I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The two went on in the train.

Although it seems that the car is still empty, from time to time, you can see some moving handrails, the sound of knocking on the glass and the like, showing that this space is not just the two of them.

After entering a new car, a row of blood-stained footprints appeared in front of it, and the footprints were a little messy, and the carriage that was placed all the way away.

Xiao Lan squatted down and observed that the blood had coagulated a little, but it was not completely dry. Obviously, it did not stay long.

A little black shadow was covered with a little blood under the drive of Luo. After a while Luo said: "It is a male, about thirty years old, and his physical condition is much better than ordinary people. It should be blood from the player."

"Let's go and see." Xiao Lan finished and stood up and walked in the direction of the extension of blood.

Along the blood stains, the two came to the last carriage.

At the door of the carriage, the blood stains disappeared.

This car is completely different from what I have seen before. The pure white color with metal seats and simple shape, no matter the material or design, reveals a modern sense.

Xiao Lan was convinced that this was a carriage that had not appeared before.

This car is brand new and has traces of splicing with the original car. It should be the car that was added later, and such a car has not been seen from the outside.

"Is it... that you can enter here only the second time you get on the bus?" Xiao Lan guessed. "Or does this change occur according to time? Or is it... the ticket?"

The reason for the change is unknown, but soon Xiao Lan will have no more time to think about it.

Because after walking a few steps forward, a body appeared.

This is a man in his thirties. He fell back against the door of the car and fell to the ground. His joints of his limbs turned over, showing an unnatural gesture. His face was raised upwards, with a kind of creepy eccentricity. Smile.

He wore the most common clothes that came to the world system store. His chest and abdomen were torn open, his stomach was hollowed out, the internal organs were missing, and there was no blood on the ground.

"Luo, was the previous blood stain his?" Xiao Lan asked.

"Yes." Luo nodded, affirming this guess.

Xiao Lan stepped forward to examine the corpse and saw fingerprints on the joints of his limbs. These fingerprints were of different sizes and overlapped each other. It looked like many people had shot his joints at the same time.

The internal organs he lost were not nearby, and there was not much blood on the ground.

Maybe something that attacked him took away the internal organs, or maybe he was not attacked here. As for more cases, I am afraid that only the victim himself will know.

Xiao Lan closed the player's eyes and put his body aside, to avoid falling directly onto the rail below when the train arrived at the station and the door might end up being crushed.

Players' deaths are in haste. No one can predict how they will die in the end, nor can they prepare for themselves in advance. Every game, every danger may be the end of their lives, and it is already a luxury to end up with a complete corpse.

In fact, no one knows what will happen to the player's body after the game is over, and Xiao Lan is only doing his best to leave a bit of decent life to the dead player.

Xiao Lan turned over a towel prepared by Luo from the storage space and covered the other person's face.

After the corpse moved, a square object appeared from its original position.

Luo picked it up, wiped the dust off the surface and handed it to Xiao Lan: "It's a wallet, sir."

Xiao Lan took a closer look, this is a pure black wallet, the texture feels excellent, the design is also a low-key and simple route, but the rigorous workmanship and meticulous hardware can still see that the absolute value of this wallet is not Philippine.

Players generally do not have wallets unless they have a special hobby.

The reason is also very simple, because no money is needed to come to the world. Unless there is any special commemorative significance or props, most players will not bring such useless things into the game.

Xiao Lan took a look at this wallet that should be classified into a luxury category, and then looked at the body of the player wearing the most common clothes produced by the system. His clothes are very ordinary, and he even has a feeling of not being trimmed. This looks like It's not like what the other party will have.

So, this is obtained in this game?

Xiao Lan opened the wallet and put a lot of cards in it. In addition, there were only a few new banknotes with no change. At first glance, they were put in for backup. As a result, there was no chance to take them out for a long time. The typical modern wallet .

As he moved, a black thing rolled down from his wallet, round, coin-shaped, with an embossed "13" on it.

Xiao Lan asked Luo to come up with the ticket he had found before and compare it. Except for the color, the ticket was exactly the same as the one they had found before.

Xiao Lan frowned: "There are actually two kinds of tickets."

In this way, the feeling of choosing one of the two is more obvious, not only to choose the train or the platform, but also to choose the black ticket or the white ticket.

However, which side is the correct option?

Putting the ticket aside, Xiao Lan continued to check the things in her wallet.

On the side of the wallet is a pair of men and women.

