I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Chapter 49: Small ball

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The man in the black vest standing in the front stretched out his hand to pull the old gate open. The gate, which had corroded many parts, made an overwhelming "crunch" and opened it reluctantly.

What appeared in front of the players afterwards was an old and dirty corridor.

The corridor is the same as the elevator, shabby and mottled, the wall skin has been peeled off, and there is a thick layer of stains that has accumulated over the years, exuding an unpleasant smell.

At the same time, there was also a system prompt:

"Ding Dong—"

An unpleasant voice sounded: "Four-Day-End -"

The sound was prolonged, like rotten old wood, and it made the eardrum feel uncomfortable when it entered the ear.

The players looked at the corridor ahead and understood that this was the scene of the game.

And four days, it's time for this game.

The moment the elevator opened the door, the mother and daughter left without looking back. They walked in a hurry, and their backs quickly disappeared in the corner of the corridor.

Players also stepped out of the elevator one after another, and the irregular footsteps of a group of people echoed in the narrow corridor.

Xiao Lan observed the surrounding environment. There were a large number of doors on both sides of the corridor, all of which were tightly closed.

These doors look very old, with scratches left after being used for too long, and they have accumulated a lot of dust. Some of them are still pasted with faded New Year pictures and door gods, and almost all the metal parts of the doors are rusty, and some even use iron wires to roughly entangle the door locks.

It looked like no one lived for a long time.

Except for the footsteps of a few people and occasional conversations, there was no other sound in the corridor.

The corridor was narrow but tortuous. After turning a few turns, the players finally found an open door in the front. Dim incandescent light spilled from the door, bringing out a little warmth in the cold corridor.

It seems that he heard the sound of footsteps, and a person walked out of the door.

It was a middle-aged man who looked very thin. One eye should have turned gray due to illness or injury, and the other eye was staring at the players with a penetrating gaze.

"Hey..." The middle-aged man smiled sullenly, and scanned the players around, "I'm the landlord of 404. You are the one who reserved the room, right?"

The players can only nod along.

"Four days later..." The smile on the middle-aged man's face deepened: "You will definitely have the most memorable party in your life."

Players want to cast aside their role. Do this group of people think their lives are too long? They come to meet in such a place, the last meeting in their lives, of course it is very unforgettable.

In life since ancient times, who has not died, but does not die, why do we have to speed up this process automatically

The landlord turned and walked in. Although the players wanted to refuse, they had to keep up.

Immediately before entering the door, the red-haired, curly-haired Yu Jie approached Xiao Lan and warned softly, “Don’t just trust people who ask for a team. The better you speak, the more you don’t believe it. Sometimes people want more than just It's your life."

After finishing speaking, before Xiao Lan answered, she left with a cold face.

This seems to be an honest person who looks cold and uncomfortable, but in fact he has been reminding the players on the same field not to trust others easily.

Seeing her tall figure, Xiao Lan frowned slightly, why she had to warn her for the second time? The last sentence seemed to be meaningful.

Are you suggesting that there is something wrong with He Rui

The game hadn't officially started yet, but Xiao Lan felt a sense of crisis dormant in the dark.

After entering the door.

It looks as narrow and shabby as the outside.

The walls were mottled and peeled off, and the inner masonry was exposed in some places, and there was a lot of water seepage on the ceiling, which flowed down the wall, and large tracts of mildew appeared on the wall.

At this time, the game was in the middle of summer, and the hot weather combined with the humid and sultry air created an uncomfortable smell in the room.

The originally small interior was divided into many rooms again, and each room was equally narrow. Judging from the rooms with the open doors occasionally, the clutter was piled up in a mess. There are many rooms with wire wrapped around the doorknobs, as if they are no longer ready to open.

Only a few rooms still seem to be living.

It seems that many people should have lived here, but I don't know why these rooms were vacant or even locked.

The landlord stood in front of a room door, beckoning to the players to come over.

He pointed to the room and said, "Which one of you lives in this room? The upper bunk is broken, and only one person can live."

Almost only one person can pass through the room, and there is an iron bunk. The upper bunk is piled with dusty debris, and the bed is surrounded by gridded fences covered with rust. The gap between them is very small, and no one can reach in.

There was a faint smell of rust in the air, and it looked like a cage for poultry in a vegetable market.

It is conceivable that people will feel very uncomfortable if they sleep in it.

"I'm coming." Hongyi Yujie directly selected this room.

The landlord took out a small book and raised his penetrating eyes: "Name."

"Wuting." Hongyi Yujie replied.

The next few consecutive rooms are in the same state, narrow, old and old bunks surrounded by fences. The players also knew that the black vest man's name was Li Haokan.

Xiao Lan and Luo chose the only double room.

It's only because the upper and lower bunks in this room are still intact, and the space is not much larger than the others, except that there is an extra window for ventilation.

Xiao Lan stretched out her hand and shook the iron frame bed, which seemed to be of suspicious quality. The iron frame bed made a feeble "crunch..." sound, which seemed to warn him that it would strike if this continued.

Xiao Lan was suddenly very thankful that Luo didn't need to sleep, otherwise the broken bed might not be able to support the weight of the two adult men.

On the other side, Luo stretched out his hand and tried to close the door, and the door suddenly made a "por-" noise.

Xiao Lan turned her head back in surprise, "You still fart?!"

Luo: "..."

Following Luo's movements, Xiao Lan discovered the talent of this door, and he also stretched out his hand to drag the door several times, so:

"Porch—"

"Porch-"

"Porch-porch-porch-"

Rhythmic serial farts sounded, and there was a sense of presence in a room with rather poor soundproofing.

"Fuck! Who the hell is farting!"

