I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After the crowd watched the Miss Fine Arts assault plan, Xiao Lan tried to communicate with the other party, trying to understand a little clue about her.

After all, the game is produced by death game studio. The art and planning are first-line R&D members. Hidden is formed under their cooperation. No one knows more about this project than the creator of the game.

The clues players can find are all members of the original studio.

So, if you can ask them directly, isn't it a standard answer.

It is a pity that these two ghosts are completely addicted to their own world and have no reaction to what the players say.

Even if she mentioned her boyfriend to the Miss Fine Arts or picked up the bottle of commemorative perfume, she didn't respond, but always used the blood-red whip to fiercely plan.

The beaten plan was just shouting in the corner. Although it seemed to make people feel happy, they didn't respond to their inquiries at all and didn't know how to ask for help.

Mu Yang frowned: "It looks like...their consciousness is not very sober."

Hu Zhai scratched his round chin: "It seems like..."

It is true that Miss Fine Art is full of death to kill the dog plan, and the plan seems to be only passively beaten except for jumping out of the way, and neither side seems to be sensible.

Xiao Lan speculated: "Whether after dying in Yin's hands, what happened to their souls, maybe they were swallowed a part, lost their thinking and memory, and only a little instinct and perseverance remained, so Will this be the case?"

Hu Zhai looked at the plan with contempt: "So, is this guy obsessed with secretly hiding in someone's art office?"

Hey, so insignificant.

Miss sister played well, come on.

Seeing that no information could be obtained from the two ghosts, plus that the clues of this room were already collected, the players exited the office and closed the door intimately.

After leaving this office, Xiao Lan found that the other doors had been opened, and some of them were investigating, and several people separated, looking for themselves and looking into the pleasant room.

Xiao Lan and Luo casually found a room and walked in.

Mu Yang and Cheng Wenyi went all the way with them.

Xiao Lan, who had just stepped out of the exquisite office of fine arts, felt that the impact he had received was a bit big.

This office is large in size, but looks messy.

The ground is full of instant noodle barrels that have grown thick green hair, and take-out boxes where even mold has been dried out. Paper towels, plastic bags, water bottles, socks, slippers are thrown everywhere, and oil ideas are everywhere on the walls. .

It looks like walking into the dump.

The impact is not only visual, but also sense of smell.

A sour taste spread in the air, combined with the fermentation of food and the fragrance of old socks and shoes, as well as some unknown smells, which makes people feel above all.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Wen frowned, and he looked at his white Gaoding suit, and he really didn't want to step into such a room. He stopped at the door and did not enter, only poked Mu Yang, and motioned him to go in alone.

Under the pressure of the tyrant, Muyang put away his baby game console and walked into the room.

There are several computers in the office, but they all look almost messy and sloppy. The programmers in the seats are also wearing standard plaid shirts. I can imagine how the people in this office are living together. Life.

I have to say that the style of each department of this studio is really unique.

Just looking at this room, a pair of programmers who have been working overtime all day, have no time to fall in love, have no time to take care of themselves, and have become more and more degenerate because of everyone's depravity.

After one of the computers, Huabei raised his head and waved a hand to them with a tissue in his nose, beckoning them to come.

Xiao Lan struggled to find a gap in the garbage on the ground, and he had to be careful not to overturn the lunch boxes with unknown liquids. It was a very difficult journey.

Arriving at Huabei, Xiao Lan found himself in front of a computer with a boot.

Huabei reached out and gestured to the computer screen: "Look, it, it turns on automatically and turns on."

In the haunted game company, there is a computer that turns on itself, which is actually within the acceptance of players, but the strange thing is that this computer is playing games.

There is no one to operate the keyboard, the type of game character is fully automatic.

Mu Yang glanced at: "Automatic script?"

The script is to simulate the player's operation through computer commands. It is generally used for studio training or repetitive things, but there is a risk of being warned or blocked.

He studied it again, and then determined: "No, it can't be a script. This operation level is too bad, and the script can't be so stupid."

Hua Bei: "So, is it... a ghost? He has been playing this and this level for a long time."

Players stared at the screen, which is not only a ghost, but also a sloppy and sloppy life, addicted to the game after death, the level is also amazing ghost.

Why does it seem a bit bleak?

It seems that to confirm Mu Yang's words, the game characters on the screen have undergone a suffocating intellectual disability operation.

"Ah--" There was a death.

Mu Yang pointed to a black and white screen: "Look, I think that as long as the intelligence level exceeds the chimpanzee, it should not die in this place."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Then, as if irritated by Mu Yang's words, the computer screen began to flicker, and the frequency of flashing became faster and faster. Even later, the edge of the screen began to glow strangely red.

It seems that I really wanted to come up with a beating.

Mu Yang: "..."

I'm wrong. Can't do it... Brother, I shouldn't ridicule your game-level dishes, I just can't help telling the truth.

Xiao Lan looked at this computer, which was different from the others, and asked Mu Yang: "Can you hit this level?"

Mu Yang thought for a while: "...no problem."

Xiao Lan pointed to the empty seat in front of the computer: "Come on."

The punk boy glanced at the dangerous flashing screen, and then looked at the calm expression of Xiao Lan, so scared that his hood fell off, and all his expressions on his face were unbelievable: "I...?"

Xiao Lan nodded: "Help him fulfill his wish, maybe there will be clues."

