【No. 27·College Files·Locker】

【Crime for being poor.】

...

Before Su Mingan could take a closer look, the archiving was flowing into his clue column like a stream of light.

The weirdo stood on the podium and reached out his hand, as if he wanted to hug them.

"My dear children." The weirdo spoke.

The players looked alert and their bodies were tense.

“—You are rebellious children.”

The weirdo said, his tone rising.

The halo flowed on his body, and the white bandage seemed to be shining.

"Your parents have sent you into this paradise for correction - you need to become obedient good children and our "excellent students."

"Add to be obedient, receive treatment, work hard to correct, and then -- grow into a good obedient child!"

The weird man said, his whole body seemed to be bathed in clear light.

[The sixth copy of Baisha Paradise, officially opened.]

["The victims of the times, the increasing shadows of shadows, and the mediocre skin that cannot resist."

"——They said that we are the future of society."]

...

【Please do your best to escape from this Hell of Avici.】

...

"Today is the first day of your arrival." The weirdo said, clapping his hands: "From today, you must start studying hard to become the adults in your dreams."

"Open the cabinet of the table, the first thing we learn is to copy the rules and regulations about Baisha Paradise within an hour. Without rules, there will be no order. Since you have become our students, you must abide by the regulations here..."

There is indeed a cabinet next to the table.

Su Mingan opened the drawer and saw a thin notebook, a stack of composition paper, and a signature pen full of ink.

No one did anything out of the ordinary, and even the "first player" who pretended to behaved was obediently at this time.

"The timing begins."

The weirdo said, standing aside, as if he was going to stand there waiting for them to finish writing.

The clocks and hands on the wall were walking faithfully, and it was six:30 in the morning.

The barrage is still discussing, and it seems much happier than him.

【I will be laughed to death by the clown in the dungeon sooner or later.】

【Hahahahaha, I actually met the real owner, how embarrassing it is…】

[Brother Meng, has anyone found out which live broadcast room the fake is in? Let's work together to get him out!]

[Not found... Maybe that guy didn't start the live broadcast, he would be scolded to death if he really started.]

[By the way, does Brother Ming'an look like that? Why do I think that man deserves a beating and want to hit him very much...]

[The first player is invisible to be compared, how can we mortals imitate it? Others are just imitating it.]

[Indeed, that person looked embarrassed and didn't know if the player present was blind or what, he actually believed it.]

[It's still my brother Ming'an who pretends without showing any traces, and it's natural.]

【The main one is really awesome…】

【Mainly Lin Jiang stupid.】

【Indeed, Lin Jiang stupid, I can’t even see this +1】

【+2】

[No need to say that Lin Jiang is stupid...]

【Wait for a while and wait for the horse to fall off, I am really amused.】

【…】

Su Mingan picked up his pen and opened the notebook with clear rules and regulations.

As soon as he opened it, he felt dizzy.

The san value fluctuated like crazy. As long as he solidified his gaze on the notebook and started to look at those words, he felt dizziness rising and the dark corners of his gaze were also expanding.

The words written on the pale paper are not the language of any country and have no translation, but lines of ghost-like talismans. Just looking at them makes people feel dizzy.

He raised his head and found that others had similar symptoms. Some people were unable to write, some people looked ugly, and even the "first player" didn't look good.

Su Mingan suddenly noticed that Lin Jiang behind him was writing quickly, as if he was not affected at all.

...Lin Jiang was not affected.

Then, the difference between Lin Jiang and himself is...

He held the pen and began to switch states. After reading the bar for five seconds, the "shadow" state was instantly added.

The high mental point changed instantly, and the next moment, he found that his vision was much clearer.

He took the pen and began to copy according to the picture of the ghost drawing talisman.

The hour hand gradually pointed to the number seven, and half an hour had passed.

The weird man in a white coat stood quietly in the shadow of the corner of the classroom, motionless as if he had frozen, like a white withered image.

Su Mingan even had the time to see the situation of other players.

When he saw this, he found that the others seemed to be very struggling. Most of them looked as if they were ashamed and their eyes were dull. Many people even chose to put down their pens and leaned on the soft chair and closed their eyes to their senses.

"Peng!"

Suddenly, a player fell on the table and made a huge shock, and he seemed to faint.

And the weird guy walked over slowly at this time.

"This is a bad boy."

The weird guy said.

"He was disobedient and did not copy homework as required, and even fell asleep in class because he did not have a good rest at night." He said: "A child like this is simply not good at treating. He is too rebellious and he is not sincere in correcting it."

"..." Su Mingan frowned as he heard these words.

The monster dragged the player from the table and pushed him to the chair to sit. With a "snap", the iron ring tightened, and the unconscious player's hands were completely fixed on the armrest.

Looking at this scene, the barrage that was originally happy was strangely quiet for a while.

Although the audience can choose the first perspective, they only look at the picture and can only see a slightly dim vision without having the same feelings as the player.

After all, there is a layer of screen.

And the strange smells, cool wind, strange atmosphere that exist in this environment at all times... vision, hearing, and smell are all stimulating people from the five senses.

Just like watching a movie and real experience, it feels completely different.

Players who are truly in this environment can feel the extremely distinct sense of depression that seems to be permeating the air.

After the fainting player's hand was buttoned, the monster pressed a button on the back of the chair.

The body of the coma player seemed to flow through vertical and horizontal ripples. He suddenly lifted his eyelids and let out a shrill scream, like a death row prisoner shouting for help.

He seemed to want to break free, and his muscles all over his body began to exert force, but his body could not move as if he was stationary. Even his unbound legs were firmly fixed on the spot. Liquid began to flow out of his body, like the moisture or tissue fluid in his body, and his skin began to slowly turn black, like dead tree bark.

"Ahhhhh-Help, help--!"

A hoarse scream echoed in the quiet classroom.

The person on the seat had convulsive and twitching all over his body, like a goose that was strangled to his neck.

The current flowed on him, and he was like a shriveled skin that had been drained from the moisture of his body.

Everyone watched this scene without saying a word.

The fear of the same kind of suffering permeates people's hearts, but no one has forced himself to stand out, and everyone sits quietly in their own position.

A layer of calm blood and energy floated in the middle of the field of vision, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was breathless.

The originally joyful barrage finally changed the topic.

【……this.】

[I began to be glad that I did not choose the end in this copy.]

[Really Warrior... I'm afraid of electric shock. Isn't this used for prisoners? Isn't this academy...]

[That person said "correction", so this should be a hospital, but why does the hospital use electric shocks...]

[I still want to have a serious hospital in the copy? That must be impossible.]
To be continued...