It seemed like it was still in its initial state at this point, and he still couldn't move.
All I could smell was the smell of hospital disinfectant and the touch of soft sheets that gradually became clearer.
The voice sounded on the right. It was a male voice. After saying that sentence, steady footsteps sounded.
The footsteps are gradually moving away.
The only thing left in my ears was the ticking of the clock, one after another, echoing in the quiet room. Combined with the smell of disinfectant, it sounded like a quiet feeling of terror.
Then, the system prompts that it will arrive on time:
【Welcome all players to the sixth world!】
[World name: White Sand Paradise]
[Basic mission for all players: Survive and survive until the fifth day]
[Player’s personal advanced mission: (Decided based on the role played by the player, and is being issued...)]
[Perfect clearance: Discover the secret behind White Sand Paradise. 】
…
"Ding dong!"
[The mission of the person in power: ensure the survival of NPC "Yang Xia". 】
[Task reward: Advancement of status as "the person in power". 】
[Punishment for mission failure: The status of "power holder" returns to the basic formal period. 】
…
[New sanity value (sanity value) setting is added in the sixth world. 】
[Please note: The san value is closely related to the player's mental state. If it is too high or too low, different events will be triggered, which will affect the final ending route of this world plot! 】
[Players please always pay attention to changes in san value. 】
…
At the same time, in front of the dark field of vision, in addition to the green life bar and the blue mana bar, another long orange bar slowly appeared.
Unlike the two long tubes, the orange in this long tube seems to be moving. When you look at it, it feels like it is flowing slowly.
At this time, the value on the orange bar is exactly 80/100.
The full value is 100, and Su Mingan's san value is 80 at this time.
The barrage interface in the upper right corner also started scrolling:
【First!】
【I'm coming!】
[There are so few people participating in this dungeon... Are you still scared by the previous world? 】
[I think I was mainly frightened by the Sixth World keywords Su Mingan announced on the forum...]
[Alienation, madness, endless hell...are really not good words. 】
[Indeed, I was ready to quit, but I was suddenly frightened back by this notice. 】
[Those who dare to end up in this world are warriors...]
[Why does Su Mingan even know the information about the next world? What is his identity? Why are there so many preferential treatment? 】
[It is recommended that the identity name be changed to: "the organizer's own son", funny.jpg]
[Preferential treatment is none of your business, I don’t want to spare this lemon, nmsl]
【……】
As the barrages surged, Su Mingan turned on his daily automatic blocking mode.
He had learned before that san value meant sanity value, which was similar to what the system explained and was closely related to his mental state.
Therefore, he specially traveled to Minghui for more than a day just to adjust his spirit to the best state.
Now it seems that I am in good spirits and can actually reach a value of 80.
The control over his body gradually returned, and when he finally opened his eyes, he first saw a gray ceiling.
In the pale square, an incandescent lamp shone a dazzling light, and he closed his eyes slightly again.
...Wait, the view is wrong.
At least not like normal.
He opened his eyes again and clearly saw the faint dark corners surrounding his vision.
It was as if the edges of the eyeballs had been smeared with a layer of black, and the edges of the picture he was looking at were blurred, leaving only the center circle as the normal field of vision.
Just like the vision of a nuclear flashlight in a horror game, the central circle is clear, but the surrounding areas seem to be obscured by black fog.
And just as he was closing and opening his eyes, the originally stable incandescent light flickered strangely for a moment.
"Bah, bah-"
Accompanied by a strange explosion, the vision in front of him turned black and white. When the light dimmed, he seemed to vaguely see a blood-red shadow.
Just as he was about to take a closer look, in the blink of an eye, the light came on again.
...it's like nothing happened.
He waited for a moment, and finally waited until his body's consciousness was completely restored, and then slowly sat up.
He looked toward the room.
The room was very small, and the living space was squeezed into an extremely narrow space by the gray walls. In addition to the bed under me, there was a wooden table, a chair, and a small wardrobe next to it.
The clock on the wall was ticking, resounding throughout the small room.
At this time, the hour hand points to 1. If his guess is correct, it is one o'clock in the morning. However, the afternoon is not at all out of the question.
