I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Saying goodbye to Qi Ning temporarily, Xiao Lan and the two headed towards the room indicated by the housekeeper.

Because it is a private house, although there are many rooms in Mingyue Pavilion, they don't have room numbers like hotels.

At the same time, I don't know if it's the crow's personal preference, but all the doors look exactly the same and look very neat.

Got to the location of the room.

The butler probably saw that the two of them came together, so their rooms were arranged very close to each other, just next door.

The room is clean and tidy, with a retro feel of the Republic of China period.

Crow did not modify the interior decoration a lot, only repaired the damaged parts, and installed modern furniture, and tried to maintain a unified style with the house.

I have to say, this is really a very tasteful place.

If... it wasn't for the rumors of being haunted.

Xiao Lan and Luo entered their rooms respectively.

Xiao Lan checked the furnishings in the room.

It looks like a high-end guest room with an independent bathroom, except for the bookcase that occupies the entire wall.

This bookcase is on the wall near the door, and you can only see it when you enter the room.

The bookcase fits the identity of the owner full of all kinds of horror novels, from different authors, with different ages and themes.

Xiao Lan also found Crow's book in it.

Crow is worthy of being a well-known horror writer. His books alone occupy an entire row on the bookshelf, and they are in the most conspicuous position, almost at eye level.

With this astonishing output, it seems that this teacher Crow not only writes fast, but also guarantees good quality.

It's no wonder that it can accumulate such popularity.

It's completely different from the kind of guy who stops to play mahjong and makes readers resent and even want to send blades.

Xiao Lan casually flipped through Crow's book.

The contents of these novels are all weird and grotesque. He seems to like to describe the pictures of people dying miserably under the teasing of ghosts. The brush strokes are vivid and delicate, so that almost everyone who has read them can restore these pictures in their minds.

Crow also likes to use the Blizzard Villa mode, many of which describe the process of a group of people coming to a closed environment and then dying separately.

This reminded Xiao Lan of the players playing book fans who were also gathered in a big house for a common goal.

After skimming through these novels, Xiao Lan found that none of the crow's stories had a happy ending.

The characters in his stories basically end with complete annihilation after experiencing panic and pain.Even if some survived, they were either crazy, possessed, or controlled to become ghost-like existences.

Xiao Lan closed the book, looked at the row of horror novels in front of her, and felt that they could also be named "A Thousand Ways to Die the Protagonist".

Specially summoned book fans, haunted private houses, novels that record ghosts and various ways of dying...

It always feels like players are coming to an appointment that never returns.

Speaking of it, Xiao Lan didn't seem to find the return ticket in her luggage.

Is this the self-cultivation of chives?

Knowing that there might be something wrong with the invitation letter I received, but out of his fanatical love for Mr. Crow, he is still willing to give away his head every once in a while.

If that's not love...

Leaving the bookcase, Xiao Lan found a hardcover book on the desk in her room.

The books are made of leather, the binding is exquisite, and the workmanship is also very good.

But there is no text on the cover of the book, only a ring pattern like a clock.

The pattern is exquisite, in the Art Nouveau style popular in the 19s, full of curved decorative beauty.

However, this is not a clock, there are thirteen grids on the ring, and there are no numbers representing time.

Xiao Lan murmured softly: "What does this represent?"

When I opened the book, it was still blank.

Compared with books, this thing seems to be more like a sketchbook for drawing.

It's just very luxurious.

"Sir." At this moment, Luo walked into the room.

Xiao Lan asked: "What do you gain?"

Luo showed him the book in his hand that looked exactly the same.

Xiao Lan compared the books of the two of them: "It seems that everyone has this, and it probably has something to do with customs clearance."

Luo went on to say: "I read all the books on the shelf, and among them, the death described by the crow is the most interesting."

Xiao Lan would no longer be surprised by Luo's reading speed.

As long as he wants to, he can finish flipping through a book in an instant. The usual way of slowly turning pages is just a way of leisure for him.

Xiao Lan said, "I hope these methods of death will not be tested on us."

Luo: "But the probability is really high."

Xiao Lan spoke confidently: "...If a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?"

Luo kept smiling: "As long as you are happy."

According to the relationship between senior players that Qi Ning mentioned earlier, Xiao Lan had no intention of visiting the same players at all.

