Dongxue was wearing a hospital gown that was too wide, and even her head was almost covered in the hospital gown. She lowered her head and stood next to the bookshelf, looking at a book seriously.
When she noticed his movement, she turned her head, revealing a pair of dark eyes.
Winter snow.
Winter snow during the day.
Su Mingan recognized the other party instantly.
However, it was very different from the Dongxue at night. This Dongxue during the day was wearing a hospital gown that was too wide and could almost wrap her whole body.
Her skin also looked a little dark and rough, and even her hair seemed less than at night. Her eyes were dim, and she didn't look so beautiful and charming.
Su Mingan instantly switched to strategy mode.
But unexpectedly, it was Dongxue who took the initiative to speak, her voice was a little low, and her tone seemed very familiar.
"You're here." She said, opening the book in her hand to show him: "Come and see the swan dance I just saw."
Su Ming'an looked over and saw a picture of an actress dancing in the book. She stood on tiptoes, her figure was graceful, and the temperament of a professional dancer almost came to her face, like a snow-white swan.
"I hope... I can learn this dance after the correction is over and I go out." Dongxue looked at the pictures in the book with envy in her eyes: "... I also hope to have a dress of my own, preferably a Red dance skirt, bright red, backless, they all said that this kind of dress is not suitable for me, I can't wear it, I should wear a long shirt and long pants... But I don't think so."
"There are still more than three days." Su Mingan said.
"Well, there are still more than three days...I will definitely become an [Excellent Student]." Dongxue said, "You will also see such a day, right."
Su Mingan thought.
He has discovered that Dongxue knows the original person and the identity he plays.
"Speaking of which, is your birthday coming soon?" Su Mingan said suddenly.
He wanted to find out the original name without disturbing Dongxue.
He saw that Dong Xue's eyes changed instantly.
Something crystal sparkled in her eyes, and then, a teardrop fell out.
...Su Ming'an never expected that his tentative words could make people cry.
"You remember." Dongxue murmured, tears falling from her cheeks and dripping on the ground: "...you actually remember my birthday."
"I want to write a birthday card to you. Just write blessings on the card and then write our names..." Before Su Ming'an could finish her words, she heard Dong Xue shouting excitedly.
"Yes, yes, we need to write our names, Dongxue... Dongxue..." She raised her eyelids, her eyes drifting, as if she had stung him on the face:
"And you, Yang Xia."
Su Mingan: "..."
Hearing Dongxue's call, Su Mingan didn't recover for a while.
——Yang Xia is actually me?
No, Yang Xia is "she", a virtual woman, but his body is a real man.
He realized a possibility.
...Dongxue may have recognized the wrong person.
It is said that in such high-pressure situations, it is not uncommon for people to have hallucinations. If Dongxue places too much ideals on her virtual girlfriend, in this unmanned environment, it is possible to identify him as the imaginary Yang Xia. .
After all, it's not uncommon for people to go crazy here.
"There are still more than three days." Dongxue closed the book, her eyes full of beauty: "Although everyone says that I am naive, say that I have problems, and say that I am immature, I am absolutely right... Yang Xia, only you understand me , only you care about me, you are the one who pulls me back from the cliff every time, I only have you..."
"Yeah." Su Mingan said, "You're right, Dongxue."
He originally just agreed and was ready to say something else.
Unexpectedly, when he said these words, he felt an extremely strong dizziness.
As if the scene in front of him turned into broken glass, as if the surrounding colors were suddenly smeared and melted away, a sudden feeling of nausea suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, almost engulfing him.
……what happened.
He covered his chest, and the glowing orange bar in the upper left corner kept sliding down.
What wrong answer did he trigger?
He knew that facing the most critical NPC in this dungeon, if there was even the slightest mistake in words, he would face dire consequences.
He raised his eyes and looked at Dongxue standing in front of him.
Her face was full of confusion, as if she didn't expect him to have such an answer.
"Yang Xia." Dong Xue said.
The hospital gown almost covered her whole body, leaving only most of her head exposed. When she opened her lips, the collar was blown slightly.
