry certain items, otherwise the route will be offset. 】

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At the same time, an item bar appeared directly below the field of vision.

There are three grids in between, which means he can carry three items.

He dragged the notebook into the tool bar, occupying a grid. And other tables and chairs, because they are not "specific items", cannot be put in.

He continued his search and went to open the drawer of the desk, but when he opened it, it was empty.

He found that there was still room under the table stand, and when he bent down and looked down, there was still nothing underneath.

And when he was bending over, he heard a "squeak--".

He straightened up and saw that the drawer that had just been closed was opened again unconsciously.

He pushed the drawer back and looked at the last clue spot in the room.

wardrobe.

The wardrobe is not big, but it can almost accommodate one person, and it is airtight at this time.

He put one hand on the handle of the wardrobe, the other hand was brewing, and if something suddenly popped out of the wardrobe, he could fight back.

In the vigilant sight, when he exerted force, the one-sided cabinet door was quickly opened by him~www.wuxiaspot.com~squeak-"

The pale light poured in in an instant, illuminating the space inside.

The stacked hospital gowns made the monotonous blue and white mixed together, like layers of rags.

... no attack.

He opened the clothes one by one and checked for writing on them.

And when he turned to the bottom one, he saw a snow-like white.

It was a white coat, a doctor's clothing.

[Specific items detected that can be carried]

He dragged the white coat into the props bar, and then suddenly heard a gust of wind.

It's like the wind is not the wind, it's like something rustling in the ear. He felt a little cold on the back of his neck, like someone suddenly took a breath.

He turned around and saw the drawer that was suddenly pulled open again.

"..."

This drawer seems to have a mind of its own.

He turned around again, wanting to look again to see if there was anything else in the closet.

... but saw the open wardrobe door, now completely closed.

It closed silently, not even the wind or sound of the cabinet door moving, as if it had never been opened.

The yellow wardrobe was reflecting light, and the projection of his standing could be vaguely seen.

The scorching light was strangely mixed with the blurred projection, and the pale light splashed back into his eyes.

He closed his eyes.

Behind him, the sound of the wooden door being quietly pushed open was particularly harsh in the silence.

...

[Don't let them hear. 】

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[Current san value: 70]

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