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"—Big brother, big brother? Big brother, wake up, big brother, big brother, don't sleep anymore—"

In the chaos, he heard someone shouting loudly.

There seemed to be a thousand pounds of iron scales on his chest, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

He wanted to raise his hand and set off, but his body seemed to be completely cut off from his brain. The dark cloud-like darkness was pressing in front of his eyes, and his eyelids seemed to be heavy.

He wanted to open his mouth, inhale, and the air rushed into his lungs, and it seemed to have a bit of a flocculent touch as it scraped through his throat.

"Cough cough cough..."

He was woken up by himself.

Little by little he regained control of his body, and when he looked out of his moist eye sockets, he saw a blinding, blazing white light.

Beside him, the young man stood beside the bed, his face full of worry.

The young man stretched out his hands and removed the white lump on his chest.

"Big brother, this white cat came from nowhere... It's so fat and heavy, I moved it and it jumped up again..." Mo Yan threw the cat on the floor like a boulder. There was a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Then the white shadow quickly jumped up again, and was slapped directly by Su Mingan's hand like a tennis ball.

"Bang!"

The white dumplings slammed heavily on the wall, and the wall powder fell off, making a rustling sound.

Su Mingan sat up, and the orange value in the upper left corner was clearly 50.

so low.

No wonder he felt that things were not normal.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the system time, which was five thirty in the afternoon.

...sleep for a long time.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Just in the morning... Big brother, you passed out after being glanced at by that weird person, but he didn't shock you, but asked a girl to take you back... After that, we recited the history of the development of Baisha Paradise, and then we were caught Forced to eat lunch, you have been lying down until now." Mo Yan said: "It is free time now, other players are searching for clues, I will come to see if you are awake."

"Girl." Su Mingan accurately found the key point in Mo Yan's words: "Is it a player?"

"Shouldn't she be a player?" Mo Yan thought for a while and said, "She is No. 29. I don't know if she is a player or an NPC, but she doesn't look like a player. She is too calm."

"Do you know her name?"

Mo Yan thought about it, and pulled out a name from his memory:

"The weirdo called her [Winter Snow]."

...winter snow.

Su Mingan was stunned for a while, and then heard the system prompt.

[Get key clues Winter Snow]

[(Dong Xue): "I met her who is still alive."

"No matter when, she was so young."

"—as I used to be."]

...

Su Mingan looked at this line of clues and suddenly felt a little dazed.

The words in front of them seemed to be twisted together, like they were intertwined in a broken vortex.

He stared at the line of words that began to circle in front of his eyes, and reached out to touch it.

With five fingers bent in a grasping position, he stretched out his hand and tried to hold the line of clues in his hand, as if he could completely crack it.

"—Big brother?"

Mo Yan's words interrupted his movements.

He quickly retracted his hand and looked at Mo Yan.

... Mo Yan should have discovered something wrong with him long ago.

Whether it was the number one made up, or the very obvious Sword of Yarman, the white cat, all these signs put together, he didn't believe Mo Yan and couldn't see his suspiciousness.

His skills are exactly the same as the first player, and even the white cat appeared in the live broadcast room.

Perhaps Mo Yan had a guess in his heart and knew that he was not an ordinary top player, but all the previous performances made Mo Yan unable to accept this "number one player" who was too close and too unpretentious.

Therefore, Mo Yan would rather choose to believe that he is still a very similar coser.

——Then, should we kill Mo Yan directly?

Su Ming'an didn't quite understand how his thinking jumped so fast.

It's like thinking about clues one second, and suddenly wanting to kill someone the next second.

He only thinks that this player who seems to see through his identity and doesn't seem to see through is an unstable factor. If he kills it, it may make some sense...

Killing is very easy for him now. Especially in a world where one's own power is completely above others, and there are no legal and moral restrictions.

He suddenly stretched out his hand with annihilation, or suddenly drew his sword, and suddenly poured all his mana into space to vibrate... Any method would allow him to easily kill the person in front of him without the slightest effort.

He can even shoot directly during the day and send clones to hunt down everyone else, even if it's two to eighteen, as long as the other party doesn't have any special bug skills, he doesn't feel any pressure.

