As Mo Yan said this, he wanted to imitate the "number one player" and find a seat to sit.
He just counted the number of people, and there were exactly thirty people. There are thirty positions for thirty people, and this position should be prepared for them.
The seats close to the first player had already been selected. Mo Yan found a seat a circle outside and wanted to sit down.
"Don't sit down yet."
Su Mingan held his shoulders: "There's a problem."
"Ah? But the great god is sitting down..."
Mo Yan is not blind either.
In fact, any slightly observant player would have seen the suspicious hoop on the seat.
But the first player sat.
The number one player who will never take the wrong route and never trigger a copy crisis is sitting here.
Therefore, as long as you follow the first player, it is absolutely correct.
Mo Yan also thought so. Since the first player has sat down in advance, does that mean that this dungeon requires them to sit on a chair before it can start? Or, those who do not sit on a chair will be punished or something...
In short, you can’t go wrong by following the first player.
Many people followed the first player and sat down, but they were wary of the hoop on the armrest and did not put their hands on it stupidly. Others preferred to stand aside rather than sit down. Their vigilance was higher than their trust in the first player.
Lin Jiang is also one of them.
Although she was acting extremely timid now, even the slightest movement would startle her, but she just stood in the corner with her head lowered, and no one dared to approach her.
Everyone has the identity of the possessed NPC, and their appearance is the appearance of the NPC.
If Lin Jiang hadn't met Mo Yan at night, and Mo Yan recognized the blood-red seal she used and announced her skills loudly enough for other players who didn't open the door to hear, no one else would have known she was Lin Jiang. ginger.
But Mo Yan just shouted it out.
This resulted in... this seemingly harmless Lin Jiang becoming the target of public criticism.
Su Mingan looked at this scene. He watched the players choose their respective positions, as if he saw people's different positions.
Some followed the fake number one player and sat down, some stood aside and said nothing, some chose to huddle together and whisper, and some huddled in the corner unable to raise their heads.
Mo Yan stood beside him. The young man holding the big sword glanced hesitantly at the "number one player" who had his eyes closed and was concentrating, and then hesitantly glanced at the kind elder brother next to him, but chose not to move.
...The eldest brother didn't even sit down, how could he sit down first.
Since the eldest brother said he won’t sit down, then he won’t sit down!
Thinking like this, Mo Yan stood where he was.
Then, he heard a very crisp sound of footsteps.
Loud, clear, like glass hitting glass, after the sound that seemed to be isolated from the human voice appeared, everyone stopped in unison.
The "number one player" sitting on the soft chair opened his eyes slightly in a pretentious manner and looked out the door.
Wearing a heavy mask, black sunglasses, and a white coat as wide as a sack, his appearance and body could not be seen clearly. He was holding a light and slowly walked down the stairs.
Where there was no staircase before, an upward staircase suddenly appeared. This strange figure appeared in front of everyone, as if he had stepped down from the fourth floor.
...This should be the key NPC in this copy.
Like a facilitator, this person should tell the players about the tasks during the day.
He faced the gaze of thirty people, walked into the large classroom, and then stepped onto the podium.
He placed the glass lamp in his hand on the podium. In the dark field of vision, the candlelight became the only bright color in front of him.
"——My dear thirty students, welcome to Baisha Paradise."
The man suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and low, as if his throat had been damaged.
"Today is your first day here."
"I am glad that morning has come and night is over. You are all punctual - how did you sleep last night, my dear children?"
He suddenly asked a question, and his masked head slowly raised, as if waiting for someone to answer.
There was silence.
The dust in the air swirled in the light, the weirdo's body stood beside the podium, and the flames in the lamp were like dancing elves.
In the dark field of vision, the firelight traced on his white mask, gradually showing thorn-like lines.
"Slept well."
In the silence, someone suddenly made a voice.
The "number one player" who was all eyes on was sitting on a soft chair, with a glimmer of light flowing from his eyes.
"Thanks for the hospitality," he said.
The weirdo nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer.
"...Master is different, so calm..."
Mo Yan, who huddled next to him and lowered his presence, exclaimed in a low voice.
Su Mingan: "..."
