I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The moment the door was opened, Xiao Lan seemed to see a pair of pale legs in red high heels flashing across the air, and then disappeared without a trace the next moment.

He frowned slightly and looked at Luo.

Luo nodded at him, indicating that he saw it too.

The players behind were unaware of this and walked towards the office one by one.

After entering this office.

Xiao Lan found that this was the most normal office he had seen so far. There was only one workstation in it, things were neatly stacked, there were decorations on the table, and there was still a faint smell of incense in the air.There are green plants placed in the corners and beside the windows. Although they have withered due to no one taking care of them for a long time, they should have been lush.

Hu Zhai saw the truth instinctively, and he couldn't help but get excited: "This is a girl's room! She must be a beautiful girl who loves cleaning so much!"

Although I don't know if it's beautiful or not, Xiao Lan also thinks that the previous owner of this room was probably a woman. After all, there are relatively few men who can use floral and duckling pillows, and the layout of the entire office also reveals a feminine look. Refined and delicate.

However, if there is only one workstation, does it mean that all art-related work is done by one person?

Xiao Lan thought about the bewildered expressions of the players assigned to art, and suddenly developed a feeling of admiration for this art lady whom she had never met before.

This is a true all-round art master.

The players began to search for clues in this room separately.

Hu Zhai went to the window, Mu Yang walked to the computer, Cheng Wenyi was still obsessed with masturbating cats and his handsomeness.

Xiao Lan and Luo walked to the bookcase next to it, and dust had already accumulated on this bookcase.He took a look at the titles of the books above. Most of them were collections of paintings, the most important of which were about ghosts and myths, and there were also some miscellaneous notes of ghosts and ghosts, which were basically materials.

However, there is not much related to "Hidden", and the information here should be just ordinary information.

Just as he was about to leave, Luo noticed a small green bottle that looked like a perfume bottle in the corner of the top floor. He reached out and took it and handed it to Xiao Lan: "Here is a prop."

【Name: Green Spray】

[Ability: Create suspicion among collaborators, lasts for 2 minutes]

[Explanation: Wife, I'm back...here...what are you doing? ! 】

Xiao Lan: "..."

It is a heart-pounding prop, and there seems to be a wonderful story behind it.

But if there is another situation where you are chased by a group of ghosts, this prop should be very useful, and they don't need to move things in the way.

He shook the bottle, there is still a lot of liquid in it, at least it can be used several times.

Xiao Lan put away the props, but the others didn't say anything about it.

According to the hidden rules defaulted by the players, generally whoever discovers the item belongs to him. If you don't want to conflict with the other party, don't raise any objections to the ownership, otherwise it will be regarded as a provocation.

At this time, Hu Zhai found a photo frame and a bottle from the window, and he greeted the other players: "Take a look, this seems to be an art photo."

The players walked over one after another.

They looked at the photo frame first. The photo showed a woman in a red dress. She had long black hair and a very good figure with a protruding front and back. She had a gorgeous and delicate appearance.She is leaning against a man and smiling at the camera. The man is holding an umbrella in one hand and holding her in his arms with the other. It is obvious that this is a couple.

Hu Zhai couldn't help saying: "It's so beautiful... It's a pity that such a beautiful person died..."

Suddenly he realized that something was wrong. If he said this to the female ghost, it was very likely that the other party would think that he wanted to get married in the dark. The devil.

Why can't I hold back for a while, no matter how beautiful it is, it's still an NPC, and it's an NPC that died a long time ago!

Hu Zhai quickly covered his mouth, his face full of regret.

"Don't be nervous, she probably won't come to you." Cheng Wenyi said in a lazy and arrogant voice, he walked over unhurriedly, pointed at the man in the photo, "Did you see this dress? There are not many high-end pieces sold by well-known masters in a year."

Pointing to the umbrella in the man's hand again: "This is the built-in umbrella in the Rolls-Royce car, one is about [-]."

"Look at him again." Then Cheng Wenyi gestured to the man's handsome appearance and figure with his fingertips, and condescended to look at the plump, round and flexible Hu Zhai: "So, you are safe."

Hu Zhai: "..."

Although Cheng Wenyi didn't say anything to belittle him, why did he feel that his knee hurt so much?Moreover, the lives of you rich people are really hard to understand.

Hu Zhai couldn't help asking: "Why is there a built-in umbrella in the car? Can't you prepare it yourself?"

Cheng Wenyi seemed a little puzzled: "Separately prepared ones are not compatible with the car, and this is the driver's job."

Civilians: "..."

