I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Xiao Lan beckoned to Luo and motioned for him to take the dagger in the hidden drawer.

Luo reached out his hand to take the dagger and took a look at the prop properties above: "Sir, I don't need a weapon."

Xiao Lan looked at him suspiciously. When Luo finished speaking, he extended his free hand. Under Xiao Lan's gaze, the slender palm with black gloves gradually deformed, and the sharp nails protruded from the fingertips into a dark claw.

It seems much sharper than the dagger.

This reminded Xiao Lan that Luo was not a human being. It seemed that Luo had used claws to fight other parts of himself.

Luo looked at the dagger in his hand: "It's an interesting prop."

Xiao Lan has not replied from the blow: "What is the meaning of his existence?"

Luo smiled a meaningful smile: "Probably hurt those ordinary people who have worked hard for a year and looked at the balance at the end of the year, but found that they can't even afford a toy."

Ordinary person Xiao Lan who can't even afford toys: "..."

Suddenly feel how the knee hurt.

Xiao Lan looked at this golden, candid, high-end toy worth 300,000 yuan. I really don't understand the rich world.

But he thought of a person who is very suitable for this prop-Wang Teddy.

Wang Teddy, who needs to earn 100 million yuan, should not miss this 300,000.

Although it is only a small amount for his 100 million, but how can I say it is 300,000. And as a kryptonian player, he also has a lot of props. From the previous contact, the characters of the Wang family brothers are passable, and they should not do such things as deliberately pitting people.

After handing over the blade of Demeter to Luo for safekeeping, Xiao Lan prepared to leave the copy to find a time to deal with Wang Teddy. After all, his storage backpack now had only two pitiful bars.

After leaving the library, Xiao Lan and Luo continued to pretend to wander around the manor looking for clues.

When the two pretend to enjoy the flowers in the garden, the dialogue between the maid and the gardener is gently passed through the layers of flowers and trees.

"Is the white rose that Madam wants today ready?"

"It's all here. Do you know why Mrs. White Rose is called?"

"I don't know. On this day of the month, the lady asked us to prepare a large amount of white roses to be sent to her room, and then she would go out and not return until the next night."

"I don't know what my wife is doing?"

"Oh, don't ask me anything about your wife. Be careful of being punished by the housekeeper!"

Then came the footsteps of a group of maids hurried away.

Xiao Lan and Luo looked at each other and it seemed that the best time to enter the fifth floor was soon. Except for today, the fifth floor will not be so lax for the next month.

They secretly followed the maids and watched them send a bunch of white roses to a room on the fifth floor.

Xiao Lan looked at the door of the room where a lot of white roses were sent. This door not only looked very delicate but also extremely heavy, and if closed, no sound could be heard in the room.

Now the door was open, and the footsteps of the maids were very light.

The two took the opportunity to flash into the room. The room was as luxurious as before. The room was huge, and it was divided into two rooms inside and outside, where a large number of decorations were placed, which was convenient for them to hide.

Looking for a good opportunity, Xiao Lan hid in the blind spot formed by the large decorative vases and curtains in the corner.

Not long after, the maid door left and the room was quiet again.

But Xiao Lan didn't let her mind down. Although the servants left, after all, it was Mrs. Bella who was now in the room. If you rushed in, it would be tantamount to giving the boss a thousand miles.

After waiting for a while, Mrs. Bella's heavy footsteps sounded in the room. The faint sound of the turning of the machine disappeared gradually, and there seemed to be a room hidden inside.

Soon afterwards, the sound of the organ turning again rang again, and this time Mrs. Bella’s figure came out of the middle, seeming to be holding something in her hand, and left with a humming song.

It wasn't until after confirming the figure of Mrs. Bella in the carriage on the window that Xiao Lan came out of the hiding place.

The two went towards the middle together.

On the way, Luo also left a black mark at the door that no one else could find. If someone entered the room, he would know the first time.

Inside is a spacious bedroom, perhaps to match Mrs. Bella's size, and the furniture is much larger than usual. The interiors are luxuriously furnished, and every detail is filled with exquisite carvings, and even statues of mermaids are carved on the bedposts.

One of the walls attracted Xiao Lan's attention.

There are various decorations in Mrs. Bella’s bedroom, except for the location of this wall, nothing is placed on the ground, all the decorations are fixed on the wall.

With the light, Xiao Lan turned his head slightly closer to the ground. Sure enough, he saw insignificant semi-circular scratches on the ground, as if the wall had been rotated many times.

So, where will the switch be?

In movies and TV shows, the switch is usually designed as a vase or a candlestick, but would this be too conspicuous? Xiao Lan gently picked up the vase next to it. Sure enough, there was no change. It was just an ordinary vase.

Xiao Lan thought about Mrs. Bella. This is her private room. No one will break into it. It should belong to a place where she is very relieved.

If you want to hide things in your room, the average person will choose a place they are familiar with, such as under the bed, under the pillow, or relatively concealed, such as a wardrobe, closet...

