I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The man in the black vest standing at the front reached out his hand and pulled the old gate away. Many gates that had been corroded made a heavy "crunch" sound and opened reluctantly.

What appeared before the players was an old and dirty hallway.

The corridor is the same as the elevator. It is shabby and mottled. The walls have been peeled off. There is a thick layer of stains accumulated over the years, which exudes an unpleasant smell.

At the same time, there is a system prompt:

"Ding Dong--"

An unpleasant voice sounded: "Four-day-end -"

The sound dragged on like an old, decaying wood, which made the eardrum uncomfortable when it entered the ear.

Players looked at the corridor in front and realized that this is the scene of the game.

And four days is the time for this game.

The moment the elevator opened the door, the mother and daughter left without looking back, their feet hurriedly, and their backs quickly disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

Players also stepped out of the elevator one after another, and the irregular footsteps of a group of people echoed in the narrow corridor.

Xiao Lan observed the surrounding environment. There were a large number of doors on both sides of the corridor, all of which were tightly closed.

These doors all looked very old, with scratches left after using them for too long, and accumulated thick dust. Some of them still bear the faded New Year pictures and door gods, and almost all the metal parts of the doors are rusty, and some even entangle the door locks with iron wire.

Looks like no one has lived for a long time.

There was no other voice in the corridor except for the footsteps and occasional conversations of several people.

The corridor was narrow but tortuous, with a few bends. The players finally found an open door in the front. The dim incandescent light spilled from the door, bringing a little warmth in the cold corridor.

He seemed to hear footsteps and came out of the door alone.

It was a skinny middle-aged man. One eye should become gray due to illness or injury, and the other eye was fixed on the players with a penetrating eye.

"Hey..." The middle-aged man smiled sullenly, glancing at the players, "I'm the host of 404, is it you who reserved the room?"

Players can only nod along.

"Four days later..." The smile on the middle-aged man's face deepened: "You will definitely have the most memorable party in this life."

Players want to spurn their role. Does this group of people think that life is too long? Actually coming to such a place to party, the last party in life, of course, it is unforgettable.

Who has never died in life since ancient times, but did not die, why do we have to speed up this process automatically?

The landlord turned and entered the door. Although the players wanted to refuse, they had to keep up.

At the moment before entering the door, the elder sister with red hair and black hair approached Xiao Lan and warned softly: "Don’t just trust the people who ask for a team, the more pleasant the words, the more you don’t believe. Sometimes people may want more than just It's your life."

After he finished speaking, he left indifferently without waiting for Xiao Lan to answer.

This seems to be a person who is utterly decent and honest, looks cold and not easy to get along with, but in fact has been prompting players on the same field not to trust others easily.

Looking at her tall back, Xiao Lan frowned slightly, why did she specifically warn the second time, the last sentence seemed to mean something.

Is it suggesting that He Rui has any problems?

The game has not officially started yet, but Xiao Lan feels a sense of crisis dormant in the dark.

After entering the door.

It looks as narrow and worn as the outside.

The walls are mottled and fall off, and the inner layer of masonry is exposed in some places. There is still a lot of water seepage on the ceiling. It flows down the wall, and a large area of ​​mildew stains is washed out on the wall.

At this time, the game is just in midsummer. The hot weather combined with the humid and hot air fermented an uncomfortable taste in the room.

The room, which was not big at first, was divided into many rooms again. Each room was the same narrow. From the room with the door open occasionally, the debris inside was piled up in a mess. There are wires in the door handles of many rooms, and it seems that they are not going to open them again.

Only a few rooms seem to have traces of people living.

It seems that a lot of people should have lived here, but I don't know why these rooms were later vacant or even locked.

The landlord stood in front of a room and waved at the players to signal them to come.

He pointed to the room and said, "Which of you live in this one? The upper bunk is broken and only one person can live."

The room can only be passed by almost one person, with an iron bunk. The upper bed was covered with dusty debris, and there were rusted checkered fences around the bed. The gap between them was very small, and no human hand could reach.

There was a faint smell of rust in the air, and it looked like it was-the cage of the poultry market.

It is conceivable that people will feel very uncomfortable if they sleep inside.

"I'll do it." Sister Hongyi directly selected this room.

The landlord took out a small book and raised his eyes: "Name."

"Wuting Pavilion." Red Sister Yu answered.

The next few rooms are all in the same state, with narrow, debris accumulation, old bunks surrounded by fences. The players also knew that the black vest's name was Li Haokuan.

Xiao Lan and Luo chose the only double room.

Said to be a double, only because the bunks in this room are still intact, the space is not much larger than the other, but there is one more window for ventilation.

Xiao Lan reached out and shook the iron frame bed with suspicious quality. The iron frame bed made a feeble "creak..." sound, as if to warn him that it was going to strike.

Xiao Lan was very grateful that Luo didn't need sleep, otherwise this broken bed might not be able to fully support the weight of two adult men.

On the other side, Luo reached out and tried to close the door. The door suddenly made a "porch--" sound.

Xiao Lan turned back in surprise: "Will you fart?!"

Luo: "..."

Following Luo's actions, Xiao Lan discovered the talent of this door, and he extended his hand and dragged the door a few times, so:

"Porch--"

"Porphy--"

"Porphyria-Porphyria -"

A rhythmical series of farts sounded, and there was a sense of presence in the poorly soundproofed room.

"Lying trough! Who the **** farted!"

