The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

After burning the paper and bowing according to the rules, Ren Yifei exited the mourning hall. From the beginning to the end, Changsun and the others did not give any attention to this 'npc'.

A very ordinary deceased junior, with a sense of simplicity unique to people of this era, like other night watchmen, nothing special.

The preliminary exploration of the mourning hall has been completed, and the 'outsiders' have been looked at nearby, and the task has been overfulfilled.

The poker game on the card table has been changed. Ah Liang sat on a bench eating melon seeds, and when he saw Ren Yifei coming out, he called him: "A Fei here."

Ren Yifei already knew that this Ah Liang and some older people were very friendly to him. In many games, NPCs will generate clues when their favorability is high. I don't know if it's the same here.

He walked over and sat down on the other side of the bench.

"Burned paper for mother-in-law?" A Liang handed him the melon seed plate.

Ren Yifei took a handful of pumpkin seeds and slowly nibbled them in his hand: "It's burnt, why don't you go?"

"Forget it, I'm a left-handed person, and I turned my head around and made my mother-in-law angry."

Ren Yifei peeled off the flesh of the melon seeds and sighed unintentionally, "Why so suddenly?"

A Liang paused, hesitated, and finally just shook his head: "I'm getting old."

The two chatted non-stop at the poker table, and the summer night wind slowly blew past, dispelling the dizzying smell of oil and wax wafting out of the mourning hall.

If this is not a mourning hall, it is a good place to enjoy the shade. The moon in the sky is big and bright, and the yard is bright.

They heard the call of an owl, and Ah Liang spat out the shell of the melon seeds, and looked around and couldn't find any obvious trace of the owl: "Old Xiao is calling again."

During this time, the poker table was changed again. A Liang took a closer look and said strangely, "Why didn't I see Asong go off today? Isn't this kid just relying on the poker table and not leaving?"

Ren Yifei's heart moved: "A Song? Where is it?"

"You didn't see it? Applejack's side."

There were two people next to Ajie, but Ren Yifei could tell at a glance which one was 'A Song'.

Everyone else was looking at the cards, and they were more focused than the players who were playing cards. There was only a short young man with his eyes fixed on the mourning hall with a complicated expression.

Ren Yifei followed A Liang's words to test: "Did he bring no money today?"

"He didn't bring any money before, and he died."

A Liang's words were a bit contemptuous, and he also taught Ren Yifei: "You can't learn from him, you have to gamble, you don't even have a previous job, and you are driven around all day. Auntie is your only son."

"Oh, listen to you, A Liang, Brother Liang, definitely don't learn from him."

Hearing this, Ah Liang felt relieved, he grabbed another handful of melon seeds and gave them to Ren Yifei: "Eat melon seeds."

This one, Ren Yifei, was like a duck to water, and he played the away game as a home game, and the few players over there lived like a year.

NPCs are very unfriendly to the players who are playing. It is a good treatment to ignore and ignore them, and it makes people nervous when they change their faces from time to time.

The girl with thick braids, 'Xiao Mei', was frightened to cry twice, and 'Second Grandson' had already retreated to the corner, and her mental state was worrying.

The 'eldest grandson' was stared at by middle-aged women, and even the calm eldest grandson was reprimanded once.

But none of them resisted the NPCs, neither did the old players.

Ren Yifei, who was feeling the wrong way to cross the river by the side, knew that provoking an NPC was definitely a wrong act. The consequences are unclear, but there must be some kind of price to pay.

He doesn't provoke, and he doesn't stand out.

As time passed, the elderly people in the mourning hall began to leave, and slowly, only the young night watchman, the family members of the deceased, the monks, and a few helpers were left.

After Ren Yifei finished eating the bean cake, he felt his stomach: "I'm still hungry."

NPC Ajie gave him a look: "Why didn't you faint from hunger?"

"I'll have something to eat in a while, I see smoke coming from the kitchen." The older night watchman smiled and played a card.

After a while, something to eat came.

Because staying up all night hurts the body and is easy to get hungry, the main family cooks miscellaneous grain porridge. The aunt in charge of the kitchen came over with a large porcelain basin: "You all have some food, you can't do it if you don't have the strength to go back."

This pot of miscellaneous grain porridge is different from the later generations. There is a layer of water on the top and some beans-like things on the bottom, which are very thin.

