Chapter 225 Chapter 223 "Number 30, he's crazy"
Mo Yan rolled off the bed.
He glanced at the clock on the wall.
One o'clock in the morning.
"Tick-tock. Tick-tock."
The noisy second hand makes sounds second by second, as loud as drumbeats.
As the noise around him became increasingly rampant, he could no longer bear the weird atmosphere, so he threw back the quilt and sat up from the bed.
He got out of bed, but suddenly heard a very rapid knock on the door.
"...Open the door, please, open the door..."
"Who are you?" Mo Yan is not stupid. He would never open the door for anyone at night.
"Number 3, I beg you, open the door, Number 30 is crazy..."
When Mo Yan heard this, he immediately stepped forward and opened the door.
The figure outside the door quickly squeezed in through the gap and closed the door again. She leaned against the door, breathing heavily, looking like she had survived a disaster.
Mo Yan looked at the player who asked for help with caution. She was a girl with peach-colored twin ponytails, and her nationality was unknown. Her body was scratched by something very small, and thin streams of blood flowed over her arms and dripped onto the floor.
"Number 30... What happened to my brother? Please explain it to me clearly." Mo Yan had no intention of showing mercy to the woman.
He opened the door only because the other party mentioned his eldest brother. Otherwise, he didn't have the habit of being kind in the middle of the night.
The girl was still gasping for breath, seemingly still in shock.
In the quiet room, the only sound was her breathing.
...But Mo Yan soon heard the noise.
Outside the door.
It sounded like someone was walking slowly. The floor outside creaked in an orderly manner, one step at a time. The pace was extremely steady, as if announcing the arrival of something.
Along with the girl's rapid breathing after surviving the disaster, the footsteps now sounded particularly terrifying, as if a hunter had cornered his prey.
Mo Yan frowned. He knew something must have happened outside and he regretted bringing trouble into the situation.
"If you don't tell me, I'll kick you out." Mo Yan pretended to open the door.
"—Don't! Don't!"
The girl was terrified, and hurriedly stopped his hand: "Number 3, Number 3, you are very familiar with Number 30, right? I saw you talking together during the day... Now only you can save us!"
"What happened?"
"Number 30, number 30..." The girl swallowed her saliva: "He is a doctor."
"so what?"
"He's a doctor!" the girl stared.
"And then?" Mo Yan spread his hands: "Big brother is a doctor, what does it have to do with me? It's just an identity. Big brother won't hurt me, and he saved me before, so I don't care what his identity is."
He pulled the girl's hand away and was about to push her out the door.
"Wait, wait - but No. 30 is crazy!" The girl was on the verge of despair and shouted almost hoarsely.
Mo Yan was stunned.
The footsteps stopped outside the door, and even the creaking of the wooden boards stopped in an instant.
He looked up and saw that the wooden door, which had been tightly closed, was opened silently, releasing a line of isolated darkness.
...He almost forgot.
My brother has lock picking skills.
The doctor in a white coat stood quietly at the door. A white light flashed, and the scalpel in his hand, which was as reflective as a mirror, was stained with a line of blood.
In those eyes that seemed exceptionally clear in the warm light, something was accumulated at this moment; the meaning was not strong, but it almost overwhelmed people.
The doctor gently shook the scalpel in his hand, and the bright red blood from the cut throat fell to the ground, like a bloody line cracking on the floor.
He walked in, kicked the girl's body on the ground away, and walked in, brushing Mo Yan's shoulder.
“Big, big brother…”
Mo Yan originally thought that his identity as a doctor didn’t matter—his elder brother was still his elder brother after all.
But it was not until he opened the door and faced his elder brother, who was a doctor, that he felt the oppressive feeling like a wave.
It was like an automatic physiological fear reaction, like the body was instinctively retreating.
That is a natural fear that players with the identity of "students" have when facing "doctors".
No wonder...that female player was so scared.
He froze in place, watching his eldest brother search his room.
"There are no clues," said his eldest brother.
"……ah."
After hearing his elder brother's calm voice, Mo Yan finally found his own voice with great difficulty:
"Big, big brother, are you okay..."
"I'm fine." Su Mingan was very surprised why Mo Yan asked such a question.
Before that, he met another person on the first floor, the girl with peach-colored hair.
The girl seemed to have come out to see what was going on, and the moment she opened the door, her eyes met his.
Just as Su Mingan was about to ask her a question, he saw her running out as if she had seen a ghost, yelling and saying that he was crazy.
His san value was 52 at the time, which was just the right level. He did not intend to increase or decrease it, and planned to maintain it at this value. This way, he could see things that were invisible at a high san value, and maintain basic mental stability.
He no longer planned to kill the students actively.
...But I didn't expect that this girl would seek death herself and call him crazy.
“Do I look scary?”
Su Mingan was very confused.
Mo Yan froze in place and smiled awkwardly:
“Ahahahaha…” He laughed stiffly: “It’s a little…compared to daytime.”
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