She looked at him, and the blue and white stripes on her body seemed to be looking at him. Her exposed, reed-like thin fingers and exposed ankle seemed to be looking at him, gradually locking him completely.
"...How can you understand me?" Her eyes became more and more confused: "As my creation, it is only my wish. I am always talking to you alone.
Your response has always been cold. How could you say such words of promise to me...
You will only let me grow up and mature, and not rely too much on you. "
The scene in the library tilted before him.
The whirlpool filled his entire field of vision. He looked at the gradually blurred Dongxue, saw her reddish eyes, and saw the tears in her eyes.
…
Su Mingan opened his eyes.
In the upper left corner, the bars in the field of vision have turned red, blood-like red, with a hint of danger.
45 points.
... He never thought that a wrong answer would directly lower his sanity to this level.
He sat up and realized that he was back on the bed again, the bed in his room.
The wall clock on the wall was ticking, and as expected, there was a figure sitting next to him.
"...brother."
Mo Yan had a sword on his knees. He seemed to cherish the sword so much that he would not let it go even if it was full of scratches.
"what time is it."
"It's eight o'clock in the evening, brother, why did you pass out again... It's been two days in a row, and I find you in bed every day."
"Did you send me back?"
"It's not me, it's the one named Dongxue who sent you back from the library on the 29th. You were in a coma at the time. She dragged you all the way. The other players among us were dumbfounded. Some people took the opportunity to attack the eldest brother. I wanted to kill eldest brother...but the white weirdo from yesterday appeared and saved eldest brother, and then I followed him all the way..."
Su Mingan sighed.
He didn't need to look to know that after this, there would definitely be emoticons of [Player 1 was dragged limited edition.jpg] appearing in every corner of the World Forum.
He pressed his temples to suppress the nausea that was constantly distorting the vision in front of him:
"Who is the person who wants to kill me?"
"On the 19th...and the 22nd."
Su Mingan nodded and remembered.
"However, they were all killed by that white weirdo." Mo Yan looked indignant and seemed to be very angry: "Brother, I think these people are so outrageous! I even find it funny... There are actually players who would actually attack you. In the end, an NPC protected the elder brother..."
"Have you already killed him?" Su Mingan closed his eyes: "What a pity."
Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and then realized the meaning of his elder brother's words.
"...I will go out of my way to find a few more." He heard his eldest brother say.
"Looking for a few more...what?"
"Player, restore your sanity." Su Mingan said: "It's a bit low... By the way, stay away from me and don't come in my door again. You... are quite like a friend of mine before. I don't want you to It will be just like him.”
Mo Yan was stunned.
He knew who Su Mingan was talking about. This incident was very famous. It caused a sensation in the entire forum and aroused the sympathy of countless people.
He himself was one of them at the time.
He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
In the end, he just scratched his head and smiled: "Haha... How can it be the same? Brother will not do anything to me..."
He met his older brother's eyes, which looked completely wrong.
Like a prey seeing a hunter, he could feel the dense feeling of cold sweat gradually oozing out from his back.
His body was almost unable to move, as if he was frozen in place.
He felt a terror from which he could not escape.
"Brother, you, stop laughing, you look so scared..."
"Did I laugh?" Su Ming'an stretched out his hand and pressed the corners of his mouth, and found that the corners of his mouth were indeed raised. He was stunned: "...It's strange, I didn't want to laugh."
Mo Yan stood there, frozen.
"... Anyway, anyway, it's almost time to go back to the room. Brother, I'm leaving first."
He really couldn't stay any longer.
The feeling this big brother gave him now was even stronger than the fear he felt yesterday.
If it only scared him before, now the big brother sitting opposite made him really feel the fear of facing a madman.
For example, the throat may be cut at any time, and the head may be chopped off at any time.
What he faced was such extreme fear on the line of life and death.
It was okay to be asleep at first, but when the eldest brother woke up, his eyes seemed to be nailed to him, which made people dare not look directly at him.
"Don't come back again."
He heard his eldest brother say from behind.
…
Night, eleven o'clock.