Even if he dies, he can go back to the file, and then, next time, after eliminating all unexpected factors, he will kill everyone and eliminate all unstable factors...

He reached out and looked at his fingers.

Above the fingers, black light flickered like a beating fire.

"—Big brother, big brother?"

Mo Yan, who was next to him, couldn't help but speak out, with a little panic in his voice. He felt that this big brother who had just woken up suddenly looked a little abnormal.

...that's a completely different look from before.

Cold, empty, as if looking at everything, there is no softness in it.

When he met his eldest brother's gaze, he seemed to feel a big hand holding his heart instantly, and the sense of crisis around him became stronger, like encountering a flood and beast, like an animal encountering a natural enemy.

...that is the sense of crisis that if you don't pay attention, you will be killed in an instant.

Mo Yan never imagined that the kind eldest brother would show him such a look.

"Big brother, are you having some mental problems? Big brother, big brother, you are normal! Come on big brother, come learn me to breathe deeply, breathe...breath..."

Mo Yan took a few steps back, using the relaxation trick he learned before getting caught up in the game.

He saw his big brother slowly closing his eyes.

Three seconds later, the big brother opened his eyes again.

Then, he felt that the sense of crisis that could devour him at any time subsided little by little.

"Big brother." Mo Yan wiped his cold sweat: "Big brother, are you alright..."

Su Ming'an was silent for a moment, then blinked: "It's okay."

He got off the bed and stood up: "in the next few days, stay away from me."

"Big brother, big brother, you can't abandon me, if I encounter any danger next..."

Su Mingan glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze.

"I'm more dangerous," he said.

"..."

Mo Yan also fell silent.

After what happened just now, he couldn't guarantee that his dear big brother would suddenly attack him one day.

In this dungeon, the player's mental state seems to be very unstable, and the teammates who are still discussing clues one moment will fall into madness the next moment.

Mo Yan saw the elder brother standing by the bed, bowing his head and not speaking.

The blue and white hospital gown was placed on his body, and the long scars on the pale skin were particularly dazzling.

"Big brother, you should sleep more to get more sleep." Mo Yan said, "Although I don't know what that eccentric person did to big brother, but after that big brother, it seems that it is not normal... I heard that sleeping is the best way to recover the spirit. , Big brother must ensure sleep at night."

"If it's in a game, making a wreath on your head might be effective for restoring your mental state..."

Mo Yan heard the elder brother muttering to himself.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing: "Brother, you are really amusing, you can still joke at this time..."

He smiled and suddenly met Su Mingan's stagnant eyes.

As if he was suddenly pulled in by the black inside, Mo Yan felt a palpitation when he saw the other person's eyes.

The dark silk thread slowly broke into his field of vision.

The twisting, suddenly enlarged dark corners are compressing his field of vision.

Mo Yan froze in place, breathing gradually shallow.

The icy air rushed from the trachea and poured into the lungs. The stomach seemed to be swallowing gold, and the calf was weak, as if something was dragging him down.

He felt like a stake that was nailed to death, and the plain sight that looked over was like a hammer, pounding down, bit by bit, hammering him into the floor continuously.

... bro, he doesn't seem to be joking.

Mo Yan's eyes were condensed in his sockets. He tried to look away, but he couldn't move his eyes. The whites of his eyes seemed to be squeezed and condensed air, leaving no room for movement.

The next moment, Su Mingan turned his head.

Gathering eyes staggered away.

The big hand that seemed to be grabbing his heart suddenly loosened, and Mo Yan took a half step back, almost losing his footing.

He leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, trembling like a sieve, and panic in his eyes.

In the upper left corner of the field of vision, the orange light is boiling like lava, like an active volcano that is about to erupt.

Cold sweat slid down Mo Yan's cheeks, he panted, his fingers bent unconsciously.

...just a glance.

Simple, look at one of the big brothers who are also players.

His san value instantly dropped by five points.

Little by little he moved out, and the floor creaked.

His hand scratched the wall, and the white wall powder rustled off.

Then, his footsteps finally stopped at the door.

"...Brother, then I'll go first." Mo Yan spoke with difficulty.

