I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After leaving the area where they met the old man, Xiao Lan and Luo continued to move forward.

On the way, they also saw some similar exits, but they were all closed. It seemed that the only remaining exit in the whole station was the upstairs one.

A ticket booth-like building appeared in front of it. Its appearance was as old as the station. From a distance, there was a figure facing away from it.

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

Xiao Lan approached cautiously.

Behind the window was a woman in uniform, her hair was neatly coiled, and she wore a hat that matched the uniform on her head. Seeing someone approaching, she raised her head and nodded to them with a standard professional smile.

It looks like a standard service industry practitioner.

If it wasn't for her, only half of it was left.

The woman disappeared from the waist, and the fracture was uneven, as if it had been cut by something rough, and blood that had turned dark red could still be seen.She just "sat" on the chair directly, and the chair below had been dyed dark red.After Xiao Lan approached the window, he could smell some stinky blood coming out of it.

"Hello, do you need help?" The woman asked with a standard smile. Her face was painted with delicate makeup, covering up her skin color that might have started to rot and gray.

"Excuse me, do you have a ticket?" Xiao Lan asked.

"Yes." The woman reached into the broken part of her waist, abruptly took out two white coin-shaped tickets that were almost stained dark red with blood, raised her hand, and held the tickets to the window .

"I can give you the bus ticket, just... exchange it with a little something."

Xiao Lan looked at the two tickets that smelled bad, the rough way of picking them up, and the hand with corpse spots on the other side, and felt that there might be problems with this ticket.

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

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

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

That figure from the back is simply cold and heartless, like a scumbag who said he had no attachment when he broke up.

The ignored woman: "..."

"Bam—"

There was an angry slap on the glass from behind, which showed her feeling of being ignored at the moment. If she could get out of the ticket booth, she would definitely beat these two guys violently.

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As the two moved forward, they looked around for tickets.

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

At this time, the voice of the radio sounded at the station: "Please... Zizi... Everyone... Passengers... Don't... Zizi... Get on the train at will..."

The voice sounded very stagnant, even a bit distorted, like the sound of an old and worn record.In a station, the platform announcement tells passengers not to get on the train, which sounds so eccentric.

With the appearance of the radio, the originally not very bright lights of the subway station began to flicker, and the flickering frequency of the lights became faster and faster, and finally they were overwhelmed and went out.

The entire No. 13 subway station fell into darkness, only the cold wind from nowhere was still blowing, like an invisible and cold hand.

Xiao Lan turned on the flashlight, and when only the flashlight was left, the darkness reduced people's visual field, and the fear of the unknown brought about by it made the entire station a lot more eerie.

"Don't get on the bus..." In the darkness, Xiao Lan thought about the broadcast he heard before, "The ghosts on the platform seem to be preventing players from getting on the bus, but what is their purpose?"

Although he already knew about the train accident, he didn't believe that there would be such an enthusiastic ghost who would come to the world to help the player.

"Conflicts are usually caused by different positions and conflicts of interests between the two parties. Perhaps there is some conflict between the station and the train that we don't know about." Luo's voice came out of the darkness, still in his usual elegant tone , as if he were sitting on the couch at home.

Xiao Lan also felt that what Luo said made sense.

While looking around, he said, "Perhaps, we have to find an opportunity to go back to the train again to know the source of this conflict."

"Okay." Luo almost never objected to Xiao Lan's decision.

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

Xiao Lan's flashlight suddenly shone on a few bowls on the side of the road, filled with rice, which had already turned black and spoiled, but every dinner had a pair of chopsticks stuck vertically on top of it.

They are 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, and it is like saying hello to the ghosts coming and going here.There is a dense circle of footprints on the ground around the bowl, but they only circle around, and there is no trace of walking or leaving.

Xiao Lan's flashlight shone nearby.

Not far away, there was a figure with his back to him. He stood quietly on the side, looking stiff and numb. He didn't respond to the flashlight that swept across his body.

However, he was standing at a key position in the passage, and if he wanted to move forward, he had to pass by his side.

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

Only when he approached Xiao Lan did he realize that the man's mouth was constantly opening and closing.

Xiao Lan listened carefully, and it turned out that what he said was: "If you don't wash your feet in spring, you will be bitten by mosquitoes everywhere. You get Hong Kong's foot, and it's very itchy. Sir, let's find out about the special medicine for Hong Kong's feet. Now there's a promotion for buy one get one free... "

Xiao Lan: "..."

Luo: "..."

It is estimated that this guy was a salesman before he was alive. I don't know what kind of obsession made him forget to sell his Hong Kong foot special medicine even after he died.