"Wake up Lao Tzu's feelings, endlessly!!"

I don't know which one of the grumpy neighbors growled.

Xiao Lan withdrew his hand before he could finish it, and after playing it, the grumpy brother might be rushing out.

He turned to look at the room. There were many old posters on the wall of this room, and the star Xiao Lan almost didn't know him. The posters are all facing the direction of the bed. If the light is turned off, it may look like a dense fuzzy ghost image.

There is a small ceiling fan on the top of the room. I don't know why. There is a rope hanging on the ceiling fan.

The rope is very old hemp rope. I don’t know how long I stayed on it. The color is a little black. The stains on it are almost all into the hemp rope.

Xiao Lan pointed at the twine: "Is this... will someone hang here?"

"According to the quality of this fan, it may not be able to bear the weight of a person at all." Luo thought for a moment and added, "Of course, except for children, but children can't reach this height unless... an adult put him Put it on."

Outside the window is a fake city like the terminal supermarket.

A breeze blew into the room, shaking the twine slightly, and the elongated shadow cast on the wall, as if someone were playing on it.

Although hemp rope may only be left by the former tenant, it may also be a death trap, that is, it is not known whether it is more dangerous to leave or throw out.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Lan decided to throw the thing down and throw it out.

Anyway, with a half-and-half probability, he still has hot eyes.

At dinner, the landlord greeted everyone to dinner.

At this time, the players saw several other residents here.

A pregnant woman who looks silent and almost keeps her head down and does not speak; a couple who wants to stick to each other; and a man who looks like a god, with his mouth open and closed, "God will punish you", "Quickly reflect on your own sin", like a cultist.

The mother and daughter who have seen in the elevator before did not appear on the dinner table. Do they live elsewhere?

The table was full of red meat, cut into different shapes and soaked in different colors. Although the NPCs ate with relish, looking at these half-cooked dishes, the players felt a little upset in their stomachs and sat around the table without moving chopsticks.

At that moment, the couple like conjoined babies became restless:

The woman clipped a chopstick to the man's mouth: "Baby, open your mouth, ah--"

Man: "Baby, why do you give me so delicious~"

Woman: "Hate, dead ghost~"

Man: "Not because my baby is sweet!"

The woman's face is ashamed: "Oh, you're bad~"

Players: "..."

Damn, why do you have to eat dog food after entering the game? ! !

On the other side, Xiao Lan said that he had a good degree of acceptance.

He looks so delicious that it almost makes him suspect that his taste has failed. While Xiao Lan was eating, Luo was skillfully replenishing his bowl, keeping the bowl in a conservative state.

Damn, you guys are here too!

Seeing that the friendly forces had fallen, the players tried to pick up the dishes despite their doubts. Although the taste of the dishes is not very good, these are actually the taste of beef.

They were finally relieved.

After eating, Xiao Lan felt sweaty.

Although there was no strenuous exercise, the hot weather and the poorly ventilated environment made the whole room 404 a hot and humid atmosphere.

There is no bathroom in the player's room, and you must go to the public area outside whether you take a bath or use the toilet.

As a human being, Xiao Lan is also unable to not only sweat at all, but also clean himself at any time. No way, he can only take out the clothes and bathroom supplies that Luo prepared before from the storage space and go to the direction of the bathroom.

At the same time, he refused to request Luo to give him a door, which was... too strange.

The lights in the bathroom were dim, flashing overwhelmed from time to time.

There are also several small compartments, and the door panel only covers most of the middle. Through the bottom of the compartment, you can see the ground outside.

The tiles on the wall have been cracked yellow, and moss has grown tenaciously in the cracks. Under the moisture of the daily bath water, there is a tendency to grow stronger.

Simply, the water volume is still large, and the water temperature is also suitable.

Bathed in hot water, Xiao Lan felt comfortable all over. Suddenly, there was a faint sound outside. Under the cover of the sound of water, the sound was not very real.

Intuitively wrong, Xiao Lan turned off the shower.

At this time, the voice became clear.

"Slap--"

"Slap--"

It was a sound of squashing the ball on the wet ground. The crisp sound of the slap of the ball and the ground was mixed with the sound of splashes of different sizes.

The sound was clearer than it was, as if someone was patting the ball and stepped in the direction of Xiao Lan step by step.

However, there was no corresponding footsteps.

"Slap--"

"Slap--"

The sound of patting the ball suddenly stopped, just outside Xiao Lan's door.

Xiao Lan saw that there was a gap of almost half a meter under the door panel in the bathroom, and a small red ball rolled slowly towards him, and finally stopped at the door close to Xiao Lan's side.

There is no figure outside.

The voice suddenly sounded: "Brother, can you help me pick up the ball."

Tong Yin's crisp tone is soft, and belongs to a child who has not started to change his voice. It is difficult to distinguish the gender from the voice.

Seeing Xiao Lan did not answer, the voice continued: "If my brother does not want to, I can come in and get it myself."

This time, there was a naive smile in the voice, and it seemed to be expecting something. Think with your **** and know what would happen if you let him in.

Xiao Lan glanced at the empty bathroom door and looked up at the shower.

Very good, the shower can be taken off.

So, Xiao Lan raised her hand and picked up the shower, and made a slight adjustment to maximize the amount of water. Then he aimed the shower at the little ball-and nourished it.

**The little ball lies alone on the floor.

The ghost outside the door: "..."

Xiao Lan withdrew the shower and said lightly: "No need to thank."