Chapter 220 Chapter 218 · “Do you know you are wrong?”

 【No. 27·Student Archives·Lockel】

　　【The crime is poverty. 】

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

The weirdo stood on the podium and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hug them.

 “My dear children,” the weirdo said.

 The players looked alert and their bodies tensed.

 “—You are rebellious children.”

The weirdo said, his tone rising.

 The halo of light flowed around 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 into a good, obedient child!”

As the weirdo spoke, his whole body seemed to be bathed in clear light.

  【The sixth copy·White Sand Paradise is officially opened. 】

“Victims of the times, the increasing numbers of figures in the dark, and the mediocre skin that cannot resist.”

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

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

 …

“Today is your first day here.” The weirdo said and clapped his hands: “From today on, you must start studying hard to become the adults you dream of.”

"Opening the cabinet on the desk, the first item we learn is to copy the rules and precepts about Baisha Paradise within an hour. Without rules, there is no circle. 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 composition paper, and a signature pen filled with ink.

 No one did anything out of the ordinary, even the pretentious “first player” obediently took out his things.

"Timing begins."

The weirdo said, standing aside, as if waiting for them to finish writing.

 The hands of the clock on the wall are moving faithfully. It is now half past six in the morning.

The barrage was still discussing and looked much happier than him.

　　【Sooner or later I will be laughed to death by the clown in the copy. 】

  【Hahahahaha, I actually met the rightful owner, how embarrassing it must be...】

　　【Brother Meng, has anyone found out which live broadcast room the fake is in? Let’s fight him together!]

　　【Not found...Maybe that guy didn't start the live broadcast. If he did, he would be sprayed to death. 】

　　　【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 has no appearance, how can we mortals be able to imitate him? Others are just imitating others. 】

　　【Indeed, that person felt embarrassed just looking at it, and I don't know if the players present were blind or something, but they actually believed it. 】

　　　【Brother Ming An is still pretending to be invisible and natural. 】

  【The main person is really awesome...】

  【Mainly Lin Jiangsi. 】

 【Indeed, Lin Jiang is stupid, you can’t even see this +1】

ˆ【+2】

  【There is no need to say that Lin Jiang is stupid...】

　　【I am really amused by waiting for my horse to fall off. 】

　　【…】

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

As soon as he opened it, he felt dizzy.

The value of ˆˆˆˆ was fluctuating like crazy. As soon as he fixed his eyes on the notebook and started to read the words, he felt a wave of dizziness rising, and the dark corners of his vision continued to expand.

The words written on the pale paper are not in the language of any country and have no translation. They are lines of words that look like ghostly drawings. Just looking at them makes people feel dizzy.

 He looked up and saw that others were experiencing similar symptoms. Some people couldn't write, some looked ugly, and even the "number one player" didn't look good.

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.

So, the difference between Lin Jiang and myself is...

 He held the pen and began to switch states. After reading the message for five seconds, the "shadow" state suddenly appeared.

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

He took the pen and started copying according to the pattern of the ghostly drawing.

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

The weirdo in a white coat has been standing quietly in the shadow of the corner of the classroom, frozen and motionless, like a white statue.

Su Mingan even had time to check out other players' situations.

At this glance, he found that the others seemed to be struggling. Most people's faces were ashen 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 to recover.

 “Bang!”

 Suddenly, a player fell on the table and made a huge noise. He seemed to have fainted.

At this time, the weirdo slowly walked over.

 “This is a bad boy.”

The weirdo said.

"He was disobedient, did not copy homework as required, and even fell asleep in class because he did not have a good night's rest." He said: "Such a child cannot be [treated] well at all. He is too rebellious. It’s not [corrected] sincerely.”

“…” Su Mingan frowned when he heard this.

The weirdo dragged the player up from the table, pushed him to the chair and sat down. With a "click", the iron ring tightened, and the unconscious player's hands were completely fixed on the armrests.

 Looking at this scene, the originally joyful barrage became strangely quiet for a while.

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

  After all, it is separated by a screen.

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

 Just like watching a movie and experiencing it in real life, the feeling is completely different.

