First Player Chapter 523

Chapter 523 Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty · "...It's all your fault."

Hearing the call, Su Mingan was slightly taken aback.

He looked up and saw a tall and thin figure with a long sword on his back, holding a bunch of jasmine flowers, looking at him.

Under the stone pavilion, the young man in ancient costume blends in with the environment and looks particularly harmonious.

Su Mingan recognized this person.

In the sixth world, Baisha Paradise, this is the only relaxing existence in that extremely dangerous and depressing world.

"Brother, you look so tired." Mo Yan said: "Brother, you should pay attention to rest, sleep more to get enough sleep, I, I feel sorry for eldest brother..."

The smile on his face has not changed, and his doglegs are still heartwarming.

"How...how are you here?" Su Mingan remembered the list of contestants. There was absolutely no Mo Yan among the top 100 contestants.

"Brother, I'm here to give you flowers." Mo Yan smiled and handed him the jasmine flower in his hand: "You said, make a wreath and put it on your head, you can return the value of san, right!"

Su Mingan glanced at his san score, which was stable at 65 points and never dropped.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"Me? I feel sorry for eldest brother. I thought that eldest brother hadn't contacted me for a long time. Did he forget me? So I used special props to come and see eldest brother, eldest brother looks really tired." Mo Yan said.

Mo Yan tore the jasmine flower in his hand, tore off the petals one by one, and strung them together with the branches, making a simple wreath.

"Look." He stretched out his hand and put the wreath on Su Ming'an's head: "Brother, look, have you returned to SAN? I specially used 12 flowers, which are very standard."

Su Ming'an ignored the garland and walked straight out.

"Big brother, where are you going now? Big brother is going to the first clan, right?" Mo Yan followed behind him.

"right."

"What is the big brother going to do in the first clan?" Mo Yan raised the sword in his hand: "—I see! The big brother must be going to punch the young patriarch, **** power, and become a god!"

Su Mingan ignored Mo Yan.

"Are you in a bad mood, eldest brother?" Mo Yan leaned over.

"No."

"I see... Is Big Brother influenced by some topics on the forum?" Mo Yan said, "I saw someone say that without Big Brother, human beings would be more united on the surface."

"They said that a lot of internal frictions revolved around Big Brother." Mo Yan said, "If there is no such extraordinary ability, many similar camps will be divided into opposing factions to avoid internal frictions - and your existence, Big Brother, does not reduce internal frictions at all. ."

Su Ming'an stopped.

"Edward and the others are going to kill you—essentially, they are creating internal friction." Mo Yan said, "When human beings start to be afraid of themselves, who are also human beings, this itself is the beginning of internal friction. Without Big Brother, human beings would not have so much internal friction - Big Brother, you To exist is to be wrong.”

"...You entered the dungeon just to tell me this?" Su Mingan said.

"Ha, hahaha..." Mo Yan scratched his head: "Didn't I think they said something wrong, that's why I said this..."

"What's wrong." Su Ming'an said: "Human minds are very rich."

He felt the moisture on his body getting heavier and heavier.

When he touched his face, his hands were all wet to the touch.

"Brother, you have to keep going." Mo Yan suddenly said, "Just like playing Interlude II, go on clearly and thoroughly."

"Brother, you know that when you save people, you are at risk, you have the ability to understand and act, understand what you are doing, and also realize what the consequences will be, so you should accept it calmly. Oh." Mo Yan said.

"The player played a piano piece for the dying old man, and the old man could see all the scenery he wanted to see. The player saved the old man... But who can save the player?" Mo Yan said.

Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.

Brilliant colorful spots flicker in the field of vision.

represents the rainbow light of abundant rain and dew and abundant harvest, and there is a slight tingling feeling when sprinkled on the body, which means that it is removing diseases from their bodies, and is a symbol of good luck and health.

He walked tiredly, Mo Yan whispered in his ear and said all kinds of vague words.

Finally, Mo Yan stretched out his hand and clenched his right hand.

Beside , Yueyue floated over and clenched his left hand.

Their hands radiated warm heat, as if to support him.

"...We will always be with Big Brother." Mo Yan said.

"You are never alone by your side." Yueyue said

【Lord God World】

"—Is it true? This is no joke!"

In the office of the World Society, Carters confirmed again.

Opposite him, in the video screen, sat a middle-aged man with gray hair.

"Edward is now in the ward at the highest level, and an expert team has been set up." The middle-aged man said: "He just returned to this situation, maybe he was affected by death. After all, before he died, he was penetrated by tentacles. Sinking into the black mud...probably a legacy of the special state of 'alienation'."

"This alienation is so exaggerated that it will collapse when everyone comes back?"

The middle-aged man said: "His mood fluctuates greatly, and his mental state is not good. This unique 'alienation' state will stimulate his pain, disturb his five senses, and cause a mental breakdown from a physical level.

Like those mentally ill people who came back from White Sands Paradise, many of them are still mad, this is a permanent, even permanent effect. "

"I know, I know." Carters said: "...but those ordinary players don't matter, he is Edward, and even he will be affected mentally..."

"Is it pressing him not to participate in the game to prevent the points from being cleared, or..."

"We obviously invested so much..."

"...There will be a second case if there is a first case. If there is a crash event of peak players in the future... With such a high weight of them, will the overall score progress bar..."

"…I see."

Several cigarette butts were poured into the ashtray, and the twist of the cigarette body revealed Carters' irritable and heavy mood.

"Treat Edward with all his strength. He represents the top players, and there must be no accident. When he has an accident, most people will lose confidence, and our call to challenge the progress bar will be child's play." He switched video chat:

"...Yes, it must be cured. Use the best resources and the best treatment plan!"

