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Chapter 213 Chapter 210·"Don't let them hear"

At this time, it seems that it is still in the initial state, and he is still unable to move.

All I could smell was the smell of disinfectant from the hospital, and the gradually clear feeling of soft sheets.

【Welcome players to the sixth world!】

【World Name: Baisha Paradise】

[Basic tasks for all players: Survive, live to the fifth day]

[Player's personal advanced task: (determined according to the role played by the player, it is being issued...)]

[Perfect customs clearance: discover the secret behind Baisha Paradise. 】

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"Ding dong!"

[The task of the person in power: to ensure the survival of the NPC "Yang Xia". 】

[Mission Reward: The status of "power holder" is advanced. 】

[Punishment for mission failure: The status of "power holder" returns to the basic official period. 】

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[San value (sanity value) setting has been added in the sixth world. 】

[Please note: the san value is closely related to the player's mental state. If it is too high or too low, different events will be triggered, which will affect the final ending route of this world plot! 】

[Please pay attention to the change of san value at all times. 】

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At the same time, in front of the dark field of vision, apart from the green life bar and the blue mana bar, another long orange bar slowly appeared.

At this point, the value on the orange bar is exactly 80/100.

The full value is 100, while Su Mingan's san value is 80 at this time.

The barrage interface in the upper right corner also starts to scroll at the same time:
【First!】

【I'm coming!】

[There are so few people participating in this dungeon... Are you still scared by the previous world? 】

[I think it was mainly because I was intimidated by the Sixth World keyword that Su Mingan announced on the forum...]

[Alienation, madness, endless hell... are really not good words. 】

[Indeed, I was ready to end, but I was scared back by this notice. 】

【Why does Su Mingan even know the information about the next world?What is his identity?Why are there so many preferential treatment? 】

[It is suggested to change the name of the identity to: "The organizer's own son", funny.jpg]

[Preferential treatment is none of your business, if you don’t put this lemon on it yourself, nmsl]

【…】

Su Mingan has learned before that the san value means sanity value, which is closely related to his mental state.

Therefore, he specially traveled to Minghui for more than a day, just to adjust his spirit to the best state.Now it seems that the spirit is not bad, and it can reach the value of 80.

The control of the body was gradually returning, and he first saw a gray ceiling.

In the pale square, an incandescent lamp was shining a blinding light, and he closed his eyes slightly again.

...Wait, the field of view is wrong.

He clearly saw the faint dark corners around his field of vision.

Just like the vision of a nuclear flashlight in a horror game, the central circle is clear, but the surrounding area seems to be covered by black fog.

He looks across the room.

The room was very small, and the living space was squeezed extremely narrow by the gray and white walls. Apart from the bed under him, there was a wooden table, a chair, and a small wardrobe next to it.

The wall clock on the wall "ticked" and resounded throughout the small room.

At this time, the hour hand is pointing to 1, and if his guess is correct, it is one o'clock in the morning.

The simple and unadorned furniture was pressed quietly to the ground, leaving an extremely narrow path.

Other than that, nothing.

The person who spoke was also completely gone, only a narrow door was closed quietly, there was no gap under the door, and nothing outside could be seen.

He looked up and saw a window in the wall.

The pane was pitch black, and there was no light outside, but when he looked over, it seemed like distorted black lines were spreading out from the pane, and the branches and leaves were desperately growing, as if shadows had come in from outside.

But the next time he blinked, the distorted black lines suddenly disappeared again.

Like nothing happened.

... Sure enough, hell.

He stretched out his hand and saw a pair of almost bony hands.

Under the pale light, the hand was so white that it was almost transparent. There were countless pinholes on the back of the hand, and a huge gash ran along the upper arm of the right arm and spread all the way to the back of the hand. The scar looked very hideous.

He lifted the quilt, and saw a blue and white striped hospital gown, under which was an extremely thin body.

He suddenly felt pain in his thigh. After thinking for a while, he closed the live broadcast room and pulled his pants down.

He saw a line of words carved in deep red on his thigh.

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[Don't let them hear it. 】

……

The wound hadn't healed yet, and with bursts of pain, he blocked the handwriting, feeling even weirder.

……"them".

"who are they?
Don't let "them" hear what?
He put on his slippers, stepped on the floor, and his feet sank.

The floor suddenly made a distorted "squeak—" sound.The voice was extremely strange, like a person wailing with a very high pitch.

He frowned.

...Anyway, let's take a look at the appearance first.

He called up the system mirror and looked at the mirror.

He met a pair of stagnant eyes.

