The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Ren Yifei bit the straw and sucked the soy milk one by one: "What's the matter, sister?"

"Why else? The murderer was only arrested, and these little girls couldn't wait to put on beautiful skirts." After that, she lifted the steamer with four layers to the stove, "Amy loves her to death. ."

"Murderer?" The straw that Ren Yifei was biting on fell, he hurriedly picked it up, and bit it again, "Which one?"

"Don't you know? Didn't it make a lot of noise some time ago? Several beautiful young girls died. We didn't have surveillance in this area, and we installed it all. It's okay to install it, and the thieves are gone." The eldest sister bent down and answered while checking the situation of the other steamers.

"Is the murderer arrested?" Ren Yifei looked curious.

"Catch the net, looks like a thief."

Seeing that he was interested, the eldest sister wiped her hands and took out her mobile phone to show him the video. It was not an official video, but it did talk about the suspect in this serial murder case.

The reason why he is a suspect is because all the evidence points to him, but he refuses to admit it, saying that he killed one.

It looks like an ordinary person, maybe with a layer of murderer filter, so his face is hideous.

Several victims also have photos. Although a mosaic has been added, it can still be seen that they are all young and beautiful girls with beautiful facial features.

It was mentioned in the video that after they died, they were dressed up like large dolls and then thrown into the trash can. Others didn't know it at first and thought they were discarded clothing store dummies.

And the place where these girls had an accident was also in this old city, and they all rented in various scattered apartment buildings. This is also the reason for the official installation of monitoring here afterwards.

The old apartment building in the old town, is there any connection to this copy?

After a while, he had finished his breakfast and was about to pack up the bags and throw them in the trash, when the students behind him took a step faster.

"Hey, wait—" The student ran after the bus.

The eldest sister shook her head: "This Xiaoshi used to have the advantage of being punctual, but now I've lost that."

Ren Yifei threw the soy milk cup he drank into the trash can by the table, then took out a few coins to pay for breakfast, but the eldest sister didn't take it.

"It's not yet the end of the month, what are you doing with this money?"

It turned out to be a monthly subscription.

He took a small jar of aged rapeseed oil from the eldest sister in the breakfast shop and limped back to the apartment building.

After entering the gate, he became careful, for fear of stepping on the glass beads on the ground. The previous fall made him shudder.

In fact, there was not a single glass bead on the ground. I don't know which kind person cleaned it up.

It took Ren Yifei ten minutes to climb up to the second floor. Before entering the house, he habitually glanced around.

Due to occupational safety habits, he will take a picture of his lounge with his eyes before going out, and then compare it when he comes back to see if there is any trace of someone moving.

After all, it is not uncommon to put a camera in an artist's dressing room, put contraband, and take personal items.

However, in reality, no one is so boring.

However, he did not expect that there was a black fingernail-sized camera in the corner of the door that swept through.

The crack of the door is black, the camera is also black, and it is in the corner, so most people won't notice it. However, Ren Yifei has been chased by the paparazzi for so many years and is more sensitive to these cameras, so he saw it at a glance.

After eating breakfast, there is a camera installed next door?

Hiding his thoughts, he returned to his residence, leaned against the door, and closed his eyes.

"Pain..." The words of pain were caught between the teeth and stopped abruptly. The ghost knows what high-tech equipment is next door.

I want to hang up those two unfortunate children and beat them.

Perhaps it was the sequelae brought by the previous system. Ren Yifei could not eat the pain, was afraid of cold, tired and hungry, and didn't want to suffer any grievances. But he can also endure it. As long as he is still filming, he can laugh at you with broken bones.

Rolling down the stairs once is nothing.

Of course, this didn't prevent him from hating, no, hating those two children.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his mood.

Others won't give him a long time, he needs to understand the role as soon as possible and adapt to the living environment of the blind.

Residence is a special existence. In a short period of time, he has to build a one-to-one three-dimensional model in his brain, and he can accurately know where everything is placed with his eyes closed.

He groped with his eyes closed, but the effect was not very good, because there were lights and shadows flickering. And he was still afraid of pain, afraid of falling, and always wanted to open a slit to take a peek.

After thinking for a moment, he took a strap from the hook on the side, tied his eyes, let himself forget his eyes, and only used his ears and hands to perceive the world.

After only two steps, the 'bang dang' hit the coffee table, and even the table fell.

The waist is going to be ruined...

From a certain point of view, a fall on the stairs is not entirely a bad thing, at least it provides an excuse for subsequent bumps.

Ren Yifei sat up in pain, and also straightened the table.

The real dark world makes one feel insecure.

Even with adequate preparations, Ren Yifei bumped several times from the door to the bedside, and his calf turned blue.

"Ding dong, ding dong." This is the sound of the phone, accompanied by vibration.

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and took two seconds to find the call button: "Hello? You..."

"Mr. Song, when will you hand in the dry notes for the last few chapters of "Dream Back to Chang'an"?" There was a teacher over there, very polite, but in a tone that wished to put a knife around his neck, "It's been three days, hurry up. Oh time."

Ren Yifei:  …

"Cough, okay, I see."

There was a hurry: "Just knowing is not enough, you have to hurry up! If I don't receive your dry voice within three days, then I have to... hang at your door in the middle of the night!"

"Okay, okay, definitely." Ren Yifei smiled dryly.

"Remember to send me your email!"

Turning off the phone, Ren Yifei tore off the belt, and wiped off a sweat: I never imagined that it would take work to be an NPC.

He reached for the home studio, opened the glass door, and sat in.

The recording studio is very quiet. Turn on the computer, and the sound of the system is running.

The moment it was turned on, there was an electronic voice talking, asking him what service he needed.

