I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Temporarily bid farewell to Qi Ning, Xiao Lan and the two headed towards the room location indicated by the housekeeper.

Because it is a private house, although there are many rooms in Mingyue Hall, it does not have a room number like a hotel.

At the same time, I don't know if it is the crow's personal hobby. All the doors are the same, and they look very neat.

To the location of the room.

The housekeeper probably looked at the two coming together, so the two rooms were arranged very close, just next door.

The room was clean and tidy, with a retro feel of the Republic of China period.

The crow did not have to modify the interior decoration in a large amount, only repaired the damaged parts, and installed modern furniture, as far as possible, the style was kept consistent with the house.

I have to say that this is really a very tasteful place.

If... it's not a rumored haunt.

Xiao Lan and Luo entered their rooms separately.

Xiao Lan checked the furnishings in the room.

It looks like a high-key room, with a separate bathroom, except for the bookcase that occupies a whole wall.

This bookcase is on the wall near the door, and you have to enter the room to see it.

The bookcase is filled with a variety of horror novels in line with the identity of the owner, from different authors, and the age and theme are also different.

Xiao Lan also found Crow's book in it.

Crow deserves to be a well-known horror writer. His books occupy a whole row on the bookshelf, and it is in the most conspicuous position, almost flush with the line of sight.

With this amazing output, it seems that this crow teacher not only has a fast writing speed, but also has a very good quality.

It is no wonder that such popularity can be accumulated.

It's completely different from the guy who stopped to play mahjong, made readers complain and even wanted to send a blade.

Xiao Lan randomly read the crow's book.

The contents of these novels are all weird and weird. He seems to like to describe the pictures of people tragically dying under the trick of ghosts. The brushstrokes are vivid and delicate, so that almost everyone who has seen them can restore these pictures in their minds.

The crow also likes to use the Blizzard Mountain mode. Many of them describe the process of a group of people coming to a closed environment and then dying separately.

This made Xiao Lan think of the players who played book fans. They were also gathered in a big house for a common goal.

After roughly reading these novels, Xiao Lan found that none of the crow stories had a successful ending.

The characters in his story basically end up in total panic after suffering panic and pain. Even if there are those who survive, they are either mad, possessed, or controlled to be like a ghost.

Xiao Lan closed the book and looked at the row of horror novels in front of him, feeling that they could also be named "a thousand ways of death by the protagonist".

Specially called book fans, haunted private houses, novels that record ghosts and various death methods...

I always feel that players are coming and going for an appointment with no return.

It seems that Xiao Lan did not find the return ticket in his luggage.

Is this the self-cultivation of Chives?

I know there may be a problem with the invitation letter I received, but out of enthusiasm for the crow teacher, I am still willing to give away people for thousands of times.

If this is not love...

Leaving the bookcase, Xiao Lan found a hardcover book on the desk in his room.

The books are leather, the decoration is very beautiful, and the workmanship is also very good.

But there is no text on the cover of the book, only a ring pattern like a clock.

The pattern is very delicate, it is the Art Nouveau style popular in the 1920s, and it is full of curvaceous decorative beauty.

However, this is not a clock, there are 13 squares on the ring, and there is no number representing time.

Xiao Lan whispered softly: "What does this represent?"

Open the book, it is still blank.

Compared to books, this thing seems to be more like a sketchbook for drawing.

It's just extravagant.

"Sir." At this time, Luo entered the room.

Xiao Lan asked: "What's the gain?"

Luo showed him the same book in his hand.

Xiao Lan compares the books of the two of them: "It looks like everyone has it, and it probably has something to do with customs clearance."

Luo went on to say: "I have read all the books on the shelf, and the death method described by the crow is the most interesting."

Xiao Lan is no longer surprised by Luo's reading speed.

As long as he wants, he can flip through a book in an instant. The usual way of turning pages slowly and slowly is just a casual way for him.

Xiao Lan said: "I hope that these death methods will not be tested on us."

Luo: "But this probability is indeed very high."

Xiao Lanli was straight-hearted: "...if people don't have dreams, what is the difference with salted fish."