Originally, players have been doing their own thing since the mid-level field, and in the high-level field, there are still players killing each other.If it is said that the middle-level players expect other players not to cause trouble for me, then the high-level players are probably on guard against each other.

Not to mention that the possibility of cooperation is extremely low, it is good luck not to encounter the possibility of killing love.

Seeing that there was nothing to investigate in the room, Xiao Lan turned her attention back to the blank book.

Anyway, idle is idle, why not study it?

Book:……

It feels a little cool.

Then Xiao Lan picked up the flowers in the vase on the table, and tentatively dripped a drop of water on the blank page.

The water drop seemed to be dripping on the waterproof surface, it only condensed into a drop of water, and it didn't mean to seep in at all. Xiao Lan casually brushed the page of the book, and the water drop on it fell to the side.

Tried the ink, same result.

Xiao Lan: "It seems that this book is not written by players."

He tried to tear it carefully again, but it still didn't move.

Lighter, the book does not respond.

Boiling water, the book is still strong.

Xiao Lan felt relieved: "It seems that this is a difficult item to destroy, but I don't worry about it being accidentally damaged."

Since it is not a fragile thing, it can throw off its arms when fighting.

Luo still kept smiling, but he felt that his husband was just bored.

Book:……

You are relieved!But I am not happy at all! !

Can this player respect the key items, please! ! !

-

Dinner is delivered to the respective rooms by the butler.

After the meal, the two walked around the Mingyue Pavilion again, and there was really nothing wrong with it. The current Mingyue Pavilion looks like a beautiful and unique ordinary building.

They can even go out and look around, which is unbelievably free.

There is absolutely no "come in, don't even think about leaving" attitude of other playgrounds.

But the surrounding residents did not provide any more detailed information than the hand account.

After dark, they returned to Mingyue Pavilion.

After all, the most important thing is to clear the game. The danger must exist in the Mingyue Pavilion, but the way to clear the level is also here.

Strolling outside all the time can probably avoid danger, but it is also insulated from customs clearance.

Xiao Lan went to take a shower early to get ready for bed.

No matter whether the danger comes tomorrow or in the middle of the night, it is the most practical way to have a good rest tonight.

As soon as Xiao Lan pushed open the bathroom door, he saw a black cat lying on his pillow.

I don't know how it slipped over, and it seemed that he had no intention of leaving.

Xiao Lan: "..."

He hasn't slept with Luo since he kissed her.

It's a bit embarrassing for him to come here suddenly, even in cat form!

Luo didn't seem to notice it: "Sir, come and rest, I will watch the night."

Xiao Lan calmed down on the surface, and lay down under the covers.

After turning off the light, he closed his eyes directly, and forced himself to clean up the messy thoughts in his mind.

At this time, Luo's voice whispered in his ears: "Are you nervous, sir?"

Xiao Lan: "..."

Can you stop telling the truth?

Luo smiled softly: "Don't think too much, I won't do anything, everything in the game is based on your safety."

But he seemed to be doing it on purpose, the deep laughter was heard in his ears, making Xiao Lan feel that the pinnae of the ears were slightly itchy, and the tips of the ears felt a little hot.

Xiao Lan said that she didn't want to talk, and covered the black cat with another pillow on the bed.

Out of sight is pure!

Luo: "..."

My husband has changed and I am no longer his cute kitten.

After her ears were cleared, Xiao Lan finally gradually fell into a deep sleep.

-

When the eyes felt the light, Xiao Lan thought it was dawn.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a ceiling that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The mottled, water-stained and moldy ceiling, the air still smelled of damp, and the bed board under him was shaking slightly, as if it would fall apart with a little more effort.

This is, the bed where he lived for a long time with air and rain all around!

At that time, he was so poor that he could only rent a bed, not only could he only rent the worst one, but he was often ridiculed by that stingy and mean landlord.

Think about it, it seems to be a long time ago.

How could he come here?

Xiao Lan sat up, the old bed board creaked under the load, and shook twice, and finally stabilized.

The room was empty, there was no one else but him, and Luo was nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Lan tried to call Luo, but there was no response.

It wasn't the first time she encountered such a situation, Xiao Lan didn't panic at all when she guessed that it was an independent space or could only accommodate one person.

