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Chapter 224: Chapter 221: "Don’t Follow Me

Mo Yan stood outside the cafeteria, swaying back and forth, unable to sit or stand still.

It was already time to return to their rooms, and the other Players were walking out of the cafeteria.

They were still discussing the recent situation.

"...Was that just now, ’Spatial Vibration’?"

"Looking at that situation, it seems like it, and the power also looks like it; nobody can really resist that."

"I never expected that, apart from the Number One Player, there would be another Player with such a Skill."

"The Number One Player saw it too; I wonder what his reaction was. Ah... where did the Number One Player go?"

Walking in the corridor, Mo Yan listened to the discussions of the other Players.

He felt somewhat lost.

Eradication, Spatial Vibration, White Cat, Sword of Yarman.

Apart from not having used Cloning yet, his big brother... was practically a perfect copy of the complete form of the Number One Player.

He didn’t quite want to believe this possibility; he’d rather believe that his big brother was just his big brother, and a great God was just a great God.

If his big brother became the great God, then why... at night, would his big brother not expose that Number One Player?

That Number One Player had even used Cloning, and the Clone looked exactly like Su Ming’an.

Could there really be someone who just so happened to possess a Clone Skill identical to that of the Number One Player?

Mo Yan slapped his forehead, feeling truly bewildered.

It was like having two genuine and fake Number One Players in front of him; he wanted to believe in both and at the same time didn’t want to believe in either.

Could the probability really be that high? Had he really matched up with the real Number One Player; was he that lucky...?

If his big brother really was the great God...

He looked up and suddenly saw a new staircase.

It was a curved staircase leading up to the fourth floor. At that moment, in the glow of the setting sun, it was a brilliant red, and the handrails seemed to glow.

Normally, Students were expected to strictly adhere to rules and regulations. Now was the time to return to their rooms, and they had to return quickly without wandering around, let alone go up to the fourth floor, which had never been opened.

However, judging from the situation just now, it was highly likely that his big brother had followed that strange person up.

Thinking of his big brother’s mental state, he worried.

...Although his big brother had become dangerous, he had saved him more than once after all.

His big brother was a good person, and Mo Yan felt very sorry for him.

If he could sneak up without that strange person discovering...

Mo Yan pondered for a moment, hesitating in place.

Soon, however, he heard noises coming from upstairs.

The floorboards made a creaking sound, unbearably screeching, as if someone was walking down.

The other players, still in conversation, turned their heads to look at the staircase.

The young man, backlit by the light, slowly descended the staircase, the rich blood-colored sunset spilling over him, his blue and white hospital gown seemingly shimmering.

His eyes were deep black, but as he looked down, there seemed to be a blood-red gleam in them. When Mo Yan looked up, he clearly saw the bloodshot whites of his eyes.

"—Big brother!"

Mo Yan had thought he would see his big brother looking pitiful after being tormented by that strange person, but unexpectedly, he returned perfectly fine and walked down by himself without a single wound on his body.

Su Ming’an came down from the staircase slowly, ignoring the inquisitive gazes fixed on him, and continued to walk downstairs.

Mo Yan hurriedly followed behind him, chattering non-stop.

"Big brother, that man in the white lab coat, he didn’t do anything to you, right..." Mo Yan thought of the punishment the strange person had mentioned and could only think of all kinds of bizarre torture devices.

But unexpectedly, his big brother seemed completely unharmed.

"Big brother, I’m relieved you’re okay. I carefully thought back to the rules just now; I don’t know if you remember—not only did another danger add up at night!" Mo Yan repeated the rule as if to remind him: "Big brother, the rules said that at night, there would be this ’Doctor’ who would come to find Students to execute... I don’t know if we’ll still be able to leave the room to find clues then, but you should also be careful not to sleep too deeply when you’re recovering at night. It’d be best to set up some Defense Formations, Protective Shield Props or something, otherwise, you might get ambushed..."

Mo Yan talked a lot, and in great detail, his words filled with uncontrollable concern.

It seemed as if he truly was intently providing advice.

Su Ming’an didn’t respond.

He simply continued down the stairs at his original pace, slowly.

Third floor, second floor.

The staircase squeaked intermittently, the noise continuously trailing from top to bottom.

A pale, blood-red light enveloped the heads of the two of them, casting an overly-long, distorted shadow that seemed ready to break free from control at any moment.