Luo kept a smile: "Just be happy."

According to the relationship between the senior players mentioned by Qi Ning, Xiao Lan didn't mean to visit the same players at all.

From the beginning, the players in the middle field have their own policies, and in the high field, players kill each other. If the expectation of intermediate players for other players is not to cause me trouble, then the relationship between advanced players is probably to guard against each other.

The possibility of cooperation is extremely low, not to mention, if you don’t encounter homicide, you may be lucky.

Seeing that there was nothing more to explore in the room, Xiao Lan turned his attention back to the blank book.

Anyway, idle is also idle, why not study?

book:……

It feels a bit cool.

Then I saw Xiao Lan picked up the flowers in the vase on the table and tentatively dropped a drop of water on the blank book page.

The water droplets were like dripping on a waterproof surface, only condensed into a drop of water, and did not mean to penetrate into it at all. Xiao Lan dusted the pages of the book casually, and the water droplets on the side dripped aside.

I tried ink and the result was the same.

Xiao Lan: "It looks like this book is not for players to write."

He tried to tear it carefully again, still motionless.

Lighter, the book did not respond.

The book is still strong by boiling water.

Xiao Lan rested her mind: "It seems that this is a hard-to-break item, but I don't worry about accidental damage."

Since it's not a fragile thing, you can get rid of your arms when you fight.

Luo still maintained a smile, but he felt that his husband was just bored.

book:……

You are relieved! But I am not happy at all! !

This player troubles you if you can respect the key items! ! !

Dinner was delivered to the respective rooms by the butler.

After dinner, the two strolled around Mingyueguan again, and they really couldn't see anything wrong. Now Mingyueguan looks like a beautiful and unique ordinary building.

Even they can go out and wander around, it is almost unbelievable.

There is no such posture as "don't want to leave when you come in" in other game fields.

But the surrounding residents did not provide any more detailed information than the account.

After dark, they returned to Mingyue Hall.

After all, game clearance is the most important. The danger must be in the Mingyue Hall, but the method of customs clearance is also here.

It may be possible to avoid danger by walking outside, but it is also insulated from customs clearance.

Xiao Lan ran early to wash and prepare to sleep.

Regardless of whether the danger is coming tomorrow or midnight, it is the most practical way to rest well tonight.

Xiao Lan just opened the bathroom door and saw a black cat lying on his pillow.

I don't know how I slipped in, and I didn't mean to leave.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Since kissing Luo, he has not slept with Luo yet.

Suddenly came this way, he was still a little embarrassed even in cat form!

Luo seems to be unaware: "Sir, come and rest, I will be vigil."

Xiao Lan calmed down on the surface and lay down on the bed.

After turning off the light, he closed his eyes directly and forced himself to clear out the messy thoughts in his mind.

At this moment, Luo's voice whispered in his ear: "Are you nervous, sir?"

Xiao Lan: "..."

Can't you tell the truth?

Luo smiled softly: "Don't think too much, I won't do anything, everything in the game is about your safety."

But he seemed to be intentional again. The low laughter in his ears made Xiao Lan feel a little itchy pinna and a bit hot ear tip.

Xiao Lan said he didn't want to talk, and took another pillow on the bed to cover the black cat.

Seeing is invisible!

Luo: "..."

Mr. has changed, and I am no longer his cute kitten.

After the ears were clear, Xiao Lan finally fell into a deep sleep.

When the eyes felt the light, Xiao Lan thought it was dawn.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar and strange ceiling.

Mottled, with water stains and mildewed ceilings, there is still a smell of moisture in the air, the bed board underneath is also slightly shaking, it seems that it will fall apart with a little more effort.

This is the bed where he once lived around for a while with wind and rain!

At that time he was so poor that he could only rent a bed, not only renting the worst one, but also often had to be ridiculed by the stingy and mediocre landlord.

Think about it, it seems to be a long-term memory.

How could he come here?

Xiao Lan sat up, and the old bed board made an overwhelming creak, and shook it twice, and finally stabilized.

