First Player

Chapter 219 Chapter 217·"╭ (￣︶￣)ψ"

As Mo Yan said this, he wanted to imitate the "number one player" and find a seat to sit.

He just counted the number of people, and there were exactly thirty people. There are thirty positions for thirty people, and this position should be prepared for them.

The seats close to the first player had already been selected. Mo Yan found a seat a circle outside and wanted to sit down.

"Don't sit down yet." Su Mingan held his shoulders: "There's a problem."

"Ah? But the great god is here..." Mo Yan is not blind either.

In fact, any slightly observant player would have seen the suspicious hoop on the seat.

But the first player sat.

The number one player who never goes the wrong way is sitting.

Therefore, as long as you follow the first player, it is absolutely correct.

Many people followed the first player and sat down, but they were wary of the hoop on the armrest and did not put their hands on it stupidly. Others would rather stand on the sidelines, more wary than trusting the first player.

Lin Jiang is also one of them.

Although she was acting extremely timid now, even the slightest movement would startle her, but she just stood in the corner with her head lowered, and no one dared to approach her.

Everyone has the identity of the possessed NPC, and their appearance is the appearance of the NPC.

If Lin Jiang hadn't met Mo Yan at night, and Mo Yan recognized the blood-red seal she used and loudly announced her skills, no one else would have known she was Lin Jiang.

This resulted in... this seemingly harmless Lin Jiang becoming the target of public criticism.

Su Mingan looked at this scene. He watched the players choose their respective positions, as if he saw people's different positions.

Some followed the fake number one player and sat down, some stood aside and said nothing, some chose to huddle together and whisper, and some huddled in the corner unable to raise their heads.

Mo Yan stood next to him, hesitantly glanced at the "number one player" who had his eyes closed to rest, and then hesitantly glanced at the friendly elder brother next to him, but chose not to move.

...The eldest brother didn't even sit down, how could he sit down first.

Since the eldest brother said he won’t sit down, then he won’t sit down!

Mo Yan stood where he was.

He heard a very crisp sound of footsteps.

Loud, clear, like glass hitting glass, after the sound that seemed to be isolated from the human voice appeared, everyone stopped in unison.

The "number one player" sitting on the soft chair opened his eyes slightly in a pretentious manner and looked out the door.

Wearing a heavy mask, black sunglasses, and a white coat as wide as a sack, his appearance and body could not be seen clearly. He was holding a light and slowly walked down the stairs.

...This should be the key NPC in this copy.

The man faced the gaze of thirty people, walked up to the podium, and placed the glass lamp in his hand on the podium. In the dark field of vision, the candlelight became the only bright color in front of him.

"——My dear thirty students, welcome to Baisha Paradise."

The man suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and low.

"Today is your first day here."

"I am glad that morning has come and night is over. You are all punctual - how did you sleep last night, my dear children?"

He suddenly asked a question, as if waiting for someone to answer.

There was silence.

The dust in the air swirled in the light, the weirdo's body stood beside the podium, and the flames in the lamp were like dancing elves.

In the dark field of vision, the firelight traced his white mask.

"Slept well."

In the silence, someone suddenly made a voice.

The "number one player" who was all eyes on was sitting on a soft chair, with a glimmer of light flowing from his eyes.

"Master is different, so calm..." Mo Yan, who was shrinking next to him and suppressing his presence, exclaimed in a low voice.

Su Mingan: "..."

"Since you have a good rest, let's get ready to start - the morning light has arrived, my children." The weirdo continued, his tone raised a degree, and he seemed to be excited.

"First of all, please sit down in your place." He said.

At the same time, digital signs were erected on the backs of thirty soft chairs.

The number one, up to the number thirty.

Others also noticed this scene. They communicated with each other and walked towards their numbered seats.

"Huh? Sure enough, you still have to sit down... I remember I was number three..." Mo Yan saw others starting to move and immediately went to find his seat marked number three.

Su Mingan stood where he was, not moving.

"Brother, you said you were number one last night, right? Number one is over there." Mo Yan pointed to a seat near the podium.

But at this moment, Mo Yan realized something was wrong.

Another player is sitting on seat number one.

"Brother, someone has taken your seat..." Mo Yan turned to look at Su Ming'an.

Su Mingan still didn't move.

...He didn't even know his number.

He didn't know if this had something to do with the role he played, but he did not receive any notification of his current number. When Mo Yan mentioned this last night, he also made up a number.

...But now it seems that the secret is about to be exposed.

"You go and sit down first, and I'll look for you later."

He ignored Mo Yan again so as not to attract other people's attention.

He pretended that he hadn't found the seat corresponding to his number yet, and looked around among the seats. When everyone was sitting in confusion, he found a seat that had been left behind and sat on it.

That seat is "No. 30."

If no one is sitting on it, this seat should be yours.

The seat was moderately soft and hard, making it comfortable to sit on, but a sense of danger always lingered in his mind.

He glanced at the suspicious bracelet on the armrest, ready to escape through spatial displacement at any time.

…

[Welcome players to the sixth world - White Sand Paradise! 】

[Now is the first day, daytime session. 】

[Each copy has twenty players and ten NPCs, and you will become students of the same class together. 】

[Each player and NPC has his own number, ranging from 1 to 30. 】

[On the fifth day, the class will select the three most outstanding "outstanding students" to win the final prize! 】

[Players please follow the NPC rules and do not deviate from the correct route. 】

…

The panel stayed in front of me for a long time.