The eyes of the two of them suddenly showed a kind of pity for social animals.

Say goodbye to the social animal and they move on.

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"sand……"

"sand……"

After walking for a while, a sound similar to sweeping the floor came from ahead, echoing in the darkness.

Who is so dedicated to their work, who actually thinks about sweeping the floor in the darkness?

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

She was wearing an old-fashioned cleaner's uniform. Her clothes looked dirty, with many black stains on them, and her hair was a bit messy. The strands seemed to have not been washed for a long time, and they were casually placed on her head.

Looking carefully, two fingers were missing from her hand holding the broom.

Sensing the approach of the two, the cleaner stopped. She raised her head, her dead gray face raised, and looked in the direction of the flashlight.

She stretched out her hand with intact fingers, and pointed to Xiao Lan's side: "Your bag is lost."

Xiao Lan turned her gaze to look over there, and found a not-so-small travel bag on the ground not far away. The logo on the travel bag was very familiar, even if she was as poor as Xiao Lan, she had heard of this famous international brand. daimyo.

The bag was bulging, obviously stuffed with a lot of things, and even traces of banknotes could be vaguely seen from the opening of the zipper.

It's too low-level to lure...

It's not that Xiao Lan deliberately buried her, it's just that this one is the oldest one in this dungeon. Even in the real world, this kind of fraudulent method of picking up money is no longer easy to use, let alone money. It is useless to come into the world.

Who would be stupid enough to pick up money?Maybe except Wang Teddy...

Xiao Lan remained unmoved, don't try to trick him into picking up money, he has to stand firmly on the poverty line without wavering.

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

Cleaner: "..."

Damn, is this guy poor and crazy?

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

Cleaner: "..."

Oh shit!It's amazing to be rich! ! !

Seeing that the lure didn't work, the cleaner wanted to continue talking, but a figure came out of the toilet.

"Eh? I'm just going to the bathroom, don't you need so many people to greet me?!"

Fluorescent green hair color, Sha Matt's hairstyle, and leather jackets and pants that shine brightly under the light--the number one wealth.

She was holding a light stick that switched between seven colors in her hand, looking like she just came out of a concert.

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

"Brother Xiao!" No. [-] Fugui recognized Xiao Lan's voice, "I went to the restroom to touch up my makeup, the light in the restroom is really bad, I couldn't see clearly after holding a light stick for a long time, Hahaha!"

Xiao Lan fell into silence for a while, not knowing whether to say that it is really a big heart for her to still be thinking about going to the toilet at this time, or whether there is any need to make up for the level of makeup...

This girl is as thick as a steel pipe.

At this time, the neglected cleaner said unwillingly: "Take a look..."

Her voice was hoarse and hoarse, and after slowing down, it was as ugly as the friction of old metal.

Attracted by her voice, No. [-] Fugui also looked at the bag on the ground, and was immediately amused: "Hey, this bag is the same as the bag my neighbor's aunt buys vegetables!"

Cleaner: "..."

Damn, this ignorant idiot!

Aunt the cleaner's face was completely gloomy.

Accompanied by her complexion, the bag began to squirm, and there was a sticky and disgusting rubbing sound, white balls poured out of the bag, and rolled to the ground with a "click" sound.

Along with their rolling, Xiao Lan saw clearly that it was a whole pack of eyes, as if they had been taken from a human body, and behind these eyes were connected a section of nerves and fascial blood vessels.

"Take a look..."

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

These eyes poured out of the bag continuously, and spread into a small piece in an instant, and murmurs from unknown sources came out of them.

They seemed to be connected as a whole, and their eyes were densely stacked, rushing towards the three of them as fast as a wave, and they were still expanding in the process, with a feeling of swallowing them alive.

"Whoa...this is too disgusting..." The Shamat girl also has a lower limit of aesthetics, and the first rich man can't bear this kind of picture.

"Run!" Xiao Lan turned around and ran after speaking, very fast.This is a mental attack!Just looking at him, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

No. [-] Fugui asked while running: "Brother Xiao, what is the weakness of this thing?"

Xiao Lan kept walking: "Eyes."

No. [-] Fugui: "But this guy has eyes all over his body!"

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

"Ugh..." The first rich man glanced back secretly, the increasingly dense picture made her almost vomit, she hurriedly covered her mouth.

Even Luo, who never changed his face, now looked disgusted, obviously not wanting to have any intimate contact with these things.It can be seen that even soul painters will have unacceptable pictures at certain times.

After a while, No. [-] Fugui calmed down a little: "Oh, Brother Xiao, I just saw one eye with colored contact lenses!"

Xiao Lan: "..."