The silver-white scalpel plunged into the throat of the person on the ground, and the blood-stained handle shook slightly.

In the center of the bright field of vision, the light shining from the ground is clearer than during the day.

Su Mingan took a step forward, retracted the scalpel, turned his head, and looked at the crack of the open door deep in the corridor.

A short distance away, through the crack in the door, he could see a black-haired girl holding the door open, looking over here with her round eyes.

"……ah."

The girl's somewhat frightened voice sounded, and the next moment, the door was immediately closed.

Su Mingan looked away.

He had already finished discussing the "clearance" plan with Lin Jiang at night.

Lin Jiang is responsible for the second floor, and he is responsible for the first floor.

Killing other players has more advantages than disadvantages for him. Eliminating all those who may report him can prevent him from being reported for negligence. In this kind of dungeon, it is best to die once less.

Since Dongxue lived in the dormitory area on the second floor, which was Lin Jiang's responsibility, he had informed Lin Jiang in advance not to kill Dongxue.

He has seen the evil intentions of this copy. In order to prevent the battle line from being stretched further, he does not want the copy to be reset all the time.

The longer you stay here, the greater the mental damage you will suffer.

He walked all the way on the first floor and killed six people, including players and NPCs. He successfully raised his sanity value to 100 points.

The dark corners, blood, and ubiquitous sounds and illusions all disappeared at this time.

...But he found that it wasn't over yet.

An increase in San level will simply stop hallucinations and will not further worsen the mental state.

It does not forcibly repair the player's damaged mental state.

As a result, he still maintained at a level that was neither high nor low. He had no strong hallucinations, but his condition was definitely not perfect.

He held the scalpel and looked at the closed door next to the corridor.

There are only two people left alive on the first floor.

When he killed the second person just now, he may have triggered public outrage, causing everyone in the other rooms to push out the door and rush towards him with an attitude about to have a mental breakdown.

He didn't even have time to send out the tower invitation.

He succeeded in getting rid of these people.

In such a narrow corridor with no room for escape, only a large-scale spatial vibration is needed.

Coupled with the last-hitting Scalpel and Obliterate, he didn't let anyone go.

Therefore, the two people who were still alive survived mainly because they did not open the door impulsively.

He turned the scalpel in his hand and walked toward the door deep in the corridor that had just been pushed open.

But when he stretched out his hand, intending to use Annihilation to break open the door, the door opened on its own initiative.

Standing in front of the door, a pretty black-haired girl looked straight at him with a pair of moist eyes.

"Player No. 1." Chiharu Hashimoto said, "Before you start, can you take a photo with me?"

"The way I look now, I'm afraid I'm not suitable for taking pictures," Su Mingan said.

Because the space vibration was too close to him, the blood also splashed all over him, and now the white coat was covered with bright red and black marks.

"It's okay." Chiharu Hashimoto smiled: "...I just want my trip not to be in vain, and thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Thank you for setting me free."

"...There is nothing to be grateful for." Su Mingan said: "I killed you, and I am the one who has a vested interest. There is no need to beautify my behavior."

"You're right, number one player." Chiharu Hashimoto looked at him with big, hopeful eyes: "Competitive dungeons, strong conflicts, and killing players are bad? I don't think so, just because

Your name is very loud, so those people will criticize you so harshly. I think there are some things that are really ridiculous. Obviously they can kill those players who have gone crazy in the name of eliminating aliens, but in the end

But they accuse you of not killing them."

She saw the person in front of her stretching out his hand, seemingly operating something, and then shared a picture with her.

"The photo has been taken," Su Mingan said.

Chiharu Hashimoto opened her eyes wide and looked at the ghost-like version of herself in the photo, and was shocked that the person in front of her took the photo without even saying hello.

"...No, I think, can we take another photo? I was still talking just now..." She wanted to tactfully remind the other party of the straight male photo angle.

"Just when you were talking, people in the live broadcast room must have left countless photos." Su Mingan said: "There are them from all angles. You can go back and find them yourself."

He said, putting his fingers on her temples.

"Ah, by the way." Su Mingan said, "I am now extending a battle invitation to you."

"What?" Chiharu Hashimoto had already closed her eyes when she suddenly heard such a sentence.

"do you accept?"

"……ah?"

"If you don't respond, then I will accept it by default." Su Mingan said.

The next moment, she saw a blue system prompt unfolding before her eyes.

[You have accepted the duel application (tower invitation).]

She was stunned. Before she could realize what this "invitation" was, she suddenly felt a sharp pain.

The world in front of me was turned upside down in an instant, and my five senses disappeared in an instant.

She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but found that she could no longer control her body, and even her consciousness was sinking into darkness little by little.

...Why don't you say hello just like taking photos?

Chiharu Hashimoto's thoughts arose for a moment, and then disappeared along with the silent darkness.

…

[Current number of invitations: 1 person.]

…

Su Ming'an retracted his hand and watched as the black-haired girl's body fell backwards and fell hard to the ground.

He had just come along this way and had also experimented with other invitation methods from the tower.

But obviously, it won't work if it's too vague. He must clearly say "I have the idea of ​​​​fighting with you".

The invitation he sent was rejected by the first person, and after being rejected once, he could not send it out a second time within a short period of time.

Compared with Edward's original skill of forcibly pulling people into the time realm, this skill is slightly lower-end. If you take the initiative to speak without speaking, you will be rejected.

But he didn't think that hiding skills would be so useless.

Perhaps after he unlocks the locked skill of the equipment, the strength of this skill will be improved.

He took a look at the layout of Chiharu Hashimoto's room and searched for a while, but found nothing else.

She actually dropped one similar to [Item No. 23, Old Teddy Bear], [Item No. 11, Flying Cherry Blossoms]. On it were recorded the emotional words of some girls.

He can probably guess that these props are related to the identity missions played by the players.

Instead of taking this thing with him, he decided to kill the remaining fish that slipped through the net.

When he turned around, he saw another door in the corridor, now open.

The young man holding the sword stood quietly in the warm light, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

"Brother." Mo Yan said, his voice a little hoarse: "...Are you really still crazy?"

"Not crazy."

"But, you killed everyone else at night, whether they were players or NPCs..." Mo Yan opened his mouth and held the sword tighter: "...Does it really not matter? What happened to them?

There may be clues hidden there too.”

"I have found the key NPC, and I have an idea of ​​the rough dungeon route, so there will be no problem." Su Mingan said.

"..."

Mo Yan lowered his head, as if he was brewing 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 beating, burning fire.

"Then brother wants to kill me too?" he said.

"Will you report me to the dean?"

"Of course not! Brother saved my life, of course I will not betray him!"

"...But I have always had a question." Su Mingan put his hand next to the door.

Mo Yan's expression changed slightly.
To be continued...