I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Chapter 109: DEATH Game Studio

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"Hee hee... hee hee... hee hee hee..."

The childlike laughter continued, the players were silent, and for a while, no one in the entire studio spoke, and the laughter seemed particularly harsh.

"Hehe...you...we...all..."

The voice on the phone became more and more gloomy, and the innocence of children became less and less, replaced by maliciousness that seemed to grow in a dark gap.

Xiao Lan's gaze fell on this phone, what was this on the phone, and he was grinning and constantly creating pressure on the players.

Should we teach children what is polite

Before Xiao Lan moved, Luo took a step ahead.

I saw that he walked to the front desk without hurries, looked at the phone calls that kept coming with laughter, and then reached out and took down the withered flowers in the decorative vase next to him and threw them away.

Luo shook the vase in his hand, and there was a "crushing" sound from the vase, apparently there was still some water left in it.

In the next instant, he directly poured the remaining water in the bottle onto the phone.

Xiao Lan feels very familiar with the simple and neat operating style, who is it

And Mu Yang and Hu Zhai, who had watched Xiao Lan dismantle the printer with their bare hands, quietly glanced at Xiao Lan's direction. As expected, they were gathering together. Both of them are so rough and cruel, but... so enviable.

"Hahahaha… "

"Hee... Zizi... Hee... Zizi..."

"Zi... Zi..."

The laughter on the phone continued, but more and more noise appeared inside, and slowly the laughter was no longer audible, and finally the whole phone was silent.

After a while, there was no sign of the phone ringing again, it should be a complete break.

Hu Zhai touched his fat face: "It seems that ghost calls also require the phone to remain intact. This trick of Fei Luo is called a draw from the bottom, right?"

Luo's tone was light: "It's too noisy."

With good hope in his arms, Hu Zhai tentatively asked: "We... Have we passed this level?"

Mu Yang said coldly: "You're sober."

Think about the urinary sex that comes to the world, how can it be so easy to let the players go.

Hu Zhai sighed: "It's also..."

As if to confirm Mu Yang's words, unusual movements appeared in the open offices.

At this moment, the players were all gathered in the lobby. The office was originally empty, but it was clearly visible from the open doors that just now, all the computers turned on at the same time.

On the lit screen, there was a mess of color at first, which looked like the screen was broken.

Slowly the color blocks on the screen began to move, slowly forming a silhouette of a person, as if a group of people were standing in the same posture. And as the color blocks change, the individual shadows are becoming clear bit by bit.

The silhouettes are getting clearer, and you can vaguely see the outlines of their blue skin and facial features. The most striking thing is that their eyes are roundly open, and they have not blinked once. All eyes are just like this. Directly facing the direction of the player.

This is obviously not a posture for friendly exchanges.

At this time, Cheng Wenyi's voice sounded, with a usual sense of arrogance: "Xiao Yang, stop them."

When the players heard this, Mu Yang was just a teenager. Is it too difficult for him to stop so many ghosts? Even if you pull up the monitor, so many monitors are not easy. What's the work

Is your reincarnation a bit too cruel in squeezing child labor

Before they could question, Mu Yang had already raised his hand.

A burst of shining lines emanated from his fingertips, intertwined in the void in front, forming a virtual keyboard, and Mu Yang's hand was tapping on this virtual keyboard extremely fast.

Lines of translucent codes were formed in mid-air with his movements, and then flew to the strangely lit screens in various offices, quickly blending into them and disappearing.

Then, the computers that were invaded by the unknown code started to freeze, and the speed of the color block combination became disorderly and chaotic. The humanoid silhouettes that had already formed more than half of them became more and more scattered as if they had lost the power to manipulate, gradually moving towards It changed in an irregular manner.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but admired: "It's amazing."

Written with a calm face: "This is Xiao Yang's ability. His code can control electronic products in the game, and even create things that don't exist. It is a very potential skill."

"Indeed, it is very powerful in a copy with a modern background." Xiao Lan thought of a different aspect again, "but throwing him in places like deserts, swamps, rain forests, etc. is half of it?"

Cheng Wenyi touched Shirley's head: "Well... Sure enough, I still have too little experience, so I will arrange for him to play a few more games later."

Shirley echoed its owner: "Miu~"

Mu Yang: "..."

He is just a keyboard king, don't set him up with such a plot to survive in the wilderness!

The boy Mu Yang at this moment suddenly felt sorry for himself.

The figure on the computer screen gradually disappeared, and the screen returned to the state when the players left the office. Upon seeing this, the players breathed a sigh of relief.

The change happened in an instant.

Written, who had been chatting with Xiao Lan casually about the sky, looked awkward for an instant, and his lazy eyes suddenly sharpened, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

His figure suddenly disappeared in place.

After a gleam of blue light, Cheng Wenyi appeared not far away, his whole person leaping in the air, not yet landing.

