I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The soles of the shoes stepped on the old floor, echoed in the empty platform, the overwhelming flicker of electric lamps working over the age was overhead, and the air smelled of decay and musty.

There is a lot of **** on the ground, which is slightly swaying in the wind, making it not as dead as a train.

An old newspaper was blown to Xiao Lan's feet.

He picked it up and looked at it. The yellowed newspapers were filled with short gossip news from parents. In the middle, they also wrote some faded bright red fonts: "If you want to be rich, you have fewer children and more trees, fewer children and more pigs. ".

Turning over the newspaper, in addition to advertisements on the back, it is also printed in striking fonts, "One is superborn, the whole village is ligated", "If you raise a pig, you will fatten yourself"...

Xiao Lan's mouth twitched: "It's really a slogan full of sense of the times."

These slogans were widely circulated in the 1980s and 1990s, they were simple and impressive, and they were very consistent with the style of this platform.

Luo also saw the content of the newspaper, and he sent out doubts from non-humans: "Why are humans full of enthusiasm for pigs?"

Xiao Lan: "...I also want to know."

Maybe this is the love of Yanhuang children for breeding, he guessed.

The two continued along the track.

In the train, I only saw the moss on the ground, and when I walked to the platform, Xiao Lan found that the water on the ground was more than it seemed.

Some corners may be perennial water, and the water stains of the black paint have become an ecosystem in which algae and unknown creatures have grown, although it seems not peaceful and beautiful.

As they progressed, there were always "tick" and "tick" dripping sounds echoing.

After a short walk, Xiao Lan saw the sign of going out ahead.

The direction of the sign is a long concrete ladder, which is as old as this platform, and it is completely dark in front, making it impossible to see the end.

The escalators on both sides have long been out of service, and there are rust stains on top of it, making people suspect that this thing can't run again. Even if the old man can move, Xiao Lan doubts that it will get out of the way.

Therefore, if you want to go out, you can only use it.

Looking at this length, if ordinary people may not be able to walk in 20 minutes, what kind of subway station is the ghost designed?

Imagine that if a social animal got off the subway on the edge of being late, but faced this long desperate ladder, the designer would definitely be given a small composition with a thousand words. Then crying and running forward quickly, what a miserable picture.

But there is no other way to go here, the two still set foot on the ladder.

The space where the ladder is located is not small, and each step can bring back a little empty echo.

The repetitive upstairs activities are quite monotonous, surrounded by unchanging scenes, making people wonder whether they are standing still.

After walking for several minutes, the road ahead still has no end. Only the exit sign when they entered looks farther and farther, indicating that they have gone out for a long time.

Xiao Lan continued to walk forward in silence, and suddenly he heard a voice appear behind his back.

"clatter--"

"clatter--"

The voice appeared subtly behind Xiao Lan, cleverly overlapping his steps, keeping pace with Xiao Lan. When he speeds up his pace, the sound of his footsteps also speeds up. When he slows down his footsteps, the sound also slows down synchronously, and when he stops, the sound stops again.

No more points, no more points, perfectly following his pace. People can't hear it if they don't listen carefully, but they may feel strange in their footsteps.

And when Xiao Lan looked back, there was nothing on the ladder as usual.

Xiao Lan stepped forward again, and the voice behind him appeared again, as if something was clinging tightly behind him, but he could not find the other party at all.

At this time, the lights on the steps flashed a few times, making a sizzling electric sound, making everything around the original ruined even more disturbing, and there seemed to be hidden prying eyes in the darkness.

It seemed like a proud demonstration from the dark, waiting to see his panicked reaction.

Seeing Xiao Lan stop, Luo also stopped following him.

Xiao Lan raised his eyebrows gently, he turned to give Luo a look, without words, Luo instantly understood what he meant.

The next moment, the two began to run forward at an unscientific speed.

The two figures were like flashing meteors, and they rushed far away on the steps in an instant. Their figures left two afterimages in the air, so fast that they could not be captured by the naked eye.

Don't you like to follow people? Come, keep up with you!

The figure has disappeared in place, and the sound of footsteps echoed only when the distance was slower. You listen to this footstep, as if two crisp slaps patted on your face.

Unknown ghost left in place: "..."

