The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The farce in East Star City continued, and Saman lowered his head and lit his cigarette. He doesn't smoke, he just likes to watch the cigarette burn for fun, so he will get a little smoke on his body.

"Boss, news from Tianhong." A subordinate brought the intercom.

"No big or small, that's our person in charge."

The subordinate pouted.

Saman received the communication, he frowned, and then released it for a while.

"Stop." Saman dropped the cigarette in his hand and ran over it with his boots. The people who shouted and killed immediately stopped and surrounded him.

He stretched out his wrist and checked the time, it was getting late.

"If this matter is not resolved, I will come again. Goodbye, Dongfeng. Say hello to the people behind you for me." Saman took the people and turned to leave.

"Saman, you are just a mad dog raised by Hong En!" Dongfeng yelled.

Saman turned his head, and his subordinates immediately gave way.

At the end of the road, Dongfeng was lifted up by a subordinate, and he turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood: "I heard that Hong En's second-in-command is Sun Qingxu, Saman, how long can you be arrogant?"

Saman's subordinate's anger changed, but Saman just glanced at him and said with a smile: "It's good to do it yourself."

The group left the banquet, and the players on the street avoided one after another.

"Boss, he..." The subordinate still has something to say.

Saman raised his hand, and the people behind him immediately shut up.

"What's the matter, let's go back and talk about it."

The streets are flashing with neon lights, and there are all kinds of players on the road, and suddenly there is an illusion that he is still in the real world.

This is of course just an illusion.

Desolation Corner is a slow-burning hell.

East Star City is the most disguised place in the world among the seven major cities, but it is a pity that demons are demons, no matter how they look like, they are not real people.

Demons eat people, and so do players.

In the morning, the fragrance of dew-stained flowers came with the wind, Ren Yifei woke up from his dream, he took a deep breath, and let his breath take the breath of nature.

Ignoring everything else, just looking at this wilderness, Ren Yifei thought it was a good place.

Fortunately, thousands of miles without people.

He went to wash up, and the mirror showed Zhang Shuangxue's pale face, the end of his eyes was slightly raised, with a little careless evil spirit.

For the last role, he lost more than ten kilograms, but he was handsome but demonic. He looked like a demon who went down the mountain to harm the world, and he lacked even more popularity.

The director said that he needed this kind of visual impact, but Ren Yifei suspected that he was just using this "evil spirit" to reduce everyone's attention to his appearance.

In the past, when he played a criminal, critics thought it was not good. He was too good-looking and too real, which easily damaged the children's three views. Who the **** knows why children want to watch that kind of movie?

Teachers always sigh: delayed by appearance.

Fortunately, there is no such trouble in the future, and it is not my own skin when I enter the game.

"Dear player, good morning, it's sunny and rainy today, do you want to go out for a walk?" The white screen claiming to be guiding the wizard appeared again, full of energy.

Ren Yifei replied good morning, and he started shopping for breakfast.

A piece of bread, a glass of milk, a fried egg and half an apple, which is the standard configuration of Ren Yifei's breakfast, and a total of 3.8 shell coins.

He eats dozens of white scallops for his three meals a day, which is ridiculously expensive compared to other things.

If you play it once a month, with a minimum living allowance of 600, I'm afraid it won't be enough for three meals.

In the mini garden given by the purchase of the cement house, he set up a small square table. This place is said to be a garden, but in fact it is overgrown with weeds, and in the corner is the Mrs. Hedgehog, or Mr. Hedgehog, whom she has seen before.

He gave the other half of the apple to the hedgehog, and they now enjoy the morning sun and breeze together.

"dear……"

The guide elf only said two words, Ren Yifei raised his hand, it didn't know why, and subconsciously quieted down.

He closed his eyes, the morning light blurred his profile, and it seemed to be coated with a warm light: "Did you hear it?"

"what?"

"The sound of birds chirping."

Guide the elf silently to open the "Host is no small matter" manual given to him by his predecessors, and see how to respond in order to appear mature, stable and experienced.

Here Ren Yifei has opened his eyes: "I want to buy this wasteland, how much?"

Guide Wizard:  …

The rich and used master is like this. He is down for a while, and he still has the stars and the sea in his heart.

"Your money... may not be enough." The guide elf tried to protect the host's mind.

"Well, I know, so ask how much you need."

After guiding the wizard to report a number, Ren Yifei thought about it and nodded, "Yes."

"It's not 120,000, it's 300,000." The guide elf reminded him, "And the annual land conservation tax must be paid one-tenth of the purchase price."

"Yes." Ren Yifei, who has never been frustrated with money in reality, smiled slightly, "As long as you earn it, you will have it. It's just a matter of time before this wasteland belongs to me."

Ren Yifei continued to eat bread, looking at his "own" wasteland, and felt even more lovely.

"Is it snowing here in winter?" He suddenly thought of this. In winter without snow, he lost a bit of surprise and beauty.

The guide elf was stunned for a moment: "Down."

