Chapter 221 Chapter 219 "My Dear Doctor"

Chapter 221 Chapter 219·"My dear doctor"

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

In the chaos, he heard someone shouting.

He wanted to raise his hands and move, but his body seemed to be completely cut off from his brain. Darkness as thick as dark clouds pressed in front of his eyes, and his eyelids seemed as heavy as gold and stone.

He wanted to open his mouth and inhale, but the air was rushed into his lungs, and when it passed through his throat, it seemed to have a fragmentary fluffy touch.

"Cough cough cough..."

He was woken up by himself coughing every time.

He regained control of his body bit by bit, and he saw a dazzling, blazing white light.

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

The young man stretched out his hands and moved away the white mass on his chest.

"Brother, I don't know where this white cat came from... It's so fat and heavy. If I move it, it can jump up on its own..." Mo Yan threw the cat to the floor like a stone. There was a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. The white figure quickly jumped up again, but Su Mingan slapped it away like a tennis ball with one hand.

"Bang!"

The white dumplings hit the wall hard, and the wall powder fell off, making a rustling sound.

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

So low.

No wonder, he felt like he couldn't see things normally.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the system time. It was now 5:30 pm.

...sleep for a long time.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Just in the morning... Brother, you fainted after being looked at by that weirdo, but he didn't shock you, but asked a girl to take you back... We then recited the history of the development of Baisha Paradise, and then we were I was forced to have lunch, and you have been lying down until now." Mo Yan said, "It is free time now, other players are searching for clues, so I came to see if you are awake, brother."

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

"She shouldn't be a player?" Mo Yan thought for a while and said, "She is number 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 for a while and pulled out a name from his memories:

"The weirdo calls her [Dongxue]."

...winter snow.

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

[Obtain key clues·Dongxue]

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

"She's always so young."

"——Like I once did."]

…

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

The words in front of me seemed to be twisted together, like intertwined in a broken whirlpool.

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

His five fingers were bent into a grasping position, and he stretched out his hand, trying to hold this line of clues in his hand, as if he could completely decipher it.

"——Brother?"

Mo Yan's words interrupted his movements.

He quickly took back his hand and looked at Mo Yan.

...Mo Yan should have noticed something was wrong with him long ago.

Whether it was the compiled number one, or the extremely obvious Sword of Arman, and the white cat, all these signs together, he didn't believe that Mo Yan couldn't tell that he was suspicious.

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

He stretched out his hand and looked at his fingers.

Above his fingers, black light flickered like dancing fire.

"——Big brother, big brother?"

Mo Yan next to him couldn't help but make a sound, with a bit of panic in his voice. He felt that the eyes of this elder brother who had just woken up were suddenly a little abnormal.

...It was a completely different look from before.

Cold and empty, as if looking at everything levelly.

When he met his eldest brother's gaze, he seemed to feel a big hand holding his heart instantly, like meeting a savage beast, like an animal meeting a natural enemy.

...It was a sense of danger that if you didn't pay attention, you would be killed instantly.

Mo Yan never thought that his kind brother would look at him like this.

"Brother, are you having some mental problem? Brother, please be normal! Come on, brother, learn from me to take a deep breath, breathe... breathe..."

Mo Yan took a few steps back and used the relaxation trick he had learned before being involved in the game.

He saw his eldest brother slowly closing his eyes.

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

The sense of crisis that could engulf him at any time was fading away little by little.

"Brother." Mo Yan wiped his cold sweat: "Brother, are you okay..."

Su Mingan 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."

"Brother, brother, you can't abandon me. If I encounter any danger next..."

Su Mingan glanced at him and withdrew his gaze.

"I'm more dangerous," he said.

"..."

Mo Yan also fell into silence.

After what happened just now, he couldn't guarantee whether his dear elder brother would suddenly take action against him one day.

In this dungeon, the player's mental state seems to be very unstable. If they can't protect their teammates who were still discussing clues one moment, they will fall into madness the next moment.

Mo Yan saw his eldest brother standing by the bed, his head lowered and silent.

A blue and white hospital gown was put on his body, and the long scars on his pale skin were particularly hideous and dazzling.

"Brother, please sleep more." Mo Yan said, "Although I don't know what that weirdo did to me, it seems that my brother has not been normal after that... I heard that sleeping is the best way to recover. , Big brother must ensure sleep at night."

"If it were in a game, making a garland and putting it on your head might also be effective in restoring your mental state..."

Mo Yan heard his elder brother mumbling to himself.

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

He smiled and suddenly met Su Ming'an's lifeless eyes.

As if being suddenly drawn into the darkness, Mo Yan felt a palpitation in his heart when he saw the other person's eyes.

Dark threads slowly broke into his field of vision.