The simple and plain furniture pressed quietly against the ground, leaving an extremely narrow path.
Apart from that, there is nothing.
There was no trace of the person who spoke. There was only a narrow door that was quietly closed. There was no gap under the door and nothing could be seen outside.
He looked up and saw a window on the wall.
The window pane was dark, and there was no light outside, but when he looked over, it seemed like twisted black lines were spreading out from the window pane, and branches and leaves were growing desperately, as if shadows were coming in from the outside.
But the next time he blinked, the twisted black lines suddenly disappeared.
It's like nothing happened.
...It is indeed the underworld.
He stretched out his hand and saw a pair of almost bony hands.
Under the pale light, the hand was almost transparent. There were countless pinholes on the back of the hand, and there was a huge gash running along the upper right arm and spreading to the back of the hand. The scar looked very hideous.
He opened the sheets and saw a blue and white striped hospital gown. Under the hospital gown was an extremely thin body. The large clothes were put on him like a huge sack. .
He suddenly felt a pain in his thigh. This pain did not just appear, it seemed to have always been there. It was just as he continued to strengthen his control over his body that he gradually became aware of this continuous pain.
After thinking for a moment, he closed the live broadcast room and unzipped his pants.
He saw a line of deep red words carved on his thigh.
…
[Don't let them hear. 】
…
The wound had not yet healed, and the marks he had scratched were still very clear. Accompanied by bursts of pain, he blocked the writing and felt that the situation was getting weirder.
……"them".
"who are they?
Don't let "them" hear anything?
This information was so crucial that the original person endured great pain and engraved it directly on his body so that he could see it immediately instead of writing it down in some notebook nearby.
He restarted the live broadcast, thought about it, and slowly got out of bed.
He put on his slippers and stepped onto the floor, his steps sinking.
The floor suddenly made a distorted "squeaking" sound.
The sound was extremely strange, like a person wailing in a very high tone.
He frowned.
...Anyway, let’s take a look at the appearance first.
Appearance is a very important thing, and sometimes it can help him determine his current identity.
He brought up the system mirror and looked at the mirror.
He met a pair of dead eyes.
It was as if the emotions inside had been completely buried, leaving only a dark stagnant water. When he looked at the eyes in the mirror, he seemed to see a silent tombstone in his eyes.
The face of this body is pale, the outline of the face is extremely thin, the flesh is not obvious at all, and the lip color is very light. The whole body seems to be made of light colors, except for the pair of deep black eyes with the texture of glass beads, which is particularly special. Attract attention.
...a very decadent and beautiful face.
Although it feels too weak.
He looks young, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
And when he looked at the person in the mirror, he suddenly saw himself smiling.
He stretched out his hand and pressed the corners of his mouth to make sure he wasn't smiling.
……baffling.
He turned off the system mirror.
Walking on the creaky floor to the table, he saw a worn notebook lying on the yellowed table.
[You found the item (**'s diary), do you want to start reconnaissance? (Clues obtained through reconnaissance are related to spirit and wisdom)]
... There is no hint as to whose diary it is, and the name in front of the prop's name seems to have been deliberately obscured, without providing any information hint.
Su Mingan opened the diary.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something moving at the edge of his dark vision.
He quickly turned around, but it was still the same wall, with nothing unusual.
The wall paint seems to be peeling off at any time, and the room looks extremely old, as if it has experienced many years of time.
When he looked at the wall, he seemed to feel that this ordinary white wall also had eyes, staring at him in silence.
He turned back and opened his notebook.
【……I'm dying. 】
The first thing I saw was a line of bright red words, as if written with blood.
He continued to look down and saw that the bright red writing seemed to have been pasted by hand. The blood-like writing was pulled under the page, blurring the other words.
He turned to the next page and saw line after line of description:
[…I’ve been here for a long, long time. 】
[But no one, no one, can really...]
[I looked down and saw an abyss. So, I jumped down and jumped into the abyss. 】
[My tombstone is left on the cliff, and no one knows about it. 】
【My goal is achieved. 】
[I accepted the experiment for...]
As the initial key prop notebook, it can always be glued on at critical moments, like a riddle for you to guess while looking at it.
