I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

It can be said that the hot spring hotel can be used as a resort environment. The sunlight outside the window is scattered into the house, accompanied by the breeze of the mountains, and a fresh smell from the forest is blown in. If you are a real traveler, you should not be able to go out to get some fresh air at this time.

Unfortunately, players are not in this mood, they are busy looking for opportunities to survive.

Strangely, the five people on the other side claiming to be in the party did not seem to have the intention to enjoy nature. During the player's communication, Xiao Lan learned that none of them saw those people going out.

Even Gu Shengan said that they returned to the room after breakfast, and never came out.

What do they want to do?

Players split their heads to find clues.

Xiao Lan held Luo and planned to use his ability to explore what these people were discussing. Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked upstairs, I just met Yang Degao, the old dean of education who came out of the toilet, and was still alone.

Xiao Lan put on a good student-like smile that the teacher liked the most: "Mr. Yang is good."

Yang Degao saw that he was a young, fair-skinned young man with a fresh smile, his tight shoulders relaxed a bit, and nodded at Xiao Lan: "Hello."

Xiao Lan pointed out the window: "Mr. Yang, the weather is really good today, and the fresh air is so comfortable, don't you go out for a walk?"

Yang Degao smiled unnaturally: "Oh, I haven't seen the students for a long time, we tell the old."

Xiao Lan: "The feelings of your teachers and students are really good."

"Yeah, okay, okay." Yang Degao's face was still smiling, but his eyes kept drifting toward the room, showing a little impatience to get out of it. "They have been thinking of me for ten years. They are all good children."

Xiao Lan stared at his slight expression change: "Then, the **** the phone yesterday was also a student of Teacher Yang."

As soon as this sentence came out, Yang Degao's expression changed suddenly. He shuddered like he was shocked, and he was subconsciously preparing to take a precautionary posture.

Seemingly feeling too overreacted, Yang Degao forced himself to stand upright again, frowning and raising his hand to put out the teaching director's style: "Young people, sometimes too much curiosity is not good."

Xiao Lan looked very innocent: "I think they all know the girl, but they don't call her to party together. Presumably it's a bad relationship. The girl seems very pitiful."

Yang Degao showed an unpredictable expression: "Look at people, don't just look at the surface. How do you know if the surface looks like the victim?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Xiao Lan's reaction and walked into the room.

What did he mean by this, suggesting that it was Gu Mo who had the problem? Or is it intentionally confusing your eyes?

While no one was around, Xiao Lan put Luo on the ground, and the black shadow quietly drilled into the room of several people from the door crack, and then recovered it after a while.

Luo jumped on Xiao Lan's shoulder and leaned into his ear to whisper, "Sir, they are all in their own rooms, but they are sitting motionless."

Xiao Lan is even stranger. What are these guys doing? Yang Degao said that they are reminiscing the old, but one person per room. What is the idea of ​​reminiscing the old?

At dinner, players came to the restaurant.

Today’s dinner is still full, and the five students at the next table have arrived early. They are sitting neatly at the moment, and even opened a bottle of wine that looks expensive, and the dishes in front of them look better than the players. There are a lot of seniors here.

The players were eating halfway through a meal, and the people at the table next to them suddenly gathered enthusiastically to toast.

Fu Wenbo held two glasses of wine in his hand and handed one of them to Xiao Lan: "Come and come, we are destined to come here on vacation at the same time, and I respect you."

Xiao Lan glanced at him, and the smile on his face remained a bit stiff, as if it took a lot of effort to support it.

Facing Xiao Lan's gaze, Fu Wenbo's mouth twitched again, barely keeping his smile, and when Xiao Lan finally reached out to take over his wine, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Lan handed the wine to Luo indifferently. After checking, Luo nodded to him and indicated that no other things were added. But Xiao Lan still just made a fake move and did not drink it.

This is a world full of ghosts. There is nothing else, and there may not be any invisible traps.

When Xiao Lan was drinking, Fu Wenbo stared at him without blinking, until he watched him pretend to swallow, only to show a pleasant smile, sincerely said: "It's good to know you!"

Xiao Lan smiled at him unclearly: "Me too."

On the player's side, everyone was caught toasting, and they corresponded one to one according to gender. In addition to Fu Wenbo and Xiao Lan, Cheng Lang toasted Gu Shengan, Yang Degaojing to Zhao Fan, Du Yuhui and Zhang Jie toast Liu Yiyi and Tong Qing respectively.

It seems that the players have drunk, but in fact how much is really hard to say.

Liu Yiyi, who became very strange today, after drinking Du Yuhui's wine, showed a meaningful smile to her, her eyes staring at her without a blink of an eye.

It seemed that Du Yuhui's shoulders shook, and he just found an excuse and fled.

at night.

Xiao Lan sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about the information harvested today, while trying to make Huuluo expose his hairy belly to him.

After ten minutes.

Finally, under Xiao Lan's unremitting efforts, his sinful claws are about to reach the furry and soft belly——

"Tick--"

The sound of water suddenly sounded.

Xiao Lan withdrew his paws regretfully and looked at where the voice came from.

The sound came from the direction of the corner of the door.

I don’t know when there was a water stain on the ceiling over there. The water stain spread from the part close to the ground unconsciously upwards. It is slowly expanding. As the water stain expands, there are gradually water droplets from the center. It dripped and made a sound on the wooden floor.

The water stains on the ceiling, the more the outline becomes clearer, gradually becoming longer from the fuzzy shape, like a woman with a disheveled hair and hanging head, even ten fingers are about to appear.

Xiao Lan frowned and stared at the water stains: "The water is leaking. At this rate of spread, I can't sleep tonight..."

He jumped out of the bed directly, put on his slippers and went out the door, leaving water stains on the ceiling that were not yet fully formed. Luo flicked his tail, followed Xiao Lan's footsteps, and jumped out briskly.

Water stains left: ...

Look at me! Am I not terrible! Give me another five minutes to guarantee you a new experience like never before! !

Xiao Lan went out and found a kit and returned again.

He ignored the growing water stains above his head and went directly to the main water gate of the room—closed. I also did some maintenance for the old gate of the ages, and then made some waterproof treatment of the old pipes next to it.

As a poor light egg who lives in an old house to be demolished all the year round, repairing water pipes is a commonplace. Sometimes it is too late. The easiest way is to close the main gate.

Come out and see, um, the fruit is not dripping.

Luo leaned his head: "Sir, how do you know this works?"

Xiao Lan: "She has to do a lot of water stains with so much effort, it should be able to come out with this method. So I was thinking, what would happen if he turned off the water pipe."

Luo: "If not?"

Xiao Lanli was straight-hearted: "Then run. You see that she is so slow to make a water stain, and she certainly will not run fast."

Luo: "..."

A good one just slipped away.

Just then, Xiao Lan’s mobile phone on the bed suddenly turned on, and a **** app appeared on the screen where the tape was stuck. Apparently no one is operating the phone, but the app is launched by itself, and then—

Five seconds have passed...

Ten seconds passed...

Thirty seconds passed...

The app is working hard, but it still can't jump out of the startup interface.

Then, the broken mobile phone screen flickered and overwhelmed the automatic shutdown...

What's the situation now?

Xiao Lan scratched his head: "I'm sorry, my mobile phone is a copycat machine in the supermarket lottery many years ago. I can't even run a WeChat, and I can still use the functions of phone, SMS and flashlight."

The app is autistic.

But this guy went on to add a sentence: "Would you like to wait for five minutes or so, and it restarted, you try again?"

app: ...

Oh shit! ! Will you die if you buy a new phone! ! !