I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

When the atmosphere between Xiao Lan and Luo fell into an indescribable stagnation, the understanding Michael Fr took the initiative to break the deadlock.

I saw him waving his hand, beckoning the sweet girls who were around him to spread out.

Then Father Michael rejected their company and left the pool alone, walking towards the locker room.

Xiao Lan kept distracting attention to him, and when he saw it, he dropped the ice cream in his hand: "He is gone."

Luo also put away his thoughts about this complex human society.

The two pretended to play enough here, followed Father Michael and walked towards the dressing room.

They hung behind the priest all the way until the target swiped into the independent VIP dressing room.

Upon seeing this, Luo also took out his card and entered the vacant dressing room next to him.

In order to facilitate his actions, Xiao Lan used to put his clothes into the storage space. Now he changes his clothes at the fastest speed and puts on [The Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] by the way.

Luo then changed the style of his clothes in less than a second and changed back to his usual three-piece suit.

Then the two went out of the window, pressed their presence to the lowest level, and quietly observed the movement of the next door.

Father Michael is changing clothes.

Singing while changing: "wu~wuwuwu~~wulala~~~~"

Singing while twisting the buttocks, the loose fat on his stomach was shaking with his dance steps.

Xiao Lan just happened to face this picture: "..."

He couldn't help covering his eyes. Suddenly he felt a little pain in his eyes, and he might be blind.

A little regret why I came to peek at a greasy old man to change clothes.

But soon, Xiao Lan saw a more shocking picture.

I saw that after Michael took off his swimming trunks, he didn't stop his movements.

He then stretched out his hands to his back neck, torn the skin around his neck to the sides, and directly replaced the entire human skin.

Complete, as if it were a piece of clothing.

Xiao Lan: "!"

He held back his urge to blurt out and continued watching.

Father Michael, who took off his skin, was still humanoid, but his body was covered with a layer of crimson scales, which looked like a muscular man without skin, but it did not affect the size of his belly.

He also had a long tongue sticking out of his mouth, and the tip of the tongue split like a lizard.

Father Michael is still singing, but due to the influence of this tongue, his pronunciation becomes ambiguous.

As he sang, he took his skin and walked to the shower next door, plopping on his fart and washing it, just like washing his clothes.

Such a move makes the whole picture a bit strange, but also brings a bit of joy.

The task that Xiao Lan always felt was not as simple as it seemed.

On the bright side, this task is to deal with a priest related to the disappearance case, but if the priest is not a human being, those disappearance cases will become confused.

Did the party who commissioned the mission know that he was not actually a human?

He speculated that the high probability is unknown.

Although it is a bit of an offense to say so, if the client knows, it should not delegate the task to this unreliable pheasant organization.

If the people of this organization deal with Father Michael in accordance with the preparations for dealing with humanity, the result will probably be very exciting.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but smile slightly, the main goal of others was all human beings, how to get to him here became a strange lizard man with a bit of awkward belly.

Even the legendary simple main line missions are so twists and turns, the life of the non-chief is really difficult...

Father Michael washed the human skin and put it on again.

This time, he put on a formal dress, paired it with a bow tie, and combed his sparse hair back neatly. He looked like a gentle old gentleman.

But what didn't match the appearance was that Father Michael took out a tinned thing from the cupboard, but when it was opened, it was not unusual.

I saw a fist-sized heart lying in the jar. As the can opened, it gave off a weird smell.

Father Michael took a deep sniff of the can and slowly tasted the heart.

He couldn't help closing his eyes, shaking his head intoxicated, as if enjoying something delicious.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Lan couldn't help but guess the missing cases related to him.

I'm afraid... some of these people are already fierce...

When Father Michael ate the heart, he smashed his mouth and threw the can into the trash.

Then he took out an invitation letter from a delicate envelope, opened it, and gave a satisfied smile.

Father Michael received the invitation, sorted out his dress, and pushed open the door of the dressing room and walked out.

Seeing that Father Michael left completely, Xiao Lan whispered, "If you read it correctly, then it seems to be an invitation to the ball?"

Luo nodded: "Yes."

Xiao Lan said: "I want to mix in and see, always feel that he can find clues to the branch line."

Luo held his jaw with one hand: "If my husband wants to go, I also have an invitation letter in my room. It is indeed a dance party. Invitations are only given to passengers in the VIP room. The time is tonight."

Xiao Lan: "Wouldn't we just go in rightfully."

