The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

"Hahaha, you are too exaggerated." The companion didn't believe it. "Accepting a failure will not affect everyone's evaluation of you."

So don't tell such a lie that can be debunked at once to describe your failure.

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not," she rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I don't want to meet this person again in the future. It hurts my self-esteem."

"That's because your eyes are not good. If you meet the boss, you will show your true shape when you meet him."

Mu Zhi subconsciously wanted to refute, turned his head and remembered the great achievements of his boss, and hesitated:

Although the boss was coaxed around, but who is the boss, the famous disguise master 'Nian Qianxi' was seen through by him at a glance. Seeing through that player isn't a skill with two eyes?

"Speaking of which, when will the boss come? If I don't come, I'll have to eat."

"Ah..." Suddenly there was a discordant noise downstairs.

The two of them stuck their heads out, only to see the singers and dancers on the stage stop moving, the crowd cracked, revealing a scarlet carpet below, and the beautiful men and women hunting found a surprise, posing and eager to try.

Before anyone was close, the people on both sides looked at the other side and opened their mouths to say hello. Even the host of the banquet came to the door to greet her new girlfriend with a white and beautiful skin.

A man in a black uniform pushed open the door, with the cold light outside, and walked over the scarlet carpet with a few people, the ambiguous warm light of the banquet spread from his bushy temples to the gold-rimmed glasses, which outlined a gentle picture. handsome face.

He smiled at the crowd.

"Ah, it's the boss!" Mu Zhi upstairs was pleasantly surprised.

"Brother Samant." The middle-aged man squeezed up and greeted him with a flattering smile, "You come here to play too."

"Mr. Dongfeng invites you, how can you not come?" Saman stretched out his white-gloved hand and shook it.

Here, Dongfeng listened carefully, and the smile on his face became even more smug. He smiled and shook hands with him: "Brother Saman! If I knew you were coming, I would have someone pick you up."

Saman's smile didn't change: "I won't go in. I want to chat with Mr. Dongfeng about something. Do you think we are looking for a place, or?"

Dongfeng heard something wrong, and his smile hung dry for two seconds.

"Today is my girlfriend's birthday, I'm putting it down beforehand, and we'll talk about it later. Don't worry, there's time." He reached out for his brother to put his shoulders together, but was blocked by a white glove.

"You mean you don't want to talk anymore?"

Saman is still smiling, gentle and elegant, but the smile is not enough.

"One person in charge of each venue, but Dongfeng's business has become Hong En's site. We all have rules in our work. I don't know if Mr. Dongfeng is going to go bankrupt, or is he going to pay for his life?"

There was a moment of silence at the banquet, surrounding their guests, and even the beautiful men and women holding their breaths nervously, for fear of breaking the sudden silence.

"Ha, ha ha, little brother Saman really likes to joke," Dongfeng let go of his hand around the woman, "I personally told Hong En's boss about this."

Saman retracted his right hand and looked at Dongfeng: "I am responsible for this matter."

As we all know, Saman's site does not allow people to buy and sell, this is his rule. Whoever breaks his rules is deliberately seeking trouble.

Dongfeng's people not only invaded his territory, but also broke his rules by hitting him in the face.

Dongfeng's business is quick to make money, but it's all stained with blood. They intimidate and lure those young and beautiful newcomers to sell, sell their dignity, sell their personality, and in the end, they can't sell, and they can only beg for death.

Saman forgot why he became the person he is now, but he still remembers that some money cannot be earned.

Dongfeng held it in his stomach in one breath, and he felt his face turned blue.

"Give me face." He reluctantly said, his eyes became fierce, as if to say that if Saman didn't give him this face, Saman himself would not have good fruit to eat.

Saman chuckled and bit off a white glove: "You don't give me face."

Several of his subordinates stood up in the crowd, and Dongfeng's subordinates on the other side also stood up.

The guests fled in all directions, and the two sides had already fought together, pushing them all the way to the point where countless tables and chairs were broken.

Knowing that her force value is not high, Mu Zhi hid in a safe corner for the first time. The small metal flying insect lying on her ring flew away from the ring and photographed everything on the scene.

The game props purchased in the mall have no effect on the players. Everyone uses cold weapons such as sticks, knives and guns, and a few use guns and ammunition that can only be purchased with silver shells.

Silver shells are scarce items, and guns and ammunition are naturally scarce items. So these rush scenes always seem a little less exciting.

However, in the game community, players cannot kill players, and if they do too much, such as cruelty, they will be punished by the official.

So everyone will choose a simple way of fighting, rather than having to use precious firearms.

Players in the community are immortal. No matter how serious the injury is, even if the head is chopped off, as long as it is in the player community, it will definitely recover slowly. However, if the player wants to enter the game, the disability will affect the game, so it is still very dangerous.

In addition, a large amount of money will be deducted for bad fights and killings between players, so there is a **** feud between players, and they all choose to solve them in the game. If they die in the game, they really die.

After three lives are used up, it disappears immediately.

Dongfeng pushed his girlfriend away and pulled out a gun, but Saman kicked his boots to the ground.