After talking, Xiao Lan reached out and held his shoulders: "Come on, I will take you away if there is danger."

Mu Yang who was arranged clearly: "..."

Although Xiao Lan made a lot of sense, did you grow up eating Jindi La? So much strength!

The teenager, who felt that his body was very fragile, put his hands on the keyboard in a sad mood and restarted the level.

At the same time, Xiao Lan's hand did not leave his shoulders. He was not afraid that the teenager would not cooperate, but when there was any danger in the computer, he could just pick up the teenager and run.

After all, Mu Yang does not seem to belong to the category with a very quick body reaction. He only needs one hand to run the other side.

Mu Yang's fingers are exceptionally flexible, leaping on the keyboard almost leaving an afterimage.

Obviously the same role, just like a drunk man who drank 800 pounds, this will already be omnipotent, the protagonist of the game shuttles through the monster group, each knife can accurately harvest life, and finally have a point Decent protagonist.

I have to say that this picture looks very pleasing.

The screen flashed angrily and slowly slowed down, eventually becoming calm, as if watching the boy's operation.

Finally at the boss of the level, the character under the action of Mu Yang dodges slowly in the other party's attack, taking advantage of every gap to attack, hitting a very high number of consecutive moves, and finally passed the level without injury, and took To the highest rating.

"Huh..." Mu Yang exhaled, feeling that his performance this time was not bad.

The ending animation begins to play on the screen, announcing that the entire game has been opened.

But the players did not pay attention to the mood of the game plot, their attention is in the surrounding environment, and they are alert to the danger of not knowing when it will come.

After the ending animation has finished playing, there is still no change around.

At this time, Mu Yang's hand had completely left the keyboard.

But the picture on the computer has changed.

After a complicated encryption operation, a hidden chat software was tuned out, and a group chat called "The Boss Goes to Die Association" was opened.

The mouse stayed on a page of chat history.

Cosmic invincible scholar-Zhao: Did you see the new idol bought by the boss's office?

Just want to play games: which one?

Universe Invincible Scholar-Zhao: It was the one he put in the small conference room of his office.

Just want to play the game: I am not the main program, the boss will not find me to meet alone...

It's all plaid shirts: The boss rarely visits me for meetings.

The invincible cosmic scholar-Zhao: Oh, that's a pity, haha.

Cosmic invincible scholar-Zhao: Unfortunately, I am the only plan, it is very important for the boss, so I often go to meetings, don’t be jealous [smile]~

Cosmic invincible scholar-Zhao: When I saw the idol at that time, one was accidentally stimulated by inspiration. The boss of the idol said that it was lucky, but I think it can be used as a prototype of the hidden moon idol.

Don't want to eat instant noodles: Oh...

Just want to play games: Oh...

All plaid shirts: Oh...

Universe Invincible Scholar-Zhao: You are really boring these programs. I tell you that girls will not like your type. They all like the humorous and interesting type of talent like me [rose] [rose] [rose].

["All Plaid Shirts" moved "Universal Invincible Scholar-Zhao" out of the group chat]

Xiao Lan’s first impression after reading was: "This plan is really hateful to dogs..."

Not only did the art want to beat him, but even the programs didn't want to take care of him.

Mu Yang touched his earrings: "Now we have another clue about the Hidden Moon Idol. Is this deity that is the source of inspiration the last one we need to seal?"

Huabei was a little unsure: "But, but this is not a true, really hidden moon statue..."

"For the hidden artificially created, these things that can restrain it in terms of setting should be effective, because it also appears because of the planned design, and the weaknesses should also be consistent." Xiao Lan Analysing, "After all, we can't enter the game to get props."

"Idol is in the small conference room, will it be the same conference room 2 that I sent you a message to?" Luo asked Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan nodded: "The possibility is very high. At that time, I checked upstairs and there were not many other meeting rooms outside."

At the same time, players remembered Xiao Lan's previous experience of being named to the conference room, and the missing program player. I feel that this conference room 2 may not be easy to enter.

But no matter what, in order to clear the conditions required for customs clearance, this idol must be obtained.

Xiao Lan said: "I'm going to find the boss again."

Mu Yang and Hua Bei had a little worry in their eyes. They looked at each other, and Mu Yang said, "Otherwise, shall we go with you?"

At this time Luo walked to Xiao Lan: "The area of ​​the office is limited. If there are more people, it may not be able to be opened. And there are still clues for Fushan Lingquan. I suggest to separate them. You continue to find clues. We Go upstairs to get the idol."

Xiao Lan also agreed to Luo's proposal.

The two left the office full of flavor, passed by Cheng Wen at the door, and finally walked to the position of the stairs.

Behind them, Cheng Wen embraced the cat, his eyes were full of interest.

It's not yet 3:44. It's not a time for stealing. They went upstairs smoothly.

Once again coming to the boss's office, Xiao Lan reached out and knocked on the closed door.

There is no echo inside, just like there is no one in it.

Xiao Lan knocked on the door again: "Boss, I want to talk to you about something."

The boss' voice finally came out reluctantly: "What's the matter..."

Xiao Lan said seriously: "Boss, working overtime late at night is hard. I made it for you for supper."

Luo on the side cast a shocked look on him and was surprised that Mr. Family even had the confidence to mention his cooking skills. Is this a tactic that puts pressure on the other party?

boss:"……"

Believe you are ghosts, look at the flower pot beside the door and the body is still cold! !