I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Seeing no response from the boss's office, Xiao Lan left the door of the office.

The entire second floor still looks the same as before. It is just a conference room plus the boss's office. The conference room 2 mentioned in the message is still missing.

Xiao Lan stood at the entrance of the staircase. At this time, the entire staircase looked the same as before, and the voices of the players could be heard. It seemed that the danger was gone.

I don't know if the hidden attack is a one-time or repeated attack.

Xiao Lan rummaged through her props, and the only ones you could use to get out were [You Can’t See Me] and [Reverse Time]. [You can’t see me] You need to have a goal to use it, so if you want to use it, he must still find the hidden existence; [Reverse Time] is only equivalent to reading the file again, and both props are not good in this case. use.

Once again, the best way is to use skills to dodge, eliminate the sense of presence or space movement, etc., as long as you can leave this section of the ladder.

However, Xiao Lan's skill cooling time is too long, and as far as the current development trend is concerned, the time of this game is not expected to be long, certainly not enough for his skill cooling.

So he didn't want to use his skills until he had no choice.

Alas, I really hope to have more bosses who let him go because of his poverty.

Grasping [Dalit's bones], Xiao Lan stepped up this ladder again.

However, unexpectedly, this section of the road was very smooth. There is no sense of closed space, no sense of danger in the back, and even the sound downstairs has not disappeared at all.

He went to the first floor smoothly.

Xiao Lan looked back at the stairs, wondering whether Yin had left, or could he only shoot once when he attacked the player?

Temporarily unable to find evidence, he returned to his previous office with speculation.

Outside the office, the players of this game are gathered here. When Xiao Lan appeared, many people were busy and asked about the situation.

Only Luo found that Xiao Lan’s condition was different from before. He quickly walked up and stood next to Xiao Lan: "Is there a dangerous situation?"

Xiao Lan nodded and told everyone about her encounter on the stairs.

Listening to Xiao Lan calmly recounting the crisis of his life for a moment, Luo Cui's hands clenched his fists, and after a moment he forced himself to let go.

Luo told himself that this is what Xiao Lan must go through to grow up. If he wants to move forward and become stronger, he is destined to be in danger, and may even be a more dangerous situation than this time. No one is qualified to undertake this for him, because it would limit Xiao Lan's potential.

Luo took a deep breath as he learnt to look like a human, calming the killing intentions in his heart, and regaining an elegant smile on his face.

He continued to gaze quietly at Xiao Lan, listening to the other party's narration.

Xiao Lan concluded: "From my experience, the hidden attack range is not large. People who are good at fighting can also feel the threat before it starts, and it only attacked me once. It is not clear that it is attacking. Time is limited, there are still a limited number of times."

Mu Yang is playing the game console: "It seems that you can first use props to resist or delay for a while, and then create an opportunity to escape, if you can't escape, it depends on everyone's ability."

Everyone's face is not good after listening, this invisible threat is too troublesome, even if everyone is an intermediate player, more or less life-saving means, it is not easy to deal with this situation.

Moreover, not everyone has a keen fighting instinct, maybe they don’t know how to die.

Hu Zhai was a bit worried: "Could one be selected every hour?"

"Is it really just a person?" Luo opened his mouth, facing the doubtful eyes of everyone. He reached out to the program office with the door open not far away. That's where the players' workstations are. You are here, but why are there three seats there?"

The players turned their eyes in amazement to the people around them.

There are Cheng Wenyi and Modan who become the program. Only two people are right, but there are indeed three work stations in that office.

Modan ran a few steps and rushed into the office, searching for the extra station.

A moment later he frowned out: "No, there is nothing, there was still a work permit for planning that table before, but this is completely empty, are you wrong, Fello?"

Luo just kept a consistent and graceful smile, and did not respond.

Xiao Lan knew that Luo's memory was not affected, and of course he chose to believe Luo at this time.

The rest of the players also felt that the extra work stations were suspicious. When it comes to the fact that their memories will be tampered with, they are also more inclined to really miss someone.

Hu Zhai's fat face was bitter: "One person in the first hour, two in the second hour, isn't that the third hour..."

Huabei frowned: "I don't know if there are any rules..."

Xiao Lan took out his work permit. He clearly carried the work permit with him, but he was still selected. He didn’t know how the death condition was triggered? And what do he have in common with another selected player?

Is it to fish for work?

No, he is not the only one who touched the fish.

Suddenly Xiao Lan flashed his eyes: "Is there someone in every department who has happened now."

Players thought, yes, the first thing happened was planning, and the second was art and procedures, so it happened to be one department. Could it be said that the law of choice is not only a work permit, but also related to their department?

Xiao Lan compared his work permit with that of others and found no difference.

He returned to his work station and began to check the work station that he had not stayed for long. The work station looks flat and unobtrusive, and there are no strange rune totems or something like it is very deadly at first glance.

Xiao Lan didn't stop here, and continued to check the table and chairs. Xiao Lan found a small "1" in the corner of the table. It was a small relief in a very concealed position, and the table was a color, it was easy to Will be ignored.

Xiao Lan touched the number: "It looks like some kind of logo."

Then he saw "2", "3" and "4" on several other tables, these numbers should be the number of the seat.