Ren Yifei nodded, and in a few days, let's plant a pine tree in the garden in front of the house. He likes the fragrance of pine branches under the winter snow, and also likes the drooping ice.

Mood's beauty index rose 0.01.

Their system comes with a 'player mood graph', but in it it's an almost straight line, up and down hardly more than 0.05.

It suspects that the host is an artificial intelligence.

With laughter and scolding on his face, his inner world is like an ancient well, neither sad nor happy, what kind of state is this?

Guiding the elves to doubt Thongsheng.

"300,000 is not a small number, and the daily expenses are not low." The guide elf couldn't help but emphasize that, unlike in reality, the money here is more difficult to earn.

Money equals life, and in the desolate corner, money is the truth.

"I know, food is expensive." Ren Yifei nodded.

In fact, he is a person who lacks the concept of money.

Because he has been acting since he was a child, he has been paid a lot and has few extravagant expenses, so he has almost never been short of material. And since childhood, assistants take care of life, so "expensive" or "cheap" usually means two strings of numbers with different lengths.

But at this time, he felt that the food was 'very expensive'.

This only shows that the food here is really expensive, so expensive that he couldn't help but silently calculate his daily food expenses when he placed an order.

"If players are worried that things are expensive in the mall, they can go to the store opened by players. They buy raw materials, make them and sell them to earn a little price difference." The guide wizard suggested.

"No, I'd rather spend more money and reduce these troublesome steps that waste time and energy." Ren Yifei was leaning on the white plastic chair lazily, but now he turned halfway, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "And, I just like making money, not saving money.”

"Compared to how to save more money," Saman leaned on his luxurious sofa in the luxury residential area of ​​East Star City and said the same thing, "I still prefer to earn more money from games."

"But Tianhong..."

"Cough," Salman reminded, "it's called the person in charge."

Several people in the living room looked over and said, "He's already like that, why do you still respect him? Besides, he's been doing more and more tricks recently. Are we going to continue to tolerate it like this?"

These are his followers, and they are not fair for Saman.

If nothing else, just talk about what happened yesterday.

It is obvious that Saman is in charge of the Dongfeng matter, how much effort did it take to get the handle? Tianhong is good, he sold all the hard work in one sentence, and slapped Saman in the face.

Who can bear it?

That's right, Hong En was founded by Tianhong. But it can develop so fast, and Saman, the second-in-command, also has a lot to do. As a result, after being promoted to the boss of East Star City, he kicked out Saman and promoted a guy named Sun Qingxu again.

Mu Zhi was so angry that he put the coffee cup on the coffee table, made a heavy noise, and said dissatisfiedly: "I think he is addicted to listening to people call him a boss. Do you really think he is the emperor of Dongxing?"

Saman frowned: "That coffee table is expensive."

"Sorry." Mu Zhi picked up the teacup again and found that there was a small crack on it, so he covered it up with a tissue and pressed it with his hands.

"Cough, in short, Tianhong has gone too far this time!"

A group of subordinates loyal to Saman expressed their opinions. As one of the targeted members, they had a long-standing grievance against Tianhong, and they only waited for a fuse to explode.

"I'll get the book tomorrow." Saman said slowly, looking at their indignation.

The living room was quiet: "Didn't you just go to the game a few days ago?"

"This time, it's with the newcomer, the task above." Saman frowned and let go.

"What? Tianhong actually asked you to bring new people?" Several of the subordinates present immediately changed their expressions, "Too deceiving, who? We did him."

"Sit down and calm down."

He opened a can of coffee: "I just told you that if there is something urgent, I will hand it over in two days. As for other things, don't worry about it."

"Boss, your temper is really at a disadvantage!" The more he is like this, the more worthless everyone is for him.

After chatting for a long time, the subordinates who came with him left one by one. Everyone has their own business. Time in the Wilderness Corner is as valuable as life.

After the people left, Saman pressed a button, the curtain of the room was automatically drawn, and a dim light was lit in the room.

"They left?" A bewitching man with fox eyes turned out of the utility room. If the previous people hadn't left, they would have been shocked. This was the 'Ning Chen' Sun Qingxu who was reviled not long ago.

"It's hard for you to deal with these idiots," Sun Qingxu sat down and poured himself a glass of water, "I heard that while you were making trouble for Dongfeng, you directly blew up Dongfeng's ecstasy cave? Dongfeng's gold-sucking weapon 'Chunyulou' 'Dongfeng is going to be mad at the relocation in the next few days. Here, what you want."

He put a piece of paper on the coffee table and took a slow sip of water.

"Isn't stupid cute?"

Saman threw the coffee can into the trash can, loosened the tie that was tightly tied to him, and unbuttoned it again, and the gentle smile of Sven slowly disappeared.

The dark mirror reflected his face. The man in the mirror was reckless and cruel, and there were no words related to warmth in his eyes.

"Be silly and live longer."

The author has something to say:

Saman: I've never lied to anyone, and no one has ever lied to me.

Alfie: Really?

Volume II: Neighborhoods