I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After leaving the area where he met the elderly, Xiao Lan and Luo continued to move forward.

On the way, they also saw some similar exits, but they were all closed, and the whole station seemed to have only the exit upstairs.

A ticket booth building appeared in front. The exterior was as old as the station. From afar, there was a figure in the back.

Since you are looking for a ticket, the ticket booth is of course the easiest to think of, but looking at this posture, it seems that it is not easy to get the ticket inside.

Xiao Lan approached carefully.

Behind the window was a woman in uniform, her hair was meticulous, and a hat matching the uniform was on her head. When someone approached, she raised her head and nodded to the two with a standard professional smile.

It looks like a standard service practitioner.

If it weren't for her, only half of it would be fine.

The woman disappeared from the waist, the fracture was not flat, it was cut by something rough, and she could see blood stains that had turned into dark red. She just "sit" on the chair like this, the chair below has been dyed dark red. After Xiao Lan approached the window, she could smell some smelly **** smell coming out of it.

"Hello, do you need help?" the woman inquired with a standard smile. Her face was painted with delicate makeup, which covered up the skin color that might have begun to rot and gray.

"Excuse me, is there a ticket?" Xiao Lan asked.

"Yes." The woman reached into the fracture of her waist and pulled out two white coin-shaped tickets almost blood-stained from inside. She raised her hand and took the ticket to the window .

"I can give the ticket to you, I just need to exchange it with a little bit of things."

Xiao Lan looked at the two tickets that exuded bad taste, the brutal way of getting tickets, and the other's hand with plaques. I feel that this ticket may be a problem.

He took two steps back: "Thank you, but no more."

The woman’s voice faintly came: "You... don't you want to leave?"

Xiao Lan didn't answer. He looked inside the ticket booth and found that there were no other tickets. He didn't give her a single look, and left without looking back.

The back is almost cold and ruthless, like a scumbag who said he had no nostalgia when he broke up.

Ignored woman: "..."

"Bang--"

There was an angry sound of slapping the glass behind her, showing that she was being ignored at the moment. If she could get out of the ticket booth, she must beat the two guys.

As the two proceeded, they noticed whether there were any tickets around.

In the distance, the train entered the station again, the roar of the wheels came, and the ground was shaken slightly.

At this time the station sounded a broadcast: "Please... Zizi... Everyone... Passengers... Don't... Zizi... Get on the train at will..."

The sound sounded very stuttering, and even a little distorted, like the sound of old and worn records. At the station, the platform radio actually prevents passengers from getting on the bus, which sounds weird.

With the advent of broadcasting, the light that was not very bright in the subway station began to flash. The flashing frequency of the light became faster and faster, and finally it was extinguished.

The entire No. 13 subway station fell into darkness, except that the cold wind from somewhere was still blowing, as if it was an invisible and cold hand.

Xiao Lan turned on the flashlight, and after the flashlight was left, the visual field of darkness narrowed, and the unknown fear brought a sudden increase in the gloominess of the entire station.

"Don't get in the car..." In the darkness, Xiao Lan thought about the broadcast he had heard before. "The ghost on the platform seems to prevent players from getting in the car, but what is the purpose of this?"

Although he already knew about the train accident, he did not believe that there would be such an enthusiastic ghost in the world, and he would specifically help the player.

"The contradiction is usually caused by the different positions of the two parties and the conflict of interests. Perhaps there is a conflict between the station and the train that we don't know." Luo's voice came from the darkness, or he continued his elegant tone. , As if he was sitting on the sofa at home.

Xiao Lan also felt that Luo said very reasonable.

While looking around, he said: "Perhaps we need to find a chance to return to the train to know the source of this conflict."

"Good." Luo Xiao almost never opposed Xiao Lan's decision.

The two continued to look for clues to the tickets at the station, and by the way, see if they could find more information about the train.

Xiao Lan's flashlight suddenly placed a few bowls on the side of the road, filled with rice, and now it has been blackened and deteriorated, but each dinner is vertically inserted with a pair of chopsticks.

They were placed on the side of the road like this, looking like a pile of incense burners.

This is the method used when worshiping the dead. It is like saying hello to the ghosts. There was a dense circle of footprints on the ground around the bowl, but it only whirled around in a circle, with no trace of coming or leaving.

Xiao Lan's flashlight shone nearby.

Not far away, a figure turned away, he stood quietly on the side, looking stiff and numb, and he didn't react at all to the flashlight that swept over him.

However, he stood at the key position of the passage again. If he wanted to move forward, he had to pass by him.

The two carefully walked around him, he was still motionless, and his gray skin made him look like a stone statue.

Closer to Xiao Lan, he realized that the man's mouth was constantly opening and closing.

Xiao Lan listened carefully. It turned out that what he said was: “No feet washing in spring, mosquito bites everywhere. It’s terrible to get Hong Kong feet. Sir, let’s know about Hong Kong foot special medicines. Now buy one get one free at the event promotion... "

Xiao Lan: "..."

Luo: "..."

It is estimated that this guy was a salesman during his lifetime. I don't know what kind of obsession, so that even if he died, he would never forget to promote his Hong Kong foot medicine.

