The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Under the white light, black smoke wafted from the wound on Saman's body. It was not known whether it was a curse or a poison. Ren Yifei's fingertips touched the wound, and Saman frowned in pain.

Saman felt that the fingertips of the player who was very close to him were touching his wound, and it was a little itchy, and the grass was as crisp as the heart of his feet.

"Afei..." Saman spit out two words, and gave up resistance with peace of mind.

"You know it's me again?"

The corner of Saman's mouth rose: "Desolate Corner does not ask about gains or losses, and you are the only one who chooses to save me without hesitation."

The corner of Ren Yifei's mouth twitched a little, and then quickly pressed it down: "How did you get yourself into this? It's really embarrassing."

The role of the amulet is to resist a fatal damage, but the damage has been dealt, the amulet is useless. The Archangel's breath was left in vain anyway - he persuaded himself.

"It's your luck to fall here." Ren Yifei leaned down and pinched his cheeks. This time, Saman looked very tender, like a big boy who had just entered college.

"It's not luck," Samman tried to calm down, his breath was out of breath, a little nervous at the sudden close contact, "it brought me to you."

A small gem fragment landed in Ren Yifei's palm.

"Seeking a ray of life in a mortal crisis, it's called a 'miracle'." Saman handed Ren Yifei what had been thrown on the ground before, with excitement and anticipation, "This is for you."

"What is this?" A small gem box.

"A replica, a replica of the core of the infinite game. Of course, not that powerful, just a third." Saman said lightly.

"..." Ren Yifei was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand and patted his forehead with a 'smack', then patted him soothingly, and said rudely, "Come to kill you."

No wonder he almost died with so many props. The mini game is probably going crazy. One player fishes and enforces the law (Ren Yifei), and the other player makes him have a child (Saman).

Forced to "give birth" to an "infinite baby" that inherits one-third of its genes, is it okay now?

"Are you sure you will give it to me if you find something in your life?" Ren Yifei looked down at Saman's eyes: Go back as soon as possible, don't even think about taking it back if you put it in his pocket.

"When I saw it, I thought it was a good match for you. You may not know that the real body of the Despair Train is a spherical library system. Carrying it is equivalent to carrying a database."

"Wait a minute, can you find the real body of the mini game?" Ren Yifei remembered that it was because he couldn't find the real body of the mini game before that it escaped.

"I have a skill that can digitize intangibles and decompose them into 0 and 1. As for this replicator, it is a one-time item drawn by the diviner's skill before coming here." Ou Huang Saman said.

"It's a pity." Ren Yifei thought to himself, if Saman could come over earlier, the two of them could combine their abilities to deal with the mini-game, what kind of replica would they need? Take the real body with you!

However, just think about it, how can the little game be such a dog, how could it be possible for them to have the opportunity to unite?

Seeing that the wound on Saman's chest was completely healed, just like before the injury, the huge light wing on Ren Yifei's back that wrapped the two of them suddenly dissipated.

Glowing feathers fluttered and flew in all directions.

After that, the players exclaimed one after another from the corner: "What is this? How is my injury healed?"

"..." Ren Yifei looked down at the light feather on his ankle. It automatically found the wound and gently attached it. The wound healed in an instant, and the same was true on the neck.

The skill only says that one person can be selected for treatment, and that he can be rescued as long as he has one breath left, but he did not say that there is still energy left to save someone, and he will restore blood to the players of the same faction by the way.

"It shouldn't be called the Archangel, it should be called the Virgin." Ren Yifei held his forehead.

After returning to his senses, Ren Yifei found that he was still propping one hand in the puddle, half kneeling on Saman, and the distance between them was a little short.

Samant's big boy's face was pink, his lips were as red as cherries on a branch, and his eyes were moist and bright, as if dipped in morning dew, his whole body exuded a signal of "delicious and delicious".

Ren Yifei lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes covered his slightly dilated pupils, he quickly got up, ignoring the regret in Saman's eyes, and pulled him up too.

Most of Saman's body was wet, and his trousers were dripping with water, as was Ren Yifei. When the circulating wind from the playground blew, it was cold.

The paper butterflies and paper mice that had surrounded them before were gone, and there were only some soft soaked pieces of paper left in the water. But the paper-cut children's songs have not stopped, and the attacks from the paper figures have not stopped either.

New paper mice and paper butterflies surrounded them, Ren Yifei picked up the water pipe again, and put the gem box in his hand back into Saman's hand.

Saman thought he didn't want to, and stood up to speak.

"Shh." A finger was placed on his lips, Ren Yifei's eyes were dark, as if hiding a lot of secrets, "I know what you mean. In two days, I'll talk about it in the corner of the barren."

He laughed at himself: "I'm afraid you want to run away when you see it."

Needless to say, both of them understood what this meant. Saman's Adam's apple slipped through a tense arc, his cheeks flushed, and under Ren Yifei's gaze, he was waiting to be pityed by the goddess of luck: "I won't run away."