Ah, is there such a thing?

Mu Yang whispered, "Brother Cheng, you are just showing off your wealth."

Document [-]: "..."

He took a deep breath and maintained his demeanor: "Add two more essays."

Shirley flicked her big fluffy tail: "Mi woo~"

Mu Yang: "..."

Punk teenagers are probably the ones who get hurt the most in this game.

"Then... what about this one?" Hu Zhai pointed to the bottle next to him. He didn't want to worry about such a heart-wrenching topic as the young lady's rich and handsome boyfriend, so he quickly changed the subject.

The bottle that Hu Zhai pointed to was exquisite in shape, with delicate and lifelike patterns on it, and the liquid inside was jewel-like red.

Luo reached out and picked up the bottle, which was no bigger than a palm, inspected the appearance, opened the lid and smelled it: "This is a bottle of perfume. Judging from the appearance and workmanship, it should be a customized version."

He turned over the bottom of the perfume bottle: "There is a date on it, it may be the birthday of the artist, or the anniversary of the relationship between the two of them."

Hu Zhai was surprised: "Can you see this too?"

Luo maintained an elegant and decent smile: "It's no problem to see a lot. After all, the workmanship of the customized version is very different from that of mass products."

Hu Zhai: "..."

What's the matter with feeling like being hit by an invisible pretense again?

Are all players now so rich?Did he invisibly lower the average income level of players... Hu Zhai fell into deep self-doubt for a while.

Seeing that the terrifying monster finally moved away from Xiao Lan's side, Shirley's big blue eyes were bright, and it couldn't help sticking out its little furry paws, trying to touch Xiao Lan with its soft pink meat pads. arm.

Closer, closer, just a little bit closer...

Luo suddenly turned his head, his sharp eyes swept towards Shirley's direction.

"Miwu..." Shirley, who was discovered by the big monster, retracted her claws aggrievedly, and lay back in Cheng Wenyi's arms.

Seeing that the coveter next to his master finally retreated, Luocai finally looked away in satisfaction.

Sensing Luo's gaze, Cheng Wenyi's eyes were cold - this guy is actually provoking him!

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

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After looking at the photo frame and perfume, the players continued to look for them separately.

Shortly after.

Mu Yang, who was rummaging through the computer for clues, got a clue. He pushed his chair back, pointed to a picture on the screen and said, "This should be a setting draft for Yin. Judging from the file name and time, it is the final draft." draft."

There are a bunch of pictures in the folder, named as setting-1, setting-2... final, final-1, final-2...

The name of the card that was opened has reached final-23, which shows the frequent revisions during the game production process.

On the screen, it was a blue-gray translucent thing, its shape somewhat resembled that of a human being, but its entire body swelled unnaturally, like a floating corpse, its head had swelled to two or three times the size of a normal person, and some parts had even festered , looks weird and disgusting.

And starting from the waist, its body gradually blurred, and it was already nothingness near the feet.

There are also clear three-view and detailed pictures on the picture, so that even players who don't understand game production can clearly understand what it looks like.

Hu Zhai took a deep breath: "Hiss... is this Yin? It looks so real..."

Mu Yang poked the mouse with a bad expression: "Even if we know what Yin looks like, it's useless, we can't see him."

Hu Zhai also realized this, a little sad: "That's right..."

Xiao Lan pondered: "Since we can find this clue, there may be a chance to see Yin later."

Mu Yang: "You mean the method of sealing it?"

Xiao Lan nodded: "If we don't know Yin's appearance, how can we ensure that the one sealed is really it?"

That's right, if it takes a long time to seal it wrong, wouldn't it mean that all the staff will be pierced through the center of the earth.

"Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-"

A strange sound sounded from the corner of the office.

The players turned their heads and saw that the printer that had been quietly in the corner turned on automatically. You must know that now all the players gathered around the computer, and there was no one at the printer.

Under the eyes of the players, a piece of paper slowly came out of the paper outlet with the sound of "Zizi" printing.

A gust of wind from an unknown source blew the piece of paper directly from the paper outlet, and floated all the way to the players.

On the paper is a black and white human face, the hair is a bit long, messy and untrimmed, the face is very thin, with big dark circles under the eyes, and it looks like it is too hot.

As if the printing effect was not good, the face was covered with large black marks, which looked like dried blood or torn wounds.

There was a hideous expression on that haggard face, and he was staring straight ahead, staring at the players.

One of the classic plots of horror stories - the face of the printer.

