Mo Yan rolled off the bed.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

One o'clock.

"Tick, tick."

The noisy second hand made a sound every second. The original white noise, in his ears at this time, was as noisy as the beat of a drum.

He rolled on the bed again, hugging the fluffy white sheets, trying to bury himself in the soft bed.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his hands, and covered his ears, not wanting to hear those strange sounds.

...but it didn't work.

The sound of footsteps around him continued, accompanied by strange nursery rhymes, as if dozens of children were dancing and singing around him.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see blood-red lines twisting and twisting in front of his eyes, trying to drill into his brain from his eyes.

"...Mo Yan, Mo Yan."

He could even hear someone whispering his name, singing softly to the crew like a siren, and if he responded, he would be dragged to the bottom of the sea.

He buried himself in the quilt, not letting go of his hands and feet, completely covered, the whole figure was like a tortoise indented into the shell, as if this way he would not be attacked by ghosts.

But it didn't work.

All kinds of voices rang in his ears, as if he just wouldn't let him go.

It was such a strange situation that he, who originally wanted to sleep well and regain his spirits, tumbled for two hours without falling asleep.

...he knows why.

San value is too low.

Although Mo Yan's san value is still 60, but for an ordinary player with a low mental point, 60 is already low, and if it is lower, there is a danger of falling into madness.

As soon as he closes his eyes, all kinds of horror scenes will appear in his mind, blood, black, and various deep and dark colors instantly surround him, as if he closes his eyes like this, he will never be able to open them again. Totally dragged into the darkness.

Originally, he naively thought that as long as he had a good night's sleep, he would be able to restore the san value, just like what was said in the previous PC survival games.

However, at night he discovered that the san value was so low that he didn't even sleep.

Hearing the noise in his ears getting more and more rampant, he couldn't stand the weird atmosphere, he lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed.

...I'm not sleeping anymore!

Can't you sleep? Just don't let me sleep!

He knew that the game mechanism would definitely not give him a mortal situation, and there would be a way to recover if the san value was low. Since he can't sleep, he might as well find another way.

He got out of bed and was about to rummage through the room again, when suddenly he heard a very fast knock on the door.

"...Open the door, please, open the door..."

He heard a small cry for help outside the door, and seemed to see his room as a safety point.

"Who are you?" Mo Yan is not stupid, how can anyone open the door casually at night, what if there is a problem.

Moreover, he also wondered if this was his hallucination again, and there was actually no one outside the door.

"Number three, I beg you, open the door, number 30 is crazy..."

Hearing this, Mo Yan immediately stepped forward and opened the door.

The figure outside the door quickly squeezed in and got in, then closed the door with a backhand and locked it.

She leaned against the door panel, gasping for breath, as if she had survived the catastrophe, as if she was safe because of it.

Mo Yan vigilantly looked at the player who asked him for help. She was a girl with peach-colored double ponytails, fair complexion, sunken eyes, and no specific nationality. But it was visible to the naked eye that her body, on the hospital gown, was scratched by something very thin, and thin blood flowed over her arm and slowly dripped onto the floor.

"No. 30... What's wrong with him, eldest brother, tell me clearly." Mo Yan didn't mean to pity Xiangxiyu.

He opened the door only because the other party mentioned his eldest brother, otherwise, he would not have the habit of showing kindness in the middle of the night.

The girl was still gasping for breath, and seemed to be in a state of shock. She was leaning against the front door, and she couldn't stop falling in cold sweat.

In the quiet room, there was only the sound of her breathing in and out.

...but Mo Yan soon heard the movement.

outside the door.

It seemed that someone was walking slowly, and the floor outside made an orderly creaking sound, step by step, one by one, and the pace was extraordinarily stable, as if announcing the arrival of something.

Accompanied by the rapid breathing of the girl for the rest of her life, the footsteps sounded extremely terrifying at this time, as if the hunter had blocked the prey into the corner.

There is nowhere to run.

Mo Yan frowned, he knew something must have happened outside, and he regretted putting the trouble in.

