His steps moved out little by little, and the floor creaked.

His hands scratched the wall, and the white wall powder fell off.

Then, his steps finally stopped at the door.

"...Brother, then I'll leave first." Mo Yan spoke with some difficulty.

"Let's go." Su Mingan didn't raise his head.

The creaking sound of the floor continued, and with the sound of wooden doors closing on the "Peng" ground, the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

Su Mingan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to stabilize his shaking vision.

He reached out and opened the clue bar.

The first one in it is clearly visible.

He expanded the interface and lines of text jumped out.

【Collector No. 27, Locker】

【Crime for being poor.】

As a "doctor", he needs to determine whether the trainee is good or bad, which will affect his actions at night.

This Rockel should be one of the players, and he will get the real file of this person on Zhai Xing.

He became calm and continued to watch.

...

[Locker of Grand Country is 48 years old, with a poor family, and has criminal experience. After being released from prison, he was left on the street and became a homeless man in Central Park.]

【Making a living by picking up garbage and begging, after successfully gaining the kindness of a rich woman, he got his own residence.】

[The residence is an abandoned small workshop with extremely poor environment and no water and electricity.]

[The rich woman quickly left the city, and Rockell still couldn't find a job. After being driven away by the security guard, he resumed wandering again.]

[Locker has been alone, his body full of the odor brought by not taking a bath. No one approaches him, no one cares about him, no one sponsors him.]

[He wrapped his duvet and slept in the bridge hole while he was hungry and cold.]

[The bridge hole is very quiet, no other homeless man is fighting for his residence, and no security stick will interfere with his sleep.]

【He slept soundly.】

【The shaking truck passed through this bridge hole, and the truck's headlights were very bright, dazzling.】

【Locker had an experience.】

[Locker was shot directly by a high-bright flashlight in his sleep, and he was briefly blind when he opened his eyes. He did not want to encounter such a thing again.]

【“What is this? It’s so bright.”】

[He reluctantly wrapped in a duvet, murmured, closed his eyes, turned over, not wanting to be disturbed by others' sleep.]

[The truck's tires ran over his body and he woke up from his sleep.]

【Blood exploded like fireworks, sinking into the soil beside him.】

[The warm down duvet also sank into the mud at this time.]

[He opened his eyes and looked at the headlights that were almost blind, like looking at the sunshine in the daytime.]

【The sun is bright and warm.】

【The headlights are very bright, but they only make him feel cold.】

[His consciousness is disengaged, and the pain is like a surging wave.]

["He was poor and guilty, he was a homeless man."]

["And the greatest sin in his life is this poverty."]

["He was born in poverty and died in poverty."]

【Locker is about to close his eyes.】

【The world game begins at this time.】

[The dying Rockel, who was almost like a pool of mud, was repaired all his body at this moment.]

[The rabbit floating in the sky, above the crowd of billions of people, like hot magma, is changing his destiny at this time.]

【It said: "Congratulations."】

[Locker placed his hand on his chest and drew a cross.]

【He said: "Congratulations."】

【He raised his head and it was bright.】

[The blazing sun, like a flame, is sowing sunshine to this city.]

["He was poor and guilty, he was a homeless man."]

["He opened his eyes when he was dying and saw the glory given to him by another world."]

["He wants to get a chance to escape from death before the game is over, and he must not be taken away by that truck."]

["He should not be a humble homeless man, he should gain his dignity."]

["This kind of person, this kind of Rockel..."]

The words stayed in front of me for a moment, and then the blood-red sentences appeared one by one.

[——Doctor, my dear doctor.”]

["You think, in White Sand Paradise, such a child."]

["Is it an existence judged to be saved?"]

["Or...cannot be treated and destined to become social waste?"]

【“What this child has is a sin that cannot be forgiven.”】

[.....what has it still created such a person who cannot be buried in the past?"]

【“Doctor, my dear doctor.”】

["The White Sha Doctor who can heal a person's soul and execute sinners is fair and kind, and saves death and helps the wounded."]

The handwriting became brighter and redder, jumping out little by little.

Like flowing blood.

...
Chapter completed!