Su Mingan turned over several pages but all were blank. He simply put up his notebook and turned the pages quickly.
The paper was crossed page after page, and there were either blank spaces or all kinds of words that he couldn't understand, like ghost drawings. However, the system did not give any prompts for money, so he could not read the diary like he did in the first place. Get translated.
Until finally, the paper reaches the last page.
It contained a passage that had nothing to do with the previous text.
…
【Despair spreads in the world. 】
[Despair pollutes life. 】
[Despair cannot be suppressed. 】
[It's crazy, feverish, boiling, and unstoppable. 】
[I looked up and saw the boundless ocean. There was no halo on the sea, and there was no light in front of me. 】
[Withered skins and wandering ghosts, we are parasitic here, like a dead seedling looking downwards for a little bit of living space, like a fish in stagnant water longing for the last bit of air. 】
[We who are struggling so desperately, humble, want to live. 】
【Is it possible……】
…
【*You got clue one (**'s diary)】
[Clue 1·**’s diary:
[He is talented and capable, but he chooses to be trapped in his most glorious moment, standing at the intersection of life and death and struggling repeatedly. 】
[Thus, he became a complete weakling, a skin willing to fall, a clown in the eyes of others. 】
[He is in a difficult situation, he is on the verge of an abyss. 】
[He looked down and saw an abyss, so he jumped down into the abyss. 】
[His tombstone was left on the cliff. No one knows about this tombstone. 】
[——When people saw him later, he was still dazzling. 】】
…
[Activate identity task·**]
[Identity mission: Find your own name.
A real name is extremely valuable to everyone. 】
…
He tried to put the notebook into his backpack, but suddenly found that he couldn't put it in.
At this time, a system message popped up:
[You cannot put items into the backpack at will in this copy. 】
[The temporary props bar has been opened. 】
[You can put certain items into the temporary item slot and take them away. 】
[On some routes, the temporary prop bar must carry certain items, otherwise it will cause the route to deviate. 】
…
At the same time, a toolbar appeared directly below the field of vision.
There are three grids in between, which means he can carry three items.
He dragged the notebook into the inventory and occupied a space. Other tables and chairs cannot be put in because they are not "specific items".
He continued his search and went to open the desk drawer, but when he opened it, it was empty.
He found that there was still space under the table. When he bent down and looked down, there was still nothing underneath.
And when he bent down, he heard a "squeak--".
He straightened up and saw that the drawer that had been closed just now was opened again unknowingly.
He pushed the drawer back and looked at the last clue point in the room.
Wardrobe.
The wardrobe is not big, but it can almost accommodate one person. It is in a sealed state at this time.
He placed one hand on the closet handle, and the other hand was brewing to annihilate. If something suddenly popped out of the closet, he could fight back.
Under the alert gaze, he exerted force, and the single-sided cabinet door was quickly opened by him.
"Squeak——"
The pale light poured in instantly, illuminating the space inside.
The stacked hospital gowns make the monotonous blue and white colors mix together, like layers of rags.
…There was no attack.
He opened the clothes one by one and checked whether there was any writing on them.
When he turned to the bottom item, he saw a flash of white like snow.
It was a white coat, a doctor's uniform.
[Detected that specific items can be carried]
He dragged his white coat into the prop rack, and then suddenly heard a gust of wind.
It's like wind but not wind, it's like something buzzing in my ears. He felt a little cold on the back of his neck, as if someone had breathed on him suddenly.
He turned around and saw the drawer being suddenly opened again.
"..."
This drawer seems to have a mind of its own.
He turned around again to see if there was anything else in the closet.
...but saw that the closet door that was originally open was now completely closed.
It closed silently, not even the wind or sound of the cabinet door moving, as if it had never been opened.
The bright yellow wardrobe was reflecting light, and he could vaguely see his standing shadow.
The scorching light was strangely mixed with the blurred projection, and the pale light splashed back into his eyes.
He closed his eyes.
Behind him, the sound of the wooden door being quietly pushed open was particularly harsh in the silence.
…
[Don't let them hear. 】
…
[Current san value: 70]
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