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Chapter 221 Chapter 210 "My Dear Doctor"

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

In the chaos, he heard someone shouting loudly.

He wanted to raise his hand and move, but his body seemed to be completely cut off from his brain. A thick darkness like a dark cloud was pressing in front of his eyes, and his eyelids seemed to be as heavy as gold and stone.

He wanted to open his mouth and inhale, and the airflow suddenly poured into his lungs, and when it was scraped from his throat, it still seemed to have a fragmentary flocculent touch.

"Cough cough cough..."

He was woken up by his own coughing.

Gradually regaining control over his body, he saw a blinding, white light.

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

The young man stretched out his hands and removed the white ball on his chest.

"Brother, I don't know where this white cat came from... It's so fat and heavy. I removed it, and it jumped up by itself..." Mo Yan threw the cat to the floor like bouldering. There was a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.The white shadow quickly jumped up again, and Su Mingan slapped it out with one hand like playing tennis.

"Oh!"

The white dumpling slammed heavily on the wall, causing the wall powder to fall off and rustle.

Su Mingan sat up, the orange number in the upper left corner was clearly 50.

so low.

No wonder, he felt that things were not normal.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the system time, which was five thirty in the afternoon.

...sleeping for a long time.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Just in the morning... Brother, you fainted after being looked at by that strange man, but he didn't shock you, but let a girl send you back... After that, we recited the history of the development of Baisha Paradise, and then we were beaten Forced to eat lunch, brother, you have been lying down until now." Mo Yan said: "Now is free time, other players are searching for clues, I will see if you are awake, brother."

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

"Shouldn't she be a player?" Mo Yan thought for a while and said, "She's number 29. I don't know if it's a player or an NPC, but she doesn't look like a player. She's too calm."

"Do you know her name?"

Mo Yan thought for a while, and took out a name from his memory:
"The weirdo called her [Dong Xue]."

... winter snow.

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

【Get the key clue · Dongxue】

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

"No matter when, she is so young."

"—like I used to be."]

……

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

The words in front of him seemed to be twisted together, as if intertwined in a broken vortex.

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

With five fingers bent into a grasping gesture, he stretched out his hand, trying to hold this line of clues in his hand, as if he could completely decipher it by doing so.

"—Brother?"

Mo Yan's words interrupted his movements.

He quickly withdrew 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 Arman's sword, the white cat, all these signs combined, he didn't believe Mo Yan and couldn't see that he was suspicious.

His skills are exactly the same as those of 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 the finger, black light flickered like a dancing fire.

"—Big Brother, Big Brother?"

Mo Yan next to him couldn't help making a sound, with a little panic in his voice.He felt that the elder brother who had just woken up had a sudden abnormal look in his eyes.

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

Cold, empty, as if looking at everything.

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

...It is a sense of crisis that if you don't pay attention, you will be killed in an instant.

Mo Yan never thought that his kind elder brother would show him such a look.

"Big brother, do you have some mental problems? Big brother, big brother, be normal! Come on big brother, come and imitate me to take a deep breath, breathe...breathe..."

Mo Yan took a few steps back, using the relaxation trick he learned before being involved in the game.

He saw his eldest brother slowly close his eyes.

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

The sense of crisis that could swallow him up at any time faded away little by little.

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

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, then looked away.

"I'm more dangerous," he said.

"..."

Mo Yan also fell silent.

After what happened just now, he can't guarantee whether his dear elder brother will suddenly attack him one day.

In this dungeon, the player's mental state seems to be very unstable. If they fail to keep the teammates who were discussing clues one moment, they will fall into madness the next moment.

Mo Yan saw his eldest brother standing by the bed, with his head down, not speaking.

The blue and white hospital gown was put on him, and the long scars on his pale skin were particularly hideous and glaring.

"Brother, you should sleep more." Mo Yan said: "Although I don't know what that weird person did to my brother, but after that, my brother seems to be not normal... I heard that sleeping is the best way to recover , Brother, you must ensure that you sleep at night."

"If it's in a game, making a wreath on your head might also be effective in restoring your mental state..."

Mo Yan heard his elder brother muttering to himself.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing: "Brother, you really know how to laugh, and you can still make jokes at this time..."

He smiled and suddenly met Su Mingan's stagnant eyes.

As if being pulled in by the blackness in it, Mo Yan felt a palpitation when he saw the opponent's eyes.

The pitch-black silk thread slowly broke into his field of vision.

The twisting, suddenly enlarged dark corner was compressing his field of vision.

Mo Yan froze in place, his breathing gradually shallow.

