I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The players watched the things on the table remain silent for a long time, as if they were forced to stand on the edge of a cliff, facing a choice between life and death.And no matter how you look at this choice, it looks like left is dead or right is dead.

The atmosphere in the restaurant seemed to freeze for a moment. The players looked at each other, but no one moved.

Seeing that the players hadn't moved for a long time, "Grandma" narrowed her little eyes dangerously: "What's wrong? My children, are you picky eaters? Picky eaters are not what good children should do."

The players hesitated, their eyes swirling between grandma, coke, and mush, and it was difficult to make a choice.

"What about you? Good boy." She turned her head and looked closer at the player sitting on her right, her big grinning mouth almost covering his head.

The player was stared at by her, couldn't help shaking, and subconsciously picked up a piece of special coke made by "grandma". He took several deep breaths but couldn't convince himself to eat this thing.

Not only that, under the gaze of "grandmother", he trembled more and more, even the whole table trembled slightly.

Seeing this, "Grandma" snorted displeasedly.

The sound was not loud, but it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. It scared the coke that was already crumbling in the player's hand and rolled down, hitting the table with a crisp sound. His eyes rolled all the way to the ground.

Realizing that something was wrong, the voice of the targeted player trembled: "Grandma, grandma, grandma... I will pick it up right away—"

Before he could finish speaking, "Grandma" bit down the big mouth hanging above his head!

"Crack-"

The sound of bones breaking was especially evident in the silent restaurant at the moment.

The next moment, the headless corpse fell down from the seat, and the blood from the broken neck splashed out, staining the heads and faces of the two players next to him, and splashing a lot on the table.

The players were shocked for a moment, they never thought that death would come so suddenly.

The female player whose face was splashed with blood hurriedly covered her mouth and suppressed her exclamation. She was trembling, her eyes widened and she looked at "grandma" not far away in horror.

"Grandma" is chewing the head in her mouth, with a happy and satisfied expression on her face.

The hard bone made a crisp sound in her mouth, but it couldn't stop her sharp teeth. There was still blood at the corner of her mouth, like lipstick that was applied very casually.

Accompanied by the sound of swallowing, "Grandma" smiled again, with blood and minced meat remaining between her teeth, and even white tofu-like residue: "Grandma will punish a disobedient child."

Her dangerous gaze scanned the players. Although she knew that she might not be able to see clearly, the players who were watching couldn't help but get nervous.

They stretched out their hands one after another - mushy.

At least this one looks more edible than coke.

But the next moment they regretted it.

What the hell!Why is the taste not only soft but also sticky?Is there glue in it?It doesn't taste like food at all, maybe it's better to eat coke.

Coupled with the smell of blood in the air and the corpses on the ground, it makes people almost vomit.

Just when their faces changed, the voice of "Grandma" sounded: "A good boy should not waste food."

Players can only stalk their necks and swallow what is in their mouths, and their eyes are full of perception of the impermanence of life.

On the other side, Xiao Lan and Luo ate calmly without changing their expressions, while Wang Teddy's little curly hair was drooping, and he put the paste into his mouth with an expression of resignation, as if he had put life and death aside.

The players have reached a consensus at this moment—this kind of meal can no longer continue.

Gu Jiangke finished the mush in his bowl with difficulty, and said to "grandma", "grandma...you have worked hard in cooking."

"Grandma" had a loving smile on her face: "For my favorite child, such a little bit of hard work is nothing."

Gu Jiangke continued, trying to make her change her mind: "It's like this, grandma, we think that what we usually eat is too greasy, and the vegetables here are just right for us. From now on, we can just eat vegetables."

The players nodded one after another. They really like to eat vegetables. Vegetables are good for your health.

"You are really a group of caring and good children." "Grandma" said to him with a smile, "However, why can't grandma not prepare food for you, why don't you cook dinner with grandma."

Gu Jiangke's face froze, he never expected such a turning point, under the gaze of "grandma", he could only nod his head: "Okay... yes, grandma."

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After the meal, it is free time for the players.

Xiao Lan, Luo, and Wang Teddy walked together. Luo and Wang Tedi said that they searched several rooms in the morning, but they didn't find the key.

Xiao Lan talked about the fact that he found that "grandma" had very keen hearing, and added: "When I was helping her with cooking, I took the opportunity to search her, but I didn't find any trace of the key."

Wang Teddy's eyes were strange: "You look like a skilled pickpocket..."

"Did poverty give you some ulterior part-time job?" Luo also said, in order to keep a low profile, Luo will try to avoid calling Xiao Lan Mr. in front of players, and don't use honorific titles.