"Wait until you've seen my real face before saying this."

Ren Yifei turned around and continued to deal with the paper butterfly.

Seeing that Ren Yifei could handle it completely, Saman found a bench with a look of "I'm very good". The man in his late thirties pretended to be a young college student without any burden at the moment, and sat quietly behind Ren Yifei, watching him spray the fan-shaped water waves with the water pipe.

The paper mouse is nothing to be afraid of, the paper butterfly was rejected by the water wave outside the arc, and Ren Yifei still had spare energy, so he told Saman about the 'treasure hunt'.

"Do you know about the Vikings?"

Saman came to the spirit after listening, he just knew.

In reality, Saman started a company to make games. They happened to have a mobile game from the Age of Navigation, and there were Vikings in it, so he also knew a little about this group.

"They operate mainly in Western European countries, so the Nordic five countries should be considered first: Norway, Sweden, Finland, Denmark and Iceland. Then, just go along the European coastline, and there is basically no country that they have not harassed."

Viking pirates have two identities. When they can beat them, they are pirates, and when they can't beat them, they are businessmen. For example, Spain successfully organized a counter-landing, and the Vikings who came over became well-behaved 'businessmen'.

From this point of view, it is really not completely wrong to say that these countries in Europe are shedding the blood of robbers. You can see that the style of conduct is exactly the same.

"We're late, and I don't know how many effective clues we can find." Ren Yifei turned his head and continued to smooth the paper butterflies. "It would be great if we could solve these butterflies quickly."

However, this small game is to torture players with these paper animals, how can they allow them to have props to restrain them? And the Horn of Desolation is also weak, and most of the props and skills cannot be used.

"Have you ever thought that since you can leave after finding the key, why do you have to set up a Mr. X with a very subtle presence?" Saman said with deep meaning, "Maybe we can find another way."

Treasure hunts are routes drawn by mini-games for players, but why follow the official ones? They were not honest breakers.

Ren Yifei paused for a few seconds to flush the paper butterfly, but Saman's words reminded him. They follow the route given by the mini-game, and they are always governed by the rules of the mini-game.

Before following the rules given by the Horn of Desolation, it was because I was eating in the hands of the Horn of Desolation. But the small game is not their real boss, at most it is the boss of the undercover period.

Then what are you hesitating about? That's it.

"I'm bound by inertial thinking." Ren Yifei reflected deeply, he was still used to thinking of himself as an ordinary citizen in the era of peace, and he thought too much about doing things.

As soon as he got through this idea, Ren Yifei found a lot of points that he had overlooked before: "Even if it is a small game itself, you can't change the rules at will. Otherwise, we don't have to be around and cheat when it deals with us. So the hint given at the beginning of the game is this room escape. The key to the game."

At first glance, the prompt said that the players should escape from this secret room and be careful of Mr. X, who is murdering in secret. But think deeply, Mr. X is the designer of the secret room, and only he knows how to leave the secret room.

From the beginning to the end, this prompt does not say that there is a key to help the player get out of here.

In other words: what key are you looking for, go directly to Mr. X!

"When I cleared the first secret room, I found a prompt: Mr. X hopes that he can wear clothes of size M."

Ren Yifei recalled the secret room he had experienced before: "But the third secret room I went to, the first secret room of a certain npc (young man), there was no hint in it. Did this hint appear randomly?"

Saman nodded: "I also met one, in the fourth secret room. The hint is: Mr. X is a loner."

A normal or obese bachelor? It can't be the stupid round head wielding a long iron hook.

Too little information.

Seeing that the paper butterfly was almost killed, Ren Yifei pulled out a piece of gauze from his inner pocket, tore it in half, and wet the half with water to cover his mouth and nose: "Go, go and see who is cutting paper."

He carried the long iron hook in the direction of the paper, and Saman followed closely behind.

They encountered a lot of paper things along the way, but they were all solved by the two of them. It was only then that Ren Yifei discovered that Saman had a lot of props here, one after another. Is his pocket connected to another world?

"The character is fairly rich," explained Sarman, "so I got a lot of points."

"Really?" Ren Yifei thought of the one million and one point fool in their group. It can't be Saman's, it's just throwing money into the water, and Saman doesn't look stupid.

"No one believed it at first, so I spent a lot of money on advertising, and then there were a lot of people selling points. The market changed from a seller's market to a buyer's market, and the price quickly dropped to 50,000 points, and occasionally 30,000 received." Saman was talking about his own business, but he didn't notice that Ren Yifei, who was walking in front, had an increasingly strange expression.

"Then you are quite rich." Ren Yifei looked calm: it was you, the one who explained the 'immunity'.

"No, there are some missing in the middle, so I take orders on the Internet. Someone asked me to check a person's life information and gave me one million."

Ren Yifei: "..."

The author has something to say: Saman: Ah Fei, can I make money to support you? (crazy tail wagging)

hooligan:……