The twisting, suddenly enlarging dark corners were constricting his field of vision.

Mo Yan froze in place, breathing gradually shallowly.

The cold air rushed through the trachea and poured into the lungs. His stomach and intestines felt like they were swallowing gold, and his calves felt weak, as if something was dragging him down.

He felt like a wooden stake being nailed to death, and the plain sight looking at him was like a hammer, hammering him into the floor bit by bit.

...Brother doesn’t seem to be joking.

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

The next moment, Su Mingan turned his head.

The gathered eyes crossed each other.

As if the big hand holding his heart suddenly let go, Mo Yan took half a step back, almost losing his footing.

He was holding on to the wall, gasping for air, his whole body shaking like a sieve, and there was still panic in his eyes.

Cold sweat slid down Mo Yan's cheeks, he gasped and his fingers curled unconsciously.

...just a look at each other.

Simple, a look at each other with my brother who is also a player.

His sanity value instantly dropped by five points.

His footsteps moved outward little by little, and the floorboards creaked.

His hands scraped the wall, and the white wall powder fell off.

Then, his footsteps finally stopped at the door.

"...Brother, I'll leave first." Mo Yan spoke with some difficulty.

"Let's go." Su Mingan didn't even raise his head.

The creaking of the floorboards continued, and with the sound of the wooden door closing, the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

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

He reached out and pulled open the clue bar.

The first person inside, the words [No. 27 Student File Locker] are clearly visible.

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

[Student No. 27 Locker]

[The crime is poverty. 】

As a "doctor", he needs to determine whether the students are good or bad, which will affect his actions at night.

This Locker should be one of the players, and he will get this person's real file on Zhai Star.

He calmed down and continued reading.

…

[Locker from Granland, his real age is 48 years old, his family is poor, and he has a criminal experience. After being released from prison, he lived on the streets and became a homeless man in Central Park. 】

[Making a living by picking up garbage and begging, he got his own place after successfully gaining the kindness of a wealthy woman. 】

[The residence is an abandoned small workshop with extremely poor environment and no water or electricity. 】

[The rich woman quickly left the city, but Locke still couldn't find a job. After being chased away by security guards, he returned to wandering again. 】

[Lockel has been living alone, and his body is full of stench caused by not taking a shower. No one approaches him, no one cares about him, and no one supports him. 】

[Wrapped in a down quilt he had picked up, he slept in a bridge hole while being hungry and cold. 】

[It was very quiet in the bridge cave. There were no other homeless people competing with him for shelter, and no security guards' sticks would disturb his sleep. 】

[He slept soundly. 】

[The rickety truck passed through this bridge hole. The truck's headlights were very bright and dazzling. 】

[Lockel had an experience. 】

[Lockel was once shined directly by a bright flashlight in his sleep and was temporarily blinded when he opened his eyes. He didn't want to encounter something like this again. 】

["What is this? It's too bright."]

[He reluctantly wrapped himself in the duvet, murmured, closed his eyes, and turned over, not wanting anyone to disturb his sleep. 】

[The truck's tires ran over his body and he woke up from his sleep. 】

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

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

[He opened his eyes and looked at the headlights that almost blinded him, like looking at the sunlight in the daytime. 】

【The sun is very bright and warm. 】

[The headlights were very bright, but they only made him feel cold. 】

[His consciousness is falling away, and the pain is like a surging wave. 】

["He is poor and has committed crimes. He is a homeless man."]

["And the biggest sin in his life is this poverty."]

["He was born in poverty and died in poverty."]

[Locker is about to close his eyes. 】

[The world game begins at this time. 】

[Lockel, who was dying and almost turned into a puddle of mud, had his entire body repaired at this moment. 】

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

[It said: "Congratulations."]

[Locker puts his hand on his chest and makes the sign of the cross. 】

[He said: "Congratulations to me."]

[He raised his head, the sky was bright. 】

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

["He is poor and has committed crimes. He is a homeless man."]

["When he was about to die, he opened his eyes and saw the brilliance given to him by another world."]

["He must get a chance to escape death before the end of the game. He must not let his life be taken away by that truck."]

["He does not want to become a humble tramp, he wants to gain his own dignity."]

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

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

["——Doctor, my dear doctor."]

["What do you think, in Baisha Paradise, such a child."]

["Is it an existence that is judged to be saveable?"]

["Or... social waste that cannot be treated and is destined to become waste?"]

["What this child has is an unforgivable sin."]

["...Or did it create a past that cannot be buried for such a person?"]

["Doctor, my dear doctor."]

["Dr. Baisha, who can heal a person's soul and execute sinners, is fair, kind, and saves lives and wounds."]

The handwriting became brighter and brighter, jumping out bit by bit.

Like flowing blood.

…

["Please make your decision tonight."]