I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Xiao Lan’s memory has not been tampered with, Xiao Lan is a little surprised, but now there are many players here, which is obviously not suitable for the two people to communicate. Writing on Luo’s envelope is too slow to communicate, so I will find a chance to compare later. it is good.

Xiao Lan gave Luo a look and motioned him to wait for the two to talk alone.

Luo nodded gently to show his understanding.

"Why is this person?" Someone asked.

There were a total of nine players present at the time. Why did he die at random, or did he trigger a death condition? Understanding this is very important for players.

While looking at the game console, Mu Yang took out his work permit: "I guess it has something to do with the work permit. Have you brought it all?"

Players have touched their work permits.

After confirming each other's eyes, they looked at this work permit placed on the table and got it. Previously, it seems that the requirement to wear a work permit has been seen in the company's system, and most players have brought it, even if it is disgusting to write it, it is no exception.

The guy who was recruited didn't know whether it was the head iron or didn't pay attention to the request. When he went to the meeting, he didn't bring a work permit, so he was cold.

However, it was precisely because he forgot to bring his work permit that he left messages to the players.

People do not know whether to thank him or sympathize with him.

"Then, when did he, him, and why did he disappear?" Huabei asked.

Players have fallen into memories.

Xiao Lan thought of the meeting room where everyone had received a text message from the meeting before, and when he returned from the meeting room, Hu Zhai discovered the blank work permit.

The seats in the office are arranged according to the number of players. Each player indicates that the seat and number of people in the office they are in are consistent, indicating that when they get a work permit and enter the office, there are still nine people.

Then the disappearance of the player named He Kaisui should have happened during the period when the players left the office for a meeting.

Otherwise, more than ten minutes before the meeting, Hu Zhai would have noticed the blank work permit.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the bell that rang after the boss announced the break. Xiao Lan looked at the time. It is now 1:55, which is about ten minutes before they leave the meeting room.

Xiao Lan looked around the crowd: "Do any of you remember when the boss said it was when the meeting ended?"

"1:44." Luo replied affirmatively, "At that time there was a ringtone."

"I, I also watched and watched the time at 1:44." Huabei also replied.

"+1" Mu Yang also said that his eyes are still stuck on the screen of the game console.

Xiao Lan: "We were in the lobby, the first time we heard the ringtone, and the time when the boss appeared was 0:44."

Hu Zhai folded his hands to his chest and made a girlish fear movement: "You mean, every 44 minutes will happen..."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Although it is just my guess, the first 44 points is the official start of the game, the second 44 points is a player disappeared, and what will happen to the next 44 points, neither of us knows."

The players' faces were even heavier.

In other words, it will happen again in less than an hour.

When the player disappeared before, they didn't feel anything. In this way, it is very unfavorable for how to be alert and predict the crisis.

This feels like a ship sailing into a sea filled with reefs, while the helmsman is blindfolded. They knew the crisis was around them, but they could not judge where the crisis came from.

When the players were discussing, Cheng Wen stood behind him as soon as he watched the reaction of everyone.

His expression was always faint, and he didn't say anything, like a downright bystander. His eyes always swept Xiao Lan and Luo unintentionally, as if he was very interested in the actions of the two.

Because of the limited time, the boss mentioned the situation of arranging work for them. Players still returned to their workstations to see what they were doing, so as not to fall into the hidden death trap without knowing it.

We are still working in the early morning, and it is not a sad life for game developers.

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to say that he was going to a toilet, and Luo also followed.

The side Mu Yang asked doubtfully: "Why do you go to the toilet together?"

In his impression, this seems to be a hobby only for the female students in the class.

"Because we always go to the toilet together, it's more secure." Xiao Lan replied without changing his face, and flirted with minors without conscience. "You can try it if you have the chance."

Mu Yang: "..."

It sounds reasonable, but I always feel something is wrong.

Thinking of Cheng Wenyi's exquisite and extravagant school, if he asked him to go to the toilet together, Mu Yang doubted that he would be sent to clean the toilet for a whole year, and would write 100,000 words every day.

Tyrant, that's why he doesn't talk about love.

Just imagining, Mu Yang couldn't help but feel cold in the back.

forget it……

Xiao Lan and Luo went to the toilet alone.

The toilet is very clean, there is no smell, and it is not dirty. Every floor tile is clean, but the overall area is not large, and the two big men stand inside and look a little crowded.

After confirming that there are no other players and surveillance items around, Xiao Lan asked: "What happened when He Kaisui disappeared?"

"He disappeared instantaneously, without fighting, without any change in expression, and at the same time, I didn't feel any power fluctuations." Luo thought about the wording, "It's like... Existence was erased, what happened What is probably only known by him.

Xiao Lan frowned: "Invisible power?"

Luo: "I guess there should be a lot of restrictions on this power, otherwise it would not be a problem to wipe out all the players in a flash with this ability."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Indeed, time and death conditions are indispensable. I guess it should only take away a qualified person at 44 minutes."

If we can really kill people with impunity, how can we fight against this silent disappearance? At that time, the player rebelled and lay dead.

"However, with the progress of the game, what may happen is not necessarily." Xiao Lan said.