"If you don't have the resources, just go to those ordinary patients to transfer them! Go and squeeze them! It's said that the resources are too tight and can't be distributed to them."

"...It's better to kill 10,000 ordinary players than to let a peak player have an accident. Do you know?"

"Not only must it be cured, but we must not expose Edward's mental breakdown before the ninth world begins."

"...If even Edward will collapse, let alone others, the current situation of adventure players will collapse instantly, and no one will dare to end again! Do you understand the importance of this?"

He took a breath and exhaled a smoke ring.

"By the way." He remembered something: "Apart from Edward, who else among the top 100 players has been affected by this 'alienation'? Those who have been affected by 'alienation' are all high-risk groups, and they must not have an accident - especially not in people Something happened under the nose!"

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if a top player went crazy under the eyes of people.

Fortunately, Edward came back and had a mental problem, instead of crashing directly under the live broadcast of hundreds of millions of people, otherwise they would be absolutely devastated now.

"Oh, sir, yes." The person opposite turned over the information in his hand: "Player Ulrich, the forty-ninth player, was once dragged into the tentacles, but soon, the tentacle monster retracted, and he I woke up again, and there seems to be no problem at the moment. In addition, the first player, Su Mingan, has been with the tentacle monster for a long time, and even has been in close contact with him for a whole day."

"How's he doing now?" Carters has been busy with business recently and has no time to watch the live broadcast. He doesn't know how the Eighth World is going now.

"..." The person opposite was silent for a while:

"Judging from the current live broadcast situation...not very good." He said: "But he seems to think he is normal..."

"Why does he think he's normal? How much is his san worth now?" Carters asked with a frown.

SAN value below 60 is already relatively dangerous, and symptoms such as auditory hallucinations, five sense disturbances, and body temperature imbalance will occur. Below 40 points, all kinds of bizarre illusions will appear, leading players to do some very terrifying things unknowingly.

If the san value is lower...it will cause irreversible damage to people's spirit, symptoms such as collapse, reality tearing, and even go crazy. Many people became lunatic after their san score dropped below 40, and they never woke up from their hallucinations.

If someone's san value is lower than 40...basically, the death penalty can be pronounced.

"Currently, the value of the first player's san value is..." The person opposite turned his head and seemed to be switching the live screen.

"10 o'clock," he said.

Su Mingan wiped the dampness off his face, Mo Yan and Yueyue followed behind him.

Multicolored brilliance danced in his eyes, and everything around seemed to dance with the people, and there was a slight whisper in his ear, like angels and the choir of the church singing in his ear.

He came to the pavilion table where he had snacks and tea yesterday, where Yamada Machiichi was sitting, playing Ludo by himself.

The blood-red, pitch-black, and bright-green chess pieces fell to the ground. The girl in blood-colored Lolita lowered her head and rubbed her fingers on the dice, which were as white as bones.

"Yamada, get ready to go." Su Mingan called out, turned and walked towards Xia La's room next to her.

A small voice came from behind, a little vague.

"…it was all your fault…"

Su Mingan turned around and saw Yamada Machiichi still bowing his head, playing his flying chess alone. His blood-colored skirt flowed down beside the stone table, like blood flowing down slowly.

… Was Yamada talking just now?

He glanced at the bullet screen, but found that the bullet screen was still the same as yesterday, blurry.

He ignored Yamada, whose character was a little depressed.

Yesterday he thought that Yamada had suddenly become cheerful, playing doglegs and playing chess. He also thought that his character had become a bit fast, but now it seems that he is depressed again.

He walked to Xia La's room, pushed the door, and found that Xia La was actually huddled in the corner.

"Charla, let's go," he said.

This girl regards him as a god, and she listens to everything he says.

But as soon as he spoke, she still shivered and shrank in the corner, not daring to raise her head.

"What's the matter?" Su Ming'an said, "Isn't it normal yesterday? Who bullied you?"

Xia La did not speak, just buried her head in her hair, her exposed eyes were full of fear, like an ostrich huddled in the sand.

Seeing him coming, she raised her head, and two tears flowed from her eyes.

"You shouldn't have come..." she said.

Listening to Xia La's words, Su Ming'an felt inexplicable.

"...Su Ming'an." From behind, Yueyue floated over: "Look at the room next to you."

Su Mingan turned around and pushed open the door of the next room.

In the room, there was a corpse. There was a hole in her forehead, the blood had dried up, and it was the trace of a bullet.

She opened her eyes, those eyes were wide open, as if she had seen something extremely unbelievable before she died.

Luna is dead.

After just one night, the top player who was sharing dessert yesterday died inexplicably in her own house.

Colorful, beating colors, dancing in front of his eyes.

The mottled color splashed into his eyes, and his vision became more and more blurred, as if degraded.

…Is the SAN value too low?

He glanced at the orange bar, the value had risen to 75 points, which was an absolutely healthy value.

He walked out of Luna's room and suddenly saw Sibel running towards him.

"—Let's go! Time to go!"

She was carrying her shotgun, smiling brightly, colored dots of light sprinkled on her snow-white hair, and her eyes were full of anticipation and joy.

"You killed Luna? Why?" Su Mingan asked her.

"I didn't kill her." She said: "She shot herself, maybe she's going crazy."

"Let's go." She suddenly stretched out her hand: "Look at the sea."

"Look at the sea?"

"Yeah, I saw the sea." She said, "Come and see it with me."

She took his hand.

"Wait, now is the period of natural disasters, is there a possibility of poisonous rain at any time?" he said.

"No." She said, "Look, how nice it is outside."

(end of this chapter)

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