"We have money to invite a monk, but give us such porridge? No wonder Grandma Chunzhi wants..." A night watchman couldn't hold back his breath and complained.

Ah Liang knocked on the table: "Don't speak when you eat porridge, I'm worried about choking."

Huh? It was only when Ren Yifei realized that something was wrong, he turned his head to take a closer look.

It's not just about paying a lot of money for a monk, but there is something wrong with the coffin.

Farmers of this era, looking at the conditions, bought more thin-skin coffins, and they would not paint them. But the coffin in front of him was covered in black paint, and the coffin was thick. At least it was their family's ration for a month or two.

Looking at the lanterns on the four sides, lighting the lanterns is already a luxury, but here they all use good sesame oil. The golden-yellow transparent vegetable oil has a luxurious light that should not appear in this kind of home light.

Such a funeral is good-looking, but it hurts the family, even if it is filial piety to the elderly, this is too much...

On the other end, Ah Liang was still educating the rash young man: what came here was all about love, and he didn't want others' porridge and water, and he gave all the love for the night vigil.

The man reacted back, and he walked away holding the bowl in embarrassment.

Others also had subtle expressions and avoided the topic, as if to imply that there was a story behind this wake-up call.

"Aliang give me a spoon." Ren Yifei watched the crowd with his hands in his hands, and his arm was bumped.

The person who bumped him stood on the table: "Xiaofei, go and bring Shishi and Xiaowan over. They have been hungry for a day. The child is still young and can't stand this crime."

"Ah?" Ren Yifei was stunned for a moment, unable to remember who this person was.

Ah Liang was spooning the porridge, and when he saw it, he put down the spoon: "A Song, why don't you call A Fei yourself?"

Ren Yifei was so moved by the look of protecting the cub, he immediately slipped over, stood behind Ah Liang, and looked at the porridge sharing scene with round eyes.

Ajie, who scolded him before, also said: "Afei has been hungry for a long time."

A few young people in the crowd looked at it, and they were puzzled: Are these people blind? In addition to his good looks and sweet mouth, what else is good about this kid? Lazy and hungry.

"Assong's foot is injured, he is inconvenient."

"Yes, one high and one low."

Several night watchmen who played well with Assong in the past helped Assong.

Ah Liang looked down, as if that was the case. He stopped there, thinking awkwardly about how to end it.

Seeing this, Ren Yifei scratched his chin and put the bowl down: "So, Ah Liang, please help me with more spoons, and I'll call Shishi and Xiaowan."

As he spoke, he sideways squeezed out of the group of night watchmen.

Ah Liang didn't stop him. Seeing him drilling into the mourning hall, he shook his head and said, "Don't bully Ah Fei all the time. He was just spoiled by his aunt and was squeamish and careless."

Bully?

A few night watchmen have lost their temper, let's do it, it hurts to be a real brother, it can't be compared.

Only Assong nodded subconsciously, actually agreeing with these words.

"Xiao Fei?"

As Ren Yifei walked into the mourning hall, he thought about this strange name. Everyone calls 'A Fei', why does this person call him 'Xiao Fei'?

Listening to Ah Liang's words, he is not that familiar with this Ah Song, so why call him that? So familiar and intimate, it's like a friend.

Ren Yifei has many questions:

If Ah Song is a player, why does he know that the two children are named 'Stone' and 'Xiao Wan'?

If Ah Song is not a player, why does he show completely different characteristics? Not even a gambler.

This person is even more special than the eldest grandson before, and deserves more attention.

A lot of people have gone, and the mourning hall is a little brighter. In front of the coffin is the family of the deceased kneeling: the son and daughter-in-law of the deceased in sackcloth and filial piety, the eldest grandson who is silent, the eldest grandson-in-law with a golden letter on his head, the second grandson who is huddled in the corner, and two Great-grandson.

These two children are both young, and after kneeling for a day, the whole person is dumbfounded.

The eldest grandson burned the paper with no expression on his face, and his hands were smelled like jute paper. Suddenly, he saw a young npc walking slowly, all the way to the coffin, and said to his cheap parents, "Uncle, uncle, uncle. Mom, why don't you two go for a drink?"

It's okay not to be reminded. Once reminded, the eldest grandson player couldn't help touching his stomach: he was also hungry.

