"Brother, brother? Brother, please wake up. Brother, please stop sleeping."

In the chaos, he heard someone shouting.

It felt like there was a thousand pounds of iron weighing on my chest, and I couldn't even breathe smoothly.

He wanted to raise his hands and move, but his body seemed to be completely cut off from his brain. Darkness as thick as dark clouds pressed in front of his eyes, and his eyelids seemed as heavy as gold and stone.

He wanted to open his mouth and inhale, but the air flow rushed into his lungs, and when it passed through his throat, it seemed to have a fragmentary fluffy touch.

"Cough cough cough..."

He was woken up by himself coughing every now and then.

He regained control of his body bit by bit, and when he looked out of his moist eyes, he saw a dazzling, blazing light.

Next to him, the young man stood beside the bed, his face full of worry.

The young man stretched out his hands and removed the white mass on his chest.

"Brother, I don't know where this white cat came from... It's so fat and heavy. If I move it, it can jump up on its own..." Mo Yan threw the cat to the floor like a rock.

There was a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Then the white figure quickly jumped up again, and Su Mingan slapped it away like a tennis ball with one hand.

"Bang!"

The white dumplings hit the wall hard, and the wall powder fell off, making a rustling sound.

Su Mingan sat up. The orange value in the upper left corner was clearly 50.

So low.

No wonder, he felt like he couldn't see things normally.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the system time. It was now five thirty in the afternoon.

...sleep for a long time.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Just in the morning... Brother, you fainted after being looked at by that weirdo, but he didn't shock you, but asked a girl to take you back... We then recited the history of the development of Baisha Paradise, and then we were

I was forced to have lunch, and you have been lying down until now." Mo Yan said, "It is free time now, other players are searching for clues, so I came to see if you are awake, brother."

"Girl." Su Mingan accurately found the key point in Mo Yan's words: "Is it a player?"

"She shouldn't be a player?" Mo Yan thought for a while and said, "She is number 29. I don't know if she is a player or an NPC, but she doesn't look like a player. She is too calm."

"Do you know her name?"

Mo Yan thought for a while and pulled out a name from his memories:

"The weirdo calls her [Dongxue]."

...winter snow.

Su Mingan was stunned for a moment, and then heard the system prompt.

[Obtain key clues·Dongxue]

[(Dongxue): "I met her and she is still alive."

"She is always so young no matter what time she is."

"Like I once did."]

…

Su Mingan looked at this line of clues and suddenly felt a little dazed.

The words in front of me seemed to be twisted together, like intertwined in a broken whirlpool.

He stared at the line of words that began to circle in front of his eyes, and reached out to touch it.

His five fingers were bent into a grasping position, and he stretched out his hand, trying to hold this line of clues in his hand, as if he could completely decipher it.

"Brother?"

Mo Yan's words interrupted his movements.

He quickly took back his hand and looked at Mo Yan.

...Mo Yan should have noticed something was wrong with him long ago.

Whether it was the compiled number one, or the extremely obvious Arman's sword, and the white cat, all these signs combined together, he didn't believe that Mo Yan couldn't tell that he was suspicious.

His skills are exactly the same as the first player, and even the white cat appeared in the live broadcast room.

Perhaps Mo Yan had some suspicion in his mind and knew that he was not an ordinary top player, but all his previous performances made Mo Yan unable to accept this "number one player" who was too approachable and too arrogant.

Therefore, Mo Yan would rather choose to believe that he is still a very similar pornographic person.

So, should we kill Mo Yan directly?

Su Mingan didn't quite understand why his mind jumped so fast.

It was as if he was thinking of clues one second and suddenly wanted to kill someone the next second.

He just felt that this player who seemed to have seen through his identity, but also seemed not to see through, was an unstable factor. If he killed him, it might be meaningful...

Killing is very easy for him now. Especially in a world where his own power is completely superior to others and there are no legal and moral restrictions.

Suddenly stretching out a hand with annihilation, or suddenly drawing a sword, suddenly pouring all the mana into the space to activate space vibration... any method can allow him to easily kill the person in front of him without any effort.

He can even take action during the day, sending clones to hunt down everyone else, even if it's two against eighteen, as long as the opponent doesn't have any particularly buggy skills, he won't feel any pressure.

Even if he dies, he can go back, and then, next time, eliminate all unexpected factors, kill everyone, and eliminate all unstable factors...

He stretched out his hand and looked at his fingers.

Above his fingers, black light flickered, like a beating fire.

"Big brother, big brother?"

Mo Yan, who was next to him, couldn't help but make a sound, with a bit of panic in his voice. He felt that the eyes of this elder brother who had just woken up were suddenly a little abnormal.

...It was a completely different look from before.

Cold and empty, as if looking at everything levelly, there is no softness in it.

When he met his elder brother's gaze, he seemed to feel a big hand grasping his heart instantly, and the sense of crisis around him became stronger, like encountering a savage beast, like an animal encountering a natural enemy.

...That's the sense of danger that if you don't pay attention, you will be killed instantly.

Mo Yan never thought that his kind brother would look at him like this.

"Brother, are you having some mental problem? Brother, please be normal! Come on, brother, learn from me to take a deep breath, breathe... breathe..."

Mo Yan took a few steps back and used the relaxation trick he had learned before being involved in the game.

He saw his elder brother slowly closing his eyes.

Three seconds later, the eldest brother opened his eyes again.

Then, he felt that the sense of crisis that could engulf him at any time was fading away little by little.

"Brother." Mo Yan wiped his cold sweat: "Brother, are you okay..."

Su Mingan was silent for a moment, then blinked: "It's okay."

He got off the bed and stood up: "In the next few days, stay away from me."

"Brother, brother, you can't abandon me. If I encounter any danger next..."

Su Mingan glanced at him, and then looked away.

"I'm more dangerous," he said.

"..."

Mo Yan also fell into silence.

After what happened just now, he couldn't guarantee whether his dear elder brother would suddenly take action against him one day.

In this dungeon, the player's mental state seems to be very unstable. If they can't protect their teammates who were discussing clues one moment, they will go crazy the next moment.

Mo Yan saw his eldest brother standing by the bed, his head lowered and silent.

A blue and white hospital gown was put on his body, and the long scars on his pale skin were particularly hideous and dazzling.

"Brother, please sleep more." Mo Yan said: "Although I don't know what that weirdo did to me, I seem to have been acting abnormally after that... I heard that sleeping is the best way to recover.

, Brother, you must make sure you sleep at night."

"If it were in a game, making a garland and putting it on your head might also be effective in restoring your mental state..."

Mo Yan heard his elder brother mumbling to himself.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but laugh: "Brother, you are really good at amusing yourself. You can still joke at this time..."

He smiled and suddenly met Su Mingan's lifeless eyes.

As if being suddenly drawn into the darkness, Mo Yan felt a palpitation in his heart when he saw the other person's eyes.

Dark threads slowly broke into his field of vision.
To be continued...