The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Saman's senses are keen, and he felt it when Ren Yifei observed him. However, walking on campus for the past two days, such gazes are not uncommon, and he did not take it to heart.

His original identity is special, and from his private information, there is a faint danger signal of 'I am a ghost'. He knew then that this copy would not be good.

Did this happen to happen during the Mercury retrograde period, or did the Horn of Desolation secretly jab back?

Fortunately, he did not sit still.

"I hope my preparations are useful," Saman thought to himself.

"vice president."

Saman raised his head and saw a boy with a subtle expression running over. There were two girls behind him, one looked at him defensively and the other looked at him vigilantly.

There is no doubt that the original owner's lawsuit...

"What's the matter? If it's about sacrifice, I'm sorry, I have nothing to say." The experienced Samant opened his mouth to say this.

In the past two days, he has been blocked several times. However, regarding the sacrifice, the original owner did not leave much behind.

Saman searched the bedroom and checked the mobile phone and computer, but still found nothing. I don't know if it's because the things are hidden too tightly or because the other party didn't keep them at all.

"The vice president is really a noble person who forgets things. A few days ago, I said something about a nightmare, and you were kicked out of the group. Now, I still have the same question, is there a ghost in that sacrifice?"

The boy's voice was really hurried and fast. Although he was pressing his throat, he could still hear the anger that spewed out and the emotions he wanted to vent.

Saman, who felt that he was innocent, spit out a sentence insincere: "Sorry?"

Ren Yifei was stunned. He didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so lighthearted. His entire face quickly turned red within two seconds, showing the extent of his anger squeezing.

"How can you do this?" His eyes were even forced to wet, "You proposed this, this **** sacrifice, it made me, made us like this... just when I beg you, you Leave us alone, what can we do?"

However, Saman really had nothing to do. The original owner didn't leave anything, and he was even more at a loss than these people who came to the door.

"You want to escape your responsibility?" Yu Yan asked suddenly, while she protected Zhao Rui behind her.

"I'm not evading responsibility, but I really can't help it." He spread his hands and said that he was powerless. However, this action seemed to anger the boy on the opposite side.

"There's no way?" Ren Yifei's voice rose high and then lowered behind him. He glared at Saman with a bit of disbelief, "This is your proposal!"

"Yes, it's my proposal, but just because I mentioned it doesn't mean I can solve it."

The original owner didn't know who got into the body, and only left a mess and no solution. For the current situation, Saman can only deeply regret.

"Ha." Ren Yifei's eyes quickly turned red, but he laughed, stretched out his hand to wipe off the wetness from the corner of his eyes, his expression sank, even a little hideous.

"Zhao Rui, other people in our club who have doubts, please look for them. I'll invite the vice president to drink tea." He was like an honest man who was pushed to the top, as if he had turned black. To Saman gritted his teeth, "Now!"

"Okay." Zhao Rui immediately bowed her head. She can fully understand the pain and anger that Ren Yifei is breaking out at this moment, because when she was on the brink of death countless times, she was also so angry: Why? I can not be reconciled!

If it wasn't for her friends, at some point she wanted to drag the culprit to **** with her.

Saman didn't move, and he was looking forward to such a club gathering. Instead of letting these people come to the door one by one, it is better to let the players know at one time that the vice president has been replaced, and it is useless to find him.

By the way, their players can also get together, so he can recognize people.

Zhao Ruifa's letter in the group quickly attracted the members who had been affected in the past few days. In less than ten minutes, Ji Rui θ was secretly messing with Ren Yifei and even smelled the aroma of the oxalis flower inside, sweet, quiet and secluded. With a seemingly ordinary calm and calm.

There are people with such characteristics in the top ten, the school, the arts and sciences.

And this person with the scent of mignonette is the president of the club. He is gently saying to Saman, "We are all willing to believe in you, but there are some misunderstandings that need to be resolved between each other."

Saman was surrounded by people, but he didn't change his face, he even wiped the table and ordered a cup of tea.

"There is indeed some misunderstanding between us." Saman said, "Maybe you don't believe it. During that time, I was confused, I was not myself, as if I was controlled by some other creature. Looking back, I can't remember anything, even watching The video feels unfamiliar."

Having said this, he sighed: "In fact, I want to know more than anyone else what happened during that time."

"..." Ren Yifei.

"..." Wen Li.

Are your acting skills brought about by your boyfriend? It's obviously fake, why can you act like the real thing? If I didn't know that you are a player, I almost believed it.

Yes, Wenli recognized Saman yesterday. After all, there are only a few high-end players with cleanliness, plus that ignorant tone, and the habit of looking at people first by looking at micro-expressions, 90% of them are. saman.

But she didn't do it right away. As we all know, Saman has many life-saving tools.

At this moment, Saman has set up the stage, and Wenli twitched the corners of his mouth and acted with him: "You don't even know what you are doing?"

"But you kicked me out of the group three days ago." Ren Yifei dismantled the stage coolly beside him.

Saman glanced at him: "Because I don't believe it, I'm an atheist, I don't believe this. But these two days... Several related people died. I suspect..."

