I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

At the moment of opening the door, Xiao Lan seemed to see a pair of pale legs on red high-heeled shoes flashing through the air, but disappeared in the next moment.

His brow furrowed slightly and looked at Luo.

Luo nodded at him, indicating that he also saw it.

The players behind were unaware of this and walked towards the office in turn.

After entering this office.

Xiao Lan found that this was the most normal office he had seen so far. There was only one work station. The things were stacked neatly. There were decorations on the table. There was a faint smell of fragrance in the air. There are green plants in the corners and by the windows. Although they have withered because they have not been looked after for a long time, they should have been lush.

Hu Zhai could see the truth by instinct, he couldn't help but get excited: "This is a girl's room! It must be a beautiful girl so clean!"

Although I don’t know whether it’s beautiful or not, Xiao Lan also thinks that the owner before this room is probably a female. After all, there are relatively few males who will use floral flowers and little yellow duck pillows. The layout of the entire office also reveals a female. Delicate and delicate.

However, if there is only one work station, does it mean that all the work related to art is done by one person?

Xiao Lan thought of the expressions of the players who wanted to be assigned to the arts, and suddenly developed a feeling of admiration for the never-before-seen art lady.

This is a true all-rounder.

Players began to look for clues separately in this room.

Hu Zhai went to the window and Mu Yang walked to the computer. Cheng Wenyi was still addicted to Lu Mao and his handsomeness.

Xiao Lan and Luo walked to the bookcase next to them, and the bookcase was also dusty. He looked at the titles of the books above, most of which were paintings, the main ones of which were ghosts and myths, and some miscellaneous notes of types of supernatural beings, which were basically some materials.

However, there are not many related to "Hidden", what should be placed here is just ordinary information,

When he was about to leave, Luo noticed that there was a small green bottle like a perfume bottle in the uppermost corner. He reached out and handed it to Xiao Lan: "There is a prop here."

[Name: Green spray]

[Ability: To cause suspicion among collaborators, duration 2 minutes]

[Explanation: Wife, I'm back... Here... What are you doing? ! 】

Xiao Lan: "..."

There is a wonderful story behind the props that are so heart-warming.

However, if it is chased by a group of ghosts again, this item should be very useful, they don’t need to move things in the way.

He shook the bottle and there was still a lot of liquid in it, at least several times.

Xiao Lan put away the props, and other people said nothing about it.

According to the potential rules defaulted by players, generally whoever finds the prop belongs to whom, if you don’t want to conflict with the other party, don’t object to the ownership, otherwise it will be regarded as provocation.

At this time, Hu Zhai found a photo frame and a bottle from the window. He greeted the other players: "Come and see, this photo seems to be an art photo."

Players have walked past.

They looked at the photo frame first. The photo shows a woman in a red dress with long black hair. Her body is very protruding before her back, and she looks gorgeous and exquisite. She was leaning on a man to smile at the camera, the man holding an umbrella in one hand and holding her in her arms, obviously it was a couple.

Hu Zhai couldn't help but say: "It's so beautiful...it's a pity that it's so beautiful to die..."

Suddenly he realized that something was wrong, and if he said this to the female ghost, it was likely that the other party thought that he wanted to get married, and it was very easy to be remembered. He heard that he knew that several people were so provoked in the game. Fucked.

Why didn't you hold back for a while, no matter how beautiful it is, it's also npc. It's still an npc that has died long ago!

Hu Zhai quickly covered his mouth, regretting his face.

"Don't be nervous, she probably won't come to you." Cheng Wenyi sounded with a proud languid voice, and he came slowly and pointed at the man in the picture. "Did you see this dress?" Gao Ding, a well-known master, shot a few pieces a year."

He pointed to the umbrella in the man's hand again: "This is the built-in umbrella in the Rolls-Royce car. It's almost one hundred thousand."

"Look at him again." Then Cheng Wenyi used his fingertips to indicate the man's good looks and figure, and looked at the full, round and elastic Hu Zhai with nobleness: "So, you are safe."

Hu Zhai: "..."

Although Cheng Wenyi did not say anything to detract from him, what happened to him feeling his knee hurt? Moreover, the lives of your rich people are really hard to understand.

Hu Zhai couldn't help but ask: "Why do you need an umbrella in the car? Can't you prepare it yourself?"

Cheng Wenyi seemed a little puzzled: "It is not prepared to go alone with the car, and it is the driver's job."

Civilians: "..."

Ah, is there such a thing?

