The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

"Would you like to go in and sit?" The takeaway once again sent out a warm invitation.

"It's so disturbing."

Ren Yifei raised his head, the play contained in every subtle movement and expression.

As soon as he heard the invitation, surprise flashed across his face, as fast as an illusion, as if the children heard their friends invite them to play at home.

But after that, when he remembered some bad memories, he showed anxiety, unease, and hesitating to avoid, and his smile was reluctant.

In less than a second, a past that could not bear to look back was constructed, so the rejection became excusable.

How is my play? Ren Yifei looked at the deliveryman and signaled a challenge.

The delivery man tried his best to restrain himself. It is daytime and weekend. These players are in this apartment building, looking for clues.

The day is the player's time, and unless the 'ghost' is identified, the player cannot be shot.

If Song Bozhi, who is an NPC, is attacked now, it doesn't matter if the game fails. The worst thing is to be discovered by the player, and then be identified and forced to challenge.

These players have many strange props in their hands. Once he is challenged and fails, he can only become a doll for others.

"Come in, aren't we friends?" The takeaway was persuading, "Between friends, don't be so unfamiliar."

Come on, cute little lamb, as long as he enters this door and closes... what he does after that is his business. He stayed in this strange game to fulfill his last wish - to complete his final work.

Even if he was locked in a small dark room for hurting NPCs, he was willing to do so.

"Friend, friend?" Ren Yifei was smashed by the sudden word "friend", he rubbed his fingers embarrassedly, and wiped off the dust that was not on the corner of his clothes, "That, my name is Song Bozhi."

He was so serious, but the deliveryman choked, stretched out his hand wordlessly, and briefly shook it.

Soft, human palms, with slender fingers folded together, sent out an invitation.

It seems that the delivery person has not had physical contact with humans for a long time, so that this moment is a little trance.

"I keep calling you Xiao Zheng, but I don't know what your name is." Ren Yifei said with a smile.

what is it call? It was too long, the deliveryman thought for two seconds and remembered his name: "Zheng Hui."

"Zheng Hui."

What a nice name, it's a pity it's tainted by filth.

Ren Yifei's smile brightened.

If you directly identify the 'ghost' now, the game will be cleared and everything will be over. This guy will continue to fight wits and bravery with players in this dungeon, without guilt or pain.

Why?

What about the young women who died in vain?

Inexplicably being targeted by a pervert, what about the original owner who was so scared that he wanted to move overnight?

"Next time, I bought takeout at home. If I don't eat it, it will get cold." Ren Yifei shook his head, his eyes rolled up, "It would be great if you didn't get sick. Then leave."

Saying that, he waved his hand to say goodbye, but his hand slapped the deliveryman's wrist. He was stunned for a moment, and his face flushed: "I'm sorry, cough, then I'll go first."

"It's okay anyway," the deliveryman quickly returned to the house, took something, and then came out and closed the door, "I'll go to your house and sit for a while?"

Ren Yifei's face was a little uncomfortable, but he still said, "Okay."

Saying that, he touched the wall with his hand, confirmed his position, and walked towards his room step by step.

Because he was so familiar, Ren Yifei basically didn't need any assistance. He calculated his steps and arrived at the door of his house. When he reached out and touched it, he was sure that it was the doorknob of his house.

"The house is a little messy, please come in." He opened the door, went in first, and waited for the guests to come in.

The deliveryman's eyes were fixed on him, full of greed and looting, and with a certain excitement about making the perfect piece.

He stepped into this room, which he had seen countless times, but it was the first time he had walked into the room openly.

The wide open door is like an open embrace, and everything inside is unobstructed.

From the lunch box on the coffee table to the neat bed, the owner's name is written everywhere.

The breeze blew in from the door, cold, with the coolness of autumn. The deliveryman opened his eyes wide, his nostrils fluttered, and his breathing was short.

This is the place of the little lamb, and his breath is everywhere, gentle and harmless, and there is no more suitable altar for sacrifice.