The treatment in the top room is really different, no need to use mixed.

Luo raised the corner of his mouth: "However, you need to invite the partner to participate in the ball, and it is too late to find it now."

He leaned slightly towards Xiao Lan and made an inviting gesture: "I wonder if my husband will be my partner?"

Xiao Lan smiled and took his hand: "Okay."

The two first returned to Luo's room to get the invitation letter for the ball.

Luo changed his clothes into dresses, and Xiao Lan also transformed [Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] into dresses under the guidance of the other party.

Xiao Lan and Luo wore dresses of similar styles and went to the dance hall together.

This is still a masquerade, and guests who don’t have a mask will provide them with a ball mask to cover their eyebrows.

The decoration here is gorgeous, the huge crystal lamp above the head is shining, the wall is hung with works of art from famous artists, and next to it is the live band.

On the side are the arranged fruits, snacks and drinks for the guests to participate in.

Everyone who comes and goes is dressed brightly, the hairstyle is very delicate, and the accessories on the body are carefully matched.

They all talked politely with a decent smile.

It seems that the people who can participate in this ball are probably rich or expensive, no matter what their nature is, at least on the surface it seems very self-cultivation.

The two put on masks and walked into the crowd, looking for Father Michael.

Although everyone wore a mask, Father Michael's fluffy big belly was very conspicuous.

Soon, Xiao Lan found him in the crowd.

Before the two approached, the lights suddenly became ambiguous, and the rhythm of the music changed from leisurely to light.

The host came to the stage to thank the guests for their arrival, and the atmosphere was heated with whispers. The audience under the audience burst into laughter and applause from time to time.

Soon, the ball began.

The guests around the two danced.

Luo Ye reached out and hugged Xiao Lan's waist, forced him slightly closer to him, and then said softly in Xiao Lan's ear: "Sir, can you give me a little attention?"

There was a little danger and jealousy in the tone.

Xiao Lan then reluctantly moved his eyes away from Father Michael's magical twist and dance.

He leaned close to Luo's ear: "Suddenly remembered, I... I can't dance..."

Although I think of it a little late...

Luo Low's laughter sounded in Xiao Lan's ears, making him feel a little crisp and itchy: "Relax, sir, I'm here."

In the following time, Xiao Lan danced with the other party according to Luo's guidance.

Luo's instruction is very concise, but it can be understood in the shortest time, coupled with the player's physical fitness, and the physical response trained by countless battles, Xiao Lan quickly grasped the main points of the dance.

The two danced in close proximity, changing pace with the music.

They also approached the whispered communication from time to time, the picture looked ambiguous and lingering.

Through the dance steps and the cover of the crowd, they slowly approached Father Michael's side.

Father Michael was dancing with a woman in black who was one head taller than him at the moment. The two were talking in a low voice, but the voice was too low and covered with music, which made Xiao Lan hard to hear.

Luo Shi said in the ear of Xiao Lan: "This woman is sending an invitation to Father Michael, hoping he can participate in a private auction."

Xiao Lan observed Father Michael's expression. He seemed to be somewhat lacking in interest and did not directly express his position.

Luo continued: "She said that at the auction, Father Michael would have the opportunity to meet the person he wanted to meet."

After hearing this news, Father Michael was obviously very excited and nodded in agreement.

Obviously, the "man he wants to meet" is very attractive to him, even more than the beauty in black dancing with him.

At this moment, Xiao Lan received a system prompt:

[Trigger Side Mission: Father Michael’s Secret]

[Task Description: Investigate what Father Michael wants to do (01)]

[Hint: This task is one of the branches of the spur task. Completion can trigger subsequent tasks. The branch task is not mandatory, you can give up at any time, and give up without penalty]

Xiao Lan's eyes shone brightly, and there were spurs!

It seems that the thing behind Father Michael is not simple. If he chooses to assassinate him directly from the beginning, he will miss this side mission.

Xiao Lan asked: "Did they mention that person's identity?"

Luo: "No, they didn't even mention the name. They are very cautious. However, we can confirm it ourselves."

Xiao Lan wondered: "This is a private auction, are you sure we can mix it in?"

Luo smiled: "No need to mix up. According to my current status as a rich man, if I ask the housekeeper about whether there is such a place for recreation, they should be happy to help recommend it."

Xiao Lan: "..."

He felt the beating from capital again.

There is no such thing as "mixing in" in the world of local tyrants. They all went in with an invitation letter.