He looked at Sven's fairness, but he was extraordinarily ruthless when he got started.

Dongfeng was stunned by the kick, and the bench lifted by Saman was knocked down like a rainstorm. The gun in his hand was knocked down and picked up by the younger brother next to Saman.

A face to face, Dongfeng has fallen to the ground. Saman dragged a chair with one hand and sat by himself, with the chair pressing against Dongfeng with one foot.

His hair was not messy, the corners of his clothes were neat, and he slowly took off the other white glove.

Tonight's East Star City was as lively as ever, but Ren Yifei on the other end fell asleep peacefully in the evening breeze.

A boxy concrete room with a door and a window, a wooden bed and a bathroom, without even a lamp.

Attaching the ground belt to the building template cost Ren Yifei less than fifty white shells. At most, a little daily necessities and bedding were added to make up fifty white shells.

He fell into a deep sleep, breathing evenly, and the strange red rope on his wrist glowed blood red.

Ren Yifei had a dream.

It seems to be a set here, everyone is very tall, he looked up at the strange world, with a little curiosity and happiness, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes.

There was a woman's voice in the dream: "Director, director, give this child another chance."

"It's not that I don't give it, he doesn't cry... This time..."

There was a voice of someone speaking intermittently over there, and it was vague, and both the person and the voice were separated by several layers of frosted glass.

He stood there staring blankly, tall shadows passing through his body.

These shadows seem to be talking, but they are a world of their own and have nothing to do with him. He just finds it new and interesting.

In this strange world, only one person is clear.

It was the back of a woman, in a red dress, as bright as freshly squeezed flower juice.

The woman in red turned around, she had a very beautiful face, like a flamboyant rose.

The woman walked towards him step by step and stood in front of him.

He looked up, his neck tired.

The woman's face turned against the light, and she vaguely saw the sharp teeth in her mouth: "Are you still smiling?"

He stood in the shadows at a loss: laugh, isn't it good?

A huge hand fell from the sky and grabbed the doll in his hand.

I don't know when this doll appeared in my hand. It is a black rabbit with a lot of bald spots on its ears that have been bitten by small teeth. Oh, seems to be his beloved.

Knife-like claws grew out of the woman's fingers, pulling away his doll and tearing it apart.

She opened her mouth, her voice like a flash flood: "Cry for me—"

"I hate...I hate acting."

The short child raised his head and looked at him through the dream with a similar face.

"I know," Ren Yifei said, "but the world is so bad, no matter where you go, there is only one way to go."

Ren Yifei woke up and looked at the cement ceiling.

nasty dream.

He touched under the pillow, it was not home, and there was no sugar under the pillow.

No sugar, no joy.

It was pitch black outside the window. There was no moon or stars here. There were colorful things floating in the sky, but the light of those things was weak and could not dispel the darkness.

Facing this silent night, he didn't know how to get rid of this stuffy mood. A dark cloud was pressing on him and he couldn't breathe.

Ren Yifei's fingers rubbed the red rope, and the red rope flashed red, blood-like red.

The Desolate Corner, that white screen system called it here.

A world different from a civilized society.

The last underworld system that came to the door turned him from a human into a ghost. What is this one going to do?

Here, shell coins are used as the currency in circulation, and everything depends on purchase. The only shopping mall has a sinister explanation: all products in this mall do not have the ability to reproduce.

He has to pay for three meals and travel.

It seems that no one is forced to participate in the game here, but the word "demanding money" is written everywhere.

About the Horn of Desolation, about the game, he didn't rush to know immediately.

Ren Yifei is too sleepy, he wants to rest.

Everything other than sleep can be put aside.

The world outside the window is still pitch black, but his world has changed. Ren Yifei has entered his world of thinking.

It was also a small room with four sides of cement boards, with countless books hanging from the ceiling, pressing down like a black cloud.

Every book there is a character, a character created by Ren Yifei.

He lay on the cement board, looking at the cloud of books above.

A book fell and fell into his hand. On the writing stood a cheerful and smiling young man, wearing a faded jacket and sackcloth, and stepping on a pair of shoes with melaleuca soles, standing there lazily, Not even.

hooligan.

Looking at the idle hands, in fact, the blood is not cold.

It's nice, it's hot.

He leaned on the book and felt all kinds of warm and soft emotions from the book.

For a moment, he felt like a cold-blooded animal lying on a rock, lazily basking in the sun, being warmed by the sun, and he inevitably had the illusion that he actually had a temperature.

But the sun receded and everything went back to the way it was.

Feeling the temperature of the book, he slowly closed his eyes, letting his soul stretch out as if it was being basked in the sun.

It's really warm, Ah Fei's emotion.

"Look," he said to the immature child in the dream, "we are such creatures, we can't live without acting."

The author has something to say:

SCP containment: A Fei, a cold-blooded animal that burrows out of the dark underground when the sun is shining, puts its head on the slate and lazily basks in the sun, and changes shape into white hair and red eyes. Acting SSS, risk D.