First Player

Chapter 225 Chapter 223·"On the 30th, he went crazy"

Mo Yan rolled out of bed.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

One o'clock.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

The noisy second hand made a sound every second, as noisy as a drum.

Hearing the noise in his ears getting louder and louder, he couldn't stand the weird atmosphere anymore, so he lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed.

He got out of bed, but suddenly heard a very fast knock on the door.

"...Open the door, please, open the door..."

"Who are you?" Mo Yan was not stupid. How could he open the door for someone casually at night?

"No. 3, I beg you, open the door. No. 30 is crazy..."

When Mo Yan heard this, he immediately stepped forward and opened the door.

The figure outside the door quickly squeezed in through the crack and closed the door again with his backhand. She pressed against the door panel, gasping for air, looking like she was surviving the disaster.

Mo Yan warily looked at the player who came to him for help. This was a girl with peach-colored ponytails. Her specific nationality could not be determined. There were marks on her body that were scratched by very small things, and thin blood flowed over her arms and dripped on the floor.

"On the 30th...Brother, please tell me clearly what happened to him." Mo Yan didn't mean to pity her.

He opened the door just because the other party mentioned his eldest brother. Otherwise, he didn't have the habit of showing kindness in the middle of the night.

The girl was still gasping for air and seemed to be in shock.

In the quiet room, the only sound was her breathing in and out.

...But Mo Yan soon heard the movement.

Outside the door.

It seemed like someone was walking slowly, and the floor outside made an orderly creaking sound. Step by step, the pace was extremely steady, as if announcing the arrival of something.

Along with the girl's rapid breathing after the disaster, the footsteps sounded particularly terrifying at this time, like a hunter blocking his prey in a corner.

Mo Yan frowned. He knew something must have happened outside, and he regretted bringing trouble into it.

"If you don't say anything, I'll kick you out." Mo Yan pretended to open the door.

"——Don't! Don't!"

The girl was frightened, and she hurriedly stopped his hand: "No. 3, No. 3, you are very familiar with No. 30, right! I saw you during the day, you were talking together... Only you can save us now !”

"What happened?"

"Number 30, he is number 30..." The girl swallowed: "He is a doctor."

"so what?"

"He's a doctor!" The girl stared.

"Then what?" Mo Yan spread his hands: "The eldest brother is a doctor, what does it have to do with me? It's just an identity. The eldest brother will not harm me and has saved me. I don't care what his identity is."

He took the girl's hand and was about to push her out the door.

"Wait, wait - but No. 30 is crazy!" The girl was on the verge of despair, shouting almost hoarse.

Mo Yan was stunned.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, and even the creaking of the wooden boards stopped for an instant.

He raised his head and saw that the originally closed wooden door was opened silently, letting out a ray of darkness that was isolated.

...He almost forgot.

The eldest brother has lock-picking skills.

The doctor in a white coat stood quietly at the door. A white light flashed, and the mirror-like reflective scalpel in his hand was stained with a line of blood.

There was something accumulating in those eyes that looked extraordinarily clear in the warm light. The meaning in them was not strong, but it was almost overwhelming.

The doctor gently shook the scalpel in his hand, and the bright blood from the cut throat fell to the ground, like a blood line cracking on the floor.

He walked in, kicked the girl's body away from the ground, wiped Mo Yan's shoulder and walked in.

"Big, big brother..."

Mo Yan originally thought that being a doctor didn't matter - the eldest brother was still his eldest brother after all.

But it wasn't until he opened the door and faced his elder brother who was a doctor that he felt the pressure like a wave.

It's like an automatic fear reaction in the body, like the body's instinctive withdrawal.

That is a natural fear that "student" players have when facing "doctors".

No wonder...that female player is so scared.

He froze in place, watching his elder brother rummaging through his room.

"There are no clues," his eldest brother said.

"……ah."

Hearing his elder brother's calm voice, Mo Yan finally found his own voice with difficulty:

"Brother, are you okay..."

"I'm fine." Su Ming'an was surprised why Mo Yan would ask such a question.

Before, he met another person on the first floor, the girl with pink hair.

The girl seemed to have come out to see what was going on. The moment she opened the door, her eyes met his.

Just when Su Mingan was about to ask her a question, he saw her running out as if she had seen a ghost, yelling that he was crazy.

His sanity value at that time was 52, which was just right. He had no intention of rising or falling, and planned to maintain this value. In this way, you can not only see things that cannot be seen under high sanity values, but also maintain basic mental stability.

He no longer plans to take the initiative to kill students.

...But I didn’t expect that this girl would seek death herself and call him crazy.

"Do I look scary?"

Su Mingan was confused.

Mo Yan froze in place and smiled awkwardly:

"Ahahaha..." He smiled stiffly: "It's a bit...compared to the daytime."

"It's probably something that comes with being a doctor, something like a fear aura." Su Mingan said.

...How could he be abnormal?

More than him, he felt that players like Mo Yan had become too sensitive under high pressure.

They actually said he was crazy...they ran away like a rabbit when they saw him, and even yelled...they were the ones who were crazy.

There was an eerie silence in the corridor at this time. No player dared to open the door, and no one dared to make a sound in the room.

Su Mingan turned around and walked deeper into the corridor.

But this time, he didn't hear the urge to stay from behind.

The wooden door was always open, and as the light faded away from him, he heard a dull sound of the door closing.

…

Su Mingan originally thought that the Sixth World was not a competitive dungeon, and that it was more likely to be jointly decrypted by players.

However, after killing the first student and seeing the sanity level rise, he discovered the malice hidden behind the rules.

The scenes of the underworld during the day, electroshock therapy, and the copying of strange rules and regulations... are all designed to lower the player's sanity.

When the san value is lowered, the player wants to return to normal mentally quickly.

And to return to normal, you have to kill people.

...Kill students like them.

This resulted in that during the day, due to the restrictions of Baisha school rules, students lived in harmony with each other, as if there were no conflicts.

And at night...at night when there is no teacher to look after you, when the doctor is around, a fight between life and death is inevitable.

……Interesting.

Su Mingan raised his head and looked at the large classroom in front of him.

The large, empty classroom during the day was now full of people.