The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The room of the squatting player at home was full of takeaway boxes, and there was a sour smell mixed with spoiled food.

He didn't feel it at all, so he calmly sat in the trash heap and waved at the deliveryman: "Sit, you're welcome, what do you want to drink?"

The deliveryman looked at the mess in the house, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he laughed dryly: "I'm not thirsty, you're welcome."

In the past three days, the squatting players at home have eaten at least 20 takeaways, and the whole person has the smell of the kitchen swill bucket in the back of the restaurant, which is greasy and corrupt.

For some players, the biggest benefit of playing games is 'eating'.

The food in the Desolate Corner is really too expensive. He only plays the game once, and it only covers the basic three meals a month. If it is a little 'entertainment', this amount of money is not enough for a month.

That is, in the game, he can eat so much.

"A vicious criminal..." The news was still being broadcast on TV, and the young host had a sullen face and a serious tone.

The deliveryman raised his head, and his eyes met the host's on the screen. Although his lips were smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.

The squatting player at home opened the take-out box, intoxicatedly inhaled the aroma of fried food, looked up and saw him facing the TV, and turned it off: "This TV is always showing some unknown things."

"You're right." The deliveryman looked back and said with a smile.

"It will be the fourth day soon," the deliveryman glanced at him and sighed again, "The players who have not been exposed, the next is the blind selection stage, I have always had bad luck. You are better, at least you have a partner, he always There will be no death."

He didn't say it was okay. After saying this, the player who squatted at home froze in his heart, bit his chopsticks, and his face became darker.

If Saman already knows his purpose, then his situation is not only no better than that of the scattered players, but even worse.

Since that person could design a killer who came in to fight back, how could he be merciful to him?

The players who squat at home feel more and more that the existence of Saman is a threat to him, more than the threat of "ghosts".

"It's time, I'm going to deliver the food first. That's it anyway, why don't you find something to do to pass the time." The deliveryman stood up.

The squatting player at home thought about his own business, and it took a few seconds before he recovered: "Oh, you are busy."

The deliveryman had already opened the door, and he suddenly turned his face: "You want to open some, maybe we are lucky?"

The squatting player at home squeezed his chopsticks tightly and did not speak.

The deliveryman left, and after a few minutes of dead silence, a bowl of takeaway fried chicken nuggets, still warm, was smashed against the wall.

The squatting player's eyes were red, and since he agreed to Tianhong's request and entered this game, he had no choice.

Killing Saman, he still has a chance of life, even glory and wealth.

If you don't kill him, you will be killed by Tianhong's people after you go out.

The squatting player at home took out the treasured props, the props specially prepared for Saman.

Saman cleans up the red light district and offends too many people.

Dongfeng is just a Mingqi that has been launched, behind which are various forces that are deeply hidden.

By destroying the red light district, Saman not only offended the forces that made money and those beautiful men and women, but also offended people like them who worked hard and just wanted to be happy.

"Saman, you can't blame me for this. If you want to blame it, it's your fault for causing public anger."

He broke the chopsticks, his eyes fierce.

The hour hand turned half a circle, and it was noon. Ren Yifei's takeaway arrived. He was still not a takeaway player, and he didn't show up for two days.

"Didn't he deliver it here?" Ren Yifei asked the unfamiliar deliveryman.

"No, I met him before, so I'd better go this way." The deliveryman said while handing over the takeaway box. Seeing that Ren Yifei was inconvenient, he carefully stuffed it into his hand.

Ren Yifei took the takeaway box and said with a smile, "You know him very well, are you a colleague?"

"It doesn't count, this one is often encountered."

"Oh, what happened to him these days?"

"Is there? It's the same as before. You are..." The deliveryman was a little strange, why he asked so many things.

Ren Yifei shook his head and said embarrassedly, "We are neighbors. I'm a little worried that he won't show up for a few days."

