The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

"Ah!" Ren Yifei, who was sitting in the car, rubbed his nose and asked the audience in the live broadcast room, "Did you miss me?"

"Fuck, don't talk about the anchor, something big has happened!" The audience in the live broadcast room stomped their feet in a hurry, and could not wait to remind their anchor to find a safe place to hide.

However, Ren Yifei in the live broadcast didn't know anything and was still thinking about what to eat for lunch. His live broadcast room and the live broadcast room of the player next door seem to be on different planets, and the style of painting is completely different.

Even the person in charge with the luggage in the attic, oh, Lin Guanyue, was a little less hostile because of the cheerful words that contained the sweet smell of delicious food.

At this time, the much-anticipated flour processing factory, Jian Lang licked his dry lips: "How did you find out?"

Compared with her current situation, she is actually more concerned about the fact that the "perfect crime" is no longer perfect.

"Everything in this world, as long as it is done, will definitely leave traces, even if it is your so-called perfect crime."

Perfect crime? As soon as they heard these four words, the audience in the live broadcast room knew that today's plot was unusual, and there must be some secrets waiting for them to dig.

Of course, there are also some audience conspiracy theories, suspecting that this is a deliberate attempt by the show to attract attention. This kind of thing is not uncommon, and the integrity of entertainment programs cannot be overestimated.

"It's just funny, how can there be such a blatant crime? It must be a script that has been arranged a long time ago."

"Yes, is it a program effect?"

"But it looks real to me. Jian Lang is not an actor, how can they cooperate so well? And it's completely different from He Zhaoming next door."

"This is to increase the authenticity. If it is true, then blow it up to me, he doesn't dare."

"The above doesn't need to be said too much, right?"

"Wait, don't make any noise, it's starting over there."

There was silence in the live broadcast room for a while, and they were all nervously waiting for the follow-up development.

"Seven years ago, you were all high school students. It's amazing. Other people's summer vacations revolved around cram schools and summer homework. You created an explosion, killing three people, seriously injuring more than ten people, and still not dripping water. Get out of your body."

There were clapping and sarcastic laughter on the radio, as if they had done something amazing.

Jian Lang twitched the corners of his mouth, his forehead was sweating all the time, but he could calmly think about countermeasures: "Are you going to kill us on the live broadcast? It's a crude way of killing people."

"It doesn't matter, it's easy to use." The voice on the radio was still calm.

"How can I let me go?" Jin Yufei, who had been quiet for a long time behind him, suddenly said, "The crime is committed in full view, and the impact is bad. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will be extradited back."

"Ah, one pull four, then I earn." The voice actually laughed, as if hearing something pleasant.

But the more this is the case, the more ugly the expressions of the four people in the arena.

If the Avengers get out of control, or have obvious weaknesses, they can still find a weak spot and maybe save their own life. But this person is obviously going out of his way. He has arranged so much, and there is always something to gain.

The first two people who were taken away did not dare to move. They had no ropes on their bodies, but they knew that there were still snipers here, and a headshot from a distance of 100 meters would not be a problem.

Compared with the two players who still have a fluke mentality, they don't want to bet on whether the people behind the scenes are soft enough. The first person to be taken away, he really swallowed cyanide. If he drank one more drink before dinner, his life would be gone.

Even if he is rescued now, the side effects are still there, and he is really afraid.

The man behind the scenes doesn't care about killing or not killing at all.

Time seems to pass very fast, in the blink of an eye, it has been ten minutes.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, and every second was a torment.

On and off the field, people's breathing was depressed and sweat was on their foreheads. They didn't know what the fate of these people would be.

At this time, Ren Yifei had already arrived at the villa. He raised his head and looked at the attic window that was never opened during the day.

The man was upstairs in his room, on the top floor, in a small attic, so small that it could only be used to raise pigeons. If he wanted to get in, he had to step over the guardrail on the stairs.

But why go? This person said it yesterday, and he will definitely start today. Looking at the configuration of flour and bombs, it is obviously prepared for revenge. Maybe the bomb button is being pressed at the moment.

stop him?

just forget it.

Ren Yifei thought about it carefully, only dead enemies are good enemies.

Don't slaughter these **** at this time, what will happen next? At most two years in prison, maybe they can be released after two years, and then continue to live prosperously.

It makes people uncomfortable to think about it.

Maybe someone else said: "Isn't he dead?"

Social death also counts as 'death'?

Social death is not a punishment at all for people with low morals. Only those who usually have high moral requirements for themselves will think that social death is a kind of death. But for people who are born or acquired with a low sense of morality, social death just makes their popularity worse.

Even if it is on Ren Yifei himself, he does not think that the death of society will have any impact on his life.

Ren Yifei sat on the sofa and shook his legs gently: "Can I order? I want to eat coffee-flavored mousse cake, as well as creme brulee and sweet vanilla milk tea."

