I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After everyone watched the beating plan of Miss Art, Xiao Lan tried to communicate with the other party, trying to get some clues about Yin.

After all, the game is produced by DEATH game studio, and the art and planning are front-line R&D members. Yin is formed under their cooperation. No one knows more about this project than the game producer.

All the clues that players can find come from members of the original studio.

Therefore, if you can ask them directly, wouldn't you have a standard answer.

It's a pity that these two ghosts are completely immersed in their own world, and they don't respond at all to what the players said.

Even if she mentioned her boyfriend to the art lady, or picked up the commemorative bottle of perfume, she didn't respond, but kept viciously beating Planning with the blood-red whip.

The planner who was beaten just huddled in the corner and screamed. Although he looked happy, he didn't respond to their inquiries at all, and he didn't know how to ask for help.

Mu Yang frowned: "It looks like...their minds don't seem very clear."

Hu Zhai scratched his round chin: "It seems to be..."

Indeed, Miss Art is all about beating the dog to death, and it seems that the planner can only be beaten passively other than jumping out to scare people. Neither side seems to be rational.

Xiao Lan speculated: "Is there something wrong with their souls after they died in Yin's hands? Maybe part of them was swallowed up, and they lost their thinking and memory, leaving only a little bit of instinct and obsession. Will this happen?"

Hu Zhai looked at the planner with disdain in his eyes: "So, is this guy's obsession with dying secretly hiding in his art office?"

Hey, so wretched.

Miss sister played well, come on.

Seeing that no information could be obtained from the two ghosts, and that the clues in this room were almost collected, the players exited the office and closed the door intimately.

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After leaving this office, Xiao Lan found that the doors of other rooms had been opened, and some players were investigating, so they separated and entered the room that looked pleasing to the eye.

Xiao Lan and Luo randomly found a room and walked in.

Mu Yang and Cheng Wenyi went with them.

Xiao Lan, who had just walked out of the fine art office, felt that the shock she had received was a little bit big.

This office has a relatively large area, but it looks very messy.

There are instant noodle buckets with thick green hair growing everywhere on the ground, as well as takeaway boxes where even the mold has been wiped out. Paper towels, plastic bags, water bottles, socks, slippers are thrown everywhere, and oily spots can be seen everywhere on the walls. .

It looked almost like walking into a dump.

The impact is not only visual, but also olfactory.

A sour smell spreads in the air, combined with the smell of fermented food, the fragrance of old socks and shoes, and some unknown smells, it makes people feel up.

Seeing this, Cheng Wen frowned. He looked at his white high-tailored suit, and really didn't want to step into such a room.He stopped at the door and didn't enter, he just poked Mu Yang, signaling him to go in alone.

Under the coercion of the tyrant, Mu Yang put away his precious game console and walked into the room.

There are several computers in the office, but they all look similarly messy and sloppy, and there are programmers with similar plaid shirts on the seats, so you can imagine how the people in this office are probably living together. style of life.

I have to say that the style of each department of this studio is really unique.

Just looking at this room, the life of a programmer who works overtime all day without time to fall in love, has no time to take care of himself, and becomes more and more depraved because everyone is depraved is vividly presented.

Behind one of the computers, Huabei raised her head, waved at them with a tissue stuffed in her nose, and motioned for them to come over.

Xiao Lan struggled to find a gap in the garbage on the ground, and was careful not to knock over the lunch boxes with unknown liquids. It was an extremely difficult journey.

When she got to Huabei, Xiao Lan found that in front of her was a computer that was turned on.

Huabei reached out and motioned to the computer screen: "Look, it, it turns on automatically."

In the haunted game company, there is a computer that turns itself on, which is actually within the acceptance range of the players, but the strange thing is that this computer is playing games.

There is no one to operate the keyboard, and the game characters type automatically by themselves.

Mu Yang glanced at it: "Automatic script?"

The script is to simulate the player's operation through computer commands. It is generally used for studio leveling or brushing some repetitive things, but there is a risk of being warned or banned.

He studied it carefully again, and then decided: "No, it can't be the script. This level of operation is too bad, and the script can't be so stupid."

Hua Bei: "So, so is it... a ghost? He has been playing this level for a long time."

Players stared at the screen, this is not only a ghost, but also a ghost who was sloppy in life and obsessed with games after death.

Why does it seem a little bleak?

As if to confirm Mu Yang's words, the game characters on the screen performed a suffocating mentally handicapped operation.

"Ah -" a sound, died.

Mu Yang pointed to the black and white screen: "Look, I think that as long as the intelligence level is higher than that of chimpanzees, they should not die in this place."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Then, as if angered by Mu Yang's words, the computer screen began to flicker, and the flickering frequency became faster and faster, and even the edges of the screen began to glow a strange red.

It looked like he really wanted to come out and hit someone.

Mu Yang: "..."

I was wrong, okay...Brother, I shouldn't have ridiculed your game skills, I just couldn't help but tell the truth.

Xiao Lan looked at this computer which was different from the others, and asked Mu Yang, "Can you beat this level?"

Mu Yang thought for a while: "...no problem."

Xiao Lan pointed to the empty seat in front of the computer: "Come on."

The punk boy glanced at the dangerously flickering screen, and then at Xiao Lan who had a calm expression. He was so frightened that his hood fell off, and his face was filled with an expression of disbelief: "I...?"

Xiao Lan nodded: "Help him fulfill his wish, maybe there will be a clue."

After speaking, Xiao Lan reached out and pressed his shoulder: "Don't worry, if there is any danger, I will take you away directly."

