first player

Chapter 220 Chapter 210 Eight · "Do you know it's wrong?"

[No. 27 Student Files Rocker]

[The charge is poor. 】

……

Before Su Mingan could take a closer look, the file flowed into his clue column like a stream of light.

The weirdo stood on top of the podium, reaching out as if to hug them.

"My dear children," said the weirdo.

The players looked vigilant and their bodies tensed up.

"—You are rebellious children."

The weirdo spoke with a rising tone.

The halo flowed on his body, and the white bandage seemed to be shining.

"Your parents sent you to this paradise for correction—you need to become obedient and good children and become our "excellent students"."

"Be obedient, receive treatment, work hard to correct it, and then - grow up to be an obedient and good boy!"

As the strange man said, his whole body seemed to be bathed in clear light.

[The sixth dungeon, Baisha Paradise, is officially opened. 】

["Victims of the times, the increasing number of dark figures, and the mediocre skins that cannot be resisted."

"—They say that we are the future of society."]

……

[Please try your best to escape from this endless hell. 】

……

"Today is your first day here." The weird man said, clapping his hands: "From today onwards, you must study hard to become the adults you dreamed of."

"Opening the cabinet of the desk, the first thing we learn is to copy the rules and regulations about Baisha Paradise within an hour. There are no rules, no circles. Since you have become our students, you must abide by the rules here... ..."

Beside the table, there is indeed a cabinet.

Su Mingan opened the drawer and saw a thin notebook, a stack of writing paper, and a signature pen full of ink.

No one did anything out of the ordinary, even the pretending "first player" took out things obediently at this time.

"Timing begins."

The weirdo said, standing aside, as if he was going to stand there and wait for them to finish writing.

The hands of the clock on the wall moved faithfully, and it was 06:30 in the morning.

The barrage is still being discussed, and it seems much happier than him.

[Sooner or later, I will die laughing at the clown in the dungeon. 】

【Hahahaha actually met the real master, how embarrassing it must be...】

[Brother Meng, has anyone found out which live broadcast room the fake product is in?Let's join forces to flush him out!]

[I didn't find it... Maybe that guy didn't start the live broadcast, if he did, he would be sprayed to death. 】

[Speaking of which, from what I've seen along the way, is Brother Ming'an like that?Why do I feel that that person deserves a beating, I really want to beat him...]

[The first player is invisible, how can we mortals can imitate, others are just imitating. 】

[Indeed, that person was embarrassed just looking at it, and he didn't know if the players present were blind or what, but he believed it. 】

[It's still me, Brother Ming'an, who pretended not to show any traces, it was natural. 】

[The main people are real cows...]

[Mainly because Lin Jiang is stupid. 】

[Indeed, Lin Jiang is stupid, I can't even tell +1]

【+2】

【You don't need to say that Lin Jiang is stupid...】

[Sit and wait for the horse to fall, I am really amused. 】

【…】

Su Mingan picked up the pen, and opened the notebook with clear rules and regulations.

As soon as he opened it, he felt dizzy for a while.

The san value fluctuated like crazy, as long as he fixed his eyes on the notebook and started to read those words, he felt a wave of dizziness rising continuously, and the dark corner of his vision was also constantly expanding.

The words written on the pale paper are not in the language of any country, and there is no translation, but lines of words like ghostly symbols. Just looking at it makes people feel dizzy.

He looked up to see that other people were showing similar symptoms.Some people can't write, some people look ugly, and even the "first player" doesn't look well.

Su Mingan suddenly noticed that Lin Jiang behind him was writing quickly, as if he was not affected at all.

... Lin Jiang was not affected.

Then, the difference between Lin Jiang and himself is...

Holding the pen, he began to switch states.After reading the article for five seconds, the "shadow" state instantly increased.

The high spirit point changed instantly, and the next moment, he found that his vision was much clearer.

He took a pen and began to copy according to the pattern of the ghostly talisman.

The hour hand gradually points to the number seven, and half an hour has passed.

The strange man in a white coat has been standing quietly in the shadow of the corner of the classroom, frozen as if motionless, like a white statue.

Su Mingan even had the energy to check the situation of other players.

Looking at it, he found that the others seemed to be struggling.Most of the people were ashen-faced and their eyes were dull. Many people even chose to put down their pens and lean back on the soft chairs with their eyes closed.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a player fell on the table and made a huge shock, and he seemed to have passed out.

At this time, the strange man also slowly walked over.

"It's a bad boy."

said the weirdo.

"He was disobedient, didn't copy homework as required, and even fell asleep in class because he didn't have a good rest at night." He said: "Such a child cannot be cured at all. He is too rebellious. It’s not sincere to [correct].”

"..." Su Mingan frowned upon hearing such words.

The weirdo dragged the player up from the table, pushed him onto the chair and sat down, with a "click", the iron ring tightened, and the hands of the unconscious player were completely fixed on the armrest.

Watching this scene, the barrage that was still joyful was eerily quiet for a while.

Although the audience can choose the first perspective, they are only looking at a picture, and can only see a slightly dim field of vision, and will not have the same feeling as the player.

After all, it is separated by a layer of screen.

And the strange smell, the cool wind, and the strange atmosphere in this environment all the time... Sight, hearing, and smell are all stimulating people from the five senses.

