Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game

They start to identify with their NPC identity, they start to recognize the role that the mastermind has given them. They start -- really become, the characters in that script.

Like this man in black. Maybe he really thought that he was the man who was jealous and killed his wife directly. He was the man in black with the machete who was chasing everyone in his son's nightmare.

He has become that murderer.

Then, the tragedy in the script is no longer a false tragedy, but a real one.

Like Wu Shen, he is not willing to make a six-year-old girl into a doll. The people who play the role in the game are, after all, a minority.

And such as Dai Wu, who live an optimistic and fearless life, and even enjoy themselves, are even more rare.

Xu Beijin has been in the narrow building for many years, watching with cold eyes. It is really difficult for him to be like the audience in the live broadcast room, while lamenting the family tragedy of the little boy, and using the setting of this is just a game to comfort himself.

He simply can't do it.

He always sleepily half-opened his eyes, and despite his handsome features, he had dark circles under his eyes. He always looked like he couldn't sleep, or never slept.

He was always in a daze, as if his thoughts were extremely empty, and if he used his brain more, he would be so sleepy that he couldn't sleep for a long time.

However, he clearly knew that the humans in the narrow building were about to die.

They are about to end. The actors, the missionaries, all the humans trapped in the narrow buildings, they are about to die.

Xu Beijin sat there silently.

It seemed, he thought, that the drink Ringo had given him did the trick. His mind was so active that he thought of things he didn't want to think about at all.

...Well, it really shouldn't have been a fight with Ringo.

Xu Beijin slowly let go of those thoughts, just as he had always done.

He relaxes and yawns wearily. Since Ringo was sitting not far away, he was careful to make the yawn look more refined.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was still swiping the screen to discuss the encounter between the little boy and his mother.

There were obviously only four viewers—five, and one new viewer. Although he didn’t pay attention to Xu Beijin’s live broadcast room—they showed a mighty force on the public screen of the live broadcast room. .

Xu Bei looked at their bullet screens and found no important information. The series of thoughts just now made him feel a little uneasy, but he still continued to be a qualified anchor, or rather, director?

At least he is trying to present a better perspective and lens for the audience.

For the taskers, their responses were more focused on the use of the information disclosed by the supermarket cashier.

Now they know the full backstory of the nightmare, the purpose and symbolism of the scenes.

So... what's the end?

The third pondered for a moment, and hesitantly put forward his own opinion: "Since the death of the deceased is a misunderstanding, then... the master who wants to unravel the nightmare should let the murderer realize this and admit that he committed the crime. Did you make a mistake?"

"It may be the case for adults." Mu Jiashi calmly analyzed, "but for a ten-year-old boy, he may not understand why his father killed his mother suddenly, and he has no idea what it is about. Bend around."

The missionaries looked at the little boy at the same time.

The little boy pulled behind Ding Yi and looked at them timidly.

Mu Jiashi touched his nose in embarrassment: "Of course, you don't have to listen to me, I..."

The Selfish Man sneered, "You're a piece of shit, loser. Right?"

"Yeah." Mu Jiashi glanced at him and admitted very frankly, "I am a waste and a loser."

The selfish man choked for a moment.

He never imagined that Mu Jiashi would directly admit these two terms so shamelessly.

...is this a glorious thing?

The second brother said impatiently, "Could you please stop for a while? We don't have the egg time to quarrel with you."

The Selfish Ghost took a deep breath and said, "Is that so? I wanted to tell you guys, I know something..."

Beside him, the ghost was hesitant to say anything, showing an anxious and nervous look.

The selfish ghost dragged his tone, as if waiting for someone to keep him, but everyone ignored him and discussed the outcome of this nightmare on their own.

He took a deep breath in annoyance, and then said loudly, "Okay, anyway, everyone knows about the information, so let me add the last one."

The supermarket was silent.

The Selfish Ghost finally felt a little more comfortable. He smiled and said, "I've had this nightmare once."

A barrage of "Beibei is too strong" flashed across the live broadcast room.

The rest of the missionaries finally got serious.

The Selfish Ghost said: "At that time, we almost learned so much. We made a mistake and said the number was right, and then found the little boy. In fact, it is quite simple to report the number.

"Then another group of missionaries went to the service area, and also heard from this guy that the killing of the dead woman was actually a misunderstanding, so I felt that if this misunderstanding was solved, the true ending could be achieved. now..."