Chapter 223 Chapter 221·"Brother, as long as you're fine"

 Mo Yan walked in the corridor, listening to the discussions of other players.

 He felt a little hesitant.

 Eradicated, space vibrated, white cat, Arman’s sword.

 His big brother... is simply a 100% copy of the first player.

 He didn’t quite dare to believe this possibility. He would rather believe that the eldest brother is the eldest brother and the great **** is the great god.

 Two real and fake first players are placed in front of him. He wants to believe both of them, and he doesn’t want to believe either one.

If the eldest brother is really a great god...

 He raised his head and suddenly saw a new staircase.

That is a staircase that curves upwards and leads to the fourth floor. At this time, it was a brilliant red in the twilight, and the handrails seemed to be glowing.

Logically speaking, it was time to go back to his room, and he had to get back to his room as soon as possible, let alone go to the fourth floor, which had never been opened.

 However, judging from the situation just now, the eldest brother probably followed that weirdo up.

　　…Elder brother has saved him, after all, more than once.

 The eldest brother is also a good person. He feels sorry for him very much.

If you can go up quietly without being discovered by that weirdo...

 Mo Yan stood there and hesitated.

Soon, he heard a noise coming from upstairs. The floorboards creaked, as if someone was walking down.

Other people who were discussing also turned their heads and looked towards the stairs.

The young man carrying a light slowly walked down the stairs. The sunset, as thick as blood, shone on his body, and the blue and white hospital gown seemed to be glowing.

  “—Big brother!”

Mo Yan originally thought he would see an elder brother who had been tortured miserably by that weirdo, but he didn't expect that he would come back in good health without even a single wound on his body.

Su Mingan walked down, ignoring several looks that looked at him with inquiry.

Mo Yan hurriedly followed him, talking non-stop.

"Brother, you're fine - there's another layer of danger at night!" Mo Yan repeated the rules, as if to remind him: "Brother, the rules say that at night there will be doctors looking for students to execute...Brother, you sleep at night Don’t sleep too much when you are there, it’s best to set up some defensive formations or the like, otherwise you may be attacked by surprise..."

  Mo Yan’s words were filled with uncontrollable concern.

Su Mingan did not respond.

 He just walked downstairs slowly at his original speed.

 Third floor, second floor.

A **** light shrouded the heads of the two men, and behind them stretched out a twisted shadow that was too long and seemed to be out of control at any time.

 When he walked to the corridor on the first floor, the player who played the role of the first player was also about to enter the door.

 He glanced at Su Mingan, his eyes wary.

He remembered that in the cafeteria, this guy, as if he was sick, used a space vibration skill like a nervous system.

 Who is the other party...?

"Hey, you-" He stretched out his hand, wanting to test it, and suddenly saw Su Ming'an also stretched out his hand.

 It's just that Su Mingan's movements were much faster than him.

 “Bang—!”

The wall powder fell off, making a tiny crackling sound.

 The whole building seemed to be shaken. Mo Yan took half a step back and almost lost his balance. He felt as if the underground floor was shaking from side to side, and he felt like he was in a cabin floating in the sea.

In front of him, his eldest brother's hand was firmly on the throat of the "number one player".

Su Mingan's movements were too fast. Mo Yan just blinked and saw the "number one player" being pushed against the wall without any resistance.

The player has his eyes open.

His face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He seemed to be struggling and moving his limbs wildly, but Su Mingan's eyes also flashed a stream of light the color of the sky and the sea.

The man's eyes were stunned, as if he was confused.

The next moment, Su Mingan's other hand hit the man's abdomen hard.

Mo Yan felt the floor shake again.

Like a giant hammer hitting a meat pie, the man's lower abdomen instantly shriveled up like a burst balloon. Sporadic blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth. The doubtful look in his eyes gradually dimmed.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ification.

 The body fell to the ground and there was great movement.

 Several players who had just descended to the first floor stopped in their tracks when they saw this brutal scene.

 They froze on the spot, not expecting that the "number one player" would be unable to fight back.

Su Mingan let go of his hand and walked towards his room at the end.

Mo Yan hurriedly stepped forward and turned over the "first player"'s body to see if he was still breathing. I breathed a sigh of relief when I found out that the person was not dead yet.

 Then, without any intention of taking care of his first player, he turned around and ran towards Su Mingan.

 “That...big brother, big brother!”

Su Mingan stopped slightly.

"Brother, why did you hit him? Oh, by the way, brother, did you feel unhappy with him..."

　　“No displeasure.”

Mo Yan opened his eyes: "Brother, why..."

 “I had hallucinations...I just saw it wrong.” Su Mingan said:

 “Don’t follow me.”

 He heard his eldest brother drop his words.

"…leave me alone."

 He saw his eldest brother approaching the room directly.

 Brother is looking back.

 The eldest brother glanced at him.

 Looking at his elder brother, he suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.

 Just because of those pure, cold eyes.