As they reached the first-floor corridor, the player portraying the Number One Player was just about to enter.

He glanced at Su Ming’an, eyes full of wariness.

...He remembered, right there in the cafeteria, this guy had used some kind of spatial vibration skill, acting like a madman.

The power was so terrifying that he couldn’t assure himself that he would come out unscathed.

What exactly was the other party...?

"Hey, you—" He stretched out his hand, hoping to probe, when suddenly he saw Su Ming’an also extend his hand.

Only, Su Ming’an’s movement was much faster than his.

"Bang—!"

Plaster fell from the wall, emitting a fine, crisp sound.

It seemed as if the entire building shook, Mo Yan stepped back half a pace, almost losing his balance. He felt as if the floor beneath him was swaying left and right, as if he were aboard a cabin floating on the high seas.

Before him, his older brother’s hand was securely fastened around the Number One Player’s throat.

Su Ming’an’s actions were too quick; he pounced like a shooting star. Mo Yan had only blinked, and he saw the "Number One Player" being pressed against the wall without any power to resist, like a piece of meatloaf.

The player’s eyes were wide open.

His face turned red at a visibly swift pace, seemingly wanting to struggle, his limbs flailing. His body began to emit a glow, but at the same time, a Heavenly Sea-colored stream of light flashed synchronously in Su Ming’an’s eyes.

The man’s gaze faltered, seemingly falling into confusion.

The next moment, Su Ming’an’s other hand fiercely hammered into the man’s abdomen.

Mo Yan felt the floor tremble again.

Like a sledgehammer pounding a meatloaf, the player’s lower abdomen instantly deflated like a burst balloon, and sporadic traces of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. His eyes, which still harbored confusion, gradually dimmed.

"Thump."

His body hit the floor, making a tremendous noise.

A few players who had just reached the first floor at the staircase entrance saw this savage scene and instantly stopped in their tracks.

They stood there dumbstruck, not expecting the Number One Player to be so helpless.

Su Ming’an let go and headed toward his room at the far end.

Mo Yan hurriedly went to check the Number One Player’s body for breathing, and only after finding the man still alive did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, without any intention of attending to the Number One Player, he turned and ran after Su Ming’an.

"That...Big Brother, Big Brother!"

Su Ming’an paused briefly.

"Big Brother, why did you hit him, oh, right, Big Brother, did you find him really annoying..." Mo Yan trailed off, answering his own question.

"I wasn’t annoyed."

Mo Yan’s eyes widened: "Then why did Big Brother..."

"I was seeing things...I just made a mistake," Su Ming’an said:

"Don’t follow me."

He heard his big brother drop the words behind him.

"...Stay away from me."

He saw his older brother walk straight into the room.

His brother turned around.

His brother gave him a glance.

Looking at his brother, a sudden sense of fear welled up inside him.

It was purely because of those cold, icy eyes.

Like a hawk eyeing a rabbit, or waves crashing onto a beach crab, carrying an overwhelming and resolute sensation that made him feel as though there was no escape.

They were the eyes of someone detached from society, madman-like. Yet this madman was, in fact, fully capable of ending a person’s life. When a madman picks up a shotgun, you never know who his next shot will target without warning.

Mo Yan stood still, the fear in his heart amplifying little by little, his eyeballs shifted, and a faint sound leaked from his mouth.

His sanity points dropped by five at that moment.

The door opened, then closed.

The room door shut, the inside light squeezed and scattered at an angle.

As the light source gradually formed a single line, the elongated shadow was completely cut off.

...

[The First Night]

[Your identity is: Doctor.]

[Execution target: Number Seven, Locker.]

[Please equip the props representing the Doctor’s identity before leaving, and act strictly according to the White Sand Doctor’s code, punishing guilty students.]

[Besides executing students, players may freely explore the unlocked areas to obtain additional clues.]

[Currently unlocked areas: Student dormitory first layer, Student dormitory second layer, Third Layer (main classroom, canteen, laboratory), Fourth Layer (White Sand Teacher’s Office · Xia Luoyang, surveillance room)]

...

Su Ming’an sat on the bed, putting on the white coat.

The coat seemed a bit large for him but did not hinder his movements; he buttoned it up, adjusted his cuffs, stood up, and saw the glow lighting up in front of him.

