I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After Xiao Lan and Luo merged, the two decided to continue to consider the environment as a priority issue. After all, whether to find game clues or escape requires familiarity with the terrain, these are based on the exploration of the environment.

Standing in front of the elevator, Xiao Lan pressed downstairs.

I thought that there were two bodies stacked on the top of this elevator. I was still a little uncomfortable, but the only way to get on and off here was this elevator.

After several walks before, Xiao Lan did not find facilities like stairs or fire escapes here. This building is obviously very unqualified.

"Ding--"

When the elevator arrived, we looked in through the gate. The elevator was as old and dirty as before, and there was no one in it, but it made people feel as if something was watching.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Lan opened the gate and entered.

Reached and pressed floor 3.

The elevator creaked up, slowed down slowly, and then stopped with a creak.

Because the instructions in the elevator were broken, Xiao Lan could not judge whether it had reached the third floor. Reaching out the gate, the two of them still stepped out of the elevator.

The hallway outside is as quiet as ever, old and almost the same as the upper floor, still unoccupied.

Xiao Lan felt more and more wrong as she walked away.

Does the door here look a bit too much? Regardless of the wire on the door, the degree of mottle on the door surface, or the few houses with the New Year door gods on it, it seems to be exactly the same as the fourth floor.

Xiao Lan pointed to the New Year's picture and turned to give Luo an inquiring look.

Luo glanced at the New Year painting in front of Xiao Lan, which had faded so badly that the corners were missing, and nodded to Xiao Lan a few seconds later: "It is the same as what I saw before, even the shape of the edges of the missing corners Is consistent."

This floor is like a replica of the previous floor.

There was a guess in Xiao Lan's heart. He greeted Luo together and the two left toward the 404 position.

There really is a 404 here, even the house number is exactly the same.

Through the broken and cracked door, Xiao Lan saw the familiar couple in it, sticking together in a familiar greasy posture, and the cultist still holding a broken **** statue in the Shinto Shinto, did not see the pregnant woman, no Know if it didn't come out.

Xiao Lan couldn't hide the surprise on his face. He had just felt that the elevator was down, so it must not be the fourth floor. How could there be exactly the same room or even the same person?

As soon as his eyes turned, he saw what surprised him more—the mother and daughter who had died before!

At the moment, they look no different from living people. The little girl is writing her homework on the table in the living room. Her mother sits and watches. The two talk from time to time, and they look very harmonious.

What is going on at this level?

Are these people human beings or ghosts?

Xiao Lan frowned and looked at Luo, who was also pondering, and the two exchanged glances and quietly retreated from the door.

They didn't meet other people on the way. It was as if there were no players at all.

After that, they went down to the second floor and the first floor, and they all had the same appearance as the fourth floor. They had exactly the same room 404, and each of them still had the npc.

Moreover, even on the first floor, Xiao Lan did not see the structure of the gate at all, as if it were just a closed and infinitely circular copy of the fourth floor, and there was no way for players to leave.

This is an apartment with no escape.

On the elevator, the two returned to the fourth floor.

When the elevator went up, Xiao Lan heard the familiar noise, let alone miss it a little:

"You said! Who is the faceless old man on your phone?!"

"Oh, that's my dad..."

"Fart! Will your dad send you pictures of fitness in the gym!"

"Well, that's actually your dad."

"what?"

"Your dad seduce me first!"

"My fuck—"

"Ding--"

The sound of the elevator arriving sounded, interrupting the quarrel between the two who was about to evolve into a men’s and women’s Sanshou competition again.

The two turned their heads violently, but they saw Xiao Lan slowly pulling open the elevator gate, and the whole person stiffened.

Xiao Lan and Luo came out of the elevator one after the other and glanced sideways as they passed by. I saw the two of them leaning against the wall, holding their heads to cover their faces and standing honestly, as if they were swept away.

Looking at the quiet two chickens, Xiao Lan felt a little sorry in his heart. In fact, he still wanted to know what they had just quarreled afterwards. The content sounded very powerful.

It's a pity that it doesn't look noisy now.

At dinner, there were many people missing from the table.

Not only Meng Ze, who did not appear in the morning, but He Rui, who planned to find him to have a friendly exchange, even the pregnant woman who didn’t talk much did not come out to eat.

In addition to this, today's supper moment is extremely quiet.

after dinner.

After a day of activity in the hot temperature and sweating again, Xiao Lan was going to take a shower in the bathroom again.

Because of what happened to the ball before, Luo said he would follow along.

No way, Xiao Lan can only take him, and let him experience the primitive and inefficient way of self-cleaning by the way. After instructing Luo to use the shower, Xiao Lan went to the next room and started to pack up.