What the **** are these two guys? Did you grow up drinking gasoline, run so fast!

The key is that it can't really catch up with the mother, which is very annoying, oh, it's not mad.

Do you know if you are speeding! ! !

Xiao Lan ran for a while before stopping, and Luo beside him stopped synchronously. The two men were not blushing or panting, as if they were just walking.

Xiao Lan took two steps forward, carefully listening to his footsteps, and the original footsteps behind him disappeared.

He smiled back with satisfaction. You see how important it is to exercise.

At this time the staircase also reached the last section, and Xiao Lan finally understood why he could not see the end at the bottom, because the light above the head became weaker towards the back, and almost went out when approaching the top.

When looking from the bottom up, it is naturally a black that can't see the head.

He took out the [Nuclear Flashlight], and with the help of the flashlight lighting, began to explore the place where he suspected to be out of the station.

It was dark here, and only some of the indicators were still holding on to their posts, emitting red or green light.

Here is much more messy than the platform below. The flashlight can clearly see a lot of debris on the ground, discarded water bottles, shoes, clothes, and even socks and wigs that do not know who it is.

The chairs for the rest of the passengers tossed to the ground, and even the vending machines were skewed to the side, as if they had experienced a storm.

There was a faint smell of air in the air, like something with plastic used to burn.

Xiao Lan headed in the direction where the gate should be placed.

Suddenly, the flashlight's light swept to a pale face.

The face was full of horror, and his eyes almost glared out of his orbit. The strong flashlight light shone on his face, and he didn't let him look away from the stimulus. But although his eyes were fixed on Xiao Lan's direction, his eyes did not have a focal length, and he seemed empty and strange.

"Ho, ho--"

His mouth was wide open, and he was breathing in the air with a big mouth, the frequency of breathing wanted to be rapid, as if he was about to be out of breath. The large open mouth caused his cheeks to sag, the facial features twisted, and the muscles on his face were tight.

This respect made it difficult for Xiao Lan to distinguish whether it was an individual or a ghost.

He took two steps forward, raised his hand to Xiao Lan, and wondered whether he was talking to Xiao Lan or was talking to himself: "Ticket...Ticket...No ticket..."

Seeing his high probability of being personal, Xiao Lan tentatively asked: "Hello?"

But the person on the opposite side did not respond, as if Xiao Lan was air, still murmured in this strange state: "Oh...no ticket...no..."

The next moment, he suddenly disappeared from the flashlight.

Then came the cluttered footsteps.

The voice went in one direction. Xiao Lan turned the angle of the flashlight and shone in the direction of his progress. I saw a figure sprinting forward, but the person's speed was extremely fast, and even if I hit the overturned chair, it didn't mean to stop at all, just like I didn't know the pain.

Xiao Lan and Luo quickly followed, and followed the weird man along the way.

Because this person's condition is weird, they didn't get too close, just kept a distance to observe what he was doing.

The man ran all the way to the gate position.

Then he launched a charge toward the gate of the gate like crazy. He was blocked and did not give up. He slapped desperately, and made a meaningless roar in his mouth. Soon, his hands were bloodied.

As he slapped, a red forbidden sign lit up under the gate. The red light dazzled in the dark environment, flashing at a frequency like breathing, and would also stand at the gate The people reflected like crazy.

Feeling that the situation was wrong, Xiao Lan quickly backed away a few steps, away from the gate area that seemed more and more wrong.

At the same time he shouted twice, trying to recall the man's consciousness.

But as the saying goes, you can't stop a person who wants to die.

This man is still in a state where everything around him does not exist, ignoring Xiao Lan's words. At this moment, he had only one thing to break through the gate.

Soon, he broke the barrier at the gate.

Then he raised his head and raised his blood-stained hands, as if a victorious marathon runner ran forward as he crossed the finish line.

"Hahaha! Out of the station! Out of the station!!!" He shouted nervously regardless of his injury.

The moment he stepped out completely, his body burst like a balloon full of water, and the thick blood was splashing, staining the whole gate area with a red blood.

This is the end without a ticket to force out the station.

The strong **** smell accompanied by the wind from nowhere, with the red light still not extinguished, making Xiao Lan feel like he was in hell.

Lying trough, is the price of ticket evasion a bit bigger?