Seeing him so embarrassed that the delivery man blushed, he also felt that he was suspicious and thought too much, and sighed with emotion: "Xiao Zheng is not easy, he has no father or mother, he has to rely on himself for everything, and his work is also very hard. "

"Do you all work late?"

"Isn't it? Hey."

After sending the delivery man away, Ren Yifei closed the door, the takeaway box in his hand was steaming hot, but his heart and lungs were cold.

He stood in a daze, and for a long while, he covered his face and laughed softly.

"I just noticed something so obvious now."

To be a delivery person requires familiarity with many routes and contact with different people. It is difficult for ordinary people to adapt to this job at once. At that time, he should have thought that there was definitely something wrong with Xiao Zheng.

The "ghost" inside is either Xiao Zheng himself, or someone who is very familiar with Xiao Zheng's work.

It is very likely that it is Xiao Zheng himself.

The "player exposure" we met on the first day was basically a play, a play directed and acted by Xiao Zheng. This drama fooled them all.

From that moment on, the play begins.

Chunzhi's mother-in-law killed the monk and pretended to be very beautiful. The boss of this dungeon is even more beautiful. He actually pretends to be a player from the beginning, which is vivid.

Looking at the takeaway box and the time, Ren Yifei stood up, took a deep breath, and reached out to organize his clothes.

He is used to arranging his clothes to relieve stress.

Because, just now, a very crazy plan popped up in his mind.

Ren Yifei was betting that the 'ghost' could not shoot before eleven o'clock.

He walked out of the room, and by coincidence, the door of the next room opened with a creak.

"Mr. Lin?" Ren Yifei asked.

"Well," Saman looked at the direction of his footsteps, not the stairs, "Is Bozhi going out?"

"Ah? No, Xiao Zheng, who delivered food before, hasn't shown up for two days. I'll go see him." Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head. His eyes were still foggy, but his smile was soft and harmless.

Saman opened his mouth, wanting to say that it might be dangerous, and remembering the rule that 'ghosts' can't harm NPCs, he stopped talking: "It's noon, has Bozhi eaten?"

Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head: "I'll eat it in a while, how about you?"

Saman looked in the direction of the floral shirt room, where he was about to go, but said, "I'm going."

The two nodded to each other, said goodbye amicably, and walked with their backs.

Ren Yifei touched one by one, his fingers touching the cold house number.

Remnants of the years adhered to the painted house numbers. However, the house number in the room where the takeaway is located is very clean and seems to be wiped frequently.

"Xiao Zheng, are you here?"

Ren Yifei stood at the door, raised and lowered his hand several times, hesitating: "Isn't it a good thing to rush to the door?

"No, otherwise it's still considered..." He seemed to flinch a little, reached out to touch the door, and wanted to go back.

The previously closed door just opened at this time, and the deliveryman stood at the door with a surprised expression on his face, and his eyes were full of surprises.

Ren Yifei was startled, he instinctively shrank, and it took a long time to ask, "Is this Xiao Zheng's room? If not, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"Yes!" The deliveryman's voice was slightly higher, and his calm expression cracked.

"It's me." He repeated in a low voice.

Behind the deliveryman, on the computer table beside his bed, everything at the door was playing on the screen.

The cold electronic eyes on the door frame watched quietly, recording everything that happened.

On the computer screen, Ren Yifei, dressed in warm white clothes, is in the background of the sunny sky outside. It was originally a pleasant composition, but this picture was broken by a dark shadow that suddenly invaded.

The deliveryman looked at him, the door wide open behind him.

This is a very clean room, things are well organized, everything is placed where the owner is most comfortable, there is no illogical flaw.

The living habits of two people will not be exactly the same, but there is no trace of 'two people' in this room.

Ren Yifei caught a glimpse of several self-portraits on the wall, in the style of Fauvism, with bright and strong colors, and the scars of the big centipede on his face were particularly prominent.

It's not a shame, it's more of a show.