The door was gently closed, and there was a sound of metal and wood hitting each other. The sound was a little dull, and the flowing wind stopped. The deliveryman heard the sound of breathing approaching behind him, which was very steady.

He was about to turn his head and, with a wolf-like attitude, let the little lamb know how terrible the world was for people like him. The back of the neck was suddenly hit hard, and the eyes were black.

I don't know how long, the deliveryman woke up and found something was wrong.

He was on a chair, his body was bound by thin plastic ropes, his body was weak, and he almost fell to the ground. And his mouth was covered with cloth, and his mouth was very wide, and he could only breathe through his nose.

This is……

"Are you awake?" The man on the sofa didn't turn his head, just turned his ear.

"Sorry, is it too tight? It's the first time I've tied a human in real life, so there are some things that are not satisfactory. But it doesn't matter, I will become proficient in the future. Well, it's good to have a few more times."

This is a blind young man, his eyes can't focus, and his behavior is different from ordinary people.

His expression was soft, his voice full of apology, and a little shy and shy, and he seemed so polite.

The delivery man felt that he couldn't breathe for a moment. He struggled desperately, and the chair didn't move.

Ren Yifei is having lunch.

Today's meal was a little dry, so he stood up and poured a glass of warm water, and sat down with his hands touching the back of the sofa.

"Huh? Why didn't you speak? Are you angry?" Ren Yifei looked in this direction, "Amnesia" forgot that he blocked the mouths of others.

The familiar nervous expression, the familiar gentle voice... But there is something strange written everywhere.

"Don't be angry, don't you like me? I feel it, your sight..."

He nervously touched the rim of the teacup over and over again, with a little excitement: "I am so happy to be around every moment from day to night."

"When did you 'saw' me? While delivering food? Do you want to know when I 'saw' you?"

He turned his face slowly, those eyes were clearly not focused, but scattered: "Because of me, I discovered your secret."

The deliveryman's heart skipped a beat.

"A lot of young girls have died recently. They say that the eyes of those girls are very similar to mine. Those eyes have been dug out and filled with fake ones." Laugh out.

"Xiao Zheng," Ren Yifei called out, causing the deliveryman to sweat coldly on his forehead, "It's very convenient to walk through the streets every night, right? Who would be wary of a deliveryman delivering food to you?

"You are practicing, how can you best fit me with fake eyes that are really fake?

"It makes me so happy..."

The delivery man was breathing quickly and his face was blue. Looking at Ren Yifei's gentle expression, he felt a sense of absurdity in a dream.

"If I go to your room at this time, I will definitely find a lot of surprises." Ren Yifei said the happier he said, but the conversation changed in the next second, "But why should I expose you? It's boring."

"I have already felt your enthusiasm, but this hot feeling will gradually fade with time, every time."

Ren Yifei's voice dropped, he bit his fingertips, as if he was talking to himself: "What should I do? What should I do to keep it?"

He suddenly raised his head: "If you really like it, you'd be happy to die for it, right?

"How do you want to die? With a knife, there will be bleeding, no washing. Or strangulation? But I heard that suffocation can cause incontinence, and even sexual pleasure. How can such a dirty thing be used to insult such a beautiful and pure feeling ?

"You understand, you understand me, right?"

Ren Yifei suddenly took out a disposable syringe full of unknown liquid: "Ah, why don't you use poison, you can maintain the best posture of your body...

"I found this from you. Is it the same kind that the girls use? You brought it here as a gift, and you must be satisfied with how it works. You must like it." The more he thought about it, the more Thinking this is the best, cheeks flushed with excitement.

The delivery man's mind was soaring, even a little sore.

He couldn't accept that his little lamb, the most perfect work he had chosen, actually!

It was as if the white rose living in the heart fell into the blood of the mosquito, and the pure white color was dyed black and red by the dirty. His eyes were red and his blood vessels nearly burst.

He can't accept this!

"Huh?" Suddenly, Ren Yifei stopped talking, listened for a while, and put a finger on his lips, "Shh."

what is it?