Xiao Lan waved his hand, looking as if he didn't need to mention the past: "It's nothing, just knowing yourself and the enemy."

I think back then, he was a person who was surrounded by pickpockets all over the street. If he dared to steal, he might be emptied of everything on his body. If you want to trouble him, you can't beat him. His status in the pickpocket circle is comparable to that of the plague god. almost.When Xiao Lan moved away from that area, the thieves and gangsters couldn't help but go out and have a big meal to celebrate.

I don't know what kind of drama Wang Taidi imagined about the street fighter king washing his hands in the gold basin. He looked at Xiao Lan with a little awe of the people in society.

The three of them continued to look for clues to the key in the house together. It was really hard to guess where a big mouse version of the old lady would hide the key. After searching several rooms, no clue was found.

At dinner, the dinner on the table was made by Gu Jiangke.

This guy obviously doesn't know how to cook, and the appearance of the dishes is terrible, but at least it hasn't turned into charcoal, and you can tell what the raw materials are. With Xiao Lan's previous background, he can already be called a chef at the level of a small Chinese master. art.

The players ate with tears in their eyes and felt very satisfied.

Their expressions made Gu Jiangke almost think that he was some kind of peerless chef, until he tried to take a bite before being brought back to reality.

However, the dishes are cooked, not mushy, and can still taste like vegetables... It's really touching...

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After dinner, "Grandma" drove the players back to the room, and said that good children should go to bed early and get up early, and also indicated that they will tell stories at night.

The three of Xiao Lan discussed it, and decided to wait for "grandma" to finish telling the story before finding a way to find clues about the key.

They are going to sleep first, and they will be more energetic when they are active at night.

There were rustling footsteps outside the door, as if many feet were hovering at their door, the gap between the footsteps was very short, and the thing making the sound seemed to have not too long legs.

There is a child's voice outside the door:

"Hee hee hee... there is someone inside..."

"Someone..."

"let me see……"

"Come and play together..."

The child's voice was thin and soft, overlapping one after another, calling to the people in the room: "Come... let's play together..."

Wang Teddy covered his head with the quilt and tried to sleep, but the sound didn't stop, there was even a crackling sound, and even the door trembled slightly.You must know that their door is made of iron, what can be chewed on? !

Xiao Lan also realized that something was wrong, so he sat up and looked in the direction of the door.

The candles in the corridor were dim, except for the faint shadow flickering around the crack of the door, as if hovering outside the door, nothing else could be seen clearly.

At this time, the voice of the child outside came again: "Come on... come out..."

Xiao Lan said blankly: "You guys, have you finished your homework? How much did you score in the exam? How much did you rank in school? Is there any scholarship? Have you thought about what university you plan to go to in the future?"

A series of questions that directly hit the soul penetrated deeply into the hearts of the children outside the door, making them fall into silence.

Xiao Lan continued to add: "The current society is very competitive. You should set your life goals well from an early age. If you don't know how to study, you will have to show the door to others in the future, um... just like now."

Children:"……"

Xiao Lan continued her efforts: "Oh, by the way, usually only one is enough to see the gate, and some of you can't even see the gate."

"So, tell me about your life plan, 800 words is enough."

Children:"……"

Suddenly I felt that my shoulders were so heavy. Is the world of adults so terrible?

There was silence outside the door. Wang Taidi looked at Xiao Lan as if he was looking at a devil. This person is really ruthless, and he left a deep shadow on the children with the cruelty of society.

After the sound from outside stopped ringing again, Xiao Lan took the time to sleep for a while.

After a while, Luo lightly shook Xiao Lan awake and whispered in his ear: "Sir, it's almost time."

Along with Luo's voice, the creaking sound of the iron door slowly opening was also remembered, Xiao Lan quickly rubbed her face to wake herself up.

After "Grandma" confirmed that the players were all in the room, she began to tell the story again:

"There was a poor little girl who lost her most beloved thing. So she wandered the streets every day, asking every passerby she met, 'Excuse me, have you seen my things?'. "

"Some passers-by are very indifferent, they will ignore the pleas of the poor little girl and leave. At this time, the little girl will be very angry and then take away a very important thing from them."

"The little girl waited and waited on the street, asking many, many people. Finally one day she met a kind gentleman who offered to help her find something, but the little girl had already forgotten what she was looking for."

"The gentleman was very gentle. He said he could help her think together. The little girl happily accepted his help."

"'At last I remember! What I've lost is—my head,' said the little girl, but the kind Mr. who lent her the head to think has been unable to find it for her."

"The little girl became sad again, and continued to wander the streets day after day, waiting for a kind person who would help her."

"Good night, my dear children, I wish you sweet dreams tonight."