"Brother." Mo Yan spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "...Are you really still crazy?"
"Not crazy."
"But you killed all the other people, both players and NPCs, at night..." Mo Yan opened his mouth and held the sword tighter: "Is it really irrelevant? They may also have clues."
"I have found the key NPC, and I also have an idea of the general route of the copy. There will be no problem." Su Mingan said.
“…”
Mo Yan lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.
As Su Mingan approached him step by step, he suddenly raised his head.
In the narrow corridor, the young man's eyes, which had always been bright, were like a dancing, burning fire.
"Then Big Brother, are you going to kill me too?" he said.
"Will you report me to the dean?" Su Mingan said.
"Of course not! Big brother saved my life, I certainly won't betray him!"
"...but I have always had a question." Su Mingan put his hand on the door.
Mo Yan's expression changed slightly.
"On the first night, when we first met, you were in the closet." Su Mingan said, "Later, we met Dongxue, I killed Dongxue, the instance was reset, and we returned to our respective rooms.
Then, when I was still in bed reading the system message, you were the first to find me and knocked on the door of my room, even faster than Lin Jiang who lived in the room next to mine.
You locked onto the room I was in the first place, and then came to find me the first time.
But I never told you where my room was."
He looked at Mo Yan, his tone becoming more serious:
"Mo Yan, answer me - why did you knock on my door directly and accurately to find me?"
Mo Yan's eyes widened slightly.
He looked anxious and seemed eager to explain:
"Brother, I..."
Su Mingan looked at him, waiting for his explanation.
The space vibration that had been accumulated had also been locked onto Mo Yan.
But just then, he found his vision starting to spin.
He had experienced this feeling once.
Replica reset.
"Damn it, Lin Jiang she——"
Su Mingan looked up and the ceiling began to rotate, blur, and gradually disappear.
Why did Dongxue die anyway?
He watched as his vision gradually blurred and his consciousness was cut off in an instant.
…
Su Mingan immediately sat up from the bed, rushed to the door, pushed it open, and went out.
The copy returned to the first day. At this time, he didn't even have the doctor's glasses, and the night vision ability did not exist.
He quickly identified the second door from the left, Lin Jiang's room, and knocked hard:
"Lin Jiang! Lin Jiang, open the door!"
After knocking on the door several times without any response, he opened it without any violence.
The original cooperation with Lin Jiang was just a trial and error for him. Even if Lin Jiang had ulterior motives and wanted to trip him up, he was not afraid at all.
But now it seems that she has done something unusual.
...will cause the copy to roll back.
“Click.”
The door lock came loose and fell to the ground.
"boom--!"
In order to prevent Lin Jiang from hiding in the dark and attacking him, he immediately launched a space vibration in the direction of the bed.
The wooden bed collapsed and cotton wool flew everywhere. He coughed a few times but didn't hear any screams from the other side.
He realized something.
He felt the wall, walked in and came to the bed.
The soft cotton wool clung to his arm. He brushed it off and ran his hand from the broken headboard to the foot of the bed without feeling any blood or flesh.
There was no sign of anyone having lived in the entire room. There was no diary, no spare clothes, and even the quilt that he had just touched was smooth.
It was as if Lin Jiang had never lived here.
Su Mingan has figured it out.
[The instance is reset, all processes return to the first day, the obtained clues are retained, and the dead NPCs are resurrected. ]
...But dead players will not be resurrected.
He walked out step by step along the wall.
"...Brother?"
Mo Yan, who had rushed up from the first floor, called out softly.
"Brother, the instance has been restarted, and we're back to the first day...Brother, I just checked on the first floor, and all the rooms that were originally occupied by players are silent...Brother, in the entire White Sand Paradise, apart from those NPCs, it seems that there are only two of us players left..."
As Mo Yan spoke, he moved closer, his eyes flickering like will-o'-the-wisp in the dark night.
"Stand there and don't move." Su Mingan stopped him.
Those bright eyes really stayed there, motionless, only the eyelids were blinking.
"Mo Yan, answer my question first." Su Mingan said.
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