Xiao Lan looked around, and the beds around were also empty.

He remembered that it seemed that the condition of this room was really bad, even if it was the cheapest one, few people would choose the bed here, after all, it was only three yuan and five dollars cheaper.

Yes, that stingy landlord even cares about three dollars and a half.

But at that time, was Xiao Lan short of the three dollars and five dollars?

- He is missing!

So this dilapidated place almost became his own room.

Xiao Lan walked around the room and didn't see anything special, but she couldn't open the door either.

He checked the window again.

The windows, which cannot block the wind or rain, are still as crumbling as I remember, but they seem to be protected by unknown forces and cannot be destroyed by violence at all.

It was as if this place had suddenly become a secret room.

Xiao Lan turned around and began to search the room again.

This time he checked very carefully, the game will not set up a link that cannot be escaped, so there must be a loophole here.

Fortunately, poverty made him almost desireless. Xiao Lan is not a person who likes to hoard and collect things. There are not many things in the room, and it can even be said to be very few.

Xiao Lan was extremely thankful that she didn't have a hobby of picking up junk, otherwise it might be a lot of trouble to search.

He checked the beds first, carefully comparing every detail with what he remembered.

Suddenly, he felt a feeling of being watched.

After a long period of combat training, his senses have become more acute.

Now he can not only feel being spied on, but he doesn't even need Luo to help search, he can know the approximate location of the spooked person.

Xiao Lan turned around and looked over——

The room was so shabby, poor, and empty that there was nowhere to hide.

The location where the line of sight is projected is only a small broken bed.

The bed was so broken that the boards were leaking, the wadding on it was full of holes, and half of the head of the bed was missing. The only place to hide something was under the dark bed.

Poverty is sometimes a treasure.

Especially when you are so poor that ghosts have no place to hide.

Xiao Lan took out the [Bone of Dalit] and walked to the broken bed.

He slammed his stick on the ground with a "bang" and said, "Are you coming out by yourself or should I do it?"

That posture is like a cub running across the street.

It was quiet under the bed, and there was no movement at all.

Xiao Lan didn't talk nonsense, and directly waved a stick to sweep under the bed.

"boom--"

A white object was directly swept out by the stick, and was sent flying to the wall under Xiao Lan's great force.

It was only then that Xiao Lan realized that this thing was a human-like thing, with no facial features on the head, and human-like limbs, but there was a long tongue growing where it should be the mouth. At a glance, it was clear that the thing was used for attacking.

The ground touched by the tongue has been corroded to produce green smoke. If it falls on a person, the effect will be more serious.

But looking at this fragile little body, it must be a sneak attack.

As a close-combat player who is accustomed to facing the front, what Xiao Lan is most afraid of is this kind of squishy skin.

Before the monster got up, Xiao Lan rushed forward and knocked it down again with a stick, then suppressed its long tongue, and stepped on its back so that it couldn't move.

Xiao Lan: "Excuse me, do you know how to get out of here?"

The monster raised its head and roared.

Xiao Lan asked again, but there was still no response.

The monster had no desire to communicate and even tried to attack him.

It seems that although this thing looks like a human, it is a guy with no communication ability, and it has nothing to do with whether its tongue is pressed or not.

Now Xiao Lan was not polite, and with one stick after another, he directly knocked out his last human figure.

The monster that turned into a lump of dough huddled pitifully on the broken floor and gradually disappeared.

After finishing off the monster, Xiao Lan checked the room again.

No abnormalities were found in other places, and he returned to his bed again.

He had checked here before and found nothing.

Whether it's the pillow that seems to have been chewed by a dog, or the bed sheet and quilt cover that are almost washed to pieces, or even the mattress that has been flattened by sleeping.

But there seems to be a place...

This time Xiao Lan turned the whole bed over, revealing the rusty bed frame, and the whole bed creaked like a scream.

Then he saw 100 yuan in the crevice of the bed frame.

100 yuan!

Xiao Lan smiled: "How can there be money under my bed?"

Poverty is such self-confidence.

He picked up the fake 100 yuan that didn't fit in the whole room, and squeezed it hard.

The 100 yuan was broken like it was made of glass.

The familiar dilapidated room around him began to gradually disappear.