The room was empty, there was no one but him, and Luo was nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Lan tried to call Luo, but did not respond.

It was not the first time that such a situation was encountered. Xiao Lan didn't panic, guessing that it was probably a separate space or could only accommodate one person.

Xiao Lan looked around, and the surrounding beds were also empty.

He remembered that it seemed that the room was in poor condition. Even if it was the cheapest, there was no one to choose a bed here. After all, it was only three yuan cheaper.

Yes, the stingy landlord has to worry about three dollars and five dollars.

But was Xiao Lan missing those three dollars and five at that time?

——He is missing!

So this dilapidated place almost became his own room.

Xiao Lan walked around the room and saw nothing special, but could not open the door of the room.

He checked the window again.

Windows that can't block the wind or the rain are still as shaky as they remember, but they are completely protected by violence, as if they were protected by unknown forces.

It's as if here suddenly became a secret room.

Xiao Lan turned around and began to search the room again.

This time he checked very carefully, the game will not set a link that cannot escape, so there must be a flaw here.

Fortunately, poverty made him almost desperate, and Xiao Lan was not a hobbyist and a collector. There were not many things in the room, and it was even rare.

Xiao Lan was very fortunate that he did not pick up the hobby, otherwise it might be a lot of trouble to search.

He checked the beds first, and every detail was compared carefully with his memory.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of being watched.

After a long period of combat training, he felt more acute.

Now he can not only feel that he is being watched, he does not even need Luo to help search, he can know the approximate location of the watcher.

Xiao Lan turned around and looked over—

This room is too shabby and poor, and empty, there is no place to hide.

The position where the line of sight is projected is only a small broken bed.

The bed was so broken that the floorboards were leaking, the cotton wool on the top was full of holes, and the head of the bed had fallen by half. The only place where something could be hidden was under the black lacquered bed.

Poverty is sometimes a treasure.

Especially when there is nowhere to hide.

Xiao Lan took out [Dalit's Bone] and walked to the broken bed.

He slammed the stick on the ground with a bang and said, "Are you coming out or am I doing it?"

That posture is like a cub on the street.

There was no noise under the bed.

Xiao Lan was not a nonsense, he swept directly under the bed with a stick.

"boom--"

A white object was swept out directly by this stick, and was shot and flew to the wall under the great force of Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan only realized that this thing was a humanoid thing. There were no facial features on his head, and his limbs were similar to humans, but there should be a long tongue in the mouth. At first glance, he knew that the thing was used to attack.

The ground touched by the tongue is eroded with blue smoke, and if it falls on the person, the effect must be more serious.

But looking at this fragile body, it must be a sneak attack.

As a melee player who is used to being positive, Xiao Lan is not afraid of this kind of small crispy skin.

Before the monster got up, Xiao Lan rushed directly to a stick and knocked it down again, then pressed his long tongue and stepped on its back to make it unmovable.

Xiao Lan: "Excuse me, do you know how to leave here?"

The monster raised his hair and snarled.

Xiao Lan asked again, but still no response.

The monster did not intend to communicate, and even tried to attack him.

It seems that although this thing looks like a person, it is a guy who does not have the ability to communicate. It has nothing to do with whether it is suppressed.

At this time, Xiao Lan was welcome, and stick after stick, he directly defeated its final human form.

The monster turned into a sloppy dough and shrank pitifully on the broken floor, gradually disappearing.

After solving the monster, Xiao Lan rechecked the room.

Nothing else was found in other places, and he returned to his bed again.

Here he has checked once before and found nothing.

Whether it was the pillow that was suspected to have been chewed by the dog, or the bedsheet and quilt that were almost washed away, or even the mattress that had been flattened.

But there seems to be a place...

This time Xiao Lan turned the whole bed over directly, revealing the rusty bed frame, and the whole bed made a screaming crunch.

Then he saw a hundred pieces in the gap of the bed frame.

One hundred dollars!

Xiao Lan smiled: "How could there be money under my bed?"

Poverty is such self-confidence.

He picked up the one hundred pieces and shred them.

The familiar tattered room around him began to disappear gradually.