I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Everyone tacitly ignored the problem of keeping one cockroach on the other side and turned their attention back to the kitchen.

The flashlight in Wu Ting's hand turned to other directions.

The kitchen is still exactly the same as this 404, with a feeling of being in disrepair, and you can see crumbling walls and stains accumulated over the years.

Dirty pots and bowls are randomly piled up in the pool, and I don't know how long it has been left, the fermentation bubbles appear on the water. Food residues and debris are thrown everywhere, and mixing dust and hair becomes a paradise for unknown bugs.

Wu Ting frowned: "Huh..."

Duan Xueyin felt a little vomiting while touching his throat.

Li Haokuan... He seems to have been hurt too deeply by cockroaches and is currently in a state of numbness.

Although it has long been known that the kitchen is such a virtue, but as long as players think that what they eat is likely to be from this place, the stomach can't help but a little tumbling.

Only countless part-time workers, Xiao Lan, who is accustomed to the scenery of the back kitchen of the Black Heart Restaurant, said: Little meaning.

In order to speed up the exploration, Xiao Lan also took out the [Nuclear Flashlight] he had previously traded with Wang Teddy, and the two beams of light patrolled the kitchen together.

Suddenly, Xiao Lan noticed that the flashlight's light seemed to shine on something that looked familiar.

He turned the flashlight on again and looked closely. It was a small piece of fabric, and the refrigerator placed on the side was caught between the player and that thing, making it unclear.

Luo also stared at the small piece of fabric for a moment, and said to Xiao Lan: "That is the same fabric as the clothes on Meng Ze."

This sentence attracted players to look over there, because of the obstruction of the refrigerator, they could only walk into the kitchen.

Bypassing the refrigerator, the rest of the fabric finally appeared in front of the players.

That is indeed Meng Ze's clothes, and-just worn on a person!

Earlier.

Meng Ze hid in the room, but he heard the prompt of the game "End of Four Days", which means that as long as he survives today, it will be fine.

He hid in the quilt, no matter how hot the weather was, he just felt trembling all over.

The voices of the players outside gradually disappeared, as if they had all gone out. Meng Ze did not understand why they did not stay in the room and wait for the game to end. Instead, they had to go out and constantly explore the environment. Isn’t it more dangerous to go out?

I don't know how long I waited, Meng Ze felt like he was choking on the quilt.

He quietly put his head out of the quilt, breathing in a big mouth with water vapor not fresh air.

It may be that he didn't eat much this morning, and after so long, he suddenly felt so hungry. It would have been a day at most, and there would be no problem with being hungry. He had intended to be patient.

But I don't know why, a restlessness rose from my heart, I really want to eat, just eat a little bit.

No, no, it's dangerous outside.

There will be no problem eating a little bit.

No, I can be patient...

Anyway, I didn't go out in the room anymore. If I was hungry for a day, I would have no energy.

It's also right...it's better to go to the kitchen to get something to eat...

As if bewitched, Meng Ze was shaken.

He carefully lifted the quilt, then gently protruded his head from the room, and after confirming that there was no movement in the 404, he tipped his toes and quietly exited the door.

The kitchen is very clean, fresh vegetables are placed on the cooking table, and the kitchen utensils are also neatly and neatly arranged. It is a very daily scene that makes people feel relaxed.

Meng Ze walked into the kitchen, found the location of the refrigerator, and opened the door.

The ingredients in the refrigerator are very rich, but they are all raw. There is a brown paper bag in the middle with the name of a bakery printed on it.

Meng Ze was very happy. He reached out and took out the bread, and he could smell the aroma of baking through the bag. He couldn't wait to open the package and squatted in front of the refrigerator.

Really tasty! I don't know which bakery made it. How could there be such delicious food in the world?

Meng Ze gulped, forgot to return to the room completely.

Suddenly he felt something in his mouth, round, tangyuan, full of elasticity...

His gnawing motion suddenly stiffened, neither vomiting suddenly nor swallowing. This touch is too familiar, and it is exactly the same as the eye eaten at breakfast.

Still waiting for him to come up with a way, the eyes in his mouth started to roll wildly, as if he was carefully examining his mouth. Unable to bear it anymore, Meng Ze suddenly spit out the things in his mouth.

A closer look, and sure enough, it was another eye. This blood-stained eye looked straight at him.

"what--"

Meng Ze exclaimed in horror: "Come here, is there anyone! Help! He Rui!!! He Rui!!! Duan Xueyin!"

Unfortunately, there was no sound outside the kitchen.

"Hey, hey..."

Suddenly there was laughter in the kitchen, and that laughter sounded unkind, as if quenched.

Meng Ze looked around in horror, but there was nothing superfluous in the kitchen.

"Hey..."

The laughter sounded again, this time Meng Ze heard clearly, the source of the sound was what he was holding in his hand.

He stiffened his head and bowed his head, facing a face face to face. There was one eye missing from that face, and he was facing him with a twisted smile, with only one head, empty below.

Meng Ze is also familiar with this face. This is a meal with them every day-cultist!

The cultist’s head was in Meng Ze’s hand, staring at him with the eyes on the ground, his mouth closed: "Come on, you come together..."

Meng Ze suddenly felt a chill rise from behind: "No..."

The eyes of the players all fell on "Meng Ze" beside the refrigerator. He was facing away from the player, lying on the countertop beside the refrigerator with a twisted posture. What Xiao Lan saw before was a little clothes behind him.

Next to him was the head of man with his panic-stricken expression. He seemed to be standing and chopping off his head.

Duan Xueyin couldn't help but breathe: "Meng Ze..."

The flashlight over Wuting also struck Meng Ze, and the addition of the two rays of light suddenly made the corner clear.