According to the game he experienced, the death threat just started is the lightest, and the most restrictive conditions for triggering death conditions are the most. As the game progresses slowly, the danger of death will increase.

In this game, the threat at the beginning of the game is a bit too powerful, and it is still conditionally limited, but in the later period, if such restrictions become less and less, or even disappear, then it is really troublesome.

But there are still too few clues, and they know very little about the situation of ghosts.

Looking at Xiao Lan, who was in deep contemplation, Luo felt a little regretful. The speed of self-regulation is very fast. It is really regrettable that he is alone with him now.

It seems that he still needs to work hard.

Soon after.

The two returned to the office.

Mu Yang put down the gameboy that almost merged with him. He was staring at the screen in front of him with a serious expression on his face.

The Huabei beside him also looked sad, like a little cabbage that had been exposed to the sun.

"What happened?" Xiao Lan stepped forward and asked.

Mu Yang threw the digital pen on his hand aside and was a little depressed: "The work assigned to me is the original painting, and npc is painted according to the content described in the planning file."

"Alas..." He sighed and turned his screen to face Xiao Lan and the two.

I saw an indescribable stick figure above. In theory, this should be a person. After all, Xiao Lan vaguely distinguished the lines representing the head and limbs.

But this head is twice as big as the entire body, and the lines are crooked. If you don't look carefully, you think it is a potato, and it seems to sprout.

Xiao Lan commented reluctantly: "Well... very creative."

Another glance at the description of the planning file on the computer, the demand is to draw a girl, compared with Mu Yang's painting...

It is miserable.

The punk boy slaps on the game console and does not want to face his own work.

At this time Luo also walked to his computer: "My work is also the original painting."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Is it blind to come to the world, why should I not live with myself like this?

Seeing Xiao Lan's eyes, Luo smiled and took up the digital pen and said: "Please believe that I am not the same as before."

That gesture seemed very confident.

Xiao Lan thought of the large number of drawing tutorials he gave to Luo, and thought about Luo’s terrible memory, did he really gain something?

After passing the letter suspiciously, Xiao Lan closed himself.

If he believed this soul painter again, he would be stupid...

This guy just learned to paint! And five or six highly saturated colors are piled up together, with his style from the depths of the soul, red, blue, purple and green, more spicy eyes, okay!

The children's drawing class seems to open a path of no return to his artistic life.

Luo Xin said: "This is the essence of the neo-futuristic soul."

Xiao Lan's eyes were desperate, and Mu Yang's paintings could still see the limbs and head anyway. Luo's paintings had evolved to such an extent that they couldn't tell the human form at all. Even if it abandons the morale and aesthetics and lowers the scoring standard, it can only be classified into the range drawn by Picasso with the feet after the cephalosporin is mixed with wine.

Luo this guy, in other respects is always reliable and easy-going. Only in the art of painting, he insists on self very much and is full of self-confidence, let people do not know what is the source of his self-confidence.

Is this the biggest difficulty of the whole game?

Mu Yang quietly walked over to look at the screen, then quietly relieved and went back.

The pace is a bit brisk.

This little action did not escape Luo's eyes: "..."

Boy, what is your reaction?

When the penultimate pair of grades was in the exam, it was found that the penultimate appeared in the examination room.

Xiao Lan walked to his computer and found that his task was 3D modeling.

After turning on the 3dmax modeled on the computer, he was silent... This complex interface makes people dizzy. Even learning is definitely not a matter that can be solved in a short time.

Huabei sitting next to him also came together: "My job is, u, ui... what is this?"

The two of them face each other, and they see daze in each other's eyes. Is the garbage game trying to kill us?

"Will you... write a planning case? I only play games and don't design levels..." Hu Zhai's footsteps walked in with empty eyes.

Then he stared blankly at the four people in the room.

It was a sharp eye in the examination room that tried to turn in the white paper.

Suddenly, Hu Zhai understood that there was nothing more to say.

At this time, the player who became the planner on the other side also came out of the office and shook his head at them.

Mu Yang walked to Cheng Wenyi's side: "Brother Cheng, you can give me the program."

Cheng Wen shook his head and gently scratched Shirley's chin. He said slowly: "My job is a front-end program, which requires art resources from your side, but it seems impossible."

Xiao Lan pushed the keyboard aside: "I don't think these tasks can be completed by non-professional players. It is impossible for the game to set such a level. If the death condition is triggered, who can survive?"

Hu Zhai touched his chin: "So... what is the condition of death?"

If the game arranges for the player an impossible job, and the job itself is not a death condition, where will the death condition be arranged?

Xiao Lan flashed: "What happens when an employee always makes mistakes at work?"

Mu Yang said subconsciously: "Throw it down to reclaim the sea."

Xiao Lan & players: "..."

Isn't it easy for you to reincarnate the livestock? ! They looked at Mu Yang and Cheng Wenyi with a little sympathy in their eyes.

"Old and bosses will come and find and talk to you," Huabei said weakly.

This is the normal answer.

boss……

The thought of the boss who had never seen the true face, plus the eerie voice, made the players stunned.

The last time they were summoned by the boss was a group meeting, and then directly cooled one. If this time is a separate talk... Can they escape from the death crisis?

Everyone felt as if a sword was hanging above him.