"I don't believe it." Ren Yifei questioned with red eyes.

Saman looked around and found that many people had the same eyes. Of course they didn't believe it, and even hated it to the bone.

"This is the end of the matter, then I will not hide it." Saman closed his eyes, as if he had made a difficult decision.

Everyone else looked at him to see what flowers he could say.

As a result, Saman ripped off the collar of his clothes, revealing the brand on his collarbone. It is a symbol like an oracle bone inscription, but the most special thing is that the wound actually has the same effect as the burning of golden red charcoal fire.

"Since yesterday, this kind of trace has appeared on my body. I also want to know what happened to me." Saman's tone was calm, but there seemed to be a kind of depression in this calm.

Looking at the abnormal wound that seemed to be burning, and then looking at Saman's silent face. The originally aggressive classmates were actually a little guilty: "I didn't expect you to be so miserable."

Ren Yifei followed the crowd with a surprised expression, but he was applauding in his heart. This move revealed that he could save a lot of points, and it also showed that he was not a gang.

The players knew that Saman's character must be the culprit, but they didn't expect that the priest was so cruel to himself.

This wound is not fake, the dungeon is to destroy their rhythm.

"Since everyone is a victim, if we unite, there may be a chance." With this voice came a strong and domineering aroma of wine.

Chen Shen also arrived, she didn't come alone, she also brought an old woman with her eyes closed.

"I feel a trace of remaining power," the old woman opened her mouth, her voice was extremely hoarse, as if being burned by hot coals, "Someone used the power of living beings to open up a passage that shouldn't exist."

If it were another time, the old woman would be so rambunctious, no one would pay attention. But the people present were all people who were troubled by mysterious power. When they heard it, they raised their heads excitedly, and could not wait to ask: Can I still be saved?

"Is it the devil?" Someone asked impatiently.

"It's an object that humans can't pursue and look directly at." The old woman raised her head and opened her eyes. There was a white membrane in her eyes, "Reinstate your fears, don't look, don't think."

"Is there no way?" someone asked.

The old woman shook her head again and again, and showed a look of horror: "Find the passage, cut it off, there may be a chance of survival."

Then she turned to Chen Shen's direction: "I'm sorry, I can't help you. I'll give you the money back." After speaking, she left with a cane, leaving behind a group of people who were shocked by their hearts. direction of the lamb.

"We must cooperate." Chen Shen said to the crowd.

This time when she said this again, the members all nodded subconsciously: "That's right." In times of panic, the collective can bring a sense of security.

Ren Yifei:  …

When everyone's attention was on the old woman just now, he covered one eye by scratching, and there was blood in the deep part of that eye, so he also 'saw', that The old woman is simply an ordinary person with excellent acting skills.

Not to mention yellowing, it is simply a dull red.

Another actor, has the number of actors today exceeded the standard?

Having said that, Chen Shen actually thought of using magic sticks to achieve his goals. Sure enough, these players are not limited by formalities, nor are they bound by rules.

Ren Yifei still has to maintain a worried persona, otherwise he would have been overwhelmed by a sip of milk tea at this moment.

At this time, Chen Shen, who had come over from Cone, had already spoken to Wen Li, who had panicked. Although he didn't know who the other party was, there seemed to be some wonderful telepathy among the master players, and it was easy to identify who was his opponent.

However, Wenli itself is not the type that has to be in power, so after two sentences of dialogue, he handed over the management.

"But what did the goddess mean just now? She said that someone opened up a channel that shouldn't exist, and I probably understand what she meant. But then she said that it was an existence that couldn't be seen directly, and there was fear..." Speaking People are also dizzy.

"About this, I'm afraid we have to find our vice president directly." Chen Shen turned to look at Saman who was holding the tea.

Saman smiled back, as if dead pigs were not afraid of boiling water.

"It's the sacrifice of a small tribe in Yunnan." At this time, Ren Yifei, who had been tensed all the time, suddenly said, holding warm milk tea in his hand, as if he wanted to draw some warmth from it, but his face was still pale, "Al- And... I dreamed of ruins in the sea."

"Who are you?" Chen Shen looked at him.

"He's Zhang Zhengyuan, and three days ago, he made an appointment with Wei Jie Yu!

Ren Yifei nodded stiffly, and then his face suddenly turned paler: "I also saw... eh?"

His eyes widened slightly, and after a few seconds he even shook his head with an incredible expression: "I can't remember it, it seems that there is a huge monster... But I can't remember what it looks like."

"Are you an art student?" Wen Li asked suddenly.

"Yes, I'm a sculpture major." Ren Yifei didn't know why.

Wen Li smiled slightly, his smile seemed to ease their tension: "It seems that people who are more sensitive to art can feel that abnormal power faster and more deeply. To some extent, this is probably an affirmation of your talent. ?"

"Ah?" Ren Yifei still didn't quite 'understand'.

"That is to say, you may be the next one to die." A scent of poppy fruit blew in, and the player with the scent of Limulus Limulus appeared.

"So, can I follow you to observe how you died?" Ke Bei smiled slowly at Ren Yifei.