It's better to destroy the garbage quickly, it will affect the mood. It's so annoying... The Lord is not here at the moment, let's take a sip of a substitute to continue life.

I don't know if the desserts upstairs are fragrant.

With ten minutes left, the audience saw the string of numbers, sweat running down their cheeks, not to mention the parties involved.

The two bound, although they couldn't move their hands and bodies, they could lower their heads and see the series of numbers that kept shrinking, from ten minutes to nine minutes, which was just a few breaths.

Jian Lang closed her eyes. She thought about the real estate that she just took a fancy to. Is her beautiful life going to stop here like this?

Not worth it.

Those mediocre incompetent people can live, why should she die here?

"You won! You won!" Her voice snapped sharply. "What do you want? Repentance? I do regret it now, but what can I do? I can go back and tell that stupid young man, Don't try things other than the light easily?

"I can't, I'm sorry, I can't... It's useless for me to regret it."

Jian Lang raised her head, tears washed away, her delicate makeup was in a mess.

"You can say a little more. Your team's record is not only about this. Well... there are still nine minutes." The man's voice on the radio was still indifferent.

The four people in the arena all looked at the source of the sound, and their bloodshot eyes lit up with fear. The four of them are like people who are about to starve to death when they see a big meal. Even if it might be poisonous, how could they not be able to resist it?

The four figures burst out with strength in an instant, and they began to repent, talking about what happened in the past, what they committed themselves, and what others committed.

In just five or six minutes, the amount of information exposed by the four made the audience in the live broadcast room forget to close their mouths.

"Are they... the devil?"

If it wasn't for the devil, how could he kill a stranger who has nothing to do with him just for fun?

The supermarket explosion is not the only case of this juvenile crime team. The perfect crime is like a drug. Once it is completed, it becomes addictive.

From the age of sixteen to the age of eighteen, in two years, the crime team that he knew in the 'Master of Reasoning' had created seven 'accidents'.

The supermarket bombing was the deadliest.

But the most terrifying thing is not this. These few people actually placed reflectors on a certain high-speed turning section. After adjusting the angle, they can stab many drivers in the eyes. The section of the road where they placed the mirror saw a 13 percent increase in the accident fatality rate that year.

These are all regarded as achievements.

But after the age of eighteen, these people stopped doing it, because there was no gold medal for avoiding death.

As more and more truths were revealed, the audience in the live broadcast room became more and more silent. Those who have chased the light of these players can't wait to go back and slap themselves: "You have no eyes, you idiot!"

Who would have thought? A young doctor graduated from a prestigious school, a cool but capable programmer, and those two players who retired but had very bright resumes, they actually looked like this in private.

"This is the first time I have truly supported the death penalty for juvenile offenders," a netizen said. "One of my uncles had an accident on that road. Can you send me the remote control? I'll press it."

More netizens have no such experience, but they also cursed through gritted teeth: "Why don't these devils die? I support blowing up!"

Even the official representative in front of the screen was stunned: "These people, are they still children? If this TM was cracked down in the 1980s, no, even if it wasn't, I would also give him two copper peanuts!"

The official representative is simply heartbroken, because these accidents affect only those few people? No, that's several families, one person with three generations!

The official representative was in a hurry and slapped the table while cursing. The assistant wanted to remind him to pay attention to the image of his government officials, but then thought that there were no outsiders here, so he shut up.

But after the scolding, the official representative still had to say: "Is there any way to contact him? Just what these people have exposed is enough for the death penalty. You don't have to get your hands dirty for this."

"Not enough." The assistant shook his head, and he said calmly and objectively, "There is no evidence."

"This is not evidence?"

"This kind of self-exposure under the threat of being **** cannot be used as evidence."

The assistant pushed his glasses: "Although they are annoying, they are really smart, and they seem to be turning themselves in, but in fact there is nothing that can be used as evidence.

"Besides, their methods of committing crimes are difficult to detect, and after seven years, they can't find out. Therefore, after they come out, they can directly overthrow their claims."

Not only the assistants, but other people in the live broadcast room also realized the problem: "Don't be confused by them, don't let these people go! After they come out, they can say that they are threatened, or even lie about the script, as long as there is no evidence, they cannot be convicted! "

"What? Is there such a thing?"

"If all these things you said are true, it will be enough for each of you to have a bullet." The man's voice on the radio was still calm and indifferent, "Have you thought about it?"

There was a gleam in the eyes of these four people.

"These things have been in my heart for many years. In the past seven years, I have not slept peacefully." Jian Lang said emotionally, "Now that I have figured it out, I will hand it over to the state for trial. I deserve what I deserve."

"Okay," the man said.

Jian Lang's tears fell again, and the joy of the rest of her life was still on her face.

"I lied to you."