"Let's go." Su Mingan didn't look up.

The creaking floor continued, and the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away as the wooden door closed with a bang.

Su Mingan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to stabilize his constantly shaking vision.

He stretched out his hand and pulled open the clue bar.

The first one in it, the words [No. 27, Student File, Rocker] are clearly visible.

He unfolded the interface, and lines of text jumped out.

[Student No. 27 Rocker]

[The crime is poor. 】

As a "doctor", he needs to judge the quality of the students, which will affect his actions at night.

This Rocker should be one of the players, and he will get the real file of this person on Zhai Xing.

He stabilized his mind and continued to watch.

...

[Rocker of Gran State, his real age is forty-eight years old, his family is poor, and he has criminal experience. After he was released from prison, he lived on the streets and became a homeless man in Central Park. 】

[Lives by picking up **** and begging, and after successfully gaining the kindness of a wealthy woman, he gets his own home. 】

[The residence is an abandoned small workshop, the environment is extremely poor, and there is no water and electricity. 】

[Rich women quickly left the city, and Locke still couldn't find a job. After being chased away by security guards, he resumed wandering again. 】

[Rocker has always been alone, his body is full of the stench brought by not taking a bath, no one is near him, no one misses him, no one supports him. 】

[Wrapped in the duvet he picked up, he slept in the bridge hole between hunger and cold. 】

[The bridge cave is very quiet, no other homeless robbing him of the house, and no security sticks will disturb his sleep. 】

[He slept soundly. 】

[The rickety truck passes through this bridge hole, and the truck's headlights are bright and dazzling. 】

[Rocker has had an experience. 】

[Rocker was shot directly by a bright flashlight in his sleep, and he was temporarily blinded when he opened his eyes. He didn't want to encounter such a thing again. 】

["What is this, it's too bright."]

[He wraps himself in the duvet reluctantly, murmurs, eyes closed, and rolls over, not wanting to be disturbed by sleep. 】

[The tire of the truck runs over his body, and he wakes up from his sleep. 】

[The blood exploded like fireworks, sinking into the soil around him. 】

[The warm duvet also sank into the mud at this time. 】

[He opens his eyes and looks at the headlights that almost blind him, like the sun in the daytime. 】

[The sun is bright and warm. 】

[The headlights are very bright, but it only makes him feel cold. 】

[His consciousness is detaching, and the pain is like a raging ocean wave. 】

[“He was poor, he had sinned, he was a tramp.”]

[“And the greatest sin in his life is this poverty.”]

[“He was born in poverty and died in poverty.”]

[Rocker is about to close his eyes. 】

[The world game starts at this time. 】

[The dying Loker, who almost became a muddy Loker, at this moment, his entire body was repaired. 】

[The rabbit floating in the sky, above the hundreds of millions of people, like hot magma, is changing his destiny at this time. 】

[It said: "Congratulations to you."]

[Rocker puts his hand on his chest and draws a cross. 】

[He said: "Congratulations to me."]

[He looks up, the sky is bright. 】

[The blazing, flame-like sun is spreading sunshine to the city. 】

[“He was poor, he had sinned, he was a tramp.”]

[“He opened his eyes when he was about to die, and saw the brilliance that another world bestowed upon him.”]

[“He wants to get a chance to escape before the end of the game, and he must not be killed by that truck.”]

[“He doesn’t want to be a humble tramp, he wants to gain his own dignity.”]

["Such a person, such a Rocker..."]

The words stayed in front of the eyes for a moment, and then, the blood-red sentences appeared one after another.

[“—Doctor, my dear doctor.”]

["You think, in Baisha Paradise, such a child."]

[“Is it an existence that can be saved?”]

【“Or...the social garbage that cannot be cured~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is destined to become waste?”】

[“What this child has is an unforgivable sin.”]

【“…Or did you create such a person’s past that cannot be buried?”]

【“Doctor, my dear doctor.”】

[“Doctor Baisha, who can heal a person’s soul and execute sinners, is a fair, benevolent, life-saving doctor.”]

The handwriting became brighter and redder and jumped out little by little.

like flowing blood.

...

["Please make your decision tonight."]

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