Mo Yan rolled out of bed.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

One o'clock.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

The noisy second hand made a sound every second. The original white noise sounded like drum beats to his ears.

He rolled on the bed again, hugging the soft white sheets tightly, trying to bury himself in the soft bed.

He closed his eyes, reached out his hands, and covered his ears, not wanting to hear those strange sounds.

...but it didn't work.

Footsteps were heard all around, accompanied by strange nursery rhymes, as if dozens of children were dancing and singing around him.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see blood-red lines intertwining and twisting in front of his eyes, trying to penetrate from his eyes into his brain.

"...Mo Yan, Mo Yan."

He could even hear someone calling his name softly, like a siren singing softly to the crew. As long as he responded, he would be dragged to the bottom of the sea.

He buried himself in the quilt, not letting go of his hands and feet, covering him completely, like a turtle shrinking into its shell, as if this way he would not be attacked by ghosts.

But it's no use.

All kinds of sounds rang in his ears, as if they wouldn't let him go.

It was such a strange situation that he, who originally wanted to have a good sleep to regain his energy, rolled around for two hours without falling asleep.

...and he knows why.

The San value is too low.

Although Mo Yan's sanity value is still 60, for an ordinary player whose mental points are not high enough, 60 is already considered low. If it is any lower, there is a risk of falling into madness.

As soon as he closes his eyes, various horrific scenes will appear in his mind. Blood, black, and various deep and dark colors instantly surround him. It seems that if he closes his eyes like this, he will never be able to open his eyes again.

Like being completely dragged into darkness.

Originally, he naively thought that as long as he had a good night's sleep, his sanity would be restored, just like what was said in previous PC survival games.

However, at night he discovered that his sanity level was too low and he didn't even get any sleep.

Hearing the noise in his ears getting louder and louder, he really couldn't stand the weird atmosphere, so he opened the quilt and sat up from the bed.

...I don’t want to sleep anymore!

Isn’t it okay if I don’t sleep? I just don’t let you sleep!

He knew that the game mechanism would definitely not give him a certain death situation, and there would be ways to recover even if the sanity value was low. Since he couldn't sleep, he might as well find other ways.

He got out of bed and was about to look around the room again, but suddenly he heard a very fast knock on the door.

"...Open the door, please, open the door..."

He heard a small cry for help outside the door, and seemed to regard his room as a safe spot.

"Who are you?" Mo Yan is not stupid. How can he open the door for others casually at night? What if there is something wrong?

Moreover, he also doubted whether this was another hallucination, and there was actually no one outside the door.

"No. 3, I beg you, open the door, No. 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 crack, closed the door again, and locked it.

She pressed against the door panel, gasping for air, as if she was surviving the disaster, as if she was safe because of it.

Mo Yan warily looked at the player who came to him for help. She was a girl with peach-colored ponytails, fair complexion, and sunken eyes. Her specific nationality could not be seen. But what was visible to the naked eye was that she had quilt marks on her body and hospital gown.

There were traces of very small scratches and thin streams of blood flowing over her arms, slowly dripping onto the floor.

"On the 30th...Brother, please tell me clearly what happened to him." Mo Yan didn't mean to pity her.

He opened the door just because the other party mentioned his eldest brother. Otherwise, he didn't have the habit of showing kindness in the middle of the night.

The girl was still gasping for air and seemed to be in shock. She pressed against the door and was sweating.

In the quiet room, the only sound was her breathing in and out.

...But Mo Yan soon heard the noise.

Outside the door.

It seemed like someone was walking slowly, and the floor outside made an orderly creaking sound, step by step, sound after sound. The pace was exceptionally steady, as if announcing the arrival of something.

Along with the girl's rapid breathing after the disaster, the footsteps sounded particularly terrifying at this time, as if a hunter had cornered his prey.

There is nowhere to escape.

Mo Yan frowned, he knew something must have happened outside, and he regretted causing trouble.

"If you don't say anything, I'll kick you out." Mo Yan pretended to open the door.

If he hadn't heard "Number 30" and wanted to know how his elder brother was doing, he wouldn't have cared about this player at all.

In this copy of the underworld, he has no habit of showing kindness.

"——Don't! Don't!"

The girl was frightened, as if going out would be like hell. She hurriedly stopped his hand: "No. 3, No. 3, you are very familiar with No. 30, right! I saw you during the day, you were talking together... now

Only you can save us!"

"What's going on?" Mo Yan heard the footsteps getting closer and closer.

"Number 30, he is on the 30th..." the girl swallowed: "...he is a doctor."

"so what?"

"He is a doctor!" The girl stared.

"Then what?" Mo Yan spread his hands: "If the eldest brother is a doctor or a student, what does it have to do with me? It's just an identity. The eldest brother will not harm me and has saved me. I don't care what his identity is.

.”

He took the girl's hand and was about to push her out the door.

"Wait, wait - but on the 30th, he is crazy!" The girl was on the verge of despair, shouting almost at the top of her lungs.

Mo Yan was stunned.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, and even the creaking of the wooden boards stopped for an instant.

He raised his head and saw that the originally closed wooden door was opened silently, letting out a ray of darkness that had been isolated.

...He almost forgot.

The eldest brother has lock-picking skills.

The girl who was leaning against the door lost her center of gravity and tilted back involuntarily. She gritted her teeth and seemed to drop something round. The next moment, blinding smoke rose up.

Before Mo Yan could see the situation outside, he was blinded by the smoke, and a [Dizziness debuff] appeared in the upper left corner of his field of vision. He stood there and fell into a brief stiffness. He also heard the sound of limbs colliding next to him, but

He couldn't see anything for the moment.

"Cough cough cough..."

Thick smoke rose in front of his eyes, mixed with a strange smell. He coughed a few times, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. When he rubbed his eyes dry and opened them again, he saw the smoke slowly dissipating in front of him.

scene.

The doctor in a white coat stood quietly at the door. The mirror-like reflective scalpel in his hand was stained with a line of blood, and the edge was like a gold plated with a layer of indoor lights.

There is something accumulating in those eyes that look exceptionally clear in the warm light. The meaning in them is not strong, but it is almost overwhelming.

Just by looking at it, Mo Yan felt a rising sense of dizziness. The feeling came quickly and strangely, like a debuff.

The doctor in front of him gently shook the scalpel in his hand, and the bright blood from the cut throat fell to the ground, like a blood line cracking on the floor.

He walked in, kicked the body on the ground away, wiped Mo Yan's shoulder and walked in.

"Big, big brother..."

Mo Yan originally thought that being a doctor didn't matter - the eldest brother was still his eldest brother after all.

But it wasn't until he opened the door and faced his elder brother who was a doctor that he felt the pressure like a wave.

He could not help but feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

It's like an automatic fear reaction in the body, like the body is instinctively retreating.

...like an animal encountering a natural enemy.

That is a natural fear that "student" players have when facing "doctors".

It was precisely because of this fear that he couldn't think of a counterattack, and at this moment he just wanted to run away.

No wonder...that female player is so scared.

He froze in place, watching his elder brother rummaging through his room, and then saw his eyes turned towards him.
To be continued...