Ren Yifei tentatively said key words such as recording and recording songs.

A page opens automatically.

This is probably a specially installed intelligent system with simple dialogue functions and historical retrieval functions.

So he quickly learned that the original owner seemed to be a dubbing player for the e-book. He couldn't see it, but he could listen to the machine turning the electronic voice, rearrange it, and read it in chapters.

There are a dozen or so completed works in a certain folder, and one is waiting to be completed.

Dub?

Ren Yifei has studied.

In reality, he stayed with a teacher in the drama club for three years, during which he also practiced his lines well, and then he came into contact with dubbing.

In a non-real environment, he learns from a professional dubbing teacher, and will express with different voices according to different roles.

In the TV series and movies he starred in, Ren Yifei has always insisted on the original voice dubbing, and the external evaluation has always been very good.

In the folder are the works of the original owner and traces left by him.

Ren Yifei put on the earphones and started to audition from the original owner's first work.

The first work was saved three years ago. The voice is green and reserved, and it is difficult to let go. When imitating a female voice, it seems very uneasy, and the voice will tremble slightly.

For the second and third, select a chapter from each portfolio to audition.

He could clearly feel the progress of the original owner, becoming more and more calm and confident.

In the latest work, the original owner of the wild school has formed his own dubbing style. He has been learning consciously and has made rapid progress.

"After knocking for a long time, the door has not been opened, and I knew you were inside."

The glass door of the recording studio suddenly opened, and a shadow covered him and the computer, accompanied by a woman's voice.

who? !

Ren Yifei's muscles tensed.

"Yo, work?" A hand rested on his stiff shoulder, and there was a hint of delicate feminine perfume.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a roll of newspaper in this man's hand. Ren Yifei rolled his eyes and turned around with a smile on his face: "Why didn't you call me here?"

He pretended to complain, but there was joy in his voice.

With a newspaper, you can enter the room, this person must not be ordinary intimate with the original owner.

"It's not that I don't have a key." She stood up and put the newspaper away and took a look around, "It's pretty clean, but there are too few things, not even a TV. Let you live with us, it's not You have to move out yourself. Your brother-in-law keeps asking me if he did something wrong."

It turned out to be my sister, the first contact in the address book.

The elder sister was only in her twenties, wearing a dark blue work uniform, her hair was all up, and she was very capable and refreshing.

Ren Yifei put down his headphones, walked out of the recording studio, took two and a half steps forward, stopped, turned at a 90-degree angle, continued to take three steps forward, and then turned around again.

After the first few bumps, he was already a little familiar with the room.

His sister silently watched her brother's skillful movements, with a little more distress on her face.

"Sister, sit down." Ren Yifei patted the sofa and sat down himself, "Mrs. Madam is pretty good, but I just think it's inappropriate to always be so troublesome."

"What's suitable or not? I'm not someone else, I'm your sister."

His sister walked over, sat down on the sofa, and looked around for no takeaway boxes: "I forget to eat as soon as I work, how can I rest assured that you are out alone?"

"I won't forget it next time." Ren Yifei touched his stomach and found that he was a little hungry. Before he knew it, he had listened to it all morning?

His sister looked at her watch and stood up: "It's past the order, and there's no food left for people who ordered takeout. I'll take you out to eat."

"Is it too much trouble?"

"What's the trouble with this?"

It was confirmed that his sister was really a cool and strong girl, and Ren Yifei was dragged away directly.

"Sister, wait, my cane."

Just when I went out, a bitter aroma wafted over, and Ren Yifei covered his stomach, feeling even more hungry - in this early autumn weather, it is suitable to eat some snacks sprinkled with cocoa powder, and a cup with a tablespoon of whipped cream coffee.

The man with the scent of Sweetheart came over. He was the one who saved him before. He was about to go downstairs. He was walking in a straight suit, and he had the identity card of a certain real estate employee on his chest.

Saman has completely abandoned the pretense, and the real estate agent is as powerful as the owner of the villa.

On the other side of the corridor was a young man in a deliveryman's uniform, holding a helmet, his eyes dodging, and he winced.

Sister Song glanced left and right, her eyes suddenly sharp.

"It's Xiao Zheng." She greeted the delivery man first, looking very familiar, "Has the delivery finished?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly: "Ah, yes..."

Sister Song raised her eyebrows. She might think the other party looked a little strange, but she continued, "I'll continue to ask you for Bozhi's lunch and dinner in the future."

"Mmmm." The deliveryman responded in a hurry, then looked sideways at Ren Yifei, and said vaguely, "I'm sorry, I have something else to do."

He turned around and went to the next room next door, near the toilet.

"This little Zheng, why are you looking so weird today?"

She turned to Saman in a suit again, and said politely, "Hello, are you a resident who just moved in? I haven't seen it before."

"Well, I just moved in today, next door to you." Saman nodded, his eyes drifted to Ren Yifei, who was being guarded by a hen behind him: it was the NPC in the morning.

He is very experienced in responding to NPC's questions. Although he will not play the original owner as he is, he will not offend people for no reason.

next door? It was him, the one with the camera.

Ren Yifei's ears moved, as if he 'heard' the sound in the morning, he fluttered his nose and sniffed the fragrance in the air: "Excuse me, is it the gentleman who helped me in the morning? I haven't thanked you properly yet. "

This series of actions made Saman inexplicably embarrassed: Is there any strange smell on me?

"What helped you?" Sister Song turned her head when she heard the key, her eyes were murderous, "Who deliberately bullied you again?!"

The author has something to say:

Sister who protects the cub: Who did it? !

Smell the fragrance and know the beauty.

Salman: ?