The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

"She hugged me when I was leaving. She dragged on the ground and I couldn't leave. Then I had no choice but to give her a hand."

On the surveillance screen, the suspect wearing a yellow vest and handcuffs is talking.

He raised his right hand, scratched his chin, and his tone was a little nonchalant, as if he was not explaining the crime, but chatting.

"What? What tool did you use to attack the victim?" The young policeman clenched his fists and tried his best to control himself, so he didn't make any drastic actions.

He should be so angry, because in front of him is a family of three suspects in the massacre. It took them several years to find him. When they found him, he was eating wine at the food stall downstairs where the murder happened.

Sensing the policeman's anger, the young man who was sitting crookedly in the chair looked over with a strange smile on his face.

"Well, it's the folding chair next to it." After speaking, he adjusted his posture a little, straightened his clothes, and continued, "Damn, that thing is not easy to play, so I just played it and gave it a discount. It's all like that, whether it's dead or alive, I have to find another bench..."

"Card!"

With the director's angry roar, the studio was quiet for a moment, and everyone who was grinding their teeth turned around and looked at the camera before they remembered, oh, this is filming.

Looking back at the young man in the chair, he nodded and smiled at everyone, no matter how fierce and vicious he was. Although the feeling of heart palpitations was still there, he just didn't feel hateful anymore.

The assistant rushed over with a towel blanket.

Although there is an air conditioner inside, everyone is still freezing, especially the few leading actors in single clothes. In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, they have to perform the anxiety of the dog days, and they are all cold for them.

After replaying it, the director was very satisfied, and greeted the hero with a smile on his face: "Mr. Ren has worked hard, hurry up, bring me a bowl of **** tea."

"You're welcome." The protagonist in the towel blanket had a calm expression, his body trembled like a cat in the rain, even if a few warm lamps were facing him, it was still cold.

The starring Ren Yifei, a handsome young man, is also an 'old drama bone' who has been in the industry for more than ten years.

He is the acting ceiling of this age group. He has won two of the most valuable actor trophies in China, but he doesn't have the hobby of fanning people with his nose.

Of course, directors in the circle like him mainly because he is dedicated to his duties and is a desperate Saburo.

An actor who never worries people, everyone commented on this.

"I still have a few pieces of warm baby over there. Let's take them and share them. Huh...it's really cold today." After receiving the **** tea, he said to his assistant.

The first few supporting characters gathered together, facing a heater, rubbing their hands and stomping their feet and chatting with breath.

When there is a filming, the studio is always so lively and lively in groups of three or five.

The supporting actor who just finished the play took off his police cap and touched his forehead. In such a cold day, he was actually covered in white sweat: "I really thought he was a murderer just now."

Contempt for life, without a king's law, makes people shudder.

"Otherwise, can someone be an actor? It's a pity, it's just too good-looking, and it always delays acting."

"Why don't you delay it? Teacher Ren has grown up over the past few years, and he is less and less like an honest and loyal protagonist. He has to pick up some perverted, neurotic and murderer second male protagonists."

"it's a pity."

On the other side, Ren Yifei was already wrapped in a blanket and got into the nanny car. He avoided it carefully so as not to rub off the makeup on his body - he was too white, so he put on a dark base makeup.

"I'll catch up on sleep, the director will make a few more shots later, and call me then." Ren Yifei lay down and turned off the light sideways.

"Don't worry, I'll call you later."

"Well, hard work."

As soon as the assistant closed the door, the carriage formed a small private space full of security, from the mattress under him to the smell he was familiar with.

Any artist with a full schedule has the stunt of falling asleep anytime, anywhere, and Ren Yifei fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

He was rolled into a ball, with only a tired face and a hand painted with scar make-up on the blanket.

There is a special red rope on the wrist, there is no shadow, and it still glows faintly in the dark.

"Afei, are you awake? No more sleep?"

There was a thunderbolt in the peaceful dream, Ren Yifei sat up straight, and the next second, he fell straight from the place where he was sleeping, and fell heavily.

His fingers touched the gritty dirt, the wind felt on his skin, and the pain in his tailbone made him feel in a circle.

who called me?

what's the situation?

There was light flickering in front of him, and the air was filled with the smell of burning incense candles, and the silent sudden change in the environment reminded him of some scenes that he was reluctant to recall.

Ren Yifei shook his head, and suddenly, his hand touched something, hard and smooth, like a business card.

Before he could think about it, a shadow fell on him, and he raised his head.

He was a young man who couldn't see clearly with the light behind his back, probably in his twenties, wearing a costume of the commoner type of the Republic of China. distress.

This costume is quite elegant, Ren Yifei thought about it subconsciously, but also felt that it was wrong. It was not like filming.

At this moment, the young man was looking at him with a stunned look in his eyes.

"Isn't it, you're so timid?" He smiled and stretched out his hand, apologetically, and with the stubbornness of the young man who refused to bow his head to apologize.

If this is acting, at least it is a golden supporting role.

Ren Yifei's lips were dry, he slowly stretched out one hand, the other hand clamped the unknown card in his hand, turned his wrist, and stuffed it into his sleeve without a trace.

