Chapter 10 Who are you?

In the next period of time, which was almost short yet very long, Lin Han kept thinking about this problem.

Call for help.

Why didn't you call for help?

He swayed back and forth, as if he was still hanging on the conveyor belt and unable to break free, but this time it was not his wrists that were bound, but his stomach. His waist was clamped by the force, and when his head was flushed with blood until his eyes were black, he was not thinking about struggling, nor who saved him, but about that very simple question.

Why didn’t you call for help?

When no one said this, Lin Han had no idea that he actually had this way of survival.

At this time, Lin Han also remembered the information he had known before. He was in a copy, and the number of players in this copy, including him, was 15 people in total.

Lin Han knew all this early on, but he never thought that he might get help from other players.

He assumed this was a confrontational copy.

After all, in most people's perception, "qualifying matches" and "game copies" themselves carry the shadow of competition, competing for resources and competing for places.

Even though this was Lin Han's first time participating in a ranked match, he had received relevant information from Song Ziyi many times before - ranked matches were competitive dungeons, some of which might have a limit on the number of players who could pass through. Even if not, based on the competition for resources, players might start out living in harmony but eventually turn against each other, or they might start with the intention of "eliminating dissidents" to deal with their opponents. In short, in most of the ranked matches that Song Ziyi participated in, because of his identity, he was the "target of public criticism", the kind that was attacked by everyone.

Even Lin Han's gaming experience told him that in dungeons, cooperation was rare and it was always a fight to the death. At the very least, one side would win or lose...

Wait, one side wins or loses?

The mission previously announced by the system did not limit the number of survivors at all, it just asked him to survive for three days. Does this mean that although only one player would get more rewards if he survived and completed the mission, cooperation is not impossible.

Even though he might attract danger in the dungeon by shouting "Help" at the top of his lungs, it might also attract reinforcements to save his life.

Lin Han: “…”

A few minutes ago, or from the time he just entered the dungeon until he figured it out now, his self-proclaimed smart brain had been like a paste, trapped in the inherent impression and unable to get rid of it, and he almost lost his life because of this reason.

God knows how close he was to that meat grinder!

If he had waited only five more seconds, his knees would have been cut into pieces by the sharp blade.

Lin Han was flipping through his previous memories in his mind like a kaleidoscope, and was finally interrupted by the gradual return of his vision when he saw himself almost face-first into the blood and stickiness on the conveyor belt. He continued to vomit with a pale face, and coupled with the pressure on his waist and abdomen, this time he really couldn't control the vomiting. His eyes went black again and he completely lost consciousness.

Until he fell into a coma, he didn't know who saved him.

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There was a vague and unclear voice in his ears, as if it was floating from a distant place, growing louder and louder, awakening Lin Han's stagnant consciousness.

"No, do we really need to guard him here? He's not dead. Besides, what's the use of this kind of loser who can't even pass the first level?"

"Actually, I thought all the players had arrived a long time ago, so I assumed those who didn't show up were dead."

"If you want to guard him, then do so. I can't stay here any longer. I need to go out on a mission!"

......

There were voices of both men and women, a man venting his grievances, and even the sound of his footsteps turning and leaving was filled with resentment, and another pair of footsteps followed him into the distance.

Lin Han frowned, and as his consciousness gradually regained consciousness, the pain that had been ignored surged up.

His shoulders ached, his wrists ached, and his right thumb was a sharp, stabbing pain that felt both hot and cold, as if he had lost his fingers.

Yes, he pulled his hand out of the iron ring before he fell unconscious.

Thinking of this, Lin Han sat up immediately, his head almost covered in cold sweat.

He took a deep breath and found that there was no nightmarish fishy smell around him, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He saw his right hand, which was wrapped with a piece of cloth. The thumb was stained with blood, but judging from the shape, his thumb was still there, which made him feel less heavy.

"Are you awake?"

It was a familiar male voice, exactly the same as the one he heard before he fell into a coma.

At this moment, Lin Han's mind was clear, so he immediately recognized that the person next to him was the one who had rescued him from the brink of death before, and probably the one who helped him bandage his wounds.

He turned his head and looked towards the sound, and saw a black-haired man sitting next to him, holding a handkerchief in his hand to wipe his sweat.

At this moment, Lin Han was quite stunned.

To be honest, he had never had the experience of being wiped by a man of the same sex in his life. Besides, this was a very amazing man.

Black hair, fairly fair skin, silver pupils, and his facial features were so handsome that Lin Han thought for a moment that he was seeing a character from a drama.

This was the second person with heterochromatic eyes he had seen since he entered the new world.

The former was Jiang Xuchen, a child with pupils as bright as gold. The person in front of him was completely different from him, his eyes were silver like the bright moonlight.

He also looks quite gentle, with soft facial contours and brows lowered as he carefully wipes sweat off his face. For some reason, he gives people the first impression that he is a kind and compassionate person.

Of course, don't judge a book by its cover.

When Lin Han first met Su Fu, he also felt that the other party was very gentle and kind, but from what he said, it was not difficult for him to tell that the invisible gentle man was not as harmless as he looked.

The person in front of me is most likely the same.

Silver pupils, if it is a player, either the character's race is different or the identity is different, in any case it will not be simple.

But at this time, as he thought about it, Lin Han felt that he seemed to be thinking too much.

No matter who the man in front of him was, he shouldn't speculate about him until he showed any intention to harm him. After all, he was his savior.

Even though it was just a game, Lin Han did face death head-on and was indeed very close to falling into the arms of the god of death.

"Thank you for saving me." Lin Han said a little uncomfortably.

The words were absolutely sincere, but because they were framed as role-playing, Lin Han felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He felt like he was acting. Even if Song Ziyi was next to him, he couldn't joke with him as casually as he used to.

The man smiled slightly, took back the handkerchief, put it in his pocket and stood up. Lin Han then noticed that he was wearing a neat and gorgeous suit and picked up the black cane leaning against the wall.

"This is what I should do." He said this with a smile, and his eyes narrowed like stars when he smiled.

Lin Han subconsciously thought that the other party would say something praising good virtues, but she didn't expect that the words of thanks she had been brewing for a while would get stuck in her throat the next second.

"You know, I'm here for you."

Lin Han: “…?”

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Lin Han: No, buddy, who are you?