[At night, abnormal creatures no longer attack Dr. White Sand in uniform.]

He received such a reminder.

The light source was still slowly approaching him, but it maintained a very slow speed as usual, and did not pounce on him like the night before.

He walked out the door, the floor creaked under his feet.

The wooden door was closed behind him. With the props and glasses, he could still see the general scene in the corridor, just like a layer of night vision. Although it was not as bright as during the day, he would at least not be able to reach out to see his five fingers.

He pinched the scalpel and walked slowly through the corridor, carefully examining clues that he might have overlooked the night before.

He is not going to "execute" Rockell.

In his opinion, a person's poverty may be caused by various factors, natural disasters, human resources, and social factors... These factors together constitute a person's situation.

Their primitive instincts have conflicts with society, which makes it difficult for them to adapt to the current society.

Because of poverty, people may be forced into desperate situations, may live a difficult life, and may breed sins. These make "poverty" labeled negatively, but poverty itself is not a mistake.

Poverty is hard, not sin.

Therefore, he believes that Rockel is innocent.

Therefore, tonight is his free time to move.

His gaze swept through the gray walls on both sides, and he saw no new clues.

At the end of the corridor, a little round light slowly approached him.

But this time, he was not afraid and walked over directly.

The halo was getting closer and closer to him. He looked carefully and suddenly saw a blood-red figure.

After the halo that originally floated independently like a fireflies, a girl in a red dress suddenly appeared.

She was wearing white dance shoes and stepped on the floor without any sound. When she moved forward with the light, she raised her head and met Su Mingan's gaze.

"Doctor." She nodded to him and then passed by him.

This time, Su Mingan, who was completely shrouded in light, did not hear the prompt of death.

"Dongxue." Su Mingan called out this name.

The girl in the red dance dress turned around and looked at him with dull eyes.

Su Mingan knew that this person was Dongxue.

But the girl named Dongxue is No. 29 and one of the 30 students. Logically speaking, if she is not a "doctor", she should be staying in their own room like other students.

But at night, he saw her here who was almost integrated with the light spots.

"Where are you going? What are you doing at night?" Su Mingan asked.

"..." Dongxue looked at him, her eyes calm.

The spot of light stopped as she stopped.

Just like she is the spot of light.

If Su Mingan guessed correctly, Dongxue had always followed this light spot, but because he didn't have doctor's glasses last night, he couldn't see her hiding. After the blow last night was used to attack the light spot, Dongxue, who was integrated with the light spot, also died with it.

Then, the copy will restart.

Dongxue is definitely the key figure.

"I'll go find someone." Dongxue replied.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Yangxia."

Su Mingan instantly grasped the key point: "Is Xia Luoyang? He is on the fourth floor."

He saw Dongxue shook his head.

"...I have been looking for Yang Xia, looking for him every night." She sighed softly: "But he will grow up, mature, and leave me. Yang Xia is not the Yang Xia I want at all."

"Doctor." She looked at him seriously: "You don't cure him, can you? If he is cured, he will grow into what everyone expects. I don't want Yang Xia like that..."

Su Mingan frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Dongxue in front of him shaking.

...Then he found that it was not Dongxue shaking, but his own vision, shaking like a dizzy sky.

The crisp sound of water drops sounded behind him, carrying an extremely fast wind, as if something was approaching him quickly.

He suddenly turned around and the sword of Yarman took action instantly.

"Swish--!"

He didn't see the damage value popping up.

The dry and cold air poured into his trachea, with a smell of disinfectant water, he clasped the hilt and looked forward—there was nothing there.

Above the empty corridor, there are only empty wardrobes as quiet as tombstones.

He tightened his hands and turned back again.

...It is still a quiet corridor.

Darkness, dead silence, stillness.

The girl in red dress was talking, and the light spots of light that looked like a firefly had never appeared before.

He could see the door that had just been closed up by himself at a glance.

The darkness enveloped his eyes, and the blood-colored dark corners of his vision expanded.

It was like a long iron pipe, which was connected to the left and right. He stood in it and could easily see it on either side.

It was like a wooden stake nailed into the soil. He stood there, as if he was fixed, and only heard the subtle sound of the wind in his ears, as if someone was whispering.

...Where is he?

He looked up at the opposite side again and saw his door.

Above the door, the text of Thirty is clearly visible.

...Yes, he had just walked out of the door and walked into the corridor to check for clues that might have been missed.

Then... he met the spot of light, behind the spot... a girl in a red dress.

She said, she said...

He carefully recalled what Dongxue had just said, and still remembered the content. But her face became more and more blurry, and even the sound was like sand in an hourglass, a little bit, and the floor drain could not be avoided.

Memory disappears little by little like sand, thoughts are like rusty gears, and even the field of vision is approaching solidification.

...What did she say?

He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had forgotten most of what she said.

She said...Yang Xia.

She said she wanted to find Yang Xia.

She said... the Yang Xia who will grow up and mature will not be the Yang Xia she wants...

What else did she say?

“…”

He raised his hand, but it seemed like he was tied up with tens of thousands of pounds to carry a weight, and even moved his arms a little slow.

The darkness became thicker little by little, gradually wrapping him up, the corridor became quieter, and even the faint sound in his ears disappeared.

He felt something strange seemed to grow in his heart.

The emotion, bit by bit, gathered into a ball from the stars, spreading out from the ball, gradually wrapped it around.

……eager.

What he is longing for.

What do you desire?

...By the way.

He lowered his head, looked at the mirror-like sword body, and saw his glasses, which became increasingly colder and colder.

The look was so strange that he felt frightened. It was as if the person behind the eyes was not him, but another person who was manipulating this body.

...He is Dr. Baisha.

He closed his eyes.

His hand touched the wall on the left. The wall was rough and the sound of scraping was endless.

The barrage is already crazy:

【Wake up! Wake up!】

[Brother Ming'an stop talking to himself! Damn, I'm so anxious to see.]

[As soon as I met that light, I started standing there and talking to myself, what Dongxue? Is this really an illusion?]

[I didn't see anything from the first perspective. This really should be the illusion of Ming An's own.]

【San value is too low…】

[If I had known it wouldn't have ended, so what if I didn't pass the level perfectly! If the first player becomes a madman, it's over...]

Su Mingan closed his eyes.

In the dark field of vision, he felt something shaking rushing in the upper right corner.

Yinliang's scalpel turned around in circles on his right hand, and he breathed hard in the smell of disinfectant air, and then raised his right hand.

A long blood-red wound bloomed on his left arm.

【HP-98! (Cutting damage! Absolutely sharp!)】
To be continued...