He stood up, flicked the ashes from his body, and found that the one lying there before was a simple 'little bed' built side by side with two long benches covered with pulp.

This place is not made of cement or slate, but rammed earth, and one or two weeds grow in the cracks.

wrong.

The season is wrong.

It was still winter before going to bed, but now my body is very warm.

Not the warmth of the heater, but the moist and vital heat.

He was under one roof, in an open place, and the cool wind came, blowing away the heat that is unique to summer.

Mosquitoes surround my ears, but I can't see any mosquitoes, and there seems to be a stereo sound of chanting, accompanied by a faint cry.

What he smelled was no longer the cold and stillness of the studio. There was the smell of oil and wax after burning candles, the rich incense of incense sticks, and the smoke of some jute paper.

"What exactly is here..."

Ren Yifei looked into the distance, his pupils contracted slightly.

The brightest place in front was actually a mourning hall, with elegiac couplets hanging on both sides, and the white cloth swaying in the wind.

In the dark world, the lights here are bright, like the eyes of a black cat reflecting the fire.

Wake night? !

"You're a little weird." The young man looked at him, his voice lost its warmth, and so did his smile.

He took a step closer, his face cracked like the ground that had lost its moisture, his eyes staring at him without the whites of his eyes, filled with suspicion and inquiry.

Ren Yifei restrained his instinct to retreat and his slightly trembling hands.

"What's weird, you scared me." At this moment, Ren Yifei calmed down instead, and he tried to speak in a familiar and intimate tone, "I was stunned when I fell."

While rubbing the place where he just fell, he pretended to be calm and frowned at the strange face: "What did you call me for?"

This clay puppet-like person looked up and down, and Ren Yifei was still unhappy.

After a few seconds, he smiled, and the split face returned to its original appearance, and it was the same as the young man before.

"Aliang asked me to call you."

Ren Yifei knew that the first level was over, he twisted his arm and glared at the person who came: "Then you don't need to scare me, I got hurt when I turned around and asked you for medical expenses."

The young man couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder: "You are squeamish, I really don't know why the elders like you?"

Yo, this also comes with a personal reminder, but it's like an audition when the directors are casting.

Ren Yifei pressed his hand on his arm for a while, and said tentatively, "I'm good-looking and attractive."

The young man snorted, stared at his face but couldn't say anything to refute, and pushed him angrily: "Go, I'll go to sleep first."

Ren Yifei touched his face, the face of a teenage youth: "Wait a minute, you haven't told me why Ah Liang is looking for me."

"I'm looking for you to play cards," the young man lay down on the stool and waved his hands with his back to the mourning hall. "Or I'll ask you to carry things? Forget it."

After a few conversations, I figured out the opening plot and roughly figured out the character to be played. He was a beautiful, pampered, and squeamish teenager with no patch on his clothes.

Ren Yifei stamped the young man with a 'good guy' stamp and walked forward.

In the front and middle is the hall, and now it is the mourning hall. A bamboo shed was temporarily built beside the mourning hall. Most of the vigils in the mourning hall are relatives and descendants of the deceased, and Ah Liang may be among them.

"Aliang, what are you looking for?" Ren Yifei shouted away before he got close, walking briskly, getting closer to the character given by the message than at the beginning.

A young man with five-to-five hair in front of the poker table raised his head and waved to him: "A Fei, give me a ride, and Ajie always loses."

The young man opposite was unhappy: "Brother Liang, you can't blame me for this, the limelight is not good."

The young people around started booing, and it looked like an ordinary wake-up scene.

Ren Yifei walked over, and the group of young people turned to look at him.

They were all whitewashed faces, with split eyes, and there were some secluded things in the crevices, as if something was looking at his face from the crevices of the eyes, giving people goosebumps all over.

Ren Yifei closed his eyes for a second.

Too exciting.

When he opened it again, these faces overlapped with the mean faces of the most demanding directors in the circle, and the corners of his eyes and brows were all picky.

I can't tell which is more terrifying, but it's a familiar taste, and I feel at ease.

"I'm still stunned right now. When I wake up, I'll kill them all in a while." As he spoke, he squeezed in naturally and stood beside Ah Liang.

The watchmen around him listened, and the boos continued.

The others turned their heads when they heard the voice here, only to find that it was just a group of young people playing cards, and then turned their eyes back.

"That's fine, if this game doesn't work, we'll replace him." Ah Liang said while drawing the cards.

Ren Yifei took a few glances, thinking that he really couldn't blame the opponent for losing, but blamed himself for stinky hands. What kind of garbage cards are these?

Everyone was concentrating on reading the cards. He glanced left and right, carefully crossed half of his body, and formed an angle with the bamboo shed behind him. His fingers quickly pulled out the unknown card just now from his sleeves.

is a rectangular card.

It is very similar to the magic cards and game cards sold at the school gate, which are designed to deceive children.

The back of the card was black, like a boxy coffin. The front was originally blank. After his fingers brushed it, a line of rose gold text appeared on it briefly.

[One of the players is a murderer, find it, or live for seven days. 】

[Identity: Player. 】

[Role: Night Watchman. 】

[Keywords: happy and mourning. 】

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