Mu Yang, who was clearly arranged: "..."

Although what Xiao Lan said is very reasonable, but did you grow up eating gold trash?Such a strong hand!

Feeling that his body was very fragile, the young man put his hand on the keyboard full of melancholy, and started this level again.

At the same time, Xiao Lan's hands did not leave his shoulders, not because he was afraid that the boy would not cooperate, but when there was any danger in the computer, he could directly pick up the boy and run away.

After all, Mu Yang doesn't seem to belong to the type with quick physical reactions, he only needs one hand to lead the other party to run.

Mu Yang's fingers are exceptionally nimble, almost appearing afterimages as he leaps across the keyboard.

Obviously it is the same character, just now he looked like a drunk who had drunk [-] catties, but now he is omnipotent. The protagonist of the game shuttles through the crowd of monsters, and every knife can accurately harvest life. The decency of the protagonist.

I have to say, this picture looks very pleasing to the eye.

The angrily flickering on the screen slowly slowed down, and finally calmed down, as if he was also watching the boy's operation.

Finally arrived at the level boss, the character under Mu Yang dodged leisurely in the opponent's attack, took advantage of every gap to attack, hit a very high combo, and finally passed the level without injury, and took To the top rating.

"Huh..." Mu Yang exhaled, feeling that his performance this round was not bad.

The ending animation began to play on the screen, announcing that the entire game had been completed.

But the players are not in the mood to pay attention to the plot of the game. Their attention is all on the surrounding environment, and they are alert to the danger that will come when they don't know when.

After the ending animation finished playing, nothing changed around.

At this moment, Mu Yang's hand has completely left the keyboard.

But the picture on the computer has changed.

After a complicated encryption operation, a hidden chat software was called up, and a group chat called "Boss, Die, Die Association" was clicked on.

The mouse hovered over a page of chat history.

The Invincible Merry Scholar in the Universe-Zhao: Have you seen the newly bought statue in the boss's office?

Just want to play games: which one?

Invincible Merry Scholar in the Universe-Zhao: It's the one he keeps in the small conference room of his office.

I just want to play games: I am not the main program, the boss will not ask me to have a meeting alone...

All plaid shirts: The boss rarely asks me for meetings.

Invincible Merry Scholar in the Universe-Zhao: Oh, that's really a pity haha.

The Invincible Merry Scholar in the Universe-Zhao: It's a pity that I'm the only planner. It's very important to the boss, so I often come to meetings with me. Don't be jealous [smile]~

Cosmic Invincible Merry Scholar-Zhao: When I saw the idol, I was accidentally inspired. The owner of the idol said it was for luck, but I think it can be used as a prototype for the statue of Yinyue.

Don’t want to eat instant noodles: oh...

Just want to play games: oh...

All Plaid Shirts: Oh...

Cosmic Invincible Merry Scholar-Zhao: Your programs are really boring. Let me tell you, girls don’t like your type. They all like my humorous, witty and talented type [玫瑰][玫瑰][玫瑰].

["It's all plaid shirts" removed "The Invincible Merry Scholar in the Universe-Zhao" from the group chat]

Xiao Lan's first thought after reading it was: "This plan is really disgusting..."

Not only the art wanted to beat him up, but even the programmers didn't want to talk to him.

Mu Yang touched his earrings: "Now we have another clue, about the statue of Yinyue. Is this statue as the source of inspiration the one we need to seal Yin in the end?"

Huabei was a little uncertain: "But, but this is not real, the real statue of Yinyue God..."

"For Yin, which was artificially created, these things that can restrain it in terms of settings should be effective, because it itself appeared because of the planned design, and its weaknesses should also be in line." Xiao Lan Analyzing, "After all, we can't enter the game to get props."

"The statue is in the small meeting room, could it be the meeting room 2 that I sent you a message to ask you to go to?" Luo asked Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan nodded: "It's very likely. I checked upstairs at the time, and there weren't many other meeting rooms outside."

At the same time, the players remembered Xiao Lan's previous experience of being called to the conference room, and the missing program player, and felt that this conference room 2 might not be easy to enter.

But no matter what, in order to pass the customs, this idol must be obtained.

Xiao Lan said, "I'm going to find the boss again."

Mu Yang and Hua Bei looked worried, they looked at each other, and Mu Yang said: "Why don't we go with you?"

At this time, Luo walked up to Xiao Lan: "The office area is limited, and it may not be possible to use it if there are too many people. Moreover, there are still clues to Fushan Lingquan that have not been found. I suggest that we split up. You continue to look for clues. We Go upstairs and get the idol."

Xiao Lan also agreed with Luo's proposal.

The two left the smelly office, passed Chengwen at the door, and finally walked towards the stairs.

Behind them, Cheng Wen hugged the cat with interest in his eyes.

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It's not yet 3:44, it's not time for Yin to make a move, and they went upstairs very smoothly.

Arriving at the boss's office again, Xiao Lan reached out and knocked on the closed door.

There was no echo inside, as if there was no one in it.

Xiao Lan knocked on the door again: "Boss, I have something to talk to you about."

The boss's voice finally came out reluctantly: "What's the matter..."

Xiao Lan said solemnly: "Boss, it's hard work working overtime late at night, I made a midnight snack for you."

Luo, who was on the side, cast a shocked look at him, surprised that his husband had the confidence to mention his cooking skills. Is this a tactic to put psychological pressure on the other party?

boss:"……"

Believe in you, there will be ghosts, look at the flower pot by the door, it's still not cold! !