I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Xiao Lan was a little surprised that Luo's memory hadn't been tampered with, but now there are so many players here, it's obviously not a suitable situation for two people to communicate, and it's too slow to write and communicate on Luo's envelope, so I'd better wait a while and find a chance to compare good.

Xiao Lan gave Luo a look, signaling him to wait for the two to chat alone.

Luo nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.

"Why this person?" Someone asked.

There were a total of nine players present at the time. Why was he the one who died randomly, or did he trigger some death condition?It is very important for players to understand this.

While looking at the game console, Mu Yang took out his work card: "I guess it has something to do with the work card, have you all brought it?"

The players touched their work IDs one after another.

After confirming each other's eyes, they looked at the work permit on the table and understood.In the company's system before, it seems to have seen the requirement of wearing a work permit, and most of the players wear it, even the written one who despises it so much that it can't be done is no exception.

The guy who was recruited didn't know whether it was the head iron or he didn't notice the request. He didn't bring his work permit when he went to the meeting, so he was cold.

However, it was precisely because he forgot to bring his work permit that he left a message for the players.

People don't know whether to thank him or sympathize with him.

"Then he, he, what was he, when did he disappear?" Huabei asked.

The players fell into memories one after another.

Xiao Lan thought of the meeting room where everyone went to the meeting room together after receiving the text message of the meeting. After returning from the meeting room, Hu Zhai found the blank work card.

The seats in the office are arranged according to the number of players. Each player said that the office seats and the number of people they are in match, which means that when they got their work permits and entered the office, there were still nine people.

Then the disappearance of the player named He Kaisui should have happened during the period when the players left the office for a meeting.

Otherwise, in the ten minutes before the meeting, Hu Zhai would have noticed the blank work card no matter what.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the bell that rang after the boss announced the end of the meeting. Xiao Lan looked at the time, and it was 1:55, which was about 10 minutes before they left the meeting room.

Xiao Lan looked around at everyone: "Does anyone remember what time the boss said the meeting ended?"

"1:44." Luo replied affirmatively, "There was a bell at that time."

"I, I also looked at the time at that time, it was 1:44." Huabei also replied.

"+1" Mu Yang also said, eyes still glued to the screen of the game console.

Xiao Lan: "We were in the lobby, the first time we heard the bell and the boss appeared was 0:44."

Hu Zhai folded his hands in front of his chest, and made a girlish frightened gesture: "You mean, something happens every 44 minutes..."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Although it's just my guess, the first 44 points is the official start of the game, the second 44 points is when a player disappears, and we don't know what will happen to the next 44 points."

The faces of the players became more serious.

In other words, in less than an hour, another accident will happen.

And when the previous player disappeared, they didn't feel anything, so it was very unfavorable for how to be vigilant and predict the crisis.

The feeling is like a ship sailing into a sea full of reefs, and the helmsman is blindfolded.They know that there are dangers around them, but they can't judge where the crisis comes from.

While the players were discussing, Cheng Wenyi stood behind, stroking the cat while observing everyone's reactions.

His expression was always calm, and he didn't express any opinions, just like a complete bystander.His eyes always glanced over Xiao Lan and Luo unintentionally, as if he was very interested in their every move.

Because of the limited time, the boss also mentioned that they had arranged work for them.The players returned to their workstations first to see what the job was, lest they fall into the hidden death trap again without knowing it.

Working in the wee hours of the morning is a miserable life for a game developer.

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to say that she was going to the bathroom, and Luo followed closely behind.

Mu Yang on the side asked suspiciously: "Why do you want to go to the bathroom together?"

In his impression, this seems to be a hobby only for the female students in the class.

"Because we always go to the bathroom together, so we feel more secure." Xiao Lan replied without changing his face, and unconscionably fooled minors, "You can try it if you have the chance."

Mu Yang: "..."

It sounds reasonable, but I always feel that something is wrong.

Thinking of Cheng Wenyi's exquisite and extravagant demeanor, if he asked him to go to the toilet together, Mu Yang suspected that he would be sent to clean the toilet for a whole year, and would have to write [-] words of experience every day.

The tyrant is just so ruthless.

Just imagining it, Mu Yang couldn't help but get a chill down his spine.

just forget it……

-

Xiao Lan and Luo went to the toilet alone.

The toilet is very clean, there is no peculiar smell in it, and it is not dirty. Every floor tile is clean, but the overall area is not large. Two big men standing in it seem a bit crowded.

After confirming that there were no other players and monitoring items around, Xiao Lan asked, "What happened when He Kaisui disappeared?"

"He disappeared in an instant. He had never fought, nor did he show any changes in his expression. At the same time, I didn't feel any power fluctuations." Luo thought about the wording, "It's like... the existence was erased, what happened? What probably only he himself knows.

"

Xiao Lan frowned: "Invisible power?"

Luo: "I guess this kind of power should have a lot of restrictions. Otherwise, with this ability, it would not be a problem to wipe out all the players in an instant."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Indeed, time and death conditions are indispensable. I guess it should only take away a person who meets the conditions at 44 minutes."

If it is really possible to kill people recklessly, how can we fight against this silent way of disappearing?At that time, if the player still resists, just lie down and die.

"However, with the progress of the game, there may be some changes." Xiao Lan said.

According to the games he has experienced, the death threats at the beginning are the lightest, and the conditions for triggering death are the most restrictive. As the game progresses slowly, the danger of death will become greater and greater.