After Xiao Lan gave his guess, Mu Yang and Hu Zhai went to check the procedures and plan the office respectively.

Mo Yang came back a moment later, he nodded to Xiao Lan and said, "The empty position is '1'."

Hu Zhai also returned: "The planned vacancy is also ‘1’."

Xiao Lan: "It can be determined now that the seat numbers of the players involved are all ‘1’. It is very likely that the order of the shots to the players is based on the seat numbers."

Modan: "Why did you plan first?"

Xiao Lan: "Because he did not bring a work permit, in the death condition, it may take priority over the seat order without a work permit."

It is said that players have clenched their ugly and weird work permits, which is related to their lives.

In fact, Xiao Lan still has a guess. I don’t know if the person in the back of the seat will lose the order of death if he loses his work permit. Unfortunately, players don’t want to use their own lives to verify.

Mu Yang looked around the crowd: "That is to say, according to the rules currently known, the next round of accidents will be those with seat number "2" and... three."

The players' eyes fell on Huabei, Chengwenyi, and Huzhai.

Modan secretly breathed a sigh of relief in the crowd. Fortunately, it was not him who was going to die this round.

Huabei's face was pale: "Love, the situation is not good..."

Hu Zhai's voice shook a little: "How do I think this boss is full of malicious intentions for the planning, there are only two people in the planning, if my round is not dead, is it the next round or me?"

Huabei wondered: "What about the fourth round? According to this rule, there should be four people involved, but there are only three departments in total?"

Mu Yang poked the game console and said coolly: "It may be that there are only four people left."

If the three players in the third round are wiped out, the remaining number is exactly four.

Juvenile, your crow's mouth comes from your own boss, and it's not easy.

Cheng Wen heard Mu Yang's words and raised her eyebrows, and said cooler than Mu Yang: "Add ten more essays and praise good people and good deeds."

"Mi Woo~" Shirley echoed, and by the way licked its pink meat pad, Xiao Lan couldn't help but look at it more.

Hearing the bad news, the gameboy in Mu Yang's hand fell to the ground with a click.

He must be very eager to go back in time now, and then scrape his big ears to make you talk nonsense!

However, it is impossible to predict how many players will survive in this game. In fact, there may be fewer than four people in the fourth round.

It may even happen before the fourth round that some departments have died out.

Therefore, in the fourth round, the conditions of death according to the division of heads of the departments will be difficult to establish.

Xiao Lan: "I always feel that by the time of the fourth round, that is, 4:44, there may be different changes. After all, 4:44 sounds very suitable for the boss to make a big move."

"Of course it's just a guess." Xiao Lan added, avoiding them from panic.

The players' faces are more bitter, even if they are guessing, but they don't expect big moves at all, really.

To make matters worse, it is now past 2:44, and there is less than two hours left at 4:44.

The players seized the time and exchanged clues.

Luo took out the paper and the blood-stained notebook he had found before.

Mu Yang took out a piece of paper he found in the trash can, which was ugly and unforgettable. At first glance, it was from the original planning hand.

Luo took the paper and matched the notch with the one on the notebook, exactly matching.

This is really the torn part of the notebook.

Players' eyes fell on this piece of paper, which read "Facing Yuehua, Fushan Lingquan pouring the hidden moon idol, reading the spell, you can seal it."

Xiao Lan pointed to the word "spell": "This should refer to the sentence ‘Whoever comes from nowhere, go back to where’."

Hu Zhai's face was dumbfounded: "What is Fushan Lingquan? What is the Hidden Moon Statue?"

The players who faced him were also dumbfounded. This office looks very modern, and the surrounding environment is also like the villa area. Where do the mountain springs and idols come from?

Aren't the junk games trying to kill them?

After exchanging leads.

Players split their heads again in these rooms, hoping to get clues about these two things.

Two of them found no gains after being explored by other players before, and Xiao Lan put the target in a few rooms that had not been opened.

By the door, Mu Yang and Hu Zhai are having a harmonious and friendly discussion on each other's opening, locking, skill and skill.

Mu Yang squatted by the wall to play the game: "Hurry up, if not, go to Huabei to borrow the key."

Hu Zhai wiped the sweat on his forehead: "I have practiced this technique for a long time, and it will be fine soon."

When Cheng Wen held the cat, he still watched the drama mode without saying a word. His hair style changed slightly, and he seemed to have time to organize it. It was like a photo shoot.

When Xiao Lan and the two came over, Cheng Wenyi adjusted a handsome posture and leaned against the wall to ensure that every detail of himself was perfect. His eyes swept over Luo's body, and there was a hint of hostility in the air. move.

Luo also seemed to inadvertently sweep Cheng Wenyi... Shirley in his arms, he took a step closer to Xiao Lan's direction, and there was a hint of hostility looming in the air.

At this moment they all felt what was meant to be a doomed opponent.

Xiao Lan, unaware of this, approached the two men who were fighting the door and asked if they needed help.

Upon seeing this, Mu Yang reached out directly and poked Hu Zhai's elastic shoulders, signaling him a rounded point.

After a second, the door opened.

Watching Xiao Lan enter the room, Mu Yang looked at Hu Zhai with suspicion: "I have practiced my craft for a long time?"

Hu Zhai: "..."

I suspect he hung up.