"If you don't say anything, I'll kick you out." Mo Yan was about to open the door.

If he hadn't heard "No. 30" and wanted to know what happened to Big Brother, he wouldn't care about this player at all.

In this underworld copy, he has no habit of sending kindness.

"—Don't! Don't!"

The girl was terrified, as if going out was like hell, she hurriedly stopped his hand: "No. 3, No. 3, you are very familiar with No. 30, right! I saw it all day, you two talk together... Now only You can save us!"

"What's the matter?" Mo Yan heard the footsteps getting closer.

"On the 30th, he on the 30th..." The girl swallowed, "...he's a doctor."

"So?"

"He's a doctor!" The girl stared.

"Then what?" Mo Yan spread out his hands: "What does it have to do with me if the eldest brother is a doctor or a student. It's just an identity, and the eldest brother won't hurt me and saved me, I don't care what identity he is. ."

He pulled the girl's hand away and was about to push her out the door.

"Wait, wait - but he's crazy on the 30th!"

Mo Yan was taken aback.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, and even the creaking of the planks stopped for a moment.

He raised his head and saw that the originally closed wooden door was quietly pulled open, revealing a line of darkness that was isolated.

...he almost forgot.

My brother has lockpicking skills.

The girl who was leaning against the door lost her center of gravity and leaned back involuntarily. She gritted her teeth and seemed to drop something round. The next moment, the misty smoke rose up.

Before Mo Yan could see the situation outside, he was blinded by the smoke, and a [stun debuff] appeared in the upper left corner of the field of vision. He stood on the spot, fell into a brief rigidity, and heard the sound of limbs colliding next to him, but he couldn't see anything for the time being.

"Cough cough cough..."

Thick smoke rose in front of his eyes, mixed with a strange smell. He coughed a few times, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. When he rubbed his eyes dry and opened them again, he saw the smoke in front of him slowly dissipating. scene.

The doctor in a white coat stood quietly at the door, the mirror-like scalpel on his hand was stained with a sliver of blood, and the edge was like a golden border plated with indoor lights.

In those eyes that looked exceptionally clear in the warm light, there was something accumulated at this time, and the meaning in it was not strong, but it almost drowned people.

Mo Yan felt a rising dizziness just by looking at it. This feeling came quickly and strangely, like a kind of debuff.

The doctor in front of him gently shook the scalpel in his hand, and the gorgeous blood that cut his throat fell to the ground, like a cracked blood line on the floor.

He walked in, kicked away the corpse on the ground, rubbed Mo Yan's shoulder and walked in.

"Big, big brother..."

Mo Yan originally thought that the doctor's identity didn't matter - the big brother was still his big brother after all.

But it wasn't until he opened the door and really faced his elder brother who was a doctor that he felt this wave-like oppression.

He couldn't help but feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

It's like a biologically automatic fear response, like the body is instinctively withdrawing.

…like an animal meeting a natural enemy.

That is a natural fear that a player who is a "student" has when facing a "doctor".

It was precisely because of this fear that he couldn't think of fighting back, and at this moment he just wanted to run away.

No wonder... that girl player would be so scared.

He froze in place, watching the elder brother turn over his room, and then saw the elder brother's gaze towards him.

"No clues," said his elder brother.

"…what."

Hearing his elder brother's calm voice, Mo Yan finally found his own voice with difficulty.

"I've already searched, just a diary..." Mo Yan dragged a diary out of the temporary item bar and handed it to the big brother.

Su Mingan opened the diary - this diary was different from the one in his room, but the text was recognizable, roughly meaning a child who was suddenly caught in, trying to resist the teacher, the dean, and escape the record.

The content was so broad that he didn't receive any clues.

He closed the diary, only to see Mo Yan looking at him eagerly.

"Brother, I've already seen it, but I can't understand what's inside, it's like a ghost painting..." Mo Yan said.

"You don't understand?" Su Mingan opened the diary and faced him, Mo Yan still shook his head blankly.

Su Mingan took another look himself, and it was clear that there was no dyslexia.

…strangeness.

