I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

When waking up from the dream, Xiao Lan maintained a happy mood, and the smile on the corner of her mouth also continued from the dream to reality.

Did Luo take the name himself?

I have to say that this method of choosing a name by flipping through the book at will really has Xiao Lan's personal style.

Xiao Lan thought of Luo's speechless expression at that time, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up a little.

Perhaps Luo should be thankful that what was on the desk at that time was a book of culture such as archeology, instead of "Postpartum Care of Sows" and "Tractor Driving Techniques" and the like.

Xiao Lan's eyes fell on his wrist, where there is still a scar left from the previous burn.

During that time, he encountered too many things, and he was in a hurry. He couldn't remember the details of the wound.

Thinking about it now, how could the wound heal smoothly with the rough bandaging technique I used back then.

It turned out that it was Luo who bandaged him.

I don't know what happened later that they became what they are now.

Xiao Lan looked at the ceiling.

He was still in a good mood, and even seeing water-stained handwriting on the ceiling again didn't affect his mood.

On the ceiling, the handwriting composed of water stains is different from yesterday's:

【She killed him】

【I can't take it anymore】

The "she" and "he" in this sentence are not specifically explained, making it unclear what they are talking about, but as far as the current situation is concerned, at least it shows that there are three events in the incident that the guy who left the handwriting wants to describe. personal.

A woman kills a man, and the other bystander finds it unbearable.

Coupled with the last "Bloody Blood" and "She's Crazy", the situation at that time must have been tragic.

Among these three... would there be Adeline?

Which one is she?

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at breakfast.

The students were still very calm, chatting about gossip and trivial matters in school as before, the danger of the night of the red moon had no effect on them.

Xiao Lan listened to their conversation, but no one heard anything about the corpse.

The location of the corpse is very conspicuous, and the death condition is miserable. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to ignore it. Then someone should have disposed of the corpse before the activities of the students.

Xiao Lan turned her attention to the teacher's side again.

Sure enough, the male player who obtained the teacher's status disappeared from the crowd, so it seems that the deceased last night was probably him.

However, the specific confirmation may have to be carried out by Luo as a teacher.

There is one more thing that seems odd.

The headmaster, Mrs. Weld, had red eye circles today and was a little swollen. She seemed to have cried. Her brows were furrowed, and she seemed not in a good spirit.

Whenever her gaze swept over the empty seat on the teacher's bench, the worry and distress in her eyes did not seem to be fake.

She should be aware of what happened last night. It is possible that she is the one who handled the corpse. There is even a high probability that she has an inexplicable relationship with Mrs. Hongyue, but she looks really sad.

Everything about Mrs. Weld made Xiao Lan feel puzzled.

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After breakfast, Xiao Lan returned the kerosene lamp she received last night to the night watchman.

The night watchman seemed a little surprised to see Xiao Lan.

But he didn't say anything, just took the kerosene lamp, and then drove Xiao Lan out, as if he was not interested in chatting with him.