Xiao Lan looked at some places where there might be an organ. In the end, his eyes fell on a decorative flower at the head of the bed. This decorative shape was very symmetrical, but the color of the flower on the right was slightly dim, like Same as being rubbed repeatedly.

Two steps forward, Xiao Lan reached out and pressed the flower-like decoration.

Immediately, a slight sound of the organ sounded, and the wall next to it opened.

The first thing that caught my eyes was a dark corridor. After passing through the corridor, the two entered the hidden room. There were no windows in the room. The room was unusually dark and the outside light could not shine in.

With a soft brush, Luo lit a match, and by the light of the match, he lit the candlestick placed at the door.

Xiao Lan was slightly startled: "When did you hide the match?"

Luo still kept smiling: "In order to help you, I made a little preparation."

Xiao Lan wanted to sigh Luo, the little assistant, who was too competent, but Yu Guang swept across the room, and everything in it suddenly became clear under the candlelight, leaving him unintentional to say anything else.

This room is like a cloakroom, full of hangers, but the clothes hang on the hangers are not clothes. They are carefully stripped one by one, and even treated specially-human skin.

The skin of these people is very soft, and even exudes the unique luster of the skin.

Countless human skins hang in the room like clothes, and they wear different clothes, just like dolls that dress up games. In the center of the house, there is a butterfly wings, gorgeous jewelry, and beautifully shaped human skin, as if it is a unique decoration.

This human-like and non-human thing, with a strong sense of death, is most likely to cause fear.

There is also a large oil painting on the wall directly in front of them, which depicts a group of smiling maids. These maids are all very good-looking, at least all of them are beautiful, and there are still a few beautiful women. The painter's skill is very good, and every fold of their clothes is very vivid.

Xiao Lan walked a few steps closer and stepped forward to observe carefully. Luo held a candlestick to illuminate him.

Soon he found something wrong, the smiles on their faces were very stiff and false, all of the same arc, and the smile did not touch the eye muscles, it seemed very strange.

The maids' eyes were staring straight ahead, as if silently staring at Xiao Lan.

"Sir." Luo stretched his hand to the lower right corner of the painting. "This one seems to be the female player who entered the game with us."

Xiao Lan looked at it and it was indeed the only female player in the game. Now she is looking at Xiao Lan with a mysterious smile like a maid, wearing a uniform.

The color of the whole picture looks very uniform, and there is no new paint in this corner, as if she should have been there, with a sense of uncanny weirdness.

It seems that she didn't find a way out in the game.

Close to the wall, Xiao Lan discovered that there was a black splatter mark on the wall of this room, which was easily reminiscent of a long-term blood stain. It was like a massacre in which blood flowed into a river.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Xiao Lan reconsidered these skins.

This time he made a more detailed discovery. Many people have stitches on their skins. They use the same thread as the skin color. The stitches are very fine. The damage is finely repaired. At first glance, the scars can hardly be seen. .

Suddenly he found a ball-shaped thing under a pile of human skin in the corner.

Xiao Lan stretched out his hand and unfolded it. This is a sketch portrait of a maid. The maid in the painting is beautiful in appearance and common in painting skills, but the expression on the face of the maid is very natural, which is very different from the stiff smile on the beautiful oil painting.

The portrait was also wrapped with several bloodstained cloth strips, like torn from the clothes, with messy writing on it:

[Madam is crazy! She wants to kill us! She said to use us as a sacrifice! 】

[She signed a contract with an unknown entity and gained a weird power, we cannot leave here]

[Don’t eat the food made by the lady, the food she cooks in person has the magic that makes the man irresistible]

【Help! Help! 】

Maybe the maids tried to ask for help, but they failed.

Then he was confined in the room and went through a brutal slaughter. The blood stained the walls and turned into skins in the room.

From these messages, it seems that Mrs. Bella sacrificed her maid and an unknown contract of existence, and then gained the power to indulge the man, and may have cured her disease.

Perhaps there were many men who were crazy about her, but since the players entered the game, except for the maid who has doubts about gender, he has not seen any male host or male guest in this manor. Where have they gone?

Why should Mrs. Bella send invitations to players to come to the manor? What is her purpose?

Coupled with the careless attitude of the housekeeper, it seems that they never thought they might become their own masters, so she would be so proud and cold.

Does she know that these people have no chance at all.

Suddenly, a rustling noise of clothing interrupted Xiao Lan's thinking. He looked at Luo and found that the other party was motionless while holding the candlestick.

Next to it, the human skin that had been hung like clothes, now began to twist, and the sound of clothes rubbing from them.

In the direction of Xiao Lan, they slowly raised their shrivelled hands without bone support.

He looked to the other side, and found that the maids in the oil painting that looked directly in front of him now all looked at the corner where he was, and the iris had completely turned to the corner of the eye, exposing a large white eye, with the original smile, making people Creepy.

Xiao Lan and Luo were stared at by them.