It's like watching a movie and experiencing it in reality, the feeling is completely different.

Players who are really in this environment can feel the extremely distinct sense of depression that seems to permeate the air.

After the unconscious player's hands were clasped, the weirdo pressed a button on the back of the chair.

The body of the unconscious player instantly seemed to flow through vertical and horizontal ripples.He suddenly opened his eyelids and let out a shrill scream, like a death row prisoner shouting for help.

He seemed to want to break free, and the muscles all over his body began to exert force, but his body seemed to be frozen in place. Even his unfettered legs were firmly fixed in place, and liquid began to flow out of his body, like the water in his body Or interstitial fluid, the skin also began to slowly turn black, like dead bark.

"Ahhh—help, help—!"

The hoarse scream echoed in the quiet classroom.

The person on the seat convulsed and twitched like a goose whose neck was strangled.

The current flowed on his body, and he was like a shriveled skin sack that had been drained of all the moisture from his body.

Everyone watched this scene without speaking.

The horror of the suffering of the same kind permeated the hearts of the people, but no one forced their heads, and everyone sat quietly in their seats.

There was a faint layer of blood in the center of the field of vision, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The original joyful barrage finally changed the subject.

【……this. 】

[I'm beginning to be glad that I didn't choose to end up in this copy. 】

[Real warriors... I'm scared when I look at it, electric shock, isn't this for prisoners, isn't this an academy...]

[The person said "correction", so this should be a hospital, but why did the hospital use electric shock...]

[Do you still want to have a serious hospital in the dungeon?That must be impossible. 】

【It's like being executed, it's really scary...】

[Really think this kind of situation only exists in the dungeon?There are many such treatments in reality, only you can't think of it. Sometimes, the reality is more dramatic than the copy. 】

[This scene is quite famous, there are similar examples in reality...]

Su Mingan's gaze was fixed on that sculptural white monster.

【Activate Powerful Skill】

[NPC (Xia Luoyang), initial favorability: 60]

[The skill starts to activate, please pay attention to keep your sight. 】

[NPC (Xia Luoyang), favorability: 60+10+10...]

……

60 initial favorability.

quite high.

He remembered that at the beginning of the fifth world, Hui Shuhang, who had taken care of Qinwang for so many years, had only 50 initial favorability.

Reminiscent of his identity as a "doctor", perhaps the role he played had a connection with that weird person.

He kept his gaze and watched the favorability increase little by little.

[NPC (Xia Luoyang), favorability: 100]

[Current Favorability Evaluation: Eternal Trust]

[Note: The current favorability has reached (friendship line · highest)]

……

The eccentric man in a white coat, who was originally focused on electroshock therapy, took a look this way.

There was a light "click".

The shocks stopped.

The player didn't seem to be dead yet, just slumped on the seat, like a puddle of ooze whose bones had been sucked out.His eyes were blank, his body exuded a burnt smell, and he couldn't help muttering something.

"Do you know what's wrong? My child." The weirdo asked him with a smile.

The player didn't speak, just nodded numbly.

"Be obedient," said the weirdo.

The player nodded, stretched out a slightly trembling hand, picked up the pen, his movements were stiff, and his face was ashen.

He was like a puppet controlled by an invisible thread, stretching out his wooden limbs, holding a pen extremely stiffly to write.However, the previous posture of laborious copying is no longer there, and his pen is writing ghostly symbols one by one quickly, and the movements are extremely smooth.

Su Mingan suddenly remembered the system prompt at the beginning.

The system has reminded that depending on the player's san value, there will be completely different customs clearance routes.

After the player experienced the electric shock, his san value may have been greatly reduced. Therefore, his behavior seemed to be "integrated" into it, and there was no obstacle to copying that kind of text.

Su Mingan thought of a possibility.

Perhaps, experiencing electric shocks is not exactly a punishment, but an additional clearance route.

A little sweat appeared on Mo Yan's face. He seemed to be struggling a little, and bloodshot eyes had already appeared in his eyes.

Lin Jiang looked very relaxed, and she also put down her pen at this time. The moment they looked at each other, she immediately looked away as if shocked, and lowered her head.

The guy pretending to be "Player One" didn't look too good either, but the transcribing was also done to the end.

Su Mingan looked back after watching the circle.

On the podium, the sculpture-like weirdo was silently watching him.After being forcibly raised to the highest favorability level, that person didn't seem to have any extra movement.

Time passes quickly.

During the period, another player who couldn't hold on suffered an electric shock.

Their postures after the electric shock were different—some fell into a coma directly, some kept mumbling to themselves, some suddenly screamed loudly, laughed very strangely, as if they were crazy, and some sat numbly in their original positions , It seems that there is no response to the voice of the outside world.

When the time was up, the weirdo took everyone's paper away. After passing by Su Ming'an and taking the paper away, the weirdo didn't move again.

Su Mingan raised his head.

He saw the strange man reaching out and taking off the sunglasses, revealing a somewhat blurred darkness.

He didn't seem to really see each other's eyes.As if he saw the entangled black silk thread, the blood-red shadow swayed in front of him, and after blinking lightly, he saw a blackness like an eternal night.

He narrowed his eyes.

The blue sky fell before his eyes.

……

[Current San value: 50]

(End of this chapter)