I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The red cue light at the gate turns off after three flashes.

Everything has returned to silence, leaving only a long, persistent **** smell in the air that still declares that the brutal killing just now was not an illusion.

After the person who did not know whether it was the player or the npc demonstrated with his own life that he could not escape the ticket, Xiao Lan would naturally not be so tempted to try his protagonist aura.

Xiao Lan walked forward carefully, stepping on the blood and minced meat of a place, and approached the gate where he was quietly staying.

After approaching, Xiao Lan vaguely heard the sound of rain coming from far away. It seemed that it was raining outside the subway station at the moment. The sound of the rain was like a temptation, telling the player and the hope of life. Little gate gate.

The light of the flashlight was directed at the gate covered with blood.

Just now that person has been talking about "tickets" in the mouth, plus the standard card swipe out station mode, it seems that this game must find a ticket to leave.

Xiao Lan thought: "I don't know what the ticket is like."

There are many types of subway tickets, such as ancient paper, coin-shaped and the most common ic cards, and even the electronic version of the mobile phone, and if it is the game world, it looks no wonder what it looks like.

After carefully observing the gate, Xiao Lan frowned.

Should the subway in the 1990s still be the era of manual ticket sales? However, the row of gates in front of me is an automatic ticket-checking machine made of all-metallic materials. The pure white color is a little abrupt in this environment.

He looked around the gate of the gate again and found no area similar to the conductor station.

"Did this game introduce high-tech products in order to save manpower?" Xiao Lan wondered, "Are they so short of people?"

Luo's voice came quietly: "Maybe they especially want someone to join them."

Xiao Lan: "..."

You made a good point.

He was suddenly a little alert because he thought of Zhang Dong and Gu Mo. This lack of copies will be a lot more death traps, just to allow players to join their warm family.

Thinking of seeing the crowd of players behind Gu Mo, Xiao Lan felt a bit chilly behind him.

The light of the flashlight moved to the side, and Xiao Lan began to look at the nearby area.

The neighborhood still looked like a run-down mess, and only the trash bins that were jammed full of drew his attention.

Xiao Lan approached: "This is..."

Those were two side-by-side trash cans, all of which were burnt black, and I couldn't see what they were like. He found half a steel pipe nearby and fiddled with it, and found that the lower level of the trash bin was still exactly the same.

After checking, Luo said: "It's some debris, most of it has been carbonized, and there are some burnt plastic materials."

Perhaps this is the source of the pasty smell I smelled before, and I don't know when it burned.

But there were no traces left after burning around.

However, this bunch of things obviously had nothing to do with the ticket. The two diverted their directions and headed for another place.

A subway route map appeared in front of it, occupying a large area of ​​the wall, but I don’t know why, all the other parts were blacked out, leaving only this lonely subway station 13, which looks like a vast ocean The isolated island in general.

In addition, no further clues were found at the exit.

The two left the exit and returned to the platform area below.

This time, I didn't encounter the footsteps on the stairs. I don't know if it had left, or if I saw these two people, I chose to shut down.

The platform remained silent, and the mild musty smell in the air was still the same as before. The two were advancing, and there seemed to be only one footstep left between the other.

A crooked poster appeared on the pillar in front.

The poster is also very old, and it has faded a bit. It can be seen that there is a woman with black hair and red lips. She is wearing makeup that is popular in the 1980s and 1990s. She is facing the camera with a charming smile. Temperamental beauty.

It looks like the kind of beauty pictorial that was once popular.

The edge of the poster has been raised, and it is swinging slightly with the wind, seeming to seduce people to snoop.

Xiao Lan reached out and gently lifted a bit, but he touched the black and gray in one hand.

He twisted his lower fingertips, because the humidity of the air caused the black and gray to be somewhat wet. The color of the gray was too dark, not like dust, but more like the black smoke after being burned and left after being smoked.

Luo reached out and lifted the poster on the pillar. The pillar behind the poster looked very complete. Although it was not clean and tidy but there was no trace of burning, black and gray seemed to appear only behind the poster.

Xiao Lan's brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was another trace of seemingly burnt, plus the pile he had seen in the trash can upstairs, this was already the second place. But the entire station showed no similar signs, and the two sides appeared to be very contradictory.

