The door of the cab had disappeared, and it was lying pitifully on the ground next to it like a piece of scrap cardboard, looking like it had been treated violently.
Xiao Lan checked the door on the ground. The iron door was torn off directly by violence, and there were deep finger marks on it, which looked like a player's handwriting.
The player who entered the driver's cab first had no bad combat power, and was taking a physical strengthening route similar to that of Xiao Lan.
At this time, there was a constant "pop" switch in the cab, and the sound of flapping the iron plate was heard from time to time.
Xiao Lan and Luo walked into the cab.
The first thing that catches the eye is a fluorescent green head with a haircut that kills Matt. It seems that a person is sitting in the driver's seat, who is constantly playing with the old-fashioned console in his hand, and scratching his head from time to time and muttering: "This won't work... This won't work either..."
Although this player has a very strong physical fitness, it does not seem to be very smart, and there is a sense of unreliability that makes people worry about it.
"Hello..." Xiao Lan caught the other's attention, "My name is Xiao Lan, was it the cab that you opened first?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to try if this thing can stop, but it didn't seem to respond at all..." Green-haired Killer Matt turned around as he spoke. This is still a female player, wearing leather clothes and leather pants, she should look very young, but the makeup on her face is too thick, and her make-up craftsmanship still has a bit of Luo's style, which makes her look a little bit obscure.
When her gaze shifted to Xiao Lan's face, her eyes lighted as if she had suddenly reacted: "Xiao Lan... Brother Xiao! You are Brother Xiao, aren't you!"
The title of Brother Xiao reminded Xiao Lan of Zhao Xiaohe who had met in the novice field.
But…
Xiao Lan looked at the excited green hair killing Matt. Even if it was a female big eighteen change, it has only been a few months. Even if Zhao Xiaohe has experienced the ravages that descended on the world, he wouldn't be like this, right
He hesitated to ask: "Are you?"
Lv Mao killed Matt and jumped twice with excitement: "Hello, Brother Xiao! Hello! I am Zhao Xiaohe's friend. I am called the No. 1 Rich and Noble. Brother Xiao, you are Xiaohe's benefactor. Just call me rich."
Xiao Lan: "Rich... Rich, hello."
Maiden, your name is really very personal and makes people yearn for it.
He also wanted to find out about Zhao Xiaohe's current situation before, but because of the large number of junior players and they were scattered among the seventeen player residences, it was impossible to find them.
Unexpectedly, I unexpectedly received news from Zhao Xiaohe. Xiao Lan asked, "How is Zhao Xiaohe now?"
First Rich said: "She has played a lot of games now, and she has a skill. She shouldn't be far away from being promoted to an intermediate player."
Xiao Lan thought of the strong little girl. She seemed to be doing well and making friends.
The first rich and honorable seemed a little excited: "Oh, Xiaohe often talks about you. She said you are amazing. A few words can help her pass the test. She also persuaded her not to believe that others have to work hard on her own. Anyway, you are super super. awesome!"
"I can't be that good." Xiao Lan laughed. "I also spent the novice game very dangerously, and I didn't help Zhao Xiaohe too much. She survived on her own ability."
"Eh~ Xiaohe has told me everything, I remember your quotes." The first rich and dignified face, don’t be humble, recite improvisationally, "I’m not sure of customs clearance, and I can’t afford another person’s life, and I’m not interested in using you to test death conditions."
"Even if someone helps you this time, what about next time? Will you meet the second Lin Yan? My suggestion is-your own life is in your own hands."
"There is also this sentence:'There are still twenty minutes, and you still have a chance to find a clue. If it's not enough, it's almost time, then take a gamble.'"
Xiao Lan: "..."
I feel so ashamed to hear others recite my own quotations. What's the matter...