The sudden movement made his clothes flutter, and was blown by the surrounding wind, drawing a flamboyant arc in the wind. After a while, his posture was dashing to the ground, still holding Shirley in one hand, appearing quite comfortable.

Cheng Wen looked around his body with sharp eyes like a knife, and after confirming that there was no threat, he chose a handsome posture to stand there, and his expression returned to a state of laziness and arrogance.

Life and death is a matter of a moment, and being handsome is a matter of a lifetime.

Keeping oneself in good looks forever is a written and a lifelong career.

Seeing this, everyone understood: The hidden attack had begun.

Seeing Cheng Wenyi's performance, Xiao Lan's guess that the opponent is a senior player was finally confirmed.

Xiao Lan remembered the feeling that her hairs were standing upright when facing hidden attacks. In the end, she relied on props to resolve it. There was no written word that was so relaxed. He even still holds the cat, obviously such dodge is not difficult for him.

This kind of keen perception of danger, and the action of downplaying the crisis to resolve the crisis, directly reflects how strong this person is—a high-level player, and possibly even an elite among them.

After realizing that Yin's attack had begun, the players turned their eyes to the other two players with the seat number "2"-Hu Zhai and Hua Bei.

But at almost the same moment, the bodies of the two people fell down suddenly.

Their faces were pale, their chests no longer fluctuated, just like two dead men.

Modan couldn't help but took a breath: "This is-dead?"

Xiao Lan felt wrong. According to the previous situation, the person killed by Yin should disappear completely, and his existence was forgotten by the players, but now he clearly remembers that these two people were called Huabei and Hu Zhai. .

Their existence has not disappeared, and Xiao Lan's memory has not been tampered with.

The surrounding wind stopped unconsciously, as if announcing the end of this round of attacks.

After a while, in the eyes of the players, the corpse-like Huabei opened his eyes.

At first, his movements were a little stiff, his skin tone was also very different from normal people's grayish white, and his eyes were still a little dazed. Slowly, his face was visibly ruddy, and then Huabei's chest began to rise and fall back to normal, and his movements gradually became smoother.

Huabei sat up on the spot: "Huh... so bad, almost..."

Along with his movements, a straw man who originally hung around his neck fell down, as if he had experienced an invisible attack, and the straw man fell on the ground and turned into a pile of powder.

Hua Bei looked at Xiao Cao Ren's powder, with a pity in his eyes: "This, this is so difficult to do."

However, he also understood that although the props were rare, it was worth a small life in exchange for him.

On the other side, the fallen Hu Zhai has also changed, and this change is much more frightening than Huabei's.

I saw Hu Zhai's chubby belly began to squirm, and there was a trend of getting bigger and bigger, just like it was actually a balloon, and sometimes I could see the outline of the hand pressing on it through the clothes.

Then Hu Zhai's limbs and head began to shriveled, slowly shrinking like a punctured balloon.

Finally, there was only an abnormally big belly left in his whole body.

In the next second, this weird belly was torn apart like a piece of paper.

Hu Zhai, who had changed into a beautiful girl's T-shirt, emerged from the inside. He didn't look much different from before, but he seemed more white and tender.

But not thin at all.

Hu Zhai put away his skin, and sighed: "This is really true, it has forced out my ability to press the bottom of the box."

He met Huabei's slightly painful eyes, and both of them understood how difficult it is to escape from the dead.

They had an ominous hunch when they heard Xiao Lan talk about their encounters before, because neither of them were of the type with keen combat intuition. It might be difficult to predict hidden attacks in advance, and they all have their own unique features. Life-saving means.

Hu Zhai and Hua Bei looked not far away, still handsome and styling Wen Yi, suddenly felt so dazzling.

The gap between people is really big, and they also want to get out of their clothes and have time to sculpt.

Jian Yin’s attack time has passed, and the players once again gather to discuss the clues they have obtained.

Xiao Lan told them about going upstairs to find the boss and obtaining the idol. Although she didn't describe the specific scene, she still got a lot of "suddenly sympathetic to the boss" in the eyes.

Mu Yang and Huabei, who had gone separately to find clues to Fushan Lingquan, had no gains.

Mu Yang said: "We don't even see words similar to Fushan Lingquan."

Huabei scratched his head: "Yes, yes, what exactly are Fushanling and Lingquan?"

Xiao Lan guessed: "It's not the faucet in the toilet, right?"

Mu Yang: "..."

Flower shell: "..."

But... According to the peculiar planning style of that brain circuit, it is really not impossible. This person's thinking is so strange that it is really hard to guess with normal logic.

The ominous 4:44 is getting closer and closer, and the key to sealing hidden: Yuehua, spells, hidden moon idol, Fushan Lingquan, the spell and hidden moon idol have been dealt with. It was just at night, the moonlight outside the window was very bright, and moonlight was not a problem.