"It's Ah Fei." The middle-aged woman recognized the NPC's appearance and lowered her head again, "We're not hungry."

"Auntie, if you're exhausted from this, she won't feel at ease if you want to come to my mother-in-law." The young NPC called A Fei said with concern.

"Cough." Zhangsun coughed and looked up at him: Come on, look at me, I'm hungry.

Speaking of the dead, the middle-aged man's body stiffened for a few seconds. The muscles on the middle-aged woman's face trembled, forming a terrified expression.

She turned to cover her face and emphasized again, "We're not hungry."

"Should they go and eat some? You shouldn't have the strength to look back." The young NPC whispered again, looking at the two children, showing a little unbearable, "They are still young."

The old woman thought about it for a while, she was distressed for the child, and nodded: "Come back after eating."

"Guru." The eldest grandson's stomach made a noise, he looked up at the young NPC, he hesitated: Why didn't this NPC call him? As long as he shouted, wouldn't he be able to agree with the situation?

Even the eldest grandson's daughter-in-law, who was sitting on the side and rubbing her stomach, looked at him: "The bean porridge is not good. If you call me, I will reluctantly drink it."

However, this NPC is extremely lacking in eyesight, and their wink is simply thrown to the blind. He didn't ask anything, and left with the two children.

So a few big living people, are they invisible or what?

Is the treatment of players too low?

As soon as the person left, the middle-aged woman lost her face immediately, and showed a bitter and mean face to the remaining people: "Continue to kneel and make your grandma happy."

Hungry players:  …

Ren Yifei took the two children out of the mourning hall.

A bowl has been placed on the table, and porridge is poured into the bowl.

Just as Ren Yifei led the two children to sit down, three bowls of porridge were pushed over. There was not much soup in it, and the beans were spiky. He looked up and saw that it was Asong.

A Song smiled at Ren Yifei, and then greeted the two children to eat porridge.

Ren Yifei looked at other people's bowls, they were all water, crystal clear. The night watchman returned a resentful look: Don't look at it, it's all in your bowl.

"Cough." He rubbed his nose and sat down to eat with a cheeky face.

The multi-grain porridge without any seasonings tasted just average. Ren Yifei drank it slowly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the middle-aged woman over there hurrying and letting the two children pass by.

She looked a little flustered, and her eyes frequently looked in the direction of the mourning hall, while urging the two children: "Burn some money for the great grandma, the great grandma likes you the most."

Ren Yifei poked the beans: I just took a few bites, so are you in a hurry?

A Song, who was beside him, waited for the two children to leave, then poured their porridge together and ate them naturally.

Ren Yifei put down his chopsticks, and he seemed to remember something in his mind.

"Afei, do you want to eat? If you don't eat the rest, I'll eat it for you."

Applejack, who had finished his portion, patted his shoulder.

This shot took Ren Yifei's previous bizarre thoughts to an unknown location. "Thinking beautifully." He picked up the bowl and drank the rest.

There is something in the stomach, and the young boys have the spirit of playing cards again. There aren't a few times a year when they can play poker with integrity.

Except for a coffin on the side, in fact, the wake is not at all terrifying as imagined.

Probably because it was an elder who died, and an elder who was very kind in the past. When I think about it, they all looked like gentle and loving ones before they were alive, so they are not afraid.

Lying in the coffin is nothing but a useless body left behind. What's so scary about the body? Not to mention so many people there.

The sound of playing cards continued until the night fell, and Ren Yifei stood up and said that he was going to the thatched hut.

The few people playing cards didn't turn their heads: "Go, go, don't fall into the pit."

"Fuck you, I can't drop anyone who falls into the pit."

In the country houses of this era, the thatched huts were all in the backyard, so he ran to the backyard.

As expected, the thatched hut was in the backyard, opposite the firewood shed. As soon as he entered the backyard, he could smell the thatched hut.

The yard is not small, with banana trees and pomegranates planted in the corners, a pig and a few chickens, and an abandoned well, which looks like the backyard of an ordinary farmhouse.

He got into the hut, but did not go to the toilet.

Ren Yifei rubbed his face with both hands, like peeling off a piece of human skin, his face no longer had the escape and innocence of 'A Fei', he was a calm and calm man at first glance.

It's not Ah Fei, he is Ren Yifei.