Like a falcon watching a rabbit, or like a wave rushing towards a beach crab, with a sense of turbulence and determination that made him seem to have nowhere to escape.

Looks like someone out of society, like a madman. But this madman can also take human lives. When a madman picks up a shotgun, you never know who he's going to shoot next without warning.

Mo Yan stood there, the fear in his heart amplifying a little bit. He moved his eyes and made a slight noise from his mouth.

 The door opens, the door closes.

The door is closed inside, and the light inside is tilted and squeezed out.

 After the light sources gradually connected into a line, the figure pulling out the long line was completely isolated.

 …

  【First night】

  【Your identity is: doctor. 】

　　【Execution target: No. 7, Locke. 】

　　【Players are asked to travel equipped with identity props representing doctors, act in strict accordance with Baisha Doctor's Code, and punish guilty students. 】

【Besides executing the students, players can freely explore the open areas and obtain additional clues. 】

 【Currently open areas: the first floor of the student dormitory, the second floor of the student dormitory, the third floor (large classroom, canteen, laboratory), the fourth floor (Baisha Teacher's Office·Xia Luoyang, monitoring room)】

 …

Su Mingan sat on the bed and put on his white coat.

 He buttoned up his buttons, adjusted his cuffs, and stood up.

 【As a "doctor" player, you obtain temporary props·scalpel】

  【(Scalpel): A scalpel with an absolutely sharp attribute (only effective against creatures at night). Carrying it will help you become a more benevolent and just Baisha doctor. *^_^*】

The light dimmed and turned into a sharp scalpel, the surface of the knife reflecting light like a mirror. He held the handle of the knife and saw his own eyes like stagnant water on the surface of the knife.

 The game mechanics are not too perfect for players who are doctors, and they also give away a weapon that sounds very bluffing.

 …However, for him, having it is almost the same as not having it.

 He glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven o'clock.

He didn't get any information from Xia Luoyang. This teacher seemed to be really not afraid of death. Even if he did it to that extent, he still wouldn't let go.

Xia Luoyang is probably not a good person. He still remembers how he electrocuted several players to the point of death during the day.

 The students are sick, and so are the teachers.

 …He is a doctor.

 He is probably sick too.

  He raised the scalpel in his hand and looked at his eyes above the blade.

 The san value in the upper left corner is 48 points.

 …That’s not good.

He glanced at the barrage, which was even more anxious than him.

　　【It’s over, Brother Ming An, who is so violent, is not my Brother Ming An...】

  【Punch the NPC and kick the impostor! This is right!】

　　【But it’s really not normal, it’s so abnormal...has it reached the point where it’s almost out of control? 】

　　【I feel Mo Yan also has a problem, everyone has a problem, the entire copy has a problem...】

　　【My heart aches when I see Mo Yan, a spirited young man. He really looks like Wang Xingkong...】

　　　【Grass, don't mention Wang Xingkong, my lungs are already hurting. 】

                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Whoever mentioned it first, I feel so immersed in it, I have already started to cry. 】

　　【Ming An'an, look at us...do you still remember us? This is just a copy, don’t be affected by it!!]

　　【He doesn’t know how to read the barrage... I feel that this is no longer just a matter of whether a perfect clearance can be achieved. If the first player is directly driven crazy by this copy...】

　　【Just here, what's going on in this live broadcast room, which is just like chatting on the World Channel? Why is the atmosphere so heavy? 】

　　【You really need to lose something before you know how to cherish it. Before, I always complained that the first player was not decisive enough in killing, but now I feel scared when I see him who is so cruel...】

 【It’s over, I finally feel a little normal, this, this...】

　　【I hope you are okay, I really hope you are okay, I don't even want to make that imposter's joke. 】

 …

Su Ming'an looked at the barrage rushing by like a storm, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

 “I’m fine,” he said.

 The barrage was strangely still for a moment.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　? ? ? Did I hear wrongly? 】

　　【…】

　　【He has spoken, right? 】

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 Finished. 】

　　　Okay, this time it’s really not normal. 】

　　　Okay, this time someone really has a problem. 】

　　【The first player actually responded to the barrage. I'm fine. I think he is no longer the same person as before. Brother Ming'an has gone crazy. 】

　　　【Can actually respond to the barrage... It's been 800 years, this is the first time I've seen it, I guess the sanity value has been lost. 】

　　　…”

Su Mingan minimizes the barrage.

Although the barrages were stupid, they did make him realize that this was a copy of the game.

 He opened the door. The corridor was still dark, and nothing could be seen, as if a corner of the drawing paper had been suddenly torn apart.

He heard the system prompt:

 【As a player with the identity of "Doctor", you get temporary props·Doctor glasses】

　　　【(Doctor's Glasses): Glasses that can clearly see hidden scenes at night (only effective at night). Wearing them will help you become a more kind and just Baisha doctor. *^_^*】

 (End of this chapter)