Chapter 221: "My Dear Doctor"

"——Brother, brother? Brother, wake up, brother, brother, don't sleep anymore——"

In the chaos, he heard someone shouting loudly.

He wanted to raise his hand and move, but his body seemed to be completely cut off from his brain. The darkness as thick as a dark cloud pressed in front of his eyes, and his eyelids seemed to be as heavy as metal and stone.

He wanted to open his mouth and inhale. The air rushed into his lungs and seemed to carry a fragmented, flocculent touch as it passed through his throat.

“Cough cough cough…”

He was awakened by his own cough.

As he regained control of his body bit by bit, he saw a blinding, blazing white light.

Next to him, the young man stood by the bed, his face full of worry.

The young man stretched out his hands and moved the white mass from his chest.

"Brother, I don't know where this white cat came from... It's so fat and heavy. I moved it away, but it jumped up again..." Mo Yan threw the cat to the ground like a rock, making a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. The white shadow jumped up again quickly, but Su Mingan hit it away with one hand like playing tennis.

“Bang!”

The white ball hit the wall heavily, causing the wall powder to fall off with a rustling sound.

Su Mingan sat up and the orange number in the upper left corner was clearly 50.

Very low.

No wonder he felt like everything he saw was not normal.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the system time. It was 5:30 in the afternoon.

...I slept for a long time.

"What happened?" he asked.

"In the morning... Brother, you passed out after that weirdo looked at you, but he didn't shock you. Instead, he asked a girl to take you back... We then recited the history of the development of Baisha Paradise, and were forced to eat lunch. Brother, you have been lying there until now." Mo Yan said, "Now it's free time. Other players are searching for clues. I came to see if you are awake."

"Girl." Su Mingan accurately found the key point in Mo Yan's words: "Is she a player?"

"She shouldn't be a player?" Mo Yan thought for a moment and said, "She is number 29. I don't know if she is a player or an NPC, but she doesn't look like a player. She is too calm."

"Do you know her name?"

Mo Yan thought for a moment and pulled out a name from his memory:

"The weirdo calls her [Dongxue]."

...winter snow.

Su Mingan was stunned for a moment, and then heard the system prompt.

[Obtain key clues: Winter Snow]

【(Dongxue): "I met her, and she's still alive."

"She always looks so young."

"——Like I once did."】

…

Su Mingan looked at this line of clues and suddenly felt a little dazed.

The words in front of him seemed to be twisted together, as if intertwined in a broken vortex.

He stared at the line of words that began to circle before his eyes and reached out to touch them.

With his five fingers bent in a grasping position, he stretched out his hand, trying to grasp the line of clues in his hand, as if this would allow him to completely crack the puzzle.

"——Brother?"

Mo Yan's words interrupted his movements.

He suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at Mo Yan.

...Mo Yan should have noticed something was wrong with him a long time ago.

Whether it was the number one, or the extremely obvious sword of Alman and the white cat, all these signs added together, he didn't believe that Mo Yan couldn't see that he was suspicious.

His skills are exactly the same as the first player, and even the white cat has appeared in the live broadcast room.

He held out his hand and looked at his fingers.

Above the fingers, black light flickered, like a dancing fire.

"——Brother, brother?"

Mo Yan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but speak out, with a hint of panic in his voice. He felt that the look in the eyes of his elder brother, who had just woken up, was suddenly a little abnormal.

…That look was completely different from before.

Cold, empty, as if looking at everything with indifference.

When he met his elder brother's gaze, he seemed to feel as if a large hand instantly grasped his heart, as if he had encountered a ferocious beast, or an animal encountering its natural enemy.

...It's the sense of crisis that if you're not careful, you'll be killed instantly.

Mo Yan never thought that his kind elder brother would look at him like this.

"Brother, are you mentally ill? Brother, brother, please be normal! Come on, brother, learn to take deep breaths like me, breathe... breathe..."

Mo Yan took a few steps back and used the little relaxation trick he learned before being dragged into the game.

He saw his elder brother slowly close his eyes.

Three seconds later, the eldest brother opened his eyes again.

The sense of crisis that could devour him at any time gradually faded away.

"Brother." Mo Yan wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "Brother, are you okay?"

Su Mingan was silent for a moment, then blinked his eyes and said, "It's okay."

He got off the bed and stood up: "Stay away from me for the next few days."

"Brother, you can't abandon me. If I encounter any danger next..."

Su Mingan glanced at him and then looked away.

"I'm more dangerous," he said.

“…”

Mo Yan also fell silent.

After what happened just now, he couldn't guarantee whether his dear elder brother would suddenly attack him one day.

In this copy, the player's mental state seems to be very unstable. It is possible that teammates who were discussing clues the moment before may fall into madness the next moment.

Mo Yan saw his elder brother standing beside the bed, with his head down and not saying a word.

He was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, and the long scars on his pale skin were particularly hideous and glaring.

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