Hu Zhai couldn't help taking a step back. Although he has experienced many games, he is still not bold. Every time he faces these scenes, he still feels a little guilty.

Mu Yang also moved a step quietly, moving his body behind Cheng Wenyi, even a rebellious punk boy would still be shy when encountering supernatural events.

Cheng Wen glanced at him with disgust, but he didn't push him away.

The players were silent for a while.

Seeing this, the printer became more and more unscrupulous.

"Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-"

One after another, identical faces came out of the printer.

The only difference is that the ferocious grimace on it is getting bigger and bigger, as if a ghost with malicious intentions is approaching the paper and is about to leave the paper.

The paper was flying in the office with the wind from nowhere.

A piece of paper just flew to Xiao Lan's feet, and the moment they looked at Xiao Lan, a smile slowly appeared on that face.

That smile was gloomy, as if hiding great malice.

Luo next to him raised his brows, smiled and raised his feet——

He stomped hard on this face, stomping back his widening smile.

By the time Luo's shoes left the paper, the ferocious grimace looked a little funny because of a footprint that took up half of his face.

grimace:"……"

"Printer, I should still remember how to fix it." Xiao Lan said softly, then walked towards the printer.

He used to do office-related work, and because he was an intern, he was only exposed to some chores, and sometimes he was asked to repair printers and the like.

Although I didn't do this job for long, it got cold because of the loan sharks who came to make trouble.

Facing the flying paper, Xiao Lan walked all the way to the printer.

He directly reached out to open the cover of the printer, but the printer seemed to be protected by an unknown force, the cover was tightly sealed, and it couldn't be opened for a while.

However, great efforts work miracles.

"Kacha——" With Xiao Lan's efforts, the printer's cover was completely lifted, but it was lifted a little too far, and it was directly separated from the main body.

Xiao Lan casually threw away the cover in her hand, and found the ink cartridge of the printer accurately.That unknown force still wanted to struggle, but it looked very pitiful, weak and helpless.

"Crack——" Xiao Lan also forcibly broke the ink cartridge off.

Then, the guy ruthlessly threw all the paper out of the machine.

Then Xiao Lan stood aside with her arms folded, looking at the printer coolly, her eyes seemed to say: "If you have the ability, continue to print."

It's a pity that no poverty value was harvested.

But I also know that Yin probably won't care about anything in this scene, after all, it even dares to kill its own creator.

Mu Yang & Hu Zhai watched the whole process: Fuck, this guy is so ruthless, he doesn't have any respect for horror classics.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

It is also difficult for clever ghosts to print without ink and paper.

It seemed to be irritated by Xiao Lan's actions, the wind in the air became violent, a not-so-high shadow slowly crawled out of the printer, his eyes stared at Xiao Lan fiercely, as if he wanted to tear him apart Generally in pieces.

Xiao Lan took out the [Bone of Dalit] and prepared to fight.

At this moment, a slender and well-proportioned leg wearing red high-heeled shoes swept across the air, and the eight-centimeter stiletto heel kicked straight into the ghost's face that appeared.

"Oh—" the male ghost let out a sharp scream.

It looks like it hurts for him.

Xiao Lan's movements froze, what's going on?

The owner of the red high-heeled shoes finally appeared slowly, with red clothes, black hair, and gorgeous appearance, but there was a deep strangle mark on his neck—the ghost of art.

She was dressed in red, and black mist emanated from her body, as if her resentment had materialized.

The art lady turned a blind eye to the players present, and a bloody whip emerged from her hand, beating the male ghost who crawled out of the printer.

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

The crackling sound echoed in the office.

The viciousness of Mei Mei's attack made the onlookers shudder, and the opponent yelled and regretted being a ghost.

"This, this, this... what's the situation." Hu Zhai was stunned by the rude behavior of the beautiful young lady.

Cheng Wen stretched out his hand and scratched Xue Li's head: "I guess the one who was beaten was the planner."

The planner is the guy who fantasizes that art likes him all day long, and makes random changes to the requirements to make others modify and overtime repeatedly, and tosses out the secret, causing the death of the young lady.

Hu Zhai's voice trembled: "Is the war between planning and art so bloody?"

Mu Yang poked his head out from behind Cheng Wenyi: "Think about it, if you manage to get through a harsh boss, wretched colleagues, and a job that makes you bald, you can marry Bai Fumei right away, reach the pinnacle of your life, and end You have been working as a dog working overtime day and night-and you were killed by the ghost created by this guy, so you can say that you are not angry."

Hu Zhai thought about it——

So angry, I want to beat him to death.