I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The student next door would be too anomalous to show the photos on the phone on the desktop. It just says "I have a problem" on his face.

Seeing that the situation was different, Gu Shengan seized the opportunity to ask the next table: "Who is this? Do you know?"

After hearing it, they seemed to have reacted and moved away from the screen.

Fu Wenbo, the most talkative little braid photographer, smiled reluctantly: "It's nothing. It's a bit surprised to see such an old mobile phone turn on."

Xiao Lan didn't make such a fool: "The age of the **** the phone looks like seventeen or eighty years old. The phone is also a style ten years ago. Does she seem to be about the same age as you?"

Fu Wenbo's smile was a bit stiff, and he quietly wiped the sweat from his handle on his trouser legs: "Ah, yeah, what a coincidence."

Xiao Lan continued: "She is wearing the same school uniform as you, is it your classmate?"

Fu Wenbo was surprised: "How do you know?"

Xiao Lan made an inadvertent look: "I just saw it in the picture you gave me, but it just passed by and I thought I was wrong."

In fact, Fu Wenbo only showed a few pictures of them, Xiao Lan cheated him.

Fu Wenbo quickly remedied: "We didn't even know her, but we were so surprised to see the same school uniform. We have to know that we have graduated for ten years and we can still see this school uniform.

Hearing this, Xiao Lan had planned to make a few more remarks. The manager Cheng Lang in a suit quickly interrupted their conversation: "Fu Wenbo!"

Fu Wenbo shook, and suddenly realized that he had leaked his mouth, and quickly stood up, no longer daring to look at Xiao Lan, lied that his stomach hurts, and flew out of the smoke.

The four people left are all inexplicable, and they are not interested in the delicious dinner. They hurriedly took a few bites and found excuses to leave the restaurant.

Now only players are left in the restaurant.

Gu Shengan asked several others: "What do you think?"

Liu Yiyi said impatiently: "Look at it, isn't it because there is a problem with the npc, the one on the phone is a ghost, this group of people killed her, it's that simple. There is nothing to discuss, and there is no new clue, I Going to rest."

She didn't wait for everyone to reply, she left on her own.

Xiao Lan also said: "At present, there are indeed no extra clues. I suggest that you look at these npcs more or learn about the news about the hotel. After all, it was here that happened 10 years ago."

Although Liu Yiyi said something very polite, as far as the current situation is concerned, they have obtained too little information, and no matter how they discuss it, it is just a guess. The clue is the most important.

The other three also nodded in recognition.

This is where the owner of the hot spring hotel came in. He smiled and said to everyone: "Several rooms have been arranged. Let me take you over first."

The players also had no comments, and followed the boss to the accommodation area.

They wanted to send the mobile phone to the boss, but the boss refused, and in the end it was only temporarily kept by Tong Qing who discovered it.

The accommodation area is on the third floor, along the stairs, rows of rooms. Because only two waves of guests were received, most of the rooms were vacant, and the boss took them all the way to the innermost.

The boss pointed to a row of rooms on the left and said to them: "The five rooms here are your rooms. Just now a lady came in early and has moved into the penultimate room. You can arrange the rest for yourself."

Gu Shengan couldn't help but ask: "Can we have a room for two?"

The boss smiled: "You have reserved one room for one person. If you are not satisfied, I can change you to another room."

The players hurriedly refused. Although the situation is one person at a time, they are connected together anyway. If something goes wrong, they can still find someone to help. If the boss had replaced them with rooms in different locations, then something would go wrong every night.

Several other people were still hesitating, and Xiao Lan had already lifted his legs to the end of the room.

The little freckled Zhao Fan couldn't help but say: "Hey... that's the last one, are you afraid?"

Xiao Lan smiled: "Will I be afraid of ghosts when I am so poor?"

After talking, I went directly into the room and left three players inexplicably staying in place. Is there such a function? Afterwards, despite the uneasiness, the remaining three chose a room to stay.

The rooms are in order from the inside out: Xiao Lan, Gu Shengan, Zhao Fan, Liu Yiyi, Tong Qing.

Xiao Lan doesn't dislike the last one. Will the ghosts coming to the world care which one you live in? I'm afraid the sleeping hall can't escape when it's time. In the end, there was a window anyway. If the door was blocked, you could jump through the window and run away. It was a very practical choice.