It took a few seconds for the deliveryman to hear the sound. It was a sound of slightly hurried footsteps, from far to near, and slowly stopped at the door.

The room suddenly became quieter, and the deliveryman looked at the door.

At this moment, he actually hoped that he would be discovered and woke up from this nightmare.

"Dong, dong, dong." The door was knocked three times.

Ren Yifei seemed to smile, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and stood up.

"Guess, who is this looking for?" He opened his mouth to speak silently, and his smile became more meaningful.

The deliveryman watched him walk over, pulled the door handle with his left hand, stuck his head out carefully, and asked with some doubts, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Saman narrowly avoided the picture frame that was covering him, kicked it away with a kick, stretched out one hand, grabbed the squatting player who didn't respond, and pressed his backhand into the rushing picture frame.

The squatting player at home was shocked. He struggled desperately, and his fingernails left a few scratches on Saman's arm, but the man had been pressed into the picture frame, the upper body became a two-dimensional, and the flopping feet below were still three-dimensional.

Saman took a step back, watching the frame devour the player with cold eyes. Once this thing gets on it, it can't escape unless the sucked body part is chopped off.

Squatting at home is almost dead.

Although the props are good, it depends on who is using them.

To deal with the top 100 players on the Star Ranking, Tianhong actually sent such a small character over? I don't know who is insulting.

However, Saman thought about it, the main force who killed him was the killer, who was just a dispensable pawn. One uses long-range props, the other is close to him, and then uses this kind of close-up props, Tianhong probably thought that two-handed preparations would be foolproof, so he lowered the requirements for this new player.

The picture frame is like a huge vortex, no matter how hard the squat player struggles at home, he is still completely sucked into the frame.

A picture appeared in the huge frame of a person without a face.

It rests quietly against the wall, like a real picture frame - of course, it is a real picture frame now, it's a one-off prop.

Closing and locking the door, Saman scurried toward the deliveryman's room.

The deliveryman's room was empty, the doors and windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn. Saman wanted to take out the spare key and thought about putting it away.

Through the gap in the curtain, he saw a disposable paper cup on the windowsill with some round glass beads in it. On the first day he came, the blind young man stepped on the beads as he rolled down.

Was the 'ghost' present at the time?

He chose to watch the blind young man roll down... to confirm whether the blind young man was a player?

Saman faintly felt strange, but he couldn't say it.

He carefully recalled the scene of that day again, from the blind young man accidentally rolling down to the disappearance of the glass beads, and replaying every detail.

No difference.

Then he walked towards the blind youth's room. The doors and windows were closed, and there was no sound inside.

Saman thought for a while and knocked on the door three times.

The door opened, and a cautious head stuck out, even speaking timidly: "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

He didn't like this little white rabbit-like person the most, but for some reason, Samant breathed a sigh of relief: he was fine.

He tugged at his neckline, adjusted his breathing, and asked in the polite tone of a neighbor he had just met and was not familiar with, "Have you seen the delivery man?"

"Xiao Zheng? No," Ren Yifei breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the familiar voice, smiled and said to Saman at the door, "He doesn't seem to be at home."

Saman glanced at the room, because of the angle of the door, he could only see the corner of the sofa, the bookshelf and the bed. There was a half-eaten meal and a cup of steaming water on the coffee table.

eating?

"Then don't bother."

"Okay, bye."

After Saman left, Ren Yifei gently closed the door, closing off the outside world and the only passage here. The hand on the doorknob also held a disposable needle.

He turned to a corner that he could never see from the previous angle, and slowly approached, step by step.

The man sat on the chair with a gray face, his eyes lost the light, and he no longer struggled and resisted, as if all the meaning of life had been shattered.

Ren Yifei smiled in that direction, his smile was full of healing power, and his voice was as gentle as drizzle: "The person who disturbed us has left, and now is alone time. Are you happy?"

The delivery man used all his strength, turned his face "ruthlessly", and his heart was ashes.

The author has something to say: Ah Fei: Hi, Lamb.