Xiao Lan found something wrong at this time: "Meng Ze doesn't seem to be so short? The size is not right."

Indeed, at this time, the body wearing Meng Ze's clothes was very thin, and it appeared that the clothes were somewhat empty and a little long. This was obviously not Meng Ze's body.

Wu Ting moved the light of the flashlight slightly to the hand of the corpse: "I have seen this tattoo on the hands of the nagging guy. Do you have any impression?"

Xiao Lan also turned his head to look. He was not familiar with these decorative things, but he did remember that there was something like a tattoo on the back of the cult's bare hands.

Li Haokuan: "I also remember one, but I can't remember exactly what it looks like."

Only Luo spoke very firmly: "It is the cultist's hand, the tattoo is the same as that seen before, and the two nails that were broken last night are the same."

Wu Ting wondered: "What nails?"

Xiao Lan looked shocked: "Just... taught him to be a man."

Then he probably accidentally broke his nails in two when beating people. Who told him to keep his nails so long without talking about hygiene?

Wu Ting: "..."

Social society, can not afford.

Xiao Lan: "That is to say, is this Meng Ze's head and that cultist's body?"

Duan Xueyin: "Did it be done by a cultist? Why should I change it like this?"

Xiao Lan spread his hands: "Perhaps he thinks he is too short, want to change a higher body."

Wu Ting looked disgusted: "He looks so frustrated. What's the use of just changing his body? It's better to replace him directly."

Duan Xueyin & Li Haokuan: "..."

Hey, is it really okay for you two to pull hatred in front of others...

They tried to find another teammate to stop the two of them, but found that Fello also had the expression "Mr. said it makes sense, this must be the case".

Why are all the teammates who are matched up so saucy, life is really hard.

The players left the kitchen. As for Meng Ze's head, it was impossible to take it away. Xiao Lan could only find a clean towel to cover his head.

This is how it is to die in the game. It would be nice to have a teammate to help you cover up the body.

After coming out of the kitchen, Xiao Lan checked Meng Ze's room.

As expected, all traces of Meng Ze's life disappeared. Although there are not many players’ items, some towels, toothbrushes and the like need to be hung out, but now Meng Ze’s room is the same as when they first selected the room.

For the rest of the time, players gathered in the living room and found a place to sit down.

It's very close to the night now. There is still a suffocating rain curtain outside the window. The heavy rain and the sky will be late. The sky outside the window has only a very weak brightness. Everything has a sense of the last tranquility before the crisis.

Players waited and counted their heartbeats in the rain.

Finally, the last ray of light on the horizon also disappeared.

As if announcing the start of the grand event, a sudden knock on the door came from the door as the entire 404 fell into darkness.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang--"

It is more appropriate to say that it is knocking on the door than to smash it.

coming. The players said secretly in their hearts.

Wu Ting first stood up and walked towards the position of the door. The sound of smashing the door outside the door did not stop at all as he advanced.

There is no door mirror on the door of 404. You must open the door to see what is happening outside.

He opened the door directly, and the sound of breaking the door stopped instantly.

But the door was empty, and there was only a dark and whirling rain, and nothing could be seen. This is also expected by the player. If someone really looks at a normal person coming with a gift, it seems strange.

Wuting closed the door and returned to the original position to wait.

Five minutes later, the door smashed again, and this time Li Haokuan opened the door, which remained the same outside.

Repeated this several times, the players went out alternately to open the door, and nothing really appeared.

The next five minutes arrived again, this time the door smashing did not sound again.

While everyone was looking at the gate, Duan Xueyin facing the window suddenly pointed to the position of the window: "Look, window!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw a black handprint appearing on the window, like someone left behind the window, but the players remembered clearly that this is 404, the fourth floor.

Who can touch the window here?

In the next moment, the second handprint appeared, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth... The handprints appeared continuously on the window, and the position appeared higher and higher. The dense handprints almost occupied the entire window. The area, and stacking, almost merge with the dark sky.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang!"

The same smashing sound sounded again, this time in the direction of the window. The old windows clashed loudly under this continuous offensive, making people suspect that it might break up in a few more times.

Xiao Lan looked at the crumbling window: "This posture wants us to go out?"

Duan Xueyin was a little uncertain: "Are we going out?"

Xiao Lan stood up: "Since they are so enthusiastic, let's go. Anyway, Gou is also unbearable. It is impossible for us to sit here and pass the customs if we come to the world."

Wu Ting fiddled with his long curly hair, his red lips smiled: "If it's true, it would be better to change the name to Xianyu Shijie."

In the sound of banging the window, the players opened the door and walked out of 404.

The outside is the same corridor as before, except that there is no light. The shadow of the mottled wall is stretched by the flashlight, and it looks ghostly.

Along the corridor to the position of the elevator, the elevator even flashed a faint red light.

Xiao Lan tried to press the downstairs button, and did not hear any sound of the elevator going up. The old gate that originally required the rider to open it was automatically opened this time.

After opening, it was completely dark.

Xiao Lan: "It seems that there is a posture of who is going to die."

Xiaoqing in the Wuting bracelet also drilled out at this moment, seeming to feel the danger, and stopped his master backwards.

Luo gently tossed a coin into the dark that didn't know where it came. The silver silver coin flickered down with a flash of light, and then there was no more.

There was no sound of falling to the ground, and no light was reflected after entering the darkness, like it was-swallowed.

"Shusha..."

Just as players were paying attention to the elevator, there was a sudden sound in the hallway behind them.

Then, there was a series of people-like activities in these closed rooms with empty doors.

As if it were originally full of people, now they are all ready to come out to the party.