It seems that the emotions inside have been completely buried, leaving only a dark stagnant water.When he looked into the eyes in the mirror, he seemed to see a silent tombstone in those eyes.

The face of this body is pale, the contours of the face are extremely thin, and the lip color is also very light. The whole body seems to be composed of light colors, only the pair of deep black eyes with a texture like glass beads attract people's attention.

...a very decadent and beautiful face.Although feeling too weak.

She doesn't look very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

And when he looked at the person in the mirror, he suddenly saw himself smiling.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of his mouth to make sure he didn't smile.

……baffling.

Walking to the table on the creaking floor, he saw a dilapidated notebook lying on the yellowed table.

[You found the item (**'s diary), do you want to start reconnaissance? (Clues obtained by reconnaissance are associated with spirit and wisdom)]

Su Mingan opened the diary.

And at this moment, he suddenly felt something moving at the edge of his pitch-black field of vision.

He turned his head quickly, but it was still the same wall, nothing abnormal.

The plaster seemed to be coming off at any moment, and the room looked extremely old, as if it had been there for many years.As he looked at the wall, it seemed to him that the plain white wall had eyes too, staring at him in silence.

He turned back and opened his notebook.

【……I'm dying. 】

The first thing I saw was a line of bright red characters.

[...I've been here for a long, long time. 】

[But no one, no one, can really...]

[I looked down and saw the abyss.So, I jumped down, into the abyss. 】

[My tombstone is left on the cliff, and no one knows about the tombstone. 】

[My goal has been achieved. 】

[For... I accepted the experiment...]

Su Mingan flipped through several pages but they were all blank, so he simply erected the notebook and flipped through the pages quickly.

Until finally, the paper reached the last page.

It appeared a paragraph completely unrelated to the previous text.

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[Despair spreads across the world. 】

【Despair pollutes life. 】

[Desperation cannot be suppressed. 】

[It is crazy, frenzied, seething, and unstoppable. 】

【I looked up and saw the boundless ocean. There was no halo on the surface of the sea, and there was no light in front of my eyes. 】

[Dead skins, wandering ghosts, we parasitize here, like a dead seedling looking downward for a little bit of living space, like a fish in dead water thirsting for the last bit of air. 】

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【*You got the clue one (**'s diary)】

[Clue [-]. **'s diary:

[He is talented and capable, but he chooses to paint the ground as a prison at his most glorious moment, standing in front of the intersection of life and death and struggling repeatedly. 】

【As a result, he became a weak person through and through, a skin willing to fall, a buffoon in the eyes of others. 】

[He is in a difficult situation, he is on the verge of an abyss. 】

【He looked down and saw the abyss, so he jumped down, into the abyss. 】

[His tombstone was left on the cliff, and no one knows about this tombstone. 】

【—And when people saw him afterwards, he was still dazzling. 】】

……

[Activate identity task **]

[Identity task: Get back your name.

A real name is extremely precious to everyone. 】

……

He tried to put the notebook into the backpack, but suddenly found that he couldn't put it in.

[In this dungeon, items cannot be put into the backpack at will. 】

[The temporary item bar is open. 】

[You can put some specific items into the temporary inventory and take them away. 】

[On some routes, the temporary item bar must carry certain items, otherwise it will cause the route to deviate. 】

……

A tool bar appeared directly below the field of vision.There are three slots in between, meaning he can carry three items.

He dragged the notebook into the inventory, occupying a grid.

He found that there was still room under the table, and when he bent down to look down, there was still nothing underneath.

"Squeak—" He straightened up, saw the drawer that had just been closed, and opened it again unconsciously.

He pushed the drawer back and looked at the last clue point in the room.

Wardrobe.

"Squeak-"

The pale light poured in for a moment, and the stacked hospital gowns made the monotonous blue and white mixed together, like layers of rags.

He opened the clothes one by one, and when he got to the bottom one, he saw a touch of snow-like white.It was a white coat, a doctor's attire.

[Detected to carry specific items]

He dragged the white coat into the prop rack, feeling a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone blew on it.

He turned his head and saw the drawer that was suddenly opened again.

"..."

This drawer seems to have a mind of its own.

He turned around again to see if there was anything else in the closet.

...but saw that the wardrobe door, which was originally open, was completely closed at this time.

It closed silently, without even the wind and sound of the cabinet door moving, as if it had never been opened.

The bright yellow wardrobe is reflecting light, and the shadow of him standing can be vaguely seen.

The scorching light mixed strangely with the blurred projection, and the pale light splashed back into his eyes.

He closed his eyes.

……

[Don't let them hear it. 】

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【Current san value: 70】

(End of this chapter)