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   Chapter 221 Chapter 218 · "Do you know what's wrong?"

  【No. 27·Student File·Rocker】

  【The crime is poor. 】

  …

   Before Su Mingan could take a closer look, the file flowed into his clue column like a streamer.

   seems to be not too short, he will look at it after he is ready.

  Because the weirdo on the podium started talking.

  The weirdo stood on the podium and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hug them.

   "My dear children," said the eccentric.

  The players looked alert and tensed.

   "—you are rebellious children."

  The eccentric said, his tone rose.

   A halo circulated on his body, and the white bandage seemed to sparkle.

   "Your parents, sent you to this piece of paradise for correction - you need to become good obedient children and become our "excellent students"."

   "In this way, you who have grown up successfully are our future."

   "Be obedient, receive treatment, work hard to correct it, and then - grow into a good obedient boy!"

  The eccentric said, his whole body seemed to be bathed in clear light.

   At the same time, the system prompt rang in the ears of every player:

  【The sixth copy, Baisha Paradise, officially opened. 】

  【“Victims of the times, increasingly shadowy figures, and mediocre skins that cannot be resisted.”

  "—they say, we are the future of society."]

  …

  【Please do your best to escape this endless hell. 】

  …

   "Today is your first day here." The weirdo said and clapped his hands: "From today, you have to start studying hard to become the adults in your dreams."

"Opening the cabinet of the table, the first thing we learn is to finish copying the rules and regulations about Baisha Paradise within an hour. There are no rules, no circle. Since you have become our students, you must abide by the rules here... …”

   Beside the table, there is indeed a cabinet.

  Su Ming'an opened the drawer and saw a thin notebook, a stack of writing paper, and a signature pen full of ink.

  Other players also saw the prompt "according to the NPC rules" in the system. No one did anything out of the ordinary. Even the "first player" who pretended to be very obedient took out things at this time.

"Timing begins."

   said the eccentric, standing aside as if to wait for them to finish.

   The hands of the clock on the wall moved faithfully, and it was half past six in the morning.

  The barrage is still being discussed, and he looks much happier than him.

  【I will be laughed to death by the clown in the copy sooner or later. 】

  【Hahahaha actually met the real master, how embarrassing this is...】

  【Brother Meng, has anyone found out which live broadcast room the fake is in? Let's join forces to punch him!]

  【I didn't find it... Maybe that guy didn't live broadcast, he would be sprayed to death if he did. 】

  【Life is like a play, play is like life, it is so...】

   [Speaking of which, from what I have seen along the way, is Brother Ming An like that? Why do I think that person is so bad, I really want to hit him...]

  【The first player is invisible, how can it be imitated by mortals of my generation, and others are just emulation. 】

   [Indeed, that person looked embarrassed, and he didn't know whether the players present were blind or what happened, but he actually believed it. 】

   [It's still my brother Ming An who pretended not to show any traces, it was natural. 】

  【The main family is the real cow ratio...】

  【Mainly Lin Jiang stupid. 】

   [Indeed, Lin Jiang is stupid, I can't see it +1]

  【+2】

  【It's not necessary to say that Lin Jiang is stupid...】

   [Sit and wait for the horse to fall, Lord is really amused. 】

  【…】

  Su Ming'an picked up the pen and opened the notebook with strict rules.

   As soon as he opened it, he felt dizzy.

The san value of   70 fluctuated like crazy. As long as he fixed his eyes on the notebook and started to read those words, he felt dizziness rising continuously, and the dark corners of his vision continued to expand.

   The text written on the pale paper is not the language of any country, and there is no translation, but a line of text like ghosts and characters. Just looking at it makes people feel dizzy.

  He looked up and saw that others had similar symptoms. Some people couldn't write, some looked ugly, and even the "first player" didn't seem to be doing well.

   He retracted his gaze, looked at the words again, and suddenly heard a murmur.

   The voice is ethereal and neutral, like someone talking to his ear, he understands the meaning when he hears it, but after a while he forgets it, leaving only an empty echoing sound.

   "Tick, tick..."

   There seemed to be the sound of water behind him, he coughed, pulled his eyes away from the ghost painting talisman, and looked back.

   He saw a blood-colored figure standing in the center of the vision that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze.

   A red dance dress and jet-black hair, the figure flashed by, and soon disappeared in front of his eyes again.

   And in the upper left corner of the field of vision, the orange-yellow san value has dropped to 65.

