Hashimoto Chiharu's eyes were full of fear.

…The only ones who can haunt at night, except for those abnormal monsters, are the doctors who are going to execute the students.

And the doctor, who came to her room, must have killed her...

Doctor, doctor is...

She reacted suddenly.

Isn't the doctor the first player?

She suddenly felt less afraid.

Because the other party is so famous and has reached a level known to the world, she is no exception, she knows some of the other party's situation.

People are afraid of the unknown.

When she met someone she knew well and could communicate with, she was actually not so afraid.

...better than being driven mad by some weird anomalous creature.

She remembered what the first player said during the day, that he wanted them all to commit suicide.

Many people were full of anger, and many people scoffed at this, but she knew in her heart that the first player was right.

They should...really have a hard time making it to the last day.

Moreover, if there was no first player to take action in the daytime session, their group would have died long ago.

A woman like flax... doesn't look like a normal person, she won't be kind to them.

In the end, what they ushered in, there is a high probability that it will only be the ending of the annihilation, or it is either dead or crazy, a very miserable ending.

Hashimoto Chiharu really didn't understand the people who muttered and berated the first player on the spot after the first player went to the fifth floor.

...if it wasn't for the first player, they would have died long ago.

Not to mention the grace of saving lives. It's just a sentence from the first player, a sentence to persuade them to return and save themselves, a real truth, why are those people so angry?

Hashimoto Chiharu was incomprehensible.

She is from Fuso, and she should support Miss Mizushimagawa, who is at the top of the list. She should maintain her "own position" and should not be biased towards the first player who is opposed to her.

But now, she feels that as an individual who is in the trend of the world, the differences between human beings seem to be less important.

Divergence leads to opposition.

She felt that the first player was not wrong at all.

Perhaps these people went back early to save themselves.

She could hardly bear it anymore.

If the first player came at night to kill her, to free her, to let her return, and to stop her from hearing these strange noises, she would have to thank the other party instead.

She was mentally prepared, sitting on the bed, holding the quilt, not going to resist, just waiting for the other party to come.

...But surprisingly, she waited for a long time, but did not wait for the footsteps to reach her door.

On the contrary, there were more and more screams, curses, and fights coming from outside, which she could hear clearly through the door.

"You, you actually—"

"Isn't it a rule that you can only kill one per night, what about this doctor-"

"Let's unite and kill him together! Don't be too scruples, why can he attack us with impunity!"

"Wait, fight, can't beat him, who can beat him-"

"Help, help—don't kill me—"

She heard a lot of messy voices across the door panel.

She raised her head from the quilt, and gently got out of bed, trying not to make a sound on the floor.

"Squeak-"

She took a breath, moved to the door in small steps, then took a deep breath, put her hand on the door panel, and slowly, slowly pulled the door out a small gap.

The door opened slightly, revealing a ray of light.

…the light, not the darkness of the hallway.

It is because at this time, the doors on both sides of the corridor have been completely opened.

The indoor lights on both sides leaked onto the corridor, casting a large swath of warm light.

She leaned against the crack of the door, and the first thing she saw was a fallen corpse close to her door, and she was almost taken aback.

The corpse was a male player who fell to the ground at this time. His temples were opened with a black hole, his face was pale, his limbs were stiff, and he was no longer breathing.

She slowed her breath, looked up, and saw a scene that shocked her.

Similar corpses, more than one.

From their door, they followed the large warm light to the other end of the corridor.

It's like paving a corpse road.

Rivers of blood.

She stood on the side of the light and saw the bottomless darkness on the other side.

The disinfectant water mixed with the strong smell of blood, and she couldn't help sneezing.

After wiping away the water paste in front of her eyes, she raised her head and suddenly saw a figure in a white coat standing under the light that she had ignored just now.

The doctor was standing quietly by a door.

At his feet, there is still a player who is not dead.

The player seems to be very angry, and the voice is so loud that it is very clear here:

"Heh! - Your mouth is full of pretty words, and it can't cover up the fact that you shot the player!"

"Yes." The doctor in white said very softly, "Why should I cover it up?"

"You—the number one player, as the number one player, not only did you not lead us players who respect you well, but you also attacked us and provoked infighting—you are also worthy of being the number one player!?"

"Lead?" The doctor in white smiled.

Through a gap, Hashimoto Chiharu suppressed the pounding heartbeat in her chest and slowed her breathing.

She saw that the doctor standing under the light had pure light with mist in his eyes, as if he had just woken up.

The blood ran down his arm, refracting in a beautiful arc in the light.

He stretched out his hand, the scalpel was stained with blood, and the surface of the blade was shiny like a mirror.

She even suspected that the mirror-like blade surface could reflect on her peeping at this moment, and could see her eyes at this moment.

"I want to lead, and I don't want to lead your group." The doctor in white turned the scalpel in his hand: "I'm not the director of the kindergarten."

"You—" The lying player was shocked and angry: "How dare you say that we..."

"You can't deny it, kid." The doctor in white said, "Otherwise, you wouldn't just lie here like a dog."

...that's crazy.

Hashimoto Chiharu didn't dare to make a sound at all.

She never thought that such a highly ironic word would come out of the first player's mouth so unabashedly.

...it's probably really lost my mind.

She quietly fixed her gaze on the doctor in white and activated her skills.

Her skill [Insight], which can know some of the opponent's values, is a good exploration skill.

The skill was activated, and the red light focused on the doctor in white. In her field of vision, three bars appeared on the other party's body.