Su Mingan closed her eyes and sat on the bed for three hours.
After waking up this time, he felt more clearly than ever before that something was wrong with him.
Sitting on the bed, you will hear all kinds of strange noises, the singing of children, the sound of dripping water...
When you open your eyes, you will see a dim area in the red field of vision, twisted black lines climbing like snakes, and darkness splashing like paint buckets.
One moment he was sitting on the bed, and the next moment he suddenly found himself standing at the table, holding the shining scalpel in his hand, and his arm was covered with bright red blood.
It was like an old-fashioned movie that was stuck, with a broken piece of film suddenly missing a large piece in the middle, and he had no idea what was happening in it.
The sluggish pain suddenly burst out at this moment.
"clang--!"
The scalpel fell to the ground. He took out the blood bottle and poured it on his arm, watching the blood bar slowly recover little by little.
In order to stabilize his spirit, he is now in the shadow state, with high spirit points and extremely low health points.
...Otherwise, with this outrageous value of more than forty points, ordinary players would have gone crazy.
He didn't dare to switch to the Ming state.
He was afraid that as soon as the transition passed and his mental points dropped, he would immediately lose his mind.
Different from any previous copy, this time, the biggest difficulty is no longer death, but the madness that even he cannot avoid.
During the day, he still clearly remembered those players who suddenly fell to the ground, yelled like crazy, or suddenly attacked others.
These players are really crazy.
It is said that in order to maintain [stability], others jointly killed these crazy players to prevent these crazy players from doing anything to harm others.
I don’t know what will happen to these crazy players after they return to the main god space.
But I also knew that it wouldn’t be a good outcome.
That psychological organization in the United Regiment that he couldn't name in full was probably having a headache.
As he thought, he suddenly felt a more intense sting.
He suddenly cast his gaze and saw that the blood bottle in his hand had shattered to the ground at some point, and his right hand, which was holding the sharp fragments, was writing on his unhealed left arm.
【Don't let her hear...】
Flesh and blood rolled around, and bright red filled the entire field of vision.
...Why is his hand moving on its own...
"Snapped!"
He suddenly threw the fragments in his hand away, took a breath, took out another blood bottle and poured it on top.
This time, he didn't dare to be distracted at all. He didn't feel relieved to look away until he saw the wound gradually beginning to heal.
He gasped, feeling his heart beating faster and faster.
...No, we can't continue like this.
He had to recover his sanity as soon as possible. Even if he forced a goal, he still had to find an opportunity to kill other players at night.
His current state was not suitable for facing Lin Jiang. A moment's distraction during the battle might kill him.
He didn't know what the judgment was for turning back, but according to his experience, turning back would not restore the mental state. Those who should be tired would still be tired, and even if they died once, they would be even more tired.
He doesn't even know whether the sequelae of the retracement will show up in the san value or whether it will be detected...
For the first time, he was afraid of turning back.
In such a copy of the game, one cannot rely on his only advantage.
Just like an ordinary player with nothing, he felt helpless like never before, unable to start over again.
In the extreme confusion, he forced himself to calm down and think about his next strategy.
He needs to kill two players first, raise San to sixty, and then face Lin Jiang, tonight's target, so that he can be completely sure...
"Bang!"
When he heard the sound of the door breaking, he was a little slow and couldn't even realize what happened immediately.
He didn't realize anything until he saw a black-haired girl with blood-colored patterns on her arms walking in, and her body seemed to be filled with blood-colored flames.
"Hey, why are you in this state?" Lin Jiang looked at him with a sneer.
Behind her was an abyss-like corridor, and beside her were the broken pieces of the wooden door.
... Being able to penetrate the wooden door and break it into pieces, Lin Jiang's power has reached an extremely terrifying level.
The reason may be the bloody patterns twisting on her hands as if they were alive.
Lin Jiang's current state was completely different from his submissive appearance during the day.
As if her originally suppressed combat power had been completely unlocked, her whole body was now glowing with a flaming red light.
There was a smile on her face, and the energy in her arms was fully charged.
