I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The two continued on the train.

Although it seemed that the carriage was still empty, moving handrails and the sound of knocking on the glass could be seen from time to time along the way, which showed that it wasn't just the two of them in this space.

After entering a new car, a row of blood-stained footprints appeared in front of him. The footprints were a bit messy, and they went all the way to the car in front.

Xiao Lan squatted down to observe for a while, the blood was a little coagulated, but it hadn't dried out, obviously it didn't last long.

Driven by Luo, a little black shadow covered a little blood. After a while, Luo said: "It's a male, about 30 years old, and his physical condition is much better than ordinary people. It should be the blood from the player."

"Follow up and have a look." After Xiao Lan finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the direction where the bloodstains stretched.

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Following the bloodstains, the two came all the way to the last carriage.

At the door of the carriage, the bloodstains disappeared.

This carriage is completely different from the ones seen before. The pure white color is matched with metal seats and a simple shape. Both the material and the design reveal a sense of modernity.

Xiao Lan was quite sure that this was a carriage that had never appeared before.

This carriage is brand new, and there are traces of splicing with the original carriage. It should be a carriage added later, and such a carriage has not been seen from the outside before.

"Could it be... that you can enter here only when you get on the train for the second time?" Xiao Lan guessed, "Or does this change appear according to time? Or is it... the ticket?"

The reason for the change is unknown, but Xiao Lan soon had no more time to think about this issue.

Because after walking a few steps forward, a corpse appeared.

This is a man in his thirties. He leaned against the car door and fell to the ground. The joints of his limbs turned over, showing an unnatural posture. His face was turned up, with a creepy and weird smile.

He was wearing the most common clothes in the Advent World System store. His chest and abdomen had been torn open, his stomach had been emptied, and the internal organs were gone, but there was no blood on the ground.

"Luo, is the previous bloodstain his?" Xiao Lan asked.

"Yes." Luo nodded, confirming the guess.

Xiao Lan stepped forward to inspect the corpse, and saw handprints on the joints of his limbs. These handprints were of different sizes and overlapped each other, as if many people shot and broke his joints at the same time.

And his missing internal organs weren't nearby, and there wasn't much blood on the ground.

Maybe the thing that attacked him took away his internal organs, or maybe he was not attacked here. As for more information, I am afraid only the victim himself knows.

Xiao Lan closed the player's eyes, and put his body aside, so as to prevent him from falling directly onto the rails below when the train arrived at the station and opened the door, and might end up being crushed.

Players' deaths are hasty, no one can predict how they will die in the end, and they cannot prepare for their funeral in advance.Every game, every danger may be the end of their lives, and it is already a luxury to leave a complete corpse in the end.

In fact, after the game is over, no one knows what will happen to the player's corpse. Xiao Lan just tried his best to leave the dead player with a bit of decency.

Xiao Lan took out a towel prepared by Luo from the storage space, and covered the other person's face, which was regarded as the last funeral.

After the corpse moved, a square object appeared from the original position of the corpse.

Luo picked it up, wiped the dust off the surface, and handed it to Xiao Lan: "It's a wallet, sir."

Xiao Lan took it over and looked at it carefully, it was a pure black wallet, the texture was very good to the touch, and the design was also low-key and simple, but the rigorous workmanship and meticulous hardware still showed that this wallet was definitely worth a lot. Fei.

Unless players have special hobbies, they generally don't have wallets.

The reason is also very simple, because coming to the world does not require money.Unless there is any special commemorative significance or props, most players will not bring such useless things into the game.

Xiao Lan looked at the wallet, which should be classified as a luxury item, and then at the corpse of a player next to him who was wearing the most common clothes produced by the system. His clothes were very ordinary, even somewhat slovenly. Not like something the other party would have.

So, is this obtained in this game?

Xiao Lan opened the wallet, and there were a lot of cards in it. Other than that, there were only a few brand-new banknotes without change, and they were put in for backup at first glance, but they had no chance to take them out for a long time. It is a typical wallet of modern people. .

With his movements, a black object rolled down from the wallet, round, coin-shaped, with "13" embossed on it.

Xiao Lan asked Luo to take out the ticket he found before for comparison. Except for the color, this ticket was exactly the same as the one they found before.

Xiao Lan frowned: "There are actually two kinds of tickets."

In this way, the feeling of choosing one of the two becomes more obvious, not only choosing the train or the platform, but also choosing the black ticket or the white ticket.

But which side is the right choice?

Putting the ticket aside, Xiao Lan continued to check the contents of the wallet.

On one side of the wallet was a group photo of a man and a woman.