[HP: 275/300 (cut upper right arm, bleeding state)]

【Mana: 759/2560】

[san value: 100/100]

[Combat strength estimate: 1600-1800]

[Odds comparison: 0.28%]

Hashimoto Chiharu was stunned.

Ignore that outrageous mana blue bar, that san bar...

She stared at the flowing orange bar, only to feel as if she had found something.

...100 points san value, full value.

A value that was completely unexpected to her.

Originally, she thought that the other party's san value should be almost gone, otherwise it wouldn't become like this.

But now it seems that the other party... is not crazy at all.

On the contrary, he should be quite awake now, sober enough to not have any hallucinations.

Why, now she feels... the other party seems to be completely abnormal?

"Heh, say I'm... like a dog? The first player with a smooth journey, of course you are different from our group!"

The players on the ground had blood on the corners of their mouths, and they looked like they couldn't live long, and they were able to say: "—Never experienced the despair of death, nor the pain of failure, Su Mingan! What do you know? You don't understand at all. No way, those of us who are struggling repeatedly on the line of life and death! But they also said that we want to follow you. It's ridiculous. We don't hand over your customs clearance method, don't teach your customs clearance experience, and hold it like a baby. Do you match!? Match your self-confidence, match your behavior like a prophet!?"

The doctor in white did not speak.

"Say it! Say it! You tell your experience! Why did you pass the customs well until now, and you haven't gone astray - isn't it because the organizer is taking care of you?" The player seemed to ignore it. Forgive people, his mouth kept saying: "—Do you think that everything is good for us when you do this? Absurd! You took away our future, emptied our points, and you asked us all to commit suicide in front of you, It's just for our good!? The first player, what I hate the most is your arrogant appearance, you can't understand us people at all!"

"Ha!" The player laughed again, sarcastically, as if he knew that he was going to die, so he had to say everything in general: "What do you know? Why do I force you to understand. I almost forgot, you are The organizer's lackey is authorized by the organizer to rule us. I am a human, why do you want a creature like you to understand our thoughts - only the white eccentric during the day can walk with you!

Do you think everything you do is for our good? Is it really leading us? Shit! You enjoy the eyes of the whole world, all the people look up to you, and those, those who were forced to sacrifice? You killed them, cut off their future, and emptied their points, just to pave the way for you!

The United Group... the fools of the United Group were fooled by your clone, I really thought your lighthouse theory could bless everyone - fart! It wasn't them who were injured and died. They were happy to support you, but you couldn't kill them anyway! We are the ones killed! "He roared, blood dripped from his face, and his facial features were ferocious like a beast: "-We are the ones who died, it is us who experience this pain, it is us! "

The doctor in white lowered his head.

The scalpel hovered over his fingertips, the blade gleaming cold.

Facing the roaring, extremely angry, dying player, his voice was as light as a feather:

"...Who gave you the power to question me here?" he asked.

The player was stunned, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Is it your weakness, your incompetence, or your self-proclaimed human attitude?" the doctor asked: "Who gave you your righteousness and righteousness lying on the ground? The World Forum gave it to you, and the audience gave it to you. Yours, or are you safe?"

"—what the **** are you talking about!"

The player really found that the first player was abnormal.

Not only did he not understand the strategy process, but he also did not understand what he said. Even now, when facing his doubts, the response of the first player also made him incomprehensible.

... This person, as expected, does not possess the mind of a human being.

"Do you think that everything you are condemning now represents human beings?" The doctor's tone was very light: "You think you are very confident, because you have questioned me - the question before death, how good, like A warrior who sacrificed his life bravely, your unwilling roar when facing the enemy makes you look so proud and awe-inspiring."

"...?" The player was taken aback.

He had always held the mentality of scolding and scolding, and the big deal was that he would die after scolding. Anyway, this copy is role-playing, and no one knows who his true identity is. If he scolds the first player face to face, he will earn if he scolds, which is more comfortable than scolds on the World Forum.

He doesn't think there is any problem with killing other players in this kind of dungeon. There is a competitive relationship between them. He has been addicted to his mouth. Maybe he can attract a group of mindless viewers to join him. Then he It's cool to be dead.

But this man... why is he still praising him?

"But, is your question really right?" The doctor's words suddenly turned a corner: "Is anyone really proud of your words?"

The player was stunned for a while, and did not answer for a while.

"You have to face up to your status, the player lying on the ground, you are just a loser, a sacrificed loser." The doctor said, sentence by sentence, the words were clear:

"And you fail, and no one will mourn for you."

"You think you're representing humanity and condemn me."

"As everyone knows, there are tens of thousands of human beings, even far more than these, who are watching your jokes."

"Do you think that your angry condemnation can arouse their empathy?"

"No." The doctor shook his head and sighed with regret: "...because you are only a [minority]."

"What, what...? What nonsense are you talking about!" The player was puzzled.

"Because you are [a minority], you can't arouse their empathy." The doctor said, "Your righteousness is meaningless at all, it's just your dying cry, and people will not recognize your words."

"You're lying on the ground like a clown."

"And your angry words will not shake me in any way."

"Because you failed. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"If you think I'm wrong, think I'm the organizer's lackey, think I'm a traitor to humanity, stand up and stop me like Sora Mizushima, like Edward."

"—I am very welcome."

"But if it doesn't work, you just have to be like this..."

As the doctor said, the scalpel turning in his hand flashed a cold light.

The next moment, the knife light had already plunged into the throat of the person on the ground, and blood flowed out.

The player opened his eyes and seemed to want to say a few more words, but he couldn't speak anymore.

Blood flowed throughout the corridor, and the air seemed silent.

"...lie on the ground and shut up."

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