On the first day of meeting, he seemed to have shown Ren Yifei the scar. The scar that should have made people feel inferior seems to have become one of the tools for the other party to screen.

There is a desk with a shelf next to the bed, and a small gray mannequin on the edge of a row of books.

That's the articulated person that the illustrator used as a reference when drawing the human body.

A 'ghost' is a person with a foundation in painting.

Ren Yifei's eyelashes flickered, putting away all the emotions he shouldn't have, and when he lowered his head and looked up, he put away all his expressions: "Sorry, did you disturb me?"

Seeing the visitor flinch, the delivery man forgets to be calm and cautious.

This is not good.

The hunter tried his best to calm down his excitement, and the more the prey came to the door, the more careful and cautious he had to be.

His fingers were trembling, and he couldn't wait to squeeze the thin white neck, like a swan, or a poor little lamb.

The beautiful and pure lamb is near, what devil does not love such a sacrifice?

"It's okay, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Ah, haha." Ren Yifei was embarrassed, his hands and feet were so confused that he had nowhere to put them. He laughed dryly: "I have nothing else, just come and see, it's fine if I'm not sick. I'm sorry."

He said he was sorry again, and was about to leave.

The delivery man was still a little puzzled, because 'Song Bozhi' is a very shy and not sociable person.

At this time, he understood that this was probably a tentacle that the poor little snail carefully stretched out, and touched it softly, thinking that he could make new friends.

The deliveryman's eyes were filled with pity and even more extreme love.

This soul is so lovely and clean, and the world is so dirty. It is a regrettable mistake to allow pure white to be polluted. It is better to keep this clean forever when he is the cleanest.

The deliveryman swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if swallowing a mouthful of greed that was about to be uncontrollable, his fingers tightly gripping the door, his veins bursting.

"Do you want to come in and sit?"

"This is the room." Saman had reached the door of the flower-shirt room, holding a set of keys in his hand. It was from the administrator a few minutes ago.

Although the apartment was dilapidated, the doors were locked, and the pricking was too conspicuous.

Saman opened the door and came in, and everything inside stopped at the moment when the floral shirt disappeared.

There are traces of the lives of two people in this room. After removing the very few traces that belonged to the 'flower shirt player', the rest belonged to the original owner.

A typical young man's room, messy, with strange surprises in every corner, or smelly socks, or a little strong.

Saman's pupils contracted slightly, and he raised his head: "It's not him."

With just one glance, he made such a judgment.

The murderer killed several people in a row, but he never made any mistakes. He was a keen and meticulous person who was very good at collecting, sorting, and thinking. He had a strong desire to control himself and others.

How could such a person, his room, be in such a disorderly state?

Saman turned sharply in the direction of the door: if it wasn't for the floral shirt, it could only be the deliveryman and the mysterious ninth person. The deliveryman is very likely, he meets all the conditions.

Whose body is the delivery person in?

About 1.75 meters tall, he is familiar with this script and is good at disguising. Because he is obsessed with blind young people, he will definitely find ways to see him.

The blind young man goes out twice a day, once in the morning to eat breakfast, and once in the afternoon to take out the garbage, but he still opens the door twice, that is, when taking take-out.

If a person is obsessed with another person, even killing people is like a gift, how can he miss the opportunity to meet a little bit?

Saman pursed his lips tightly, if this person had been shaking in front of the blind youth's door from beginning to end, he would have found out earlier.

But the 'ghost' just couldn't hold back on the first day of the dungeon, and saw the blind young man, but he didn't appear directly in the next two days, so he was also confused.

Wait, that blind young man... seems to be looking for a deliveryman?

Sheep into the tiger's mouth!

Saman strode to the door and opened it directly.

The moment the door was opened, the squatting player at the door grinned directly, unabashedly exuding malice. A huge picture frame in his hand rushed towards him: "Go to hell, Saman."

The author has something to say:

'Ghost': I am me, I am a firework of a different color.