At that moment, the woman suddenly blinked at the poster placed on the ground.

Her movements were fleeting, but they did not escape their sight.

In the eyes of the two, the woman's red lips lightly seemed to want to say something.

Suddenly, an unknown fire rose from the edge of the poster, the expression on the woman's face changed into fright, and the words that were about to go out of mouth turned into a screaming mouth.

The fire spread at an incredible speed, swallowing up the entire poster in an instant, and there was not even time for the two to put out the fire.

In less than a second, there was only a fragile ash left on the ground, which was also mixed with a few traces of Mars that had not been extinguished. The ash was quickly blown away by the wind in the subway station.

Xiao Lan stared at the ashes blown into the distance, and had a bad hunch in his heart: "Is this... killing the mouth?"

What did the woman just want to say? Is it related to the different traces of fire around her poster?

Unfortunately, she can no longer speak out.

The sudden change made Xiao Lan's mood sink a bit.

There is no such kind of monster in this station. Its threats are invisible and intangible, but it is even more dangerous. Even if the player's force value is strong, it is easy to get caught in these dangers.

Besides being vigilant and careful, they can do nothing.

The two continued to follow the direction of the track.

A black mark appeared on a piece of railroad track in front of it, like a long-term stain, which has already merged with the track. There are some things that look like thin white lines, but they are far away and look Not clear.

There are several long seats on the right side of this area, which should be used for passengers to rest in the gap between the waiting cars.

On one of the chairs was a stack of neatly packed newspapers, which seemed to have been stored here deliberately, which was clearly different from the trash that had been dropped.

There is also a white coin-shaped object pressed on it, and there is only a embossed "13" on the surface, and there is nothing else. This reminds Xiao Lan of the ticket. Although the area of ​​use is not large, the coin-type ticket is not counted. Rare.

Xiao Lan stepped forward and picked up the newspaper. When he started, he found that the paper of this newspaper was thick and delicate, the writing was clear, and it looked extraordinarily exquisite. Although after a lot of time, the paper turned yellow and brittle, but still Fairly tough.

Turning over the newspaper, the most striking position on it reads:

"According to news from the agency, at 23:44 on xxx, 199x, there was a collision of subway trains in the city, and two trains of subway line 1 had a serious collision at subway station 13...

… 103 people died on the spot and 39 people were injured to varying degrees.

After the accident, the police, fire brigade and medical staff have rushed to the scene to rescue, the injured have been sent to the nearby hospital for treatment, and the subway line in the area near the accident has been temporarily suspended.

At present, the police are working with the traffic management department to further investigate the cause of the accident. "

The news also included pictures of the train that had been hit by an unrecognizable face. Although the photos were black and white, the blood stains on the screen and the faintly visible human limbs can still be seen. The severity of the accident can be seen.

From the wreckage, the train looks faintly recognizable, that is-the one Xiao Lan used to ride before!

So, they used to be a veritable undead train?

"Hello, young man." A gentle and polite voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Xiao Lan turned his head to look, and he saw an old man in an old and generous suit sitting next to him, with a cane in his hands, his head lowered, his head covered with a hat to cover his face, no wrinkles on his suit, and no tie He played well and behaved like a gentleman.

But when Xiao Lan walked here just now, all the seats were clearly empty. Where did this old man come from?

His movements looked stiff, and there was no breathing when he spoke. His outstretched hands also looked a bit grayish, not like the skin color of a living person.

This is probably one of the ghosts on the platform.

The old man still did not look up, but continued to say: "Hurry away from here, the danger is coming."

Xiao Lan was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

The old man's tone became serious: "Quick leave, leave here. Take my ticket, you can leave here!"

Xiao Lan and Luo looked at each other, and they both saw a little puzzled in each other's eyes. What was he referring to?

Just then, a system prompt appeared:

[Trigger Hidden Task: Last Wish]

[Task Description: Take away the old man’s ticket and fulfill his final wish for him]

[Mission Reward: Unknown]

[Hint: The task is not mandatory, you can give up at any time, no penalty]

Xiao Lan frowned slightly.