But there is still a lack of Fushan Spirit Spring, and even the cable can't be found.

This time the players split up again and went to each previously searched room to recheck, looking for key points that were overlooked.

Xiao Lan and Luo walked towards the office area.

Xiao Lan pondered: "Since Yin was born because of the planned design, what should it look like from his perspective?"

Luo: "According to his personality, maybe he should consider what he often pays attention to or shows off."

"Always pay attention to..." Xiao Lan's mind was instantly swept away by the fantasy speeches of "The Merry Scholar-Zhao". To say that this person often pays attention, in addition to showing off that he is reused by the boss, it is probably the young lady of art.

"Let's go to the art office again." Xiao Lan said as she turned to the most normal-looking office.

At this time, the ghost of art and planning has disappeared.

The two searched again in the things left by the art.

Art should be a very organized person before his death, and different things are put according to classification.

They searched through the clues related to the project, and only found the planning files used by the art when making game props. The Fushan Lingquan described above has become very magical. It can not only purify everything, heal the pain and even rejuvenate the old, but it does not mention the source of inspiration for this thing.

The setting draft in the art computer is also based on this description. It is a silver bottle with a classical shape and a complicated structure. It looks very advanced, but it is estimated that it cannot be produced in reality.

The unwilling two began to look in other things again.

Among the piles of things classified as garbage, Xiao Lan's eyes were attracted by a pink envelope.

The envelope looks a bit too ugly. The bright pink background is matched with red roses and love with special effects of golden light. It reveals an aesthetic style that straight men think girls would like. The shape and art of the earth are completely transparent. An office with a refined and fresh feel is out of place.

This self-righteous packaging style reminded him of the planner.

Xiao Lan reached out and picked up the envelope, which seemed to be a love letter.

As soon as he opened it, he was directly confronted with the ugly and very unique handwriting. This guy thought he used the brush elegantly, but the brush set off his handwriting to challenge human comprehension even more.

[I like the dress you wore today. I hope you can continue tomorrow. 】

[Unfortunately, your high heels are too high, I don’t like them, so I’d better change them. 】

[Women, you have to be petite to be likable, so what's the use of being tall. 】

There are traces of severely grasped on the letter paper, and you can imagine how angry the artist will be after seeing this self-righteous love letter. A guy who always thinks you are interesting to him and thinks that all your actions are for him is really irritating.

Xiao Lan guessed that the mood of the art is probably-it's up to you to wear what the old lady wears!

After sympathizing with the art, he went on to look down:

[I am very satisfied with your perfume today, it stimulated my inspiration, I hope to continue next time [爱心]]

[The fragrance seems to purify all the sadness and pain in the world]

There is a beautiful line of handwriting below:

[That bottle of perfume was given by my boyfriend, thank him for going! ! ! 】

Obviously, the art lady at the time was very angry.

Seeing here, Xiao Lan's spirit lifted.

Although the words Fushan Lingquan are not mentioned, the description "that fragrance seems to purify all the sorrows and pains in the world" is very similar to the description of Fushan Lingquan in the previous planning files, and it stimulates inspiration. It is almost certain that this is the source of inspiration for Fushan Lingquan.

Xiao Lan looked towards the window: "Perfume from an art boyfriend..."

Isn’t it the bottle they’ve seen before, custom made, with a perfume that might be a birthday or an anniversary? !

His gaze swept across the window area, but unexpectedly found that the perfume that was originally placed in the small cabinet by the window was missing.

Xiao Lan looked at Luo, Luo shook his head, indicating that it was not him.

Could it be taken away by someone as a clue

"Hehe... I finally found it." A lazy and arrogant voice sounded, and Cheng Wenyi leaned against the door, looking at Xiao Lan with full interest in his eyes.

Shirley sat on his feet obediently, her big blue eyes looking at Xiao Lan brightly.

As soon as Cheng Wen raised his hand, he motioned to the perfume in his hand: "Fight with me, this will be yours, how about it?"

Xiao Lan stared at him: "What is your purpose?"

This guy is a person of reincarnation, and is an advanced player, it is very likely that his status in reincarnation is not low.

What are the reasons for such people to test themselves frequently? For Xiao Chengyan? But if he investigates a little, it is easy to know that Xiao Lan actually only knows little about her father.

Written tossed and caught the perfume in his hand at will, in a posture that he didn't care about the damage of the key props: "My purpose is to be known after you pass my test."

"Now, you win, and the perfume belongs to you. If you lose or refuse, I will destroy it directly." Cheng Wenyi's smile did not change at all: "You may have props to leave the game, but... others Do you have it too?"

Xiao Lan's expression froze.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Wenyi added a new bargaining chip: "How about one more news?-I am the only person in the world who knows the whereabouts of Xiao Chengyan."

"As long as you can win, I will tell you."

"If I lose, I will kill you."

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