"Since you have a good rest, let's get ready to start - the morning light has arrived, my children." The weirdo continued, his tone raised a degree, and he seemed to be excited.
He raised his hand, which was wrapped in bandages.
"First of all, please sit down in your place." He said.
At the same time, digital signs were erected on the backs of thirty soft chairs.
The number one, up to the number thirty.
Thirty signs suddenly stood on the back of the chair.
Others also noticed this scene. They communicated with each other and walked towards their numbered seats.
"Huh? Sure enough, you still have to sit down... I remember I was number three..." Mo Yan saw others starting to move and immediately went to find his seat marked number three.
Su Mingan stood where he was, not moving.
"Brother, you said you were number one last night, right? Number one is over there." Mo Yan pointed to a seat near the podium.
But at this moment, Mo Yan realized something was wrong.
Another player is sitting on seat number one.
"Brother, someone has taken your seat..." Mo Yan turned to look at Su Ming'an.
Su Mingan still didn't move.
...He didn't even know his number.
He didn't know if this had something to do with the role he played, but he did not receive any notification of his current number. When Mo Yan mentioned this last night, he also made up a number.
...But now it seems that the secret is about to be exposed.
"You go and sit down first, and I'll look for you later."
He ignored Mo Yan and didn't say anything to him, so as not to attract other people's attention.
He pretended that he hadn't found the seat corresponding to his number yet, and looked around among the seats. When everyone was sitting in confusion, he found a seat that had been left behind and sat on it.
That seat is "No. 30."
If no one is sitting on it, this seat should be yours.
...Although I don’t know why the system didn’t tell me it was “number 30” at first.
The seat is moderately soft and hard, making it very comfortable to sit on, just like lying on a sofa chair. But a sense of danger always lingered in his mind.
He glanced at the suspicious bracelet on the armrest and put his hands on his legs, ready to escape through spatial displacement at any time.
The night session was so hellish, he didn't believe that the day session would be without danger.
He was the last one to take a seat, and the other players looked very uneasy.
He noticed that Lin Jiang was number 21, and her whole body seemed to be shaking when she sat in her seat.
And the moment he called his seat, the light screen in front of him lit up.
[Welcome players to the sixth world - White Sand Paradise! 】
[Now is the first day, daytime session. 】
[Each copy has twenty players and ten NPCs, and you will become students of the same class together. 】
[Each player and NPC has his own number, ranging from 1 to 30. 】
[On the fifth day, the class will select the three most outstanding "outstanding students" to win the final prize! 】
[Players please follow the NPC rules and do not deviate from the correct route. 】
…
The panel stayed in front of me for a long time.
The other players must have received the same message. They were all silent at this time, as if they were looking at the panel in front of them.
Su Mingan quickly scanned these lines, and then felt confused.
…Since everyone has a number.
Then why did he...
At this moment, the blue light screen flickered slightly.
Then, lines of blood words slowly emerged.
…
[This copy has the identity of "student" and "doctor". 】
[The number of "students" is 28. "Students" need to act in accordance with the instructions of the dean and strictly abide by the relevant regulations of Baisha. 】
[There are two people with the identity of "doctors". "Doctors" need to put themselves in the shoes of "students" in order to treat them. Therefore, "doctors" are hidden among thirty people.
The "doctor" can extract a real file of the "student" every day during the day and make a judgment to determine whether he can receive treatment. "Doctors" can execute bad students at night who are judged to be incurable. 】
[At the same time, "students" can report dereliction of duty "doctors" to the dean. 】
[Once the "doctor" fails to correctly judge the quality of a student and executes the wrong student, the "doctor" will be judged to be derelict in his duties. 】
[Once the "doctor" fails to deal with all bad students in time within five days, the "doctor" will be judged to be derelict in his duties. 】
[Once the "student" successfully reports the "doctor", the "student" will have a direct opportunity to become an "outstanding student". On the contrary, if the "doctor" lives to the end with due diligence, the "doctor" will have the right to recommend "outstanding students". 】
["Students" can also choose to kill "doctors", and they will take their place, breaking away from the status of "students" and gaining the status of "doctors". 】
["Doctors" cannot become "outstanding students", they will have other dungeon conditions. 】
[The two “doctors” do not know each other’s identities. 】
…
The rules are long, but overall pretty simple.