Their movements are very close together, they should be a couple or a couple, but the faces of the two people in the picture are blurry, as if they have been processed, they cannot be seen clearly, only the men in the picture are tall , And the woman's skin is white and slender.

There is no doubt that the clothes of the two men are very modern, and the photo is not yellowed. Obviously this is a photo taken recently.

Xiao Lan took out the photo and wanted to check the back, but received a system prompt:

[That day, my mother gave you her favorite brooch personally, and it looks beautiful when you smile at me while wearing it]

[Trigger story task: missing thoughts]

[Task Description: Find the brooch]

[Mission Reward: Random Rare Props*1]

[Hint: The plot mission cannot be abandoned, it has a key role in the progress of the game, please be cautious]

Seeing the system prompt, Xiao Lan turned her gaze back to the front of the photo, and the woman did have a brooch on her chest. The style of the brooch is very old, but the workmanship is very beautiful, with a beauty that will not be eliminated by the years.

The plot mission, it seems that they have found the key thing, but the mission does not say who to hand to after finding the brooch, and I don’t know how to complete it.

He looked at the tall man in the photo, and thought of the man in black with a strong sense of oppression he had seen when he got on the bus. Would it be him?

But... Xiao Lan thought of the random and rare props, and it was cool in his heart. After all, [Autographed by Zhang Dong] is also a rare prop.

He looked at this valuable wallet, and the guy who likes this task can be more generous. But it seems that people are generous and useless. After all, the word random is too evil for non-chiefs.

In short, find the brooch first.

At present, they still have to go back to the platform again, not only to find the brooch, but also to find more clues, let them judge whether to choose the train or the platform, or not choose either side.

Xiao Lan was thinking about the current situation while standing on the spot. Luo looked at him quietly and did not intend to think about Xiao Lan.

Suddenly, a harsh sound of nails scraping through the glass came from the side.

The sound was very harsh, with a disturbing frequency, and even the roar of the train could not be suppressed.

Xiao Lan turned her head and saw that a pale, puffy and **** hand was scratching on the glass. This hand was very dirty. Like the coal that had just been picked up, there were many black stains.

After the harsh sound, this hand changed its way. It slapped the door and seemed to want to enter the car from the outside.

The sound of the beating is stiff and slow, always maintaining a stereotyped frequency.

As Xiao Lan's gaze shifted in the direction where it was, the range of this hand's flapping also changed from the door to the window, but no matter how many positions it changed, it always stayed above the elbow, never Exposed other parts.

This thing is quite ridiculous, but it looks very weak.

Although this copy will cause danger and the like without saying a word, but this thing has been so noisy, it is impossible to guarantee that it will not attract the attention of other things. For example, the danger of letting the player on the ground die, or the tall black man I saw before, the man exudes a sense of threat, so Xiao Lan does not want to face each other unless he has no choice.

It is always a trouble to let this hand go on like this.

Xiao Lan walked towards the position of this hand, and when he saw him close, this hand no longer patted the glass. An An lay prone on the window, tapping the glass with his fingertips, as if to imply him Come and play with yourself.

I don't look at my stubby, puffy and dirty look either, it's not cute at all.

I saw Xiao Lan stepped forward without expression, and stretched out his hand towards the hand outside the window.

Then-raised his middle finger.

It may be that the operation was so disturbing that the hand knocking on the glass outside the window stopped.

Then Xiao Lan made a gesture of chopping his hand at that hand, and signaled to the other party: Noisy again, and you will be eliminated.

The hand obviously didn't expect to receive such a response. Who saw the player who stepped back in fear, or left cautiously, who dared to threaten him?

The hand suddenly hit the window with some anger, thumped the glass, and there was a posture to wear the glass.

"Oh." Xiao Lan gave it a sneer of "You really don't know what to do".

Immediately, Xiao Lan grabbed the railing of the car, and then pulled it directly in front of the other side, and twisted into a twist in front of the window in a few seconds.

Then he pointed to the door of the train, compared with a "3" gesture, then squeezed his fist, and pointed to the metal twist on the ground.

The meaning is clear: after the time opens, you are the next twist.

The movement of the hand tapping against the window froze, it moved downwards, and then moved again, as if comparing the hardness of itself and the railing of the train, and finally decisively-slipped.

No more playing, no more playing, this man is so fierce and so...

Xiao Lan gave a contented smile.

Luo watched Xiao Lan continue to study the back of the photo in his hand, and always felt that his own family became more and more proficient in threatening ghosts, and there was a kind of aura of human bully.

And myself is the running dog behind that bully.

Well, think about it quite well.