The room is also made of wood, with carpets on the ground and floral curtains hanging on the windows, which looks very warm. From the appearance, this room is very suitable for vacation as this hot spring hotel.

Xiao Lan put Luo down and checked the clues in the house.

Luo Mai walked to Xiao Lan in an elegant catwalk: "Sir, please entrust me with the exploration activities."

Xiao Lan looked at his hand and itchy again, couldn't help but swiped it and said, "Will the exploration consume your power too much?"

Luo flicked his tail: "If you are just looking for common items in a small area, there is no problem."

Xiao Lan withdrew his hand reluctantly, Luo raised his front paw and patted on the ground, the dark shadow diffused from under his paw, spread out in the room, and carefully swept through every corner and gap.

Luo ran a few steps forward, jumped up and squatted on top of the closet, he patted the cabinet: "Here, sir."

Xiao Lan went up to open the cabinet door, searched for a moment, and finally found a wrapped rectangular object in the gap of the top bar of the cabinet.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a locked diary. The ancient style, even the cover, turned yellow. As for how locked Xiao Lan knows that this is a diary, because the diary is printed with "Girl's Secret Things", is it not the wrong set of questions?

This simple lock is as if it does not exist in front of Xiao Lan, and Xiao Lan has already opened it without requiring three seconds.

It records the secret love mood of a girl named Gu Mo.

She shouldn't be a diary writer. She usually has some new content in five or six days, and she doesn't write much every time. In front of them are trivial things like "He looks very handsome playing basketball today," "I met him again in the corridor today," and "He likes black pens."

Until later, Xiao Lan finally saw a familiar name: "Du Yuhui said in my face that I was sore, Cheng Lang even laughed, and they all laughed happily..."

The diary stopped here abruptly.

He probably knew what the girl had experienced. She had a crush on Cheng Lang and only dared to secretly watch him never confess. But one day, he accidentally bumped into a crush partner and laughed at his poor acid with others in the back, which was a devastating blow to the girl's heart.

Xiao Lan's childhood was actually a carefree life. A wealthy father and a gentle and beautiful mother. Although the father was always away from home, there was a mother who accompanied him and took good care of him. Until one day my father disappeared, life turned upside down.

Xiao Lan has also experienced ridicule because of poor acid, and even because it is in the family, so he received more ridicule and maliciousness, and many former friends and elders turned their faces so fast that they were frightening.

He had also suffered a lot, but later his mother was seriously ill. He had to take care of his mother while coping with debt collection. He also had to take care of his studies and part-time work. Over time, he didn't care about these painless taunts.

Luo found that Xiao Lan was not in a good mood, so he rubbed the back of his hand with his hairy square head: "Sir."

Xiao Lan regained his mind: "I'm fine. Let's find a way to get closer to Du Yuhui and Cheng Lang tomorrow. Ask them about Gu Mo's things, and Du Yuhui also has something that I care about."

He described to Luo Yuhui's eyes and his doubts when he looked at him.

After nightfall.

In the darkness, Xiao Lan lay in the soft and dry bed and chatted with Luo, who was lying on the pillow. With the low, soft voice of Luo, he was already drowsy.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door.

Someone was dragging on the floor wearing slippers, and walking very slowly, making the kind of long rustling sound. The sound of footsteps lingered in the doorway of Xiao Lan's room. It seemed that someone was pacing in front of his door, once on the left and once on the right.

But Xiao Lan lives in the end of the room, where is the left?

The door of the hotel is of good quality. The door is completely opaque, and Xiao Lan can't judge what his door is, or maybe nothing.

"Dong Dang Dang" knocks on the door, the sound is very regular, as if the time interval is the same.

A woman's voice came through the door panel: "Xiao Lan, are you there?"

The voice is soft, the tone is soft and gentle, especially arouse the protection desire of men.

Xiao Lan did not answer.

The woman's voice trembles, with a pity that makes people feel pitiful: "I'm so cold, are you here to accompany me?"

Xiao Lan: "I'm sorry, I can't stay up at night. It's not cold when you go back to bed early after using the toilet."

Woman outside: "..."

Damn, you deserve to be single all your life.