Their movements are very close together, they should be lovers or husband and wife, but the faces of the two people in the photo are blurred, as if they have been processed and can’t be seen clearly, only the man in the photo can be seen to be tall , while the woman has fair skin and a slender figure.

There is no doubt that the clothes of these two people are very modern, and the photo is not yellowed. Obviously this is a photo taken recently.

Xiao Lan took out the photo and wanted to check the back, but received a system prompt:

[On that day, my mother gave you her favorite brooch with her own hands, and you smiled beautifully at me wearing it]

[Trigger plot task: Lost thoughts]

[Mission description: Find the brooch]

[Task Reward: Random Rare Item*1]

[Reminder: The plot mission cannot be abandoned, it is critical to the progress of the game, please treat it with caution]

Seeing the system prompt, Xiao Lan turned her gaze back to the front of the photo, and there was indeed a brooch on the woman's chest.The style of the brooch is very old, but the workmanship is very exquisite, with a beauty that will not be eliminated by the years.

As for the plot mission, it seems that they found something very important, but the mission didn't say who to give it to after finding the brooch, and they don't know how to complete it.

He looked at the tall man in the photo, and thought of the man in black with a strong sense of oppression he saw when he got in the car, could it be him?

But... Xiao Lan felt cold when he thought of that random rare item, after all [Zhang Dong's autograph] is also a rare item.

He looked at this valuable wallet, and the guy who likes this mission can be more generous.But being generous seems to be useless, after all, the word random is too evil for non-chiefs.

In short, let's talk about finding the brooch first.

At present, they still have to go back to the platform again, not only to find the brooch, but also to find more clues, so that they can decide whether to choose the train or the platform, or choose neither.

Xiao Lan stood on the spot thinking about the current situation, Luo looked at him quietly from the side, and did not make a sound to plan Xiao Lan's thinking.

Suddenly, a harsh sound of fingernails scraping against the glass came from the side.

The sound was harsh, with an annoying frequency, even the roar of the train could not be suppressed.

Xiao Lan turned her head to look, and saw a pale, swollen and bloodstained hand scratching the glass. This hand was very dirty, as if it had just picked up coal, with many black stains.

After the harsh sound, the hand changed its way. It slammed on the car door, as if it wanted to enter the car from the outside.

The sound of slapping was stiff and slow, maintaining a rigid frequency.

As the eyes of Xiao Lan and the other two shifted to its direction, the range of this hand's slapping also changed from the door to the window, but no matter how many positions it changed, it always remained above the elbow, never Other parts were exposed.

This thing is actually quite awkward, but it seems to be very weak.

Although this dungeon will attract danger if it doesn't say anything, but it's hard to guarantee that it won't attract the attention of other things if it keeps making such noise.For example, the danger of killing the player on the ground, or the threat of the tall man in black that he had seen before, made Xiao Lan not want to confront him unless he had to.

It will always be a trouble to let this hand go on like this.

Xiao Lan walked towards the position where this hand was, and seeing him approaching, this hand stopped patting the glass, and lay down on the window in a peaceful manner, tapping the glass lightly with her fingertips, as if hinting at him Come and play with yourself.

I don't even look at my stubby, bloated and dirty look, it's not cute at all.

Xiao Lan walked forward with a blank expression, and stretched out her hand in the direction of the hand outside the window.

And then—the middle finger was raised.

Maybe it was disturbed by this operation, and the hand knocking on the glass outside the window stopped.

Then Xiao Lan made a chopping motion to that hand, and signaled to the other party: If you keep making noise, I'll kill you.

That hand obviously didn't expect to receive such a reaction. When the player saw it, who didn't retreat in fear, or left cautiously, who dared to threaten him?

His hand suddenly slapped the window angrily, making a loud bang on the glass, as if to smash the glass through.

"Heh." Xiao Lan gave it a "You really don't know what to do" sneer.

Immediately, Xiao Lan grabbed the railing of the car, then tore it off in front of the other party, twisted it into a twist in a few seconds and threw it in front of the window.

Then, he pointed to the door of the train, made a "3" gesture, then squeezed his fist, and pointed to the metal twist on the ground.

The meaning is clear: after the time opens, you will be the next twist.

The movement of that hand beating the window froze. It moved downwards and then again, as if comparing itself with the hardness of the railing of the train, and finally decisively slipped away.

Don't play anymore, don't play anymore, this person is so fierce...

Xiao Lan showed a satisfied smile.

Luo watched Xiao Lan continue to study the back of the photo in his hand, and always felt that his husband was becoming more and more proficient in threatening ghosts, and he had the aura of a bully in the world.

And I am the lackey behind that bully.

Hmm, think about it, it's pretty good.