In the dark night, Dong Xue's eyes penetrated him like a bolt of lightning.

...He hasn't seen such a look in his eyes for a long time.

After the World Game started, it was rare for him to see such despair and such looking forward to something.

He seemed to believe that something would definitely come true, but knew in his heart that these were just fantasies. Such a combination of rationality and sensibility, such an extremely contradictory look, was once the goal he had always wanted to pursue.

And now, he saw such winter snow.

...Although he was an NPC, he was deeply touched by it.

He walked out of the laboratory and walked up to the fourth floor.

Xia Luoyang's office was still the same as it was during the day, with no changes. He simply turned this person's office upside down, took down all the books on the cabinet and read them one by one, and found that they were all psychology books.

He even dug through the potted plants in the corner and dug out all the soil, but he didn't find anything special.

He didn't see Xia Luoyang either.

Maybe the teachers' dormitories are on the upper floors, and those floors weren't open on the first night.

He restored his things and headed to his last destination tonight.

monitoring room.

Generally in horror games, the control room is a key point. Although it is also a dangerous point, it allows players to obtain a lot of information.

He walked to the control room and suddenly saw a ray of white light flashing past the door.

A small mechanical ball that seemed to be made up of small squares flew outside the door. As he approached, he felt a blue light sweep across his body quickly.

……what?

The next moment, he saw the ball suddenly glow red and seemed about to burst.

"Shua——!"

The scalpel flashed a glimmer of edge, and he quickly stepped forward and cut through the mechanical ball like tofu.

Under that knife, the red light disappeared.

As if its function was instantly destroyed, the mechanical ball that broke into two pieces fell to the ground, and everything returned to silence.

Su Mingan was originally prepared for spatial displacement, but he was afraid that this thing would blow up his clues, so he tried it with a scalpel.

He walked forward and suddenly saw a figure sticking to the door.

It was a young man also wearing a white coat. As he approached, the young man's fingers were pointed at him like a pistol, and the blue electric light on his fingertips kept beating.

But when he saw him, who was also wearing a white coat, the vigilance on the young man's face slowly dissipated.

"I didn't expect that my fellow doctor would be you." The young man did not take his hand back, but turned sideways, meaning to accept him in.

Su Mingan recalled that he had written down the appearance of the other twenty-nine people during the day. The young man was number 16. He didn't seem to have any outstanding performance during the day, and he was quite decent when copying the rules and precepts.

"Do you know me?" Su Mingan walked into the monitoring room, as if he was not afraid of the young man's gesture like a gun.

When he walked in, he saw that the young man's other hand was still lighting a cigarette.

"Number 30." The young man smiled, tapped the cigarette with his fingers, and the ashes fell: "...the number one player, Su Ming'an."

"The first player is downstairs." Su Mingan pointed in the direction of the impostor's room.

"No, there is no first player who is pushed against the wall and beaten."

"It's hard to say, what if someone is in shadow state?"

"call……"

The young man blew out a puff of white smoke.

Through the escaping smoke, Su Ming'an could see the extremely obvious dark circles under the other party's eyes, his face that was too pale under the dim light of the monitoring room... and the bloodshot eyes.

The opponent's sanity value may not be too high either.

"So I noticed it." The young man smiled and took a puff of cigarette.

wisps of white smoke floated out of the bright orange cigarette butt. He drooped his eyelids and looked slightly tired: "...it doesn't feel right."

"Feel?"

"How you feel about the number one player." The young man pointed at him: "He is not, you are."

Su Mingan laughed and passed him to see the scene in the monitoring room.

He has discovered that there are three dangerous mechanical balls floating in the monitoring room. The previous one should be responsible for guarding, and the three in the room are the player's attack methods.

The screen in the monitoring room was bright, and there was a laptop next to it. There were codes and progress bars on the screen that he couldn't understand, and it seemed that automatic calculations were being performed.

The young man heard Su Ming'an indirectly admitting his identity and followed him in.

"This is the control room of this wretched place, the only place where you can connect to the Internet." The young man tapped his fingers on the desktop: "I must describe the Internet speed of this wretched place - it is simply the most shitty place I have ever seen.

.”

"This laptop is?"

"My props are also considered skills." The young man said, "My fellow doctor, you may not be aware that during the clearance process, in addition to absolute force, there are some auxiliary skills that tend to decrypt. Sometimes,

Extremely effective.”

Su Mingan glanced at the computer screen. It was full of dense white codes, and the cursor kept flashing like a wriggling ant.

"Computer skills?"

"No, in this regard, it's just personal wisdom." The young man smiled: "My previous career was not very visible, but it has worked wonders here - that wonderful laptop is my skill.

Part of it.”

The young man leaned against the door, as if he was going to be completely trapped in the darkness, and sighed: "...although I think this game is similar to a kind of torture."

... Use the method of dividing the crowd, the method of calculating class with points, the method of driving him crazy.

And he didn't even have room to resist.

Although he has begun to gain strength in the game and is quite ambitious, he misses the original blue planet all the time, although in the end he can only be forced into a small corner by so many black shadows.

...just like it is now.

Facing the world-shaking figure in front of him, he understood the fact that he and the person in front of him had become "teammates", and lit another cigarette.

Only nicotine can temporarily wake him up.

"Decoding takes a while... To be honest, sometimes, I am shocked by the unscientific skills provided by this world's games." The young man looked at the computer screen that kept tapping out white symbols: "The things it cracks

, actually even I can’t understand it at all.”

"The skills provided only let you know what you can use, and will not give you room to learn and improve." Su Mingan said: "Don't think too much... Acting in accordance with the established rules is what players should do."

He walked to the screen and looked at the picture on the surveillance camera.

The surveillance is divided into six scenes, the corridor on the first floor, the corridor on the second floor, the large classroom on the third floor, the canteen and laboratory on the third floor, and an outdoor scene.

Su Mingan reasonably suspected that this person had seen him coming up a long time ago.

I deliberately placed a mechanical ball outside, probably just to test my skills.

His attention was attracted by the outdoor surveillance, and he saw a forest scene with a gurgling stream.

"Where is that?" he asked.

"I don't know, it's probably outdoors." The young man blew out smoke rings: "It's a mental hospital, it's a correctional institution, there should be some outdoor space. Maybe we can see it in a few days."

Su Mingan nodded, and after confirming that there was nothing special about this monitoring room, he was about to turn around and leave.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Seeing that he was about to leave without even the slightest intention of exchanging clues, the young man took a step forward.

"Go back to sleep." Su Mingan said.

"...Don't you have any students to be executed tonight?" The young man raised his eyebrows.

"He is not guilty, why should I punish him?"

"I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go."

"Then I will be the first to report you, derelict doctor." Su Mingan stepped out.

"Wait."

Su Mingan heard shouting from behind.

The next moment, he saw three mechanical balls emitting blood-red light floating in the air. They rotated and joined together in a square pattern, and quickly stretched out a black muzzle, aiming at him.

Su Mingan laughed: "You want to do something to me?"

"No, I still have some self-awareness." The young man shook his head: "It's just that someone asked me to do something for you if I meet the number one player. I didn't expect that I was lucky this time. I really met him.

You... then I must complete the work entrusted to me by him."

"What to do?"

"Let me...tell you a story."
To be continued...