  Su Mingan blinked and suddenly noticed that Lin Jiang behind him was writing quickly, as if he was not affected at all.

  ...Lin Jiang was not affected.

   Then, the difference between Lin Jiang and himself is...

   He held the pen and started switching states.

   After reading the article for five seconds, the "shadow" state instantly increased.

The    high mental point changed instantly, and the next moment, he found that his vision was much clearer, and the air that seemed to be boiled before his eyes calmed down.

   He took the pen and started copying according to the pattern of the ghost-drawn talisman.

  He had spare power and was not affected. Extreme points are extremely dominant in this situation, and very few players have higher mental points than his current state.

   The hour hand gradually points to the number seven, and half an hour has passed.

   The strange man in the white coat has been standing quietly in the shadow of the corner of the classroom, frozen and motionless, like a white statue.

  Su Ming'an even had enough time to see the situation of other players.

   Upon looking at it, he found that the others seemed to be struggling.

  Most people were ashen-faced and their eyes were dull. Many people even chose to put down their pens and leaned back on the soft chairs to close their eyes.

   "Boom!"

  Suddenly, a player fell on the table, making a huge vibration, and he seemed to faint.

   The other twenty-nine people all looked in that direction.

   At this time, the weirdo also slowly walked over.

   He stretched out his hand and stroked the player's head, as if judging something.

   "He's a bad boy."

   said the eccentric.

"He was disobedient, did not copy homework as required, and even fell asleep in class because he didn't get a good night's rest." He said, "Such a child cannot be [treated] at all. He is too rebellious. It's not sincere to [correct]."

   "..." Su Mingan frowned upon hearing such words.

  The geek dragged the player off the table, pushed him onto the chair and sat down, pulling his hands up on the armrests.

With a    "click", the iron ring was fastened, and the unconscious player's hands were completely fixed on the armrest.

   Looking at this scene, the barrage that was still happy was eerily quiet for a while.

  Although the audience can choose the first point of view, they are only looking at the screen, and they can only see a slightly dim vision with dark corners, and will not have the same feeling as the player.

   After all, it is separated by a layer of screen.

   And the strange smells, cool winds, and strange atmospheres that exist all the time in this environment... sight, hearing, and smell are all stimulating people from the five senses. And these audiences won't feel it.

   is like watching a movie and experiencing it in real life, it feels completely different.

   Therefore, when they see such a picture, they will only feel stimulated and curious, and will not put themselves in their shoes.

   But players who are really in this kind of environment can feel the extremely distinct sense of depression that seems to permeate the air.

   Everyone watched this scene, and the pen in their hands stopped.

   After the fainted player's hand was buckled, the freak pressed a button on the back of the chair.

   It was like a fire was flowing on the chair, and the body of the stunned player instantly seemed to flow through vertical and horizontal ripples. He suddenly opened his eyelids and let out a shrill scream, like a death row prisoner shouting for help.

He seemed to want to break free, and all the muscles in his body began to exert force, but his body could not move as if it was fixed in place. Even his unbound legs were firmly fixed in place, and fluid began to flow out of his body, like the water in his body. Or tissue fluid, and the skin begins to slowly turn black, like dead tree bark.

   "Ahhhh--help, help--!"

   hoarse screams echoed in the quiet classroom.

   The person on the seat twitched and twitched like a goose strangled by the neck.

   Electric current flows through his body, and he is like a dry skin that has been drained of water from his body.

   Everyone watched this scene without speaking.

   The fear of the same kind of suffering permeates the hearts of the people, but no one stands out, no one lends a helping hand, and everyone sits quietly in their own seats, as if frozen in the snow.

   A faint layer of blood floated in the center of the field of vision, and the atmosphere was so suppressed that it was hard to breathe.

  The originally happy barrage finally changed the topic.

【……This. 】

  【I'm glad I didn't choose to end in this copy. 】

  【Real warrior...I'm afraid when I look at it, electric shock, isn't this used for prisoners, isn't this an academy...]

   [That person said "correction", so this should be a hospital, but why does the hospital use electric shocks...]

  【Want to have a serious hospital in the copy? That must not be possible. 】

  【It's like execution, it's really terrifying...】

  【Do you really think that this kind of situation only exists in dungeons? In reality, this kind of therapy is much more, only you can't think of it, and sometimes, reality is more dramatic than the copy. 】

  【This scene is quite famous, there are similar examples in reality...】

  Su Ming'an tapped his finger on the table, and then moved his gaze.