 Players who are actually 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 all the muscles in his body began to exert force, but his body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move. Even his unbound legs were firmly fixed in place, and liquid began to flow out of his body, like water in his body. Or tissue fluid, the skin also begins to slowly turn black, like dead tree bark.

 “Ah ah ah—help, help—!”

　　Hoarse screams echoed in the quiet classroom.

 The person on the seat was twitching all over, like a goose that had been strangled by the neck.

Electricity flowed through his body, and he was like a shriveled skin that had been drained of all moisture.

 Everyone watched this scene without saying a word.

The fear of similar suffering permeated people's hearts, but no one stepped forward and everyone sat quietly in their own seats.

 There was a faint layer of blood floating in the center of the field of vision, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

The originally joyful barrage finally changed the topic.

【…this. 】

　　【I am beginning to be glad that I did not choose to end up in this instance. 】

　　【A true warrior... I am scared when I look at it. Electric shock, isn't it used on prisoners? Isn't this an academy...】

　　【That person said "correction", so this should be a hospital, but why does the hospital use electric shock...】

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

　　【This is like an execution, it is really terrifying...】

　　【Do you really think this situation only exists in dungeons? There are many such therapies in reality, but you can’t imagine that sometimes reality is more dramatic than copy. 】

　　【This scene is quite famous, there are similar examples in reality...】

Su Mingan’s eyes were trained on the sculptural white man.

  【Activate the skills of the person in power】

 【NPC (Xia Luoyang), initial favorability: 60】

  【The skill starts to activate, please keep your sight. 】

 【NPC (Xia Luoyang), favorability: 60+10+10…】

 …

An initial favorability score of 60.

 Pretty high.

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

Thinking of my identity as a "doctor", maybe the role I played had some connection with that weirdo.

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

 【NPC (Xia Luoyang), favorability: 100】

 【Current favorability evaluation: Eternal trust】

 【Note: The current favorability level has reached (Friendship Line·Highest)】

 …

The weirdo in the white coat who was originally focused on electroshock therapy glanced this way.

 There is a soft "click" sound.

 The electric shock stopped.

The player didn't seem to be dead yet, he just slumped in his seat, like a puddle of soft mud that had all his bones removed. His eyes were dull, his body exuded a burnt smell, and he kept mumbling something.

“Do you know what’s wrong? My child.” The weirdo asked him with a smile.

The player didn't speak and just nodded numbly.

 “Be obedient,” said the weirdo.

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

He is like a puppet controlled by invisible threads, stretching out his wooden limbs and holding the pen extremely stiffly to write. However, the laborious copying posture before was no longer there. His pen was writing ghost symbols one by one quickly, and his movements were 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 clearance routes.

The player may have significantly lowered his sanity value after experiencing the electric shock. Therefore, his behavior seemed to be "integrated" into it, and there was no obstacle to copying the text.

Su Mingan thought of a possibility.

Perhaps, experiencing electric shock is not entirely a punishment, but also an additional route to pass the level.

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

Lin Jiang looked very relaxed. She also put down her pen at this time. The moment they looked at each other, she immediately withdrew her gaze and lowered her head as if she was frightened.

　　The person pretending to be the "first player" doesn't look too good either, but the copying is coming to an end.

Su Mingan looked back after looking around.

On the podium, the sculpture-like weirdo was watching him silently. After being forcibly raised to the highest favorability level, that person seemed to have no additional movement.

 Time passed quickly.

During this period, another player who could not hold on suffered an electric shock.

Their postures after the electric shock were different - some passed out directly, some kept mumbling to themselves, some suddenly screamed loudly and laughed weirdly, as if they were crazy, and some sat numbly. There seems to be no response to outside sounds.

When the time was up, the weirdo took away everyone’s papers. After passing by Su Mingan and taking away the paper, the weirdo didn’t move again.

Su Mingan raised his head.

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

 He doesn’t seem to really see the other person’s eyes. As if he saw entangled black threads, blood-red shadows swayed in front of him. After blinking slightly, he saw a blackness like eternal night.

 He narrowed his eyes.

 The blue sky fell before his eyes.

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  【Current San value: 50】

 (End of this chapter)