Obviously his current san value is not low, but he can still understand this strange text.

Is there something wrong with him...or is there something wrong with Mo Yan?

He returned the diary to Mo Yan and was about to leave.

"Big, big brother, are you okay..." He heard Mo Yan's stammering words coming from behind.

"I'm fine." He wondered how Mo Yan would ask such a thing.

Before, after finding out that killing students could restore san points, he met another person on the first floor, the girl with peach-colored hair.

The girl seemed to come out to see the movement, and at the moment when the door opened, her eyes just met his.

At that time, the girl looked terrified and locked the door as soon as she closed it.

Su Mingan opened the door, just about to ask her a question, when she saw her running out like a ghost, shouting that he was crazy.

His san value at that time was 52, which was just right. He didn't plan to go up, nor did he plan to go down. He planned to maintain this value all the time. In this way, you can not only see things that cannot be seen under high san values, but also maintain the basic stability of the spirit.

He no longer intends to take the initiative to kill students.

...But I didn't expect that this girl, she wanted to kill herself, and said he was crazy.

But he was clearly normal.

After she ran to Room 3, he could only follow, open the door and kill her.

Then, he saw Mo Yan who was also scared.

"…do I look scary?"

Su Mingan was puzzled.

He felt that he was no different from usual, but these two were just as afraid of him as a mouse saw a cat.

"..." Mo Yan froze in place, as if trying to liven up the atmosphere, he smiled awkwardly:

"Ahahaha..." He smiled, stiffly: "It's a little...compared to the daytime."

"Probably comes with the identity of a doctor, something similar to the halo of fear." Su Ming'an said.

... His current san value is a full 62 points, how can it be abnormal?

Compared with him, he felt that Mo Yan and these players became too sensitive under high pressure, and they were abnormal.

He actually said he was crazy... When he saw him, he ran away like a rabbit, and yelled, looking like he was taken aback... The crazy people are them.

However, his current identity should be exposed.

Su Mingan glanced at the closed wooden doors next to them, and there was silence inside.

... He and Mo Yan communicated with the door open like this in the corridor, the sound was not blocked, and everyone inside the door on both sides should have heard it.

They should all already know that he is a doctor.

But it doesn't matter.

The "doctor" is only aimed at the file students every night, while the others have no restrictions on him and can freely choose whether to kill them.

At night, the doctor seems to have a great bonus, night vision, scalpel, and what Mo Yan said, making the students unable to resist the aura of fear.

There was an eerie silence in the corridor at this time.

No player dared to open the door, and no one dared to make a sound in the room.

The wooden door of No. 3 was open, and the light leaked in a circle.

He turned around and walked down the hallway.

And this time, he didn't hear the sound of retention from behind him.

The wooden door was always open, the light was a little farther away from him, and when he was walking up the stairs, he heard a dull sound of closing the door.

He stopped in place for a moment, and then continued to walk up.

…

Su Mingan originally thought that the Sixth World was not a competitive dungeon, and preferred a cooperative dungeon in which players jointly decrypted and then escaped with joint forces.

However, after killing the first trainee and seeing the san value rise, he discovered the deep malice behind the rules.

The underworld scene during the day, electroshock therapy, transcribing weird rules and regulations... It is precisely to reduce the player's san value.

And when the san value is lowered and the player has repeated hallucinations, he wants to get his spirit back to normal quickly.

And back to normal, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will kill.

…kill students like them.

This caused that during the day, due to the restrictions of the Baisha school rules, the students lived in harmony, as if there were no contradictions.

And in the evening... the night when there is no teacher to take care of, the night when the doctor is haunted, the life and death fight is inevitable.

The doctor wants to punish the practitioner, and the practitioner wants to return to normal.

And he seems to be because of the "spiritual suggestion" of Xia Luoyang, which caused him to still be able to understand the strange text even if the san value rises.

…Very interesting.

Su Mingan raised his head and looked at the large classroom in front of him.

The floor creaked under his feet, and there was silence around him.

In the large classroom with open sky during the day, it was full of people at this time.

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