But in this game, the threat at the beginning seemed a little too strong, and there are still conditions, but in the later stage, if this restriction becomes less and less, or even disappears, then it will be considered a real trouble.

But there are still too few clues now, and they know very little about the ghosts.

Looking at Xiao Lan, who was deep in thought, Luo felt a little regretful, the speed of self-regulation is really fast, and now it is not awkward to be alone with him at all, which is really regrettable.

It seems that he still needs to work hard.

-

Soon after.

The two returned to the office.

Mu Yang rarely put down the gameboy that was almost integrated with him, he was staring at the screen in front of him with a serious expression on his face.

The flower shell next to it also has a sad face, like a small cabbage that has been exposed to the sun.

"What happened?" Xiao Lan stepped forward and asked.

Mu Yang threw the digital pen in his hand aside, a little depressed: "The job assigned to me is the original painting, and draw the NPC according to the content described in the planning file."

"Alas..." He sighed, and turned his screen to face Xiao Lan and the two of them.

I saw an indescribable stick figure on it, theoretically speaking, it should be a person, after all, Xiao Lan could vaguely distinguish the lines representing the head and limbs.

But this head is twice the size of the whole body, and the lines are also crooked. If you don't look carefully, you may think it is a potato, and it seems to have sprouted on it.

Xiao Lan reluctantly commented: "Hmm...very creative."

I glanced at the description of the planning file on the computer again, the requirement was to draw a girl, compared with Mu Yang's painting...

Miserable, really miserable.

The punk boy played the game console listlessly, not wanting to face his own work.

Luo also walked to his computer at this time: "My work is also the original painting."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Is it blind to come into the world? Why do you have to make life difficult for yourself?

Seeing Xiao Lan's eyes, Luo smiled and picked up the digital pen and said, "Please believe me, I am no longer who I used to be."

That gesture seemed quite sure.

Xiao Lan thought of the large number of painting tutorials she had given Luo, and thought about Luo's terrible memory. Did he really gain something?

After walking over suspiciously, Xiao Lan shut herself off.

If he believes in this soul painter again, he will be stupid...

This guy just learned to color!And five or six high-saturation colors piled up together, combined with his painting style from the depths of the soul, the bright red, blue, purple, and green eyes are even hotter, okay?

The children's painting class seems to have opened up a path of no return for his artistic life.

"This is the essence of neo-futurist soulism," Lowe said swearingly.

Xiao Lan's eyes were full of despair, Mu Yang's paintings could still see the limbs and heads, Luo's paintings had evolved to the point where the human form could not be distinguished at all.Even if one abandons integrity and aesthetics and lowers the scoring standard, it can only be classified into the scope of Picasso's painting with his feet after pairing wine with cephalosporin.

Luo, this guy, is always reliable and capable in other aspects.Only in the art of painting, he insists on himself very much and is full of self-confidence, which makes people wonder what the source of his self-confidence is.

Is this the biggest difficulty of the whole game?

Mu Yang quietly walked over to take a look at the screen, then quietly let out a sigh of relief, and went back.

The steps are a little brisk.

This small action did not escape Luo's eyes: "..."

Boy, what's your reaction?

When the second-to-last in the grade was taking the exam, he found that the last-to-last actually appeared in the examination room.

Xiao Lan walked to his computer and found that his task was 3D modeling.

After opening the 3dmax modeled on the computer, he was silent... This complicated interface makes people dizzy, even if it is learned, it is definitely not something that can be solved in a short time.

Huabei, who was sitting next to him, also came over: "My job is, it's U, UI... what is this?"

The two looked at each other, and they both saw blankness in each other's eyes. Is the garbage game trying to kill us?

"You guys... know how to write plans? I can only play games but not design levels..." Hu Zhai walked in from the outside with vacant footsteps and empty eyes.

Then he met the blank eyes of the four people in the room.

It was the tacit look in the eyes of the students who were trying to hand in blank papers in the examination room.

Immediately, Hu Zhai understood, and there was no need to say anything.

At this time, the player who became the planner on the other side also came out of the office and shook his head at them.

Mu Yang walked to Cheng Wenyi's side: "Brother Cheng, you can leave the program to me."

Cheng Wen shook his head, gently scratched Shirley's chin and said slowly: "My job is a front-end program, and I need art resources from your side, but it seems impossible to have them."

Xiao Lan pushed the keyboard aside: "I don't think non-professional players can complete these tasks. It is impossible to set such a level in the game. If the death condition is triggered if the tasks cannot be completed, who can survive?"

Hu Zhai touched his chin: "Then... what are the conditions for death?"

The game arranges impossible tasks for the player, and if the task itself is not a death condition, where will the death condition be arranged?

Xiao Lan had a flash of inspiration: "What happens when an employee keeps making mistakes at work?"

Mu Yang subconsciously said: "Throw it down to fill the sea."

Xiao Lan & the players: "..."

Is it so difficult for your reincarnated social animals? ! They looked at Mu Yang and Cheng Wenyi with a little sympathy in their eyes.

"Boss, the boss will come to talk to you." Huabei said weakly.

This is the normal answer.

boss……

Thinking of the boss who had never seen his true face, plus that eerie voice, the players' hearts shuddered.

The last time they were summoned by the boss was for a group meeting, and then they turned one down.If they talk alone this time... can they escape from the crisis of death?

Everyone feels as if there is a sharp sword hanging above them.