The First Player

[If all of humanity places its hope in one person, will civilization fare well?]

"When you read this, the life-and-death game to redeem the planet has already begun."

"All o...

Chapter 221 "Brother, I'm glad you're okay"

Mo Yan stood there, the fear in his heart magnified little by little. He moved his eyeballs and a slight sound came out of his mouth.

The door opens, the door closes.

The door closed, and the light inside was squeezed and dispersed at an angle.

After the light sources gradually connected into a line, the figure that stretched out the long line was completely isolated.

【First Night】

【Your identity is: Doctor. 】

[Target of execution: Number seven, Locke. ]

[Players are requested to equip themselves with props representing the identity of a doctor, strictly follow the Baisha Doctor's Code, and punish guilty students. ]

[In addition to executing students, players can freely explore the open areas to obtain additional clues. ]

[Currently open areas: first floor of student dormitory, second floor of student dormitory, third floor (large classroom, canteen, laboratory), fourth floor (Baisha teacher's office·Xia Luoyang, monitoring room)]

Su Mingan sat on the bed and put on his white coat.

He buttoned his shirt, adjusted his cuffs, and stood up.

[As a "doctor" player, you get a temporary item: scalpel]

[(Scalpel): A scalpel with an absolutely sharp attribute (only effective against creatures at night). Carrying it will help you become a more kind and fair Baisha doctor. *^_^*]

The light dimmed and turned into a sharp scalpel, the blade reflecting light like a mirror. He held the handle and saw his own dead eyes on the blade.

The game mechanics aren't too harsh on players who are doctors, and they also give them a weapon that sounds intimidating.

...However, to him, it's almost the same as having it or not.

He glanced at the clock and it was nearly eleven o'clock.

He didn't get any information from Xia Luoyang. It seemed that this teacher was really not afraid of death. Even though he had done that, he still didn't give in.

Xia Luoyang should not be a good person either. He still remembers the incident during that day when he electrocuted several players to the point of near death.

The students are sick and the teachers are sick too.

...He is a doctor.

He is probably sick too.

He raised the scalpel in his hand and looked at his own eyes above the blade.

The san value of the upper left corner is 48 points.

...It's not good.

He glanced at the barrage of comments, which seemed to be more anxious than he was.

[It’s over. This violent Brother Ming An is not my Brother Ming An…]

[Punch the NPC and kick the fake one! That's the right way!]

[But this is really abnormal, too abnormal... Has it reached a point where it is almost out of control? ]

[I feel like Mo Yan has a problem, everyone has a problem, the entire dungeon has a problem...]

[My heart aches when I see this spirited young man Mo Yan. He really looks like Wang Xingkong...]

[Fuck, don't mention Wang Xingkong, my lungs are starting to hurt.]

[Fuck, who brought it up first? I feel so involved, I'm already crying.]

[Ming Anan, look at us... Do you still remember us? This is just a copy, don't be affected by it!!]

[He won’t read the comments, will he? I feel like this isn’t just a matter of whether or not you can achieve a perfect clearance. If the number one player is driven crazy by this dungeon…]

[Just arrived, what happened to this live broadcast room that usually chats with the world channel? Why is the atmosphere so heavy? ]

[It is only after losing something that one learns to cherish. Previously, I always complained that the No. 1 player was not decisive enough in killing people. Now, seeing such a ferocious player, I feel scared again...]

[It’s over. I finally feel a little more normal, but this, this…]

[I hope he's OK. I really hope he's OK. I don't even want to make a joke about that fake guy.]

Su Mingan looked at the barrage of comments that surged past like a storm, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

"I'm fine," he said.

The barrage of comments remained oddly still for a moment.

【??? Did I hear wrongly?】

【……】

[He did speak, right? ]

[It’s over. 】

[Okay, this is really not normal.]

[Okay, this time there is really something wrong with the person. ]

[The first player actually responded to the barrage. I'm fine. I think he is no longer the same person as before. Brother Ming An has gone crazy. ]

[I actually responded to the barrage... This is the first time I've seen this in 800 years. I guess his sanity has dropped to zero. ]

“…”

Su Mingan minimized the barrage.

As silly as the barrage was, they did make him realize that this was a copy of the game.

He pushed the door open. The corridor was still dark, and he couldn't see anything, as if a corner of the drawing paper had been suddenly torn.

He heard the system prompt:

[As a "doctor" player, you get a temporary item: doctor glasses]

【(Doctor's glasses): Glasses that can see hidden scenes at night (only effective at night). Wearing them will help you become a more kind and fair Baisha doctor. *^_^*】