...a face with a very decadent beauty. Although it seems too weak.
He doesn't look very old, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old.
And when he looked at the person in the mirror, he suddenly saw himself smiling.
He stretched out his hand and pressed the corners of his mouth to make sure he was not smiling.
……baffling.
Walking to the table on the creaking floor, he saw a tattered notebook lying on the yellowed table.
[You found the item (**'s diary), do you want to start reconnaissance? (The clues obtained from reconnaissance are related to spirit and wisdom)]
Su Mingan opened the diary.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something moving at the edge of his dark vision.
He turned around quickly, but it was still the same wall, nothing unusual.
The wall paint seemed to be about to fall off at any time. The room looked extremely old, as if it had been there for many years. When he looked at the wall, he seemed to feel that this ordinary white wall had eyes and was staring at him silently.
He turned back and opened his notebook.
[…I’m about to die.]
The first thing I saw was a line of bright red words.
[…I have been here for a long, long time.]
[But no one, no one, can truly...]
【I looked down and saw the abyss. So I jumped down, into the abyss.】
[My tombstone is left on the cliff, but no one knows where it is. ]
【My goal has been achieved.】
[I accepted the experiment for...]
Su Mingan flipped through several pages but all were blank, so he simply held up his notebook and flipped through the pages quickly.
Until finally, the paper reached the last page.
It contained a passage that had nothing to do with the previous text.
…
【Despair spreads across the world.】
【Despair pollutes life.】
【Despair is uncontrollable.】
[It is crazy, frenetic, seething, and cannot be stopped.]
[I looked up and saw the boundless ocean. There was no halo on the surface of the ocean, and no light in front of my eyes.]
[Dead skin, wandering ghosts, we are parasitic here, like a dead seedling seeking a little living space, like a fish in dead water craving for the last bit of air. ]
…
[*You got clue 1 (**'s diary)]
【Clue 1: **’s diary:
[He has talent and ability, but he chose to confine himself to a prison at his most glorious moment, standing at the crossroads of life and death and struggling repeatedly.]
[So, he became a complete weakling, a person willing to degenerate, and a clown in the eyes of others.]
【He was in dire straits, on the brink of the abyss. 】
【He looked down and saw the abyss, so he jumped down, into the abyss. 】
[There is a tombstone on the cliff, but no one knows where it is. ]
[——And when people saw him afterwards, he was still dazzling.]
…
[Activate identity task ·**]
【Identity Mission: Find your own name back.
A real name is extremely valuable to everyone. 】
…
He tried to put the notebook into his backpack, but suddenly found that it wouldn't fit.
[In this instance, you cannot put items into your backpack at will.]
[The temporary prop bar is now open. ]
[You can put certain items into the temporary item bar and take them away. ]
[In some routes, the temporary prop bar must carry certain items, otherwise it will cause the route to deviate. ]
…
A prop bar appeared just below his vision. There were three grids in it, which meant he could carry three items.
He dragged the notebook into the prop column, occupying a grid.
He found that there was still space under the table, but when he bent down and looked down, there was still nothing underneath.
With a "creaky" sound, he sat up and saw that the drawer that had just been closed had opened again without him noticing.
He pushed the drawer back and looked at the last clue in the room.
Wardrobe.
“Squeak—”
The pale light poured in instantly, and the stacked hospital gowns made the monotonous blue and white mixed together, like layers of stacked rags.
He opened the clothes one by one, and when he turned to the bottom one, he saw a touch of snow-white. It was a white coat, a doctor's uniform.
[Detection of carrying specific items]
He dragged the white coat into the prop bar and felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone had blown on it.
He turned around and saw the drawer being suddenly opened again.
“…”
This drawer seems to have a mind of its own.
He turned around again, wanting to see if there was anything else in the closet.
…but I saw that the closet door that was originally open was now completely closed.
It closed silently, without even the sound of the door moving, as if it had never been opened.
The bright yellow wardrobe was reflecting light, and his silhouette could be vaguely seen standing there.
The scorching light mixed strangely with the blurry projection, and the pale light splashed back into his eyes.
He closed his eyes.
…
【Don't let them hear it.】
…
[Current san value: 70]
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