The eyes of the two immediately brought a kind of pity unique to the livestock.

Say goodbye to this social animal and they move on.

"sand……"

"sand……"

After another walk, a sound similar to the floor was heard in the front, echoing in the darkness.

Who on earth is so dedicated, actually thinking about sweeping the ground in the darkness?

After a few more steps, the sign of the toilet finally appeared in the light range of the flashlight, and there was indeed a rickety figure sweeping the floor at the door of the toilet.

She was wearing an old-fashioned cleaner uniform, her clothes looked dirty, and there were still a lot of black stains on her hair, and her hair was a little messy, and the strands of hair seemed to have not been washed in a long time, so she rested on her head casually.

Looking closely, her hand holding the broom suddenly lost two fingers.

Feeling the proximity of the two, the cleaner's movements stopped. She lifted her head, her gray face raised, and looked over in the direction of the flashlight.

She stretched out the hand that was still intact and pointed to Xiao Lan's side: "Your bag is gone."

Xiao Lan deflected her gaze and looked over there, and found that there was a travel bag of not small size on the ground, the logo on the travel bag was familiar, even if it was poor, such as Xiao Lan, he had heard of this big international brand. Daming.

The bag was bulging, apparently stuffed a lot, and even the traces of paper money could be seen faintly from the opening of the zipper.

Luring this trick is too low-level...

It’s not that Xiao Lan deliberately buried her, but this is the oldest routine in this copy. Even in the real world, this kind of fraudulent routine that picks up money is no longer useful, let alone money. There is no use in the world.

Who is so stupid to pick up money? Maybe except Teddy Wang...

Xiao Lan was unmoved. He wanted to deceive him to pick up money. He had to firmly step on the poverty line without wavering.

He shook his head and said seriously: "No, I love poverty. Only poverty can make me happy!"

Cleaner: "..."

Damn, is this guy crazy?

Luo Ze said calmly: "I don't need money, I'm not interested in money."

Cleaner: "..."

Oh shit! Wealth is amazing! ! !

Seeing that Liyu did not work, the cleaner wanted to continue to say something, but a figure came out of the toilet.

"Eh? I'll just go to the toilet, don't you need so many people to meet me?!"

Fluorescent green hair color plus Matt's haircut, and leather and leather pants that shine under the light-is the first wealth.

She is holding a glow stick that changes between seven colors in her hand, and it looks like she just came out of the concert.

Xiao Lan was surprised: "Wealth, what are you doing here?"

"Brother Xiao!" The first rich man heard Xiao Lan's voice. "I went to the toilet and made up my makeup. The light in the toilet is really bad. I couldn't see clearly for a long time with the light stick. Hahaha!"

Xiao Lan fell into silence for a while, I don’t know if she should say that she still has a big heart to go to the toilet at this time, or is there any need to make up for the level of makeup...

This girl is really as thick as a steel pipe.

At this time, the neglected cleaner said unwillingly and lonely: "Look at it..."

Her voice was hoarse and hoarse, and after slowing her tone, it was as unpleasant as the friction of old metal.

Attracted by her voice, the first rich man looked at the bag on the ground, and was suddenly happy: "Hey, hey, this bag is the same as the bag of my neighbor's aunt who buys food!"

Cleaner: "..."

Damn, this ignorant batch!

The face of the aunt cleaner sank completely.

Along with her face, the bag began to wriggle, and a sticky and disgusting friction sounded, and white **** poured out of the bag, rolling down to the ground and making a "popping" sound.

As they rolled, Xiao Lan saw that they were a whole bag of eyes, as if they had been removed from a person. The back of these eyes was also connected to something like a nerve and fascial blood vessels.

"Look at it..."

"You... take a look..."

These eyes kept pouring out of the bag, and in a moment a small piece was spread out, and murmurs of unknown origin came from them.

They seem to be connected as a whole, with their eyes stacked one after another, as if the waves were rushing towards the three people at a rapid speed, and they are constantly expanding in the process, and there is a feeling of swallowing them up.

"Oh... This is too disgusting..." There is also a lower aesthetic limit for killing Matt girls. The first rich man can't bear this kind of picture.

"Run!" Xiao Lan said and ran, turning fast. What's so special about mental attacks! At a glance, he felt that all the goose bumps had come out.

The first rich man ran while asking: "Brother Xiao, what is the weakness of this thing?"

Xiao Lan kept walking: "Eyes."

The first rich man: "But this product has eyes left and right all over its body!"

Xiao Lan: "Then you still ask! If you don't mind, you can step on it and see what they are afraid of."

"Vag..." The first rich man glanced back, the increasingly dense picture made her almost spit out, she quickly covered her mouth.

Even Luo, who has never changed his color, is also a face of disgust at this moment, and obviously does not want to have any intimate contact with these gadgets. It can be seen that even the soul painter will have unacceptable pictures at some times.

After a while, the first rich man was slightly relieved: "Oh, brother Xiao, I just saw an eye with a beautiful eye!"

Xiao Lan: "..."