Not long afterwards, water mist also evaporated next door.

Xiao Lan, who looked at the hyperbole of water mist: "..."

This huge amount of steam... This guy, Luo, might have adjusted the boiling water out of curiosity, right?

Forget it, he is happy.

Anyway, that's not afraid of boiling water, Luo's existence is so solid, ironing is healthier, Xiao Lan began to take his bath with confidence.

This time there really was no small ball to harass. It seems that the children already understand that a good ghost can't die with a mallet, it is estimated that this guy is crossed out in the target list.

Back at the door of the room, Xiao Lan shuddered when she was about to open the door.

Because they have a pair of footprints covered with water stains at the door of their room.

It seemed like a drenched person stood at the door for a long time, but this footprint appeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of coming around.

Looking at the door carefully, there are also several wet handprints on it.

Is this...water ghost?

There was a faint smell of washing powder in the air. This suspected ghost seems to love cleanliness.

However, how many unscientific existences live in this building.

Go back to the room.

It was still early, and there was no power cut in the room. Xiao Lan turned on the fan, and said that he would cool down later.

There is an old TV on the corner debris pile, piled in a pile of debris, it seems to have been integrated with the debris. As a poor man in a new era, Xiao Lan is used to the days of not watching TV and having no intention of opening it.

At this time, a strange hissing sound appeared in the room.

It's like a current but it's a bit plausible, and one can't remember what this sound is.

After a moment, the TV on the pile of debris, which made people doubt whether it could still be turned on, slowly turned on.

Xiao Lan only remembered this. It was the old-fashioned sound that came out when the bulky TV was turned on. It had not been heard for many years.

The picture on the old screen of the TV kept twitching.

Sometimes there were snowflakes flashing, sometimes it was a show, and a twisted human face flashed from time to time, as if something seemed to be watching inside.

The current state is obviously not right, Xiao Lan is not interested to stand and wait for the face in the picture to become clear.

He crossed his long legs and rushed directly in front of the TV. He pulled the power plug at it and pulled it straight out.

However, this non-human seems to be particularly environmentally friendly, and also has his own power generation skills. Whether there is a power supply does not affect his performance at all.

"Zi-Zi -"

The old TV made a weird noise.

With the sound, the image on the TV is gradually clear, a face is distorted to occupy the screen, and this face is also familiar to Xiao Lan, this is-the face of the mother in the elevator.

Now this face is somber, with a clear gray color, her mouth is wide open, and there is a dark darkness that is not clear, coming towards the screen little by little.

"Come... slightly..."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Luo glanced at Xiao Lan, and his eyes seemed to say again: I asked you to bully other children, and now parents come to clean you up.

Xiao Lan tried to reason with her: "This sister, how good you have this ability to go to the power plant for the benefit of society, and can lead your daughter to the peak of life. Why do you still nest in this small broken room, scary, don’t feel too stubborn ?"

The female ghost on TV seems to have no interest in the pinnacle of life. She is now clearly full of enthusiasm and motivation for the event of beating Xiao Lan.

She was still advancing, her hair partly protruding from the screen, like a flexible snake swinging slowly in the direction of Xiao Lan.

Seeing that it was useless to convince people, Xiao Lan had to reluctantly change the way.

I saw that he pulled out of the storage space [this is a poisoned dagger], of course, not to attack the other party, after all, this thing only works for physical things.

Xiao Lan raised his hand and pryed open the lid of the old-fashioned TV in a simple and rude manner. The movement was like a cloud of water, and he didn't know how many TVs were dismantled.

Looking at the female ghost with a little bit of his head, Xiao Lan showed an inevitable smile: "Today let you know how powerful the waste recycling market is!"

Then, he skillfully found the picture tube of the old-fashioned TV, and then reached out—forcibly pulling out the electron gun in the back.

According to Xiao Lan's experience in dismantling old home appliances, this old CRT TV uses electrons emitted by an electron gun to display images. Although this female ghost doesn't rely on electricity, she must wait for the image to stabilize before appearing, obviously relying on the screen.

With a sneer, the already unstable picture of the old TV disappeared completely.

The haunted face of the female ghost disappeared unwillingly.

At the same time, the system prompts:

"Poverty value increased by 0.005 million, Xiao Lan didn't even let go of such a little poverty value, it was almost heartbroken."

Luo Qing, who was watching the whole process, couldn't help but applaud: "Great, sir."

Xiao Lan smiled modestly: "Life is forced, life is forced."

Inadvertently passing the door, attracted by Sao operation and watched the entire Wuting: "You have done this before...?"

Luo smiled: "What's wrong?"

Is everything wrong?

Wu Ting looked dazed: "Big... probably I have too little knowledge."