The old man is sincere in his words and has been trying to persuade them to leave, looking like a good old man who is helpful.

But he didn't say what the danger was, and after Xiao Lan saw the train accident in the newspaper, he immediately persuaded him to leave the station, and even the tickets for the station were already prepared.

This is not necessarily a coincidence, as if it was specially prepared.

Moreover, just now he said, "Bring my ticket, you will be able to leave here", but the description of the task only contains "Pick up the ticket of the old man and fulfill his final wish for him", and does not mention anything related to the outbound thing.

Although it is easy to think of his wish to be out of the station, he did not say it himself.

Hidden under the appearance of concern, it seems to have another purpose.

Xiao Lan took a cautious step back and did not choose to accept the task. At the same time, he put the ticket and newspaper in his hand back to the original position.

"Don't you want to leave?" The old man's tone chilled a little.

"We also want to take a walk again, so as not to disturb your old man." Xiao Lan said as he walked away from him with Luo.

As he was about to leave this area, Xiao Lan suddenly felt a glorious sight. He looked in the direction he felt, and he met the old man's eyes. He raised his head slightly, and there was a kind of malicious coldness in his eyes, which seemed to be annoying the departure of his prey.

The two accelerated their pace and walked out of his sight directly.

After the two left, the old man's figure disappeared, and the tickets and newspapers returned to their original positions, waiting for the coming prey like a trap for hunting.

Soon after, a male player came here.

He had some blood stains on his body, apparently being attacked before.

He sat a little bit **** his seat and gasped heavily. He didn’t expect the danger of this game to be overcast. Several times it was very dangerous to get out. If he comes a few times, he may be cold. .

"Damn, where the **** is the ticket!"

He kicked the chair next to him anxiously, just kicking off the newspaper that had been on the chair, and the coin-like ticket that had stayed in the newspaper grumbled to him in front of him.

"What stuff?" The male player looked at this strange thing, and apparently did not recognize it as a ticket.

He casually put the ticket aside, picked up the newspaper on the ground and began to read, said with a lingering fear: "His...death train, fortunately I am down."

At this time, the old man appeared again, worried and anxiously reminding him that the danger was coming, a warm and gentle look.

As the old man's voice fell, a train sound came from afar, sounding like a song of death, which surprised the male player who had just read the newspaper.

The old man took the opportunity to point to the white coin beside him: "Young man, take my ticket and leave the station,"

The task also appeared at the same time.

The male player was delighted and took the task decisively.

Great! His current state is very bad, and the train of undead facing all over a hundred ghosts must be more and more fierce. Unexpectedly, he actually encountered a hidden task, and now he can go out in advance. After going out, he must turn on the lights and sleep well. This copy is too **** tiring.

He picked up the ticket and turned away—

But at the next moment, he found that his body was out of control.

Like a string puppet, he was turned around by the invisible force, and stepped stiffly toward the track.

"Stop...Stop..." He struggled desperately to regain control of his body, but unfortunately every muscle seemed to belong to him completely, leaving his resistance to no effect.

He could only watch him walk on the tracks and lie down.

In front of you is an old, ruined ceiling, and behind it is a cold, hard rail. The smell of the metal on the rails was heard in the nasal cavity, and there were black stains around them. I don't know how many years have passed. At this time, the ground has been deeply infested.

There was some silver thread in the middle of the black stain, which seemed a bit familiar, he looked closely-isn't this hair! Just like the old guy's hair.

"Damn...old fellow...you're mad at me!"

His heart was so cold that he didn't expect him to be fooled by this old guy in a hurry! ! It's too coincidental to think about this old guy, and the words are ambiguous, but the other party's timing is too good, just in time to set the trap when he is tired and anxious.

In the angry eyes of the male player, the old man stood up and showed his cold eyes. He looked at the male player lying on the railroad track, and stiffly pulled the corner of his mouth to show him a satisfied smile.

Then he took off his hat and threw it toward the male player as the subway roared closer and closer.

"Hidden task [Last Wish] has been completed, get a reward [Hat]"

It turned out... his wish was... to replace the dead ghost...

This is the last thought of male players.

The train roared past, bringing his world into darkness.