Mu Yang whispered, "Brother, you are just showing off your wealth."

Article 1: "..."

He took a deep breath and maintained his demeanor: "Add two more essays."

Shirley flicked her big hairy tail: "Mi Woo~"

Mu Yang: "..."

The punk boy may be the one who gets hurt the most in this game.

"Then... what about this?" Hu Zhai pointed to the bottle next to him. He didn't want to worry about such irritating topics as Gao Fushuai's boyfriend who was struggling with Miss Fine Art. He quickly changed the subject.

The bottle that Hu Zhai pointed at was exquisite in shape, with delicate and vivid patterns on it, and the liquid inside was jewel-like red.

Luo reached out and picked up the undersized bottle, checked the appearance, and opened the lid and smelled: "This is a bottle of perfume. From the appearance and workmanship, it should be a customized version."

He turned the bottom of the perfume bottle: "There is a date on it, it may be the birthday of the art, or the anniversary of the two of them."

Hu Zhai was surprised: "Can this be seen?"

Luo maintained a graceful and decent smile: "It's no problem to watch a lot more, after all, the customized version is very different from the batch products in workmanship."

Hu Zhai: "..."

What's going on when I feel hit by the invisible outfit again?

Are current players so rich? Did he inadvertently lower the player's average income level... Hu Zhai fell into deep self-doubt for a while.

Seeing that the terrible monster finally left Xiao Lan's side, Shirley's big blue eyes were bright, and she couldn't help but find out her furry little paws, trying to touch Xiao Lan with its soft pink meat pad Arm.

Closer, closer, almost a bit...

Luo suddenly turned back, his sharp eyes swept away in the direction of Shirley.

"Mi Woo..." Shirley, who was found by the monster, grievously withdrew his claws and returned to Cheng Wenyi's arms.

Seeing the coveted person next to his master finally retreating, Luo Cai finally withdrawn his gaze with satisfaction.

Feeling Luo's sight, Cheng Wenyi's eyes were cool—this guy was actually provoking him!

It is bearable, which is unbearable!

After watching the photo frame and perfume, the players continued to find them separately.

Shortly after.

Mu Yang, who was looking for clues in the computer, had clues. He pushed the chair back and pointed to a picture on the screen, saying: "This should be a setting draft for Yin. From the perspective of the file name and time, it is the final draft."

There are a bunch of pictures in the folder, named as setting-1, setting-2...final, final-1, final-2...

The name that was opened has reached the final final -23, which shows the frequent modification during the game production process.

On the screen, this is a blue-gray translucent thing, the shape is somewhat similar to a person, but the whole body is not swollen naturally, like a floating corpse, the head has expanded to two or three times the size of a normal person, and even some parts have been ulcerated , Looks weird and disgusting.

And starting from the waist, its body gradually became blurred, and it was already nothingness near the foot.

The picture also carries clear three views and detailed drawings, so that even players who do not understand game production can clearly understand what it looks like.

Hu Zhai took a deep breath: "His... Is this hidden? Is it really real..."

Mu Yang's complexion poked at the mouse badly: "It's useless even knowing what Yin Chang looks like, we can't see him again."

Hu Zhai also realized this, and was somewhat mourned: "Also..."

Xiao Lan pondered: "Since we can find this clue, there will not necessarily be a chance to see the hidden follow-up."

Mu Yang: "You mean the method of sealing it?"

Xiao Lan nodded: "If you don't know what it looks like, how can we ensure that the seal is really it?"

Also, if the seal is wrong after half a day of vigorous effort, wouldn't it be necessary for all the staff to wear a cold heart.

"Zhi-Zizi-Zizizi -"

A strange sound rang from the corner of the office.

Players turned their heads to look around, and saw that the printer that had originally been quietly sitting in the corner automatically turned on. You know that now the players are all gathered near the computer, and there is no one at the printer.

In the eyes of the players, along with the "zizi" printing sound, a piece of paper slowly came out of the paper outlet.

A gust of wind blew past, blowing the paper directly from the paper exit and drifting all the way to the players.

On the paper is a black-and-white face with long hair, messy and unmanicured face, very thin face, with large dark circles, and it looks like an overwhelming liver.

As if the printing effect was not good, the face was covered with large black marks, both as dry blood stains and tears.

A grisly expression appeared on the withered face, staring steadily at the front, staring at the players.

Horror story classic bridge-the face of the printer.