   His gaze was directed at the sculptural white monster.

  【Activate the power of the ruler】

  【NPC (Xia Luoyang), initial favorability: 60】

  【The skill starts to activate, please keep your eyesight. 】

  [NPC (Xia Luoyang), favorability: 60+10+10...]

  …

The initial favorability of   60.

   is quite high.

   He remembered that at the beginning of the Fifth World, Hui Shuhang, who had taken care of the admiration for so many years, had an initial favorability rating of only 50.

   thinks of his identity as a "doctor", perhaps the role he played had a connection with that weirdo.

   He kept his gaze and watched his favorability level rise little by little.

  【NPC (Xia Luoyang), favorability: 100】

  [Current Favorability Rating: Eternal Trust]

  [Note: The current favorability has reached (friendship line highest)]

  …

   The eccentric man in the white coat, who originally focused on electric shock therapy, glanced over here.

   "click" with a soft sound.

   The shocks stopped.

   The player didn't seem to be dead, but just collapsed on his seat, like a pool of ooze from which all his bones had been taken away. His eyes were blank, his body exuded a burning smell, and he kept mumbling something in his mouth.

   "You know what's wrong? My child." The eccentric asked him with a smile.

   That player didn't speak, just nodded numbly.

   His eyeballs were fixed in their sockets, as if they wouldn't turn.

   "Be obedient," said the eccentric.

  The player nodded, stretched out his slightly trembling hand, picked up the pen, his movements were stiff, and his face was gray.

   He was like a puppet controlled by invisible silk threads, extending his wooden limbs, holding the pen extremely stiffly and writing. However, the previously laborious gesture of copying is no longer there, as if there is no obstacle, he quickly wrote ghosts and symbols under his pen, and his movements were extremely smooth.

  Su Mingan suddenly remembered the system prompt at the beginning.

  It seems that sometimes, the higher the San value is, the better.

   The system has prompted that there will be completely different customs clearance routes depending on the player's san value.

   That player may have greatly reduced the san value after experiencing the electric shock, so his behavior will be completely different from before. As if "integrated" into it, there is no obstacle to copying that kind of text.

  Su Mingan thought of a possibility.

   Perhaps, experiencing an electric shock is not exactly a punishment, but also an additional clearance route.

   Instances never have only one route to take.

  ...Although he doesn't really want to experience this kind of route.

   The white coat eccentric named "Xia Luoyang" withdrew his hand, seemingly satisfied with the player's numb state.

   He turned his hands behind his back and glanced around. The other players who were still staring blankly at this scene quickly picked up their pens.

   At this time, there is not much time left.

   If they don't copy these things, they don't know if they will end up in the same way.

  Su Mingan also picked up a pen.

   He had written very smoothly, but at this time he was only writing the ending. After copying things in advance, he put down his pen and observed other players.

   A little sweat appeared on Mo Yan's face, he seemed to be struggling a little, and bloodshots had already appeared in his eyes.

  Lin Jiang looked very relaxed. She also put down the pen at this time, and just looked at him. The moment they looked at each other, she immediately retracted her eyes and lowered her head as if startled.

   The guy disguised as "First Player" doesn't look too good, but the transcription is also coming to an end.

  Su Mingan looked back after reading this circle.

   On the podium, the sculptural weirdo was silently watching him.

After    was forcibly raised to the highest favorability level, that person didn't seem to make any extra movement.

   Time passes quickly.

   An hour is up.

During the period of   , another player who could not hold on to it suffered an electric shock.

Their postures after the electric shock are different - some people go into a coma~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Some people have been muttering to themselves, chanting words that others can't understand, some people suddenly screamed loudly and laughed very strangely , like crazy, some people are sitting in the same position numbly, seeming to have no response to the sound of the outside world.

  ... This copy seems to have very high requirements for mental state.

   When the time came, the geek took away everyone's paper. After passing by Su Mingan and taking the paper, the geek did not move.

  Su Mingan raised his head.

   He saw the eccentric stretch out his hand and took off the sunglasses, revealing a vague darkness.

   He didn't seem to really see the other person's eyes.

   It was as if he saw the black threads that were tangled together. The blood-red shadow swayed in front of him. After blinking lightly, he saw a blackness like an eternal night.

   He squinted.

   The blue sky fell before his eyes.

  …

  [Current San value: 50]

   (end of this chapter)