[As a player with the "Doctor" identity, you obtain a temporary prop·scalpel]

[（Scalpel）: A scalpel with absolute sharpness attribute (effective on living beings at night only). Carrying it will help you become a kinder and more just White Sand doctor. *^_^*]

The glow dimmed, turning into a shiny scalpel, its surface reflecting like a mirror; he pinched the handle and saw his own stagnant eyes on the blade.

The game mechanics weren’t too harsh on the player with the Doctor identity, even granting a weapon that sounded quite intimidating. Otherwise, an ordinary player facing students who might lash out every night had too high a chance of being killed in retaliation.

...However, for him, that advantage made little difference whether it was there or not.

He glanced at the clock; it was nearly eleven.

He hadn’t learned any information from Xia Luoyang earlier. It seemed the teacher truly wasn’t afraid of death, even after he had gone to such lengths, still not spilling a word.

But he could pretty much affirm that Xia Luoyang was, in fact, Xia Yang.

Xia Luoyang’s expression when faced with this question was subtle, laced with a hint of a smile, as if he had expected the question.

...The names were so closely related that they almost locked the two together.

Xia Luoyang was probably not a good person either.

Because Su Ming’an knew that in the daytime, everything Xia Luoyang displayed was real.

That belief in being able to cure students with such a pathological approach, the faith in a concept, to the extent of near madness... he was all too familiar with that attitude.

Xia Luoyang was a madman; he still remembered the scene during the day when several players were electrocuted nearly to death.

Students were sick, teachers were sick.

...He was a doctor.

He was probably sick too.

He lifted the scalpel in his hand and looked at the reflection of his eyes on the blade.

In the upper left corner, the sanity value, 48 points.

...Not good.

He glanced at the chat comments, which seemed even more anxious than he was.

[It’s over, this violent Ming’an is not my Ming’an...]

[Punch NPCs, kick the fakes! That’s more like it!]

[But it’s really not normal, way too abnormal... Has it reached the point where it’s almost uncontrollable?]

[I feel like Mo Yan is also problematic, everyone has issues, the whole instance is problematic...]

[Every time I see Mo Yan, this spirited young man, my heart hurts, he really resembles Wang Xingkong...]

[Damn it, don’t mention Wang Xingkong, I’m starting to feel pain in my lungs.]

[Damn it, who started talking about this? I’m getting too immersed, I’m already in tears.]

[Ming’an, look at us... Do you remember us? This is just an instance, don’t let it affect you!!]

[He won’t read the chat, right?... I feel this is no longer just a matter of whether we can achieve a Perfect Pass, if Number One Player goes insane because of this instance...]

[Just arrived, why does the live stream feel like a chat from the world channel? Why is the mood so heavy?]

[You only realize what you have once it’s gone, I used to complain about Number One Player not being decisive enough, but now that I see such a vicious side of him, I’m scared...]

[It’s over, just when I thought he was getting back to normal, this, this...]

[I hope he’s alright, I really do hope he’s alright, I don’t even feel like joking about that fake anymore.]

...

Su Ming’an watched the chat comments streaming by like a storm, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

"I’m fine," he said.

The chat eerily froze for a moment.

[??? Did I hear wrong?]

[...]

[He did talk, right?]

[It’s over.]

[Okay, now it’s really not normal.]

[Okay, now he really has a problem.]

[Number One Player actually responded to the chat, I’m good, I think he’s not the same person anymore, Ming’an has gone mad.]

[He actually responded to the chat... It’s been 800 years, this is the first time I’ve seen this, probably his sanity value has dropped to zero.]

"..."

Su Ming’an minimized the chat.

Although the chat was silly, they did make him realize this was a game instance.

He stepped forward and pushed the door open.

The corridor was still submerged in darkness, invisible to the eye, as if a corner of the paper had been suddenly torn off.

He heard the system notification:

[As a player with the "Doctor" identity, you have obtained a temporary prop: Doctor’s Glasses]

[(Doctor’s Glasses): A pair of glasses that can see through hidden scenes at night (effective only at night). Wear them, they will help you become a kinder and fairer doctor of White Sands. *^_^*]

He put on the glasses and saw everything in the corridor lit up faintly.

In the darkness, a point of light ignited, seeming to move closer to him.

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