Hu Zhai couldn't help but take a step back. Although he has experienced a lot of games, he is still not bold. Every time he faces these pictures, he still feels a little empty.

Mu Yang also quietly moved a step and moved his body behind the back of Cheng Wenyi. Even the unruly punk boy was still counseled when he encountered a spiritual event.

Cheng Wen glanced at him, and his eyes were somewhat disgusted, but he didn't push him away.

The players were silent for a while.

Seeing this, the printer became more and more unscrupulous.

"Zhi-Zizi-Zizizi -"

Face after face came out of the printer exactly the same.

The only difference is that the greasy ghost face above is getting bigger and bigger, just like a bad-hearted ghost is approaching toward the paper and is about to come out of the paper.

The paper fluttered in the office with the wind from unknown places.

A piece of paper just flew to Xiao Lan's feet, and when he and Xiao Lan looked at each other, a smile appeared slowly on that face.

The smile was haughty, as if there was great malice hidden.

Luo raised a brow next to him, raised his foot with a smile——

Stepped **** this face and stepped back on his expanding smile.

By the time Luo's shoes left the paper, the grimace had become a little funny because of a footprint that occupied half of the face.

grimace:"……"

"The printer, I should remember how to repair it." Xiao Lan said softly, and walked towards the direction of the printer.

He used to do office-related work, and because he was an intern, he was exposed to some chores, and sometimes he was asked to repair printers and the like.

Although the job didn't take long, it was cold because of the usury that made trouble.

Facing the flying paper, Xiao Lan walked all the way to the printer.

He stretched out his hand to prepare to open the lid of the printer, but the printer seemed to be protected by unknown forces. The lid was tightly closed and could not be opened for a while.

However, vigorously work out miracles.

"Kap--" With Xiao Lan's efforts, the printer's lid was lifted up entirely, but it got a little too far away from the body directly.

Xiao Lan threw away the lid in his hand and found the ink cartridge of the printer accurately. The unknown force tried to struggle, but it looked very pitiful and helpless.

"Kap--" The ink cartridge was also broken by Xiao Lan.

Then, this guy ruthlessly threw out all the paper in the machine.

Then Xiao Lan stood with his arms folded and looked at the printer coolly. His eyes were like saying, "If you have the ability, continue printing."

Unfortunately, no poverty value was gained.

But I want to know that Yin probably won't care about anything in this scene. After all, it dares to kill its own creator.

Watching the whole process of Mu Yang & Hu Zhai: The man in the trough is so ruthless, and he has no respect for the classic horror bridge.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Qiao Gui is also difficult to print without ink and paper.

It seemed that he was irritated by Xiao Lan's movements, the wind in the air became manic, and a not-so-high shadow slowly climbed out of the printer. His eyes stared at Xiao Lan fiercely, as if he wanted to tear him In general.

Xiao Lan took out the [Bone of Dalit] to prepare for the game.

At this moment, a slender and shapely leg wearing red high-heeled shoes swept through the air, and the eight-centimeter high heel was kicked straight on the ghost face that appeared.

"Oh--" The male ghost screamed sharply.

It seemed to hurt him.

Xiao Lan's movements were stagnant. What was the situation?

The owner of the red high-heeled shoes finally appeared slowly. The red dress, black hair, and gorgeous appearance only had a deep mark on the neck-the ghost of art.

She was dressed in a red dress and exuded black mist all over her body, as though resentment had materialized.

Miss Fine Art turned a blind eye to the players present, and a **** whip appeared from her hand, and it was a violent blow to the male ghost who crawled out of the printer.

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

The sound of breaking the air echoed in the office.

The fierceness of the art's shot made the onlookers stunned and screamed that the other party shouted and regretted being a ghost.

"This, this, this... what is the situation." Hu Zhai was stunned by the brutal behavior of the pretty lady.

Cheng Wen reached out and scratched Shirley's head: "I guess the one that was beaten was planning."

Planning is the guy who likes himself all day long for fantasy art, but also changes the demand to make people repeatedly modify overtime, and toss out the hidden, which leads to the death of the young lady.

Hu Zhai's voice trembled: "Is the war between planning and art so bloody?"

Mu Yang poked his head from behind Cheng Wen: "If you think about it, if you have survived a demanding boss, a ridiculous colleague, and a bald job, you can marry Bai Fumei immediately and get to the top of your life. Day and night work of overtime dogs-as a result of being killed by a ghost out of this guy, you are said to be angry."

Hu Zhai thought for a moment-

I'm so angry, I want to beat him to death.