Students have two options. They can stay vigilant at night, fight against the doctors, and avoid being killed by them, and then report to the dean during the day and become guaranteed "excellent students."
At the same time, they can also choose to counter-kill the doctor and become the next doctor, and then have the opportunity to take the initiative at night and obtain other unmarked dungeon conditions.
The second path is relatively risky, because becoming a doctor means that they must "judge" which files, and then deal with those who are judged as "bad students" every day. If you are not careful, you will be counterattacked and everything will be in vain.
Su Mingan thought for a while.
He was very curious about how the rule written in [The doctor can extract a student's real file every day and make a judgment to determine whether he can receive treatment] was used.
Give the doctor a file and let him make his own subjective judgment?
From the perspective of a "doctor", how to directly judge whether a person is guilty or not? Is he a good person?
...This method of judgment sounds wrong just by hearing it.
It's in line with the usual standards of this crappy game.
He read the rules carefully again.
... Generally speaking, there are two dominant identities.
One is a student who is very powerful and can ensure that he will not be killed.
And the trainees who killed the doctors on the fourth and fifth days and became doctors.
On the contrary, the students who are weak and unable to take the initiative, and the unlucky ones who become doctors on the first day... they are the most disadvantaged.
Especially the unlucky guy who becomes a doctor on the first day... Not only must he work diligently to assassinate students every night, but he must also ensure that he is not counterattacked and that his judgment does not make mistakes, in case he executes a student with a clean file or lets him go. If they find guilty students, they will also be "judged as derelict in their duties"...
The blood-red text continued to emerge, seeming to tell him the remaining hidden information.
…
[Player (Su Mingan), your number is: 30 (non-student status, the number is a disguise number)]
[Your identity is: doctor. 】
[Identity work: Disguise yourself as a student during the day and blend in among the students. At night, students are judged as good or bad, and bad students are executed. 】
[Identity advantage: During the night operation, all hidden doors and windows of Baisha Paradise are completely open to you. You can freely explore for clues while executing students. 】
[Identity points to note: Rationally judge whether a student is good or bad. Stay vigilant to prevent counterattacks by students at night. Doctors are not allowed to attack students when they are in a "special state".
——Please be a "good doctor" who is just, fair, kind, kind, dedicated and full of dedication, and is considerate to students╭(￣︶￣)ψ]
…
very good.
The unlucky one is myself.
Su Mingan finally understood why he didn't have a number in the first place.
He looked at the white coat in the temporary toolbar.
He found this white coat in the closet of the initial room, hidden under layers of blue and white hospital gowns. He had previously wondered why there was a doctor's coat under the hospital gown, but now he understood.
It turns out that he is the "doctor".
A doctor who is hidden among the students, "feels sympathetic" to the students, and has the power to execute the students' life and death.
White sand paradise...
In this place like a closed academy, there are "doctors".
Strange creatures appear here at night, and the swaying lights are like wandering ghosts. If you are not careful, you will trigger an immediate death judgment.
During the day here, there are weird people with bandages all over their bodies and thick masks on their faces. They will call "children" to them with a strange fanaticism in their tone.
The room was like a large classroom, with iron rings on the soft chairs that held prisoners in place.
In their respective rooms, the notebooks lying on the table were stained with blood.
If what he expected was good...
Su Mingan raised his head.
He saw the morning light covered with blood outside the window. The light slowly fell on the strange man, illuminating the dark blackboard behind him for an instant.
Through the light, he saw the strangely twisted bloody words on the blackboard, intertwined like tree roots, like torn bloody thorns.
The weirdo on the podium slowly raised his head, and the eyes under his sunglasses seemed to be looking at him.
...the so-called "white sand paradise".
Su Mingan coughed.
The smell of disinfectant hangs in the air and is always present wherever it is.
In front of him, a brand new interface was slowly emerging.
【"Doctor"·First Day】
[You have obtained student file No. 27]
He dispersed the flocculation in the air and watched the words of blood appear on the panel little by little, already thinking in his mind.
…
The full name of this "White Sand Paradise" should be called...
"White Sands Mental Hospital",
That's right.
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