The icy air rushed straight from the trachea and poured into the lungs, the stomach seemed to be swallowed by gold, and the calf was weak, as if something was dragging him down.

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

... It seems that the eldest brother is not joking.

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

In the next moment, Su Mingan turned his head.

The converging lines of sight staggered apart.

The big hand that seemed to be clutching the heart was suddenly released, and Mo Yan took half a step back, almost losing his footing.

He leaned on the wall, panting heavily, trembling like a sieve, with panic in his eyes.

Cold sweat rolled down Mo Yan's cheeks, he was panting, his fingers bent unconsciously.

...just a look.

Simple, looking at each other with his big brother who is also a player.

His san value instantly dropped by five points.

His footsteps moved out little by little, and the floor creaked.

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

Then, his footsteps finally stopped at the door.

"...Brother, I'll go now." Mo Yan said with some difficulty.

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

The creaking floorboards continued, and with the sound of the wooden door closing with a bang, 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 stretched out his hand and opened the clue bar.

The first one in it, the words [No. 27 · Student File · Rocker] are clearly visible.

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

【Student No. 27 Rocker】

[The charge is poor. 】

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

This Rocker should be one of the players, and he will get the real file of this person on Zhai Xing.

He stabilized his mind and continued to read.

……

【Rocker of Grand Country, whose real age is 48 years old, comes from a poor family and has a criminal experience. After being released from prison, he lived on the streets and became a homeless man in Central Park. 】

[Living by picking up trash and begging, he got his own place after successfully enlisting the kindness of a rich woman. 】

[The residence is an abandoned small workshop, the environment is extremely poor, and there is no water and electricity. 】

[The rich woman left the city soon, and Rocker still couldn't find a job. After being driven away by the security guards, he returned to wandering again. 】

[Rocker has been walking alone, his body is full of the smell of not taking a bath, no one is near him, no one cares about him, no one supports him. 】

【Wrapped in the duvet he picked up, he slept in the bridge hole when he was suffering from hunger and cold. 】

【The bridge hole is very quiet, there are no other homeless people competing with him for a place, and there are no security sticks to disturb his sleep. 】

【He slept soundly. 】

[The rickety truck passes through this bridge hole, the headlights of the truck are very bright, dazzlingly bright. 】

[Rocker has had an experience. 】

[Rocker was once shot directly by a high-brightness flashlight in his sleep, and was briefly blinded when he opened his eyes.He didn't want to encounter such a thing again. 】

【"What is this, it's too bright."】

【He reluctantly wrapped himself in the duvet, murmured, closed his eyes, and turned over, not wanting to be disturbed in his sleep. 】

[The truck's tires run over his body, and he wakes up from his sleep. 】

【The blood exploded like fireworks and fell into the soil around him. 】

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

【He opened his eyes, looking at the headlights that almost made him blind, like looking at the sunlight in the daytime. 】

[The sun is bright and warm. 】

[The headlights are very bright, but it only makes him feel cold. 】

【His consciousness is detached, and the pain is like a raging ocean wave. 】

【"He was poor, he had committed crimes, and he was a bum."】

【"And the greatest crime in his life is this poverty."】

【"He was born in poverty, and he died in poverty."】

[Rocker is about to close his eyes. 】

[The world game begins at this time. 】

[The dying Rocker, almost turned into a puddle of mud, at this moment, his entire body was repaired. 】

[The rabbit floating in the sky, above the hundreds of millions of people, like hot magma, is changing his fate at this moment. 】

【It said: "Congratulations."】

[Rocker puts his hand on his chest and draws a sign of the cross. 】

【He said: "Congratulations."】

[He looks up, the sky is bright. 】

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

【"He was poor, he had committed crimes, and he was a bum."】

【"He opened his eyes when he was dying, and saw the brilliance bestowed on him by another world."】

【"He wants to get a chance to escape from death before the end of the game, and he must not be killed by that truck."】

【"He doesn't want to be a humble tramp, he wants to gain his own dignity."】

【"Such a person, such a Rocker..."】

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."】

【"You think, in Baisha Paradise, such a child."】

【"Is it judged to be an existence that can be saved?"】

【"Or... can't be cured, doomed to become waste social garbage?"】

【"What this child has is an unforgivable sin."】

【"... Or is it the past that cannot be buried for shaping such a person?"】

【"Doctor, my dear doctor."】

【"Dr. Baisha, who can heal a person's soul and execute sinners, is fair, benevolent, and saves lives and wounds."】

The handwriting became brighter red, jumping out little by little.

Like flowing blood.

……

【"Please make your decision tonight."】

(End of this chapter)