I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Early the next morning, Xiao Lan got up very early. He quickly packed himself up and prepared to return to the real world.

The player organization called Samsara had asked someone to investigate him, which reminded him of his long-lost father.

This time I went back mainly to investigate matters related to Xiao Lan's father, Xiao Chengyan.Not just what happened before he disappeared, but also his previous debts, and whether he was a player or not.

There are so many things to investigate in three days, and the time is quite urgent. Of course, it is better to start as soon as possible.

Xiao Lan chose to return to the real world, and then fell into darkness.

A familiar system prompt appears:

"Returning to the real world, players are not allowed to do any behavior that exposes the coming world or endangers reality, and offenders will be punished"

"All props and skills of the player will be temporarily locked, and will be unlocked after returning to the world of Advent"

The next moment, what appeared was the living room of the villa where the two lived, which could also be called their current home.

Xiao Lan was about to go out, but was stopped by Luo: "Sir, you haven't eaten breakfast today, it's not too late to start looking for clues after having breakfast first."

Xiao Lan thought about it, it seems that he forgot breakfast again.

Luo skillfully took out the mobile phone on the table: "Sir, what do you want to eat?"

Xiao Lan looked indifferent: "Whatever."

Anyway, he is not picky about food, and he can't tell whether it is good or not. The food with him is just to divide the delicious food from the really bad food.

Luo nodded and arranged breakfast.

While waiting for the takeaway, he brewed black tea for Xiao Lan and brought it to Xiao Lan.

Then Luo took out a notebook: "Sir, let me investigate the news about your father first, can you tell me about the information you know about him?"

Xiao Lan recalled carefully, and mentioned his company name, permanent address, etc., but couldn't think of more.

It's been years since his dad disappeared.

Before his father disappeared, he was busy running the company all day long, and he always lived in the city where the company was located, while Xiao Lan and his mother lived in another city.Xiao Chengyan seldom went home, and they didn't communicate much. Xiao Lan didn't know much about his company or his circle of friends.

But every important festival and birthday of the mother and son, Xiao Chengyan would always go home to spend it with them, and prepared very thoughtful gifts. He always remembered the preferences of the mother and son, and never made a mistake.

This made Xiao Lan feel that although her father was serious and indifferent and not good at expressing feelings, he was a responsible father.

So after his father disappeared, he was also very sad, and ran around, hoping to find his clues, but unfortunately there was nothing.

While waiting, Xiao Lan drank black tea and turned on the TV.

In the past, he would not have done such extravagant behaviors. After all, the electricity bills cost money, and most of the time, the small broken house he rented did not have a TV to watch.

A piece of news happened to be playing on the TV:

"Recently, a rich second-generation teenager rewarded a female anchor with a gift worth millions."

Then there was the interview with the teenager. The mosaic teenager said indifferently: "I just like that she is different from those other female anchors. Isn't it just 100 million pocket money, no matter how big it is, it is worth interviewing."

Xiao Lan was lamenting the happiness of the rich, it was so unpretentious and boring.

The next moment, the news screen switched to the legendary millionaire female anchor.

Xiao Lan's tea almost spewed out, because what appeared on the screen was - Wu Ting.

The young man has a good eye. He is indeed different from all the female anchors. After all, he has the same parts as you, and may even be thicker and longer than you. After all, you are just a younger brother.

Wu Ting really loves women's clothing deeply.

Xiao Lan was very skeptical that Wuting's live broadcast was not for money at all, he was just satisfying his hobbies, he couldn't enjoy himself in the game, and even had to broadcast live outside the game, it was true love.

Xiao Lan put down the teacup: "Internet anchors are really scary..."

Wu Ting in the news segment is also different from other female anchors.

He was wearing a red dress, still with long black curly hair and exquisite makeup, and was telling a ghost story: "...the voice said: 'You, have you seen my hair?', the voice fell, and at some point in the bathroom Many hairs appeared, and these hairs slowly surrounded the woman in red..."

Xiao Lan: "I remember he was red like underpants?"

Luo took the time to glance at the screen: "You remember correctly."

Using myself as the protagonist of a ghost story is quite a show, and...these ghost stories are all true, isn't this person worried about his identity being exposed?

Or is this a special advertising channel for information mongers?

Shortly after the news, the takeaway finally arrived.