Other players should have received the same message.

Su Mingan quickly scanned these lines and felt confused.

…Since everyone has a number.

Then why did he...

At this moment, the blue light screen flickered slightly.

Then, lines of blood words slowly emerged.

…

[This copy has the identity of "student" and "doctor". 】

[The number of "students" is 28. "Students" need to act in accordance with the instructions of the dean and strictly abide by the relevant regulations of Baisha. 】

[There are two people with the identity of "doctor", and the "doctor" is hidden among thirty people.

The "doctor" can extract a "student"'s file every day and determine whether he can receive treatment. "Doctors" can execute bad students at night who are judged to be incurable. 】

[At the same time, "students" can report dereliction of duty "doctors" to the dean. 】

[Once the "doctor" fails to correctly judge the quality of a student and executes the wrong student, the "doctor" will be judged to be derelict in his duties. 】

[Once the "doctor" fails to deal with all bad students in time within five days, the "doctor" will be judged to be derelict in his duties. 】

[Once a "student" successfully reports a "doctor", the "student" will become an "outstanding student". On the contrary, if the "doctor" lives to the end with due diligence, the "doctor" will have the right to recommend "outstanding students". 】

["Students" can also choose to kill "doctors", and they will lose their status as "students" and gain the status of "doctors". 】

[The two “doctors” do not know each other’s identities. 】

…

The rules are long, but overall pretty simple.

Students have two options. They can confront the doctors at night without being killed by them, and then report to the dean during the day and become guaranteed "excellent students."

At the same time, they can also choose to kill the doctor and become the next doctor, giving them the opportunity to take the initiative at night.

The second path is relatively risky, because becoming a doctor means that they must "judge" the files and deal with those who are judged as "bad students" every day. If you are not careful, you will be counterattacked and everything will be in vain.

Su Mingan thought for a while.

He was very curious as to how the rule written in [Doctors can extract a student's file every day and determine whether they can receive treatment] was used.

Give the doctor a file and let him make his own subjective judgment?

From the perspective of a "doctor", how to directly judge whether a person is guilty or not?

...This method of judgment sounds wrong just by hearing it.

He read the rules carefully again.

... Generally speaking, there are two dominant identities.

One is a student who is very powerful and can ensure that he will not be killed.

And the trainees who killed the doctors on the fourth and fifth days and became doctors.

On the contrary, the students who are weak and unable to take the initiative, and the unlucky ones who become doctors on the first day... they are the most disadvantaged.

Especially the unlucky ones who became doctors on the first day... Not only do they have to work diligently to assassinate students every night, but they also have to ensure that they are not counterattacked. If they execute students with innocent files or let guilty students go, they will still To be "judged to be derelict in duty"...

The blood-red text continued to emerge, seeming to tell him the remaining hidden information.

…

[Player (Su Mingan), your number is: 30 (non-student status, the number is a disguise number)]

[Your identity is: doctor. 】

[Identity work: Disguise yourself as a student during the day and blend in among the students. At night, students are judged as good or bad, and bad students are executed. 】

[Identity advantage: During the night operation, all hidden doors and windows of Baisha Paradise are completely open to you. You can freely explore for clues while executing students. 】

[Identity points to note: Rationally judge whether a student is good or bad. Stay vigilant to prevent counterattacks by students at night. Doctors are not allowed to attack students when they are in a "special state".

——Please be a "good doctor" who is just, fair, kind, kind, dedicated and full of dedication, and is considerate to students╭(￣︶￣)ψ]

…

very good.

The unlucky guy is himself.

Su Mingan finally understood why he didn't have a number in the first place.

He looked at the white coat in the temporary toolbar.

He found this white coat in the closet of the initial room, hidden under layers of blue and white hospital gowns. He had previously wondered why there was a doctor's coat under the hospital gown, but now he understood. It turns out that he is the "doctor".

A doctor who is hidden among the students and has the power to execute the students' life and death.

White sand paradise...

In this place like a closed academy, there are "doctors".

Strange creatures appear here at night, and the swaying lights are like wandering ghosts. If you are not careful, you will trigger an immediate death judgment.

During the day here, there are weird people with bandages all over their bodies and thick masks on their faces. They will call "children" to them with a strange fanaticism in their tone.

The room was like a large classroom, with iron rings on the soft chairs that held prisoners in place.

In their respective rooms, the notebooks lying on the table were stained with blood.

If what he expected was good...

Su Mingan raised his head.

He saw the morning light covered with blood outside the window. The light slowly fell on the strange man, illuminating the dark blackboard behind him for an instant.

Through the light, he saw the strangely twisted bloody words on the blackboard, intertwined like tree roots, like torn bloody thorns.

The weirdo on the podium slowly raised his head, and the eyes under his sunglasses seemed to be looking at him.

...the so-called "white sand paradise".

Su Mingan coughed.

In front of him, a brand new interface was slowly emerging.

【"Doctor"·First Day】

[You have obtained student file No. 27]

He dispersed the flocculation in the air and watched the words of blood appear on the panel little by little, already thinking in his mind.

…

The full name of this "White Sand Paradise" should be called...

"White Sands Mental Hospital\

,"That's right.