"I woke up all my feelings, there is no end to it!!"

I don't know which of the grumpy neighbors ranted.

Xiao Lan withdrew her hand still intently, and if he continued to play, this irritable old man might be about to rush out.

He turned to look at the room. There were many old posters on the wall of this room, and the star Xiao Lan on it was hardly recognized. The posters are all facing the direction of implantation. If the light is turned off, it will look like a dense cloud of ghosts.

There is a small ceiling fan on the top of the room, and I don't know why, there is a rope hanging on the ceiling fan.

The rope is a very old hemp rope. I don't know how long I have been on it. The color is a little black, and the stains on it almost melt into the hemp rope.

Xiao Lan pointed at the twine: "Is this... Could someone hang up here?"

"According to the quality of this fan, it may not be able to bear the weight of a person at all." Luo thought for a moment and added, "Of course, except for children, but children cannot reach this height unless... an adult puts him. Go up."

Outside the window is the same fake city as the terminal supermarket.

The breeze blows into the room and shakes the hemp rope slightly. The elongated shadow is cast on the wall, as if someone is playing on it.

Although the hemp rope may only be left behind by the former residents, it may also be a death trap. It is just not known whether it is more dangerous to leave it or throw it out.

After thinking about it for a moment, Xiao Lan decided to tear this thing off and throw it out.

Anyway, the probability is half and half, and there are still hot eyes.

When it was time for dinner, the landlord greeted everyone to come out for dinner.

Only then did the players see the other residents here.

A pregnant woman who looks very silent and almost keeps her head down and silent; a couple who can’t wait to stick to each other; and a man who looks sacred and sacred, with his mouth open and closed, saying that “God will punish you”, "Quickly reflect on your sins", like a cultist.

The mother and daughter I met in the elevator before did not show up at the dinner table. Could it be that they live elsewhere

All the meat on the table was glowing red, cut into different shapes and soaked in different colors of paste. Although the NPCs ate with relish, watching these half-baked dishes, the players felt a little upset in their stomachs, and they sat around the table and did not move their chopsticks for a long time.

At this time, the couple like Siamese babies agitated:

The woman put a chopstick to the man's mouth: "Baby, open your mouth, ah—"

Man: "Baby, why do you give me so delicious food~"

Woman: "I hate it, dead ghost~"

Man: "It's not because my baby is sweet!"

The woman was shy and shy: "Oh, you are so bad~"

Players: "..."

Damn, why do you have to eat dog food when you enter the game, it's so greasy! ! !

On the other side, Xiao Lan said that she had a good acceptance of slurs.

He looked like he was eating very fragrantly, which made people almost suspect that his sense of taste had malfunctioned. While Xiao Lan was eating, Luo expertly supplemented his bowl, keeping the bowl in a state of conservation of matter.

Damn, come join in the fun too!

Seeing that the friendly army has fallen, the players still tried to pick up the dishes, although they still had doubts in their hearts. Although the dishes do not taste very good, these are actually the taste of beef.

They finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After eating, Xiao Lan felt like she was sweating.

Although there was no strenuous exercise, the sultry weather, coupled with the poorly ventilated environment, made the whole room 404 a hot and humid damp.

There is no bathroom in the player's room. You must go to the public area outside whether you are taking a bath or going to the toilet.

As a human being, Xiao Lan couldn't be like Luo. Not only did she not sweat at all, but she could clean herself at any time. No way, he could only take out the change of clothes and toiletries that Luo had prepared before from the storage space, and head towards the bathroom.

At the same time, he refused Luo's request to show him the door, which was... too strange.

The light in the bathroom was dim, flashing overwhelmingly from time to time.

Several small compartments were also separated inside, and the door panel only blocked most of the middle position. Through the bottom of the compartment, you can see the ground outside.

The tiles on the wall have turned yellow and cracked, and moss is still growing tenaciously in the gaps. Under the nourishment of the daily bath water, there is a tendency to grow stronger.

Simply, the water volume is fairly large, and the water temperature is also appropriate.

Xiao Lan felt comfortable all over when bathing in hot water. Suddenly, there was a faint sound outside, and under the cover of the sound of water, it was not very real.

Intuition was wrong, Xiao Lan closed the shower.

At this time, the voice became clear.

"Pattern—"

"Pattern—"

It was the sound of a ball on the wet ground. The crisp sound of the ball and the ground was mixed with the sound of splashes of different sizes.

The voice became clearer than that, as if someone patted the ball, step by step towards Xiao Lan's direction.

However, there was no corresponding footsteps.

"Pattern—"

"Pattern—"

The sound of tapping the ball suddenly stopped, just outside Xiao Lan's door.

Xiao Lan saw that in a gap almost half a meter high under the bathroom door panel, a small red ball slowly rolled towards him, and finally stopped at the doorway near Xiao Lan.

There was no figure outside the door.

But the voice sounded abruptly: "Brother, can you help me pick up the ball."

The child's voice is crisp and soft, and he belongs to a child who hasn't started to change his voice, making it difficult to distinguish gender from his voice.

Seeing that Xiao Lan didn't answer, the voice continued: "If my brother doesn't want to, I can come in and get it myself."

This time, there was a naive and childish smile in his voice, as if he was expecting something. Think with your ass and know what would happen if you really let him in.

Xiao Lan glanced at the door of the empty bathroom and looked up at the shower.

Very good, the shower can be taken off.

So, Xiao Lan raised her hand and picked up the shower, adjusted the water volume to the maximum. Then he aimed the shower head at the little ball-it swelled it out.

The wet little ball lay alone on the floor.

Ghost outside: "..."

Xiao Lan retracted the shower and said lightly, "No thanks."