"Brother, you should get more sleep." Mo Yan said, "Although I don't know what that weirdo did to you, you haven't been normal since then... I heard that sleeping is the best way to restore your spirit. You must get enough sleep at night."

"If this were a game, making a wreath and putting it on my head might help me recover my mental state..."

Mo Yan heard his elder brother mumbling to himself.

He was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "Brother, you are really funny. You can still make jokes at this time..."

As he was laughing, he suddenly met Su Mingan's dead eyes.

As if he was suddenly pulled into the darkness, Mo Yan felt a palpitation when he saw the other person's eyes.

The dark thread slowly came into his field of vision.

The twisting, suddenly enlarged dark corner was compressing his field of vision.

Mo Yan froze in place, his breathing becoming shallower.

The cold air rushed through his trachea and poured into his lungs. He felt as if his stomach was sinking as if he had swallowed gold. His calves felt weak, as if something was dragging him down.

He felt like a nailed stake, and the indifferent gaze looking at him was like a hammer, hammering him into the floor bit by bit, again and again.

...It seems that Big Brother is not joking.

Mo Yan's eyeballs were fixed in his eye sockets. He tried to look away, but he couldn't move his eyeballs at all. The whites of his eyes were like squeezed and condensed air, leaving no room for movement.

And the next moment, Su Mingan turned his head.

The converging sights staggered and opened.

It was as if a large hand grabbing his heart suddenly loosened its grip. Mo Yan took a half step back and almost lost his balance.

He held onto the wall, gasping for breath, his whole body shaking like a sieve, with panic still in his eyes.

Cold sweat slid down Mo Yan's cheeks. He gasped and his fingers bent unconsciously.

...Just a glance.

A simple eye contact with a big brother who is also a player.

His san value instantly dropped by five points.

His footsteps moved outward little by little, and the floor creaked.

His hands scraped the wall, and the white wall powder fell off.

Then, his footsteps finally stopped at the door.

"...Brother, I'll go first." Mo Yan said with some difficulty.

"Let's go." Su Mingan didn't even raise his head.

The creaking sound of the floor continued, and with the sound of the wooden door closing with a bang, the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

Su Mingan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to stabilize his shaking vision.

He reached out and pulled open the clue fence.

The words "No. 27·Student File·Locker" are clearly visible on the first person inside.

He expanded the interface, and lines of text popped out.

【Student No. 27·Locke】

【The crime is poverty.】

As a "doctor", he needs to judge the quality of the trainees, which will affect his actions at night.

This Locke should be one of the players, and he will obtain the real file of this person on Zhai Star.

He calmed himself down and continued reading.

…

[Locke from Gran, his real age is 48 years old, he comes from a poor family, has a criminal past, and after being released from prison he ended up living on the streets, becoming a homeless person in Central Park.]

[He made a living by picking up trash and begging, and after successfully gaining the kindness of a wealthy woman, he got his own place.]

[The residence is an abandoned small workshop with a very poor environment and no water or electricity.]

[The rich woman soon left the city, and Rocker still couldn't find a job. After being driven away by the security guards, he started wandering again.]

[Locke has always been alone, his body is full of stench from not taking a bath, no one approaches him, no one cares about him, no one helps him. ]

[He wrapped himself in a duvet he had picked up, and slept in the bridge hole, suffering from hunger and cold.]

[It was very quiet in the bridge tunnel. There were no other homeless people competing with him for shelter, and no security guards’ sticks would disturb his sleep.]

【He slept soundly.】

[The wobbly truck passed through the bridge hole, its headlights were so bright that they were blinding.]

【Locker had an experience.】

[Locker was once shone directly by a high-intensity flashlight while sleeping, and was temporarily blinded when he opened his eyes. He doesn't want to encounter such a thing again. ]

[“What is this? It’s so bright.”]

[He reluctantly wrapped himself in the duvet, murmured, closed his eyes, and turned over, not wanting to be disturbed from sleeping.]

[He was awakened from his sleep by the truck's tires running over his body.]

[Blood exploded like fireworks, sinking into the soil around him.]

[The warm duvet also sank into the mud at this time. ]

[He opened his eyes and looked at the headlights that were almost blinding him, as if he was looking at the sunlight in the daytime.]

【The sun is bright and warm. 】

[The headlights were bright, but they only made him feel cold. ]

[His consciousness was slipping away, and the pain was like a surging ocean wave.]

"He was poor, he was a criminal, he was a tramp."

[“And the greatest sin in his life is precisely this poverty.”]

[“He was born in poverty and died in poverty.”]

【Locke is about to close his eyes.】

【The world game begins at this moment. 】

[The dying Rocker, who had almost turned into a puddle of mud, had his entire body restored at this moment.]

[The rabbit floating in the sky, above the millions of people, like boiling magma, is changing his fate at this moment.]

[It said: "Congratulations."]

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