Xiao Lan was eating his own breakfast, and while typing on the keyboard, Luo announced to him the news of buying a new car: "Sir, I ordered a new car for you, because I have customized a lot of details, so I may not get it until some time later." arrive."

In the eyes of Xiao Lan, you evil rich man, Luo continued: "Are you still used to living here? I can arrange a more comfortable environment and a house with better conditions for you."

Xiao Lan recovered from the blow from the money: "No need...it's pretty good here, really."

There is no wind or rain leakage, and the power supply is uninterrupted, which is simply superb.

At the same time, he also felt the huge gap between human beings and non-human beings. Thinking that he could barely make ends meet by working all day long, Luo was able to buy a house and a car in the short time he came to the real world, and he looked very relaxed. look.

If he was a human being, he must be the kind of domineering president who is said to have millions of dollars every minute, and who would not bother to pick up money if it was lost.

Sensing his gaze, Luo stopped his hands and said with a smile in his voice, "What's the matter? Sir, don't force yourself to be patient. I can prepare an independent manor for you to live in."

Xiao Lan hurriedly shook her head: "No, no, I really think this is very good. I was just thinking that you are really good at making money. You can easily do what I can't do in my life."

Luo moved closer to him, and showed his computer screen: "I can teach you, it's very simple."

"..." Xiao Lan glanced at the screen, dizzy from the densely packed and rapidly scrolling data on the full screen window, this guy Luo was dealing with several things at the same time, he was simply not human...he was indeed not human. correct.

Well, Xiao Lan felt that there was a reason why he was poor, who made him just an ordinary and humble human being.

Looking at Xiao Lan's indescribable expression, Luo felt a little inexplicably happy in his heart.

The distressed look on the sir's face is really...cute.

He showed a reserved smile: "Just leave all the troublesome things to me, sir, and I will definitely do it for you."

In this way, you will be more and more unable to leave me.

Xiao Lan, who didn't know Luo Yin's secret thoughts and plans, nodded: "Thank you."

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In the afternoon, Luo suddenly raised his head from the computer and said to Xiao Lan, "Sir, I found some clues about your father."

Xiao Lan put down his afternoon tea and waited for Luo's next words.

Luo: "For a long time before he disappeared, your father, Mr. Xiao Chengyan, should have been a player."

Xiao Lan's eyes widened slightly: "What?"

Lowe continued to add: "I investigated his previous whereabouts and found that he disappeared suddenly at a certain moment, reappeared about a week later, and then began to live alone on the grounds of work, and alienated his previous relationships. After that, his whereabouts also disappeared from time to time. Now, do you think of anything?"

Xiao Lan: "I... I am also like this after entering the world of descent."

Luo nodded: "He may be a senior player. I compared a large amount of data and found that after he was declared missing, there were still a few traces that appeared in reality, and as time went by, there were fewer and fewer traces. , I guess he may have chosen not to return to reality."

It turned out that his father was really not dead, but why did he suddenly abandon their mother and son?Is it because the game is so stressful that he can't take care of other things at all?Xiao Lan guessed.

"There is another point." Luo turned the screen to Xiao Lan, pointed to a set of data above and said, "The large debt of unknown origin on your body first appeared half a year after your father disappeared, not before. The debts. There are many organizations and forces involved, and the specific situation is difficult to verify, but the time can be determined."

Xiao Lan frowned: "After disappearing?"

Players should no longer need money. His father's tricks are like cheating his wife and children. What exactly does he want to do?

Luo turned the screen back again, and he fixedly looked at Xiao Lan: "With all due respect, this debt first went to your mother, and then it was transferred to you impatiently after you became an adult."

"It's like it's specially made for you."

Xiao Lan's shock was indescribable. How could his father prepare debts for him? Could it be that he knew that he would enter the game and acquire the skill [Poverty can't limit my imagination]. Is this really possible?

How could his father predict, and in terms of the control of the world, would it allow the player to predict the future?

Moreover, how could that father, who in his impression was not good at expressing but cared about his family, do such a thing.

After all, although Xiao Lan's mother died of illness, her death is also inseparable from these debts. Would his father really be so cruel?

For a moment, Xiao Lan only felt that a big cold hand was playing with the thread of fate, interweaving his original life trajectory into an unusual change.