The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

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It was dawn, and the morning light fell on everything in the world fairly.

Samant sat up, his back covered in cold sweat.

In the dream, they were in a dim corridor, the dim light of the oil lamp pulled out a golden edge, and two white-robed demons stood in front of him, one was powerful and indifferent, and the other was arrogant, but he was more like a young man who just came out of the rivers and lakes.

The two faces dangled and suddenly turned into the heads of giant black flies.

The giant fly had a needle-like mouth and pierced straight into his skull. In the dream, he seemed to be being controlled, and he didn't respond at all.

"Thinking about it every day and dreaming at night?"

He lifted the quilt and got up, first checking the small organs in the room one by one. It was a small mechanism he made with floating dust and hair. If someone or something came in, it would leave traces.

Saman scrutinized the windowsill, the door corner, the bedside, and so on. The small organ was not triggered, and it was unknown whether there was nothing coming in, or whether it avoided his organ.

After resetting the mechanism, he went to take a cold shower.

There is a small bathtub attached to the room, and he still likes to stand there naked and the cold water rushes down from the head. Then the whole person woke up.

Sober Saman prepares to go out for food.

It was different from the silence last night. There were people walking back and forth outside his house. Saman opened the door and found a lot of players gathered outside. They were talking about the people who died yesterday.

"Hello." He greeted people with a smile and looked for someone to trade with.

In the game copy, information is also a commodity.

When the time is about to pass, all players' cards are updated for the second time, which is the update of the number of players killed.

When the number of players is small, it will be updated once if one person dies, but if there are more people in the group of 100, it is usually notified once when the time will pass.

[On the first night, 28 players died, and the 'ghost' seal was unlocked 28/99. 】

It was awkward to read, and even more shocking to see.

Although they knew that many players would die on the first day, everyone still did not expect that many players would die, more than a quarter.

The strength of the 'ghost' increased as the number of players died. Twenty-eight players gave away their heads, and the little ghost became a big ghost. If this were a head-on collision, I don't know how difficult it would be.

"I knew that people were going to die, but I didn't expect the situation to be so serious. Here are all players with at least one R-rank card."

It was only one night, and several familiar players had disappeared.

"It's not just players." One person said, "Haven't you noticed that there are fewer local NPCs?"

Everyone was astonished, they looked around, and sure enough, a few familiar NPCs were gone.

"Why are you still following NPCs?"

The player sighed: "My character quest is related to that NPC, hey, now it's probably impossible to complete it."

When the others heard it, they also sighed.

To find a 'ghost' among a hundred players, the difficulty is too high and they have given up, they just want to complete the role task and get a few props. But now it seems that it is not easy to get through to the end.

"Has anyone managed to go out and come back?" a player asked.

Saman opened the door and passed them silently and silently.

He was definitely not the only one who went out last night and returned safely, but how could he easily tell the clues he got from the adventure?

"I don't know if those NPCs are the same as the missing players." Players are still discussing the missing NPCs.

If the npc is also missing, it can only mean that in the normal plot, there are things hunting at night. It might be a ghost, it might not.

But whether it was or not, it gave them new ideas.

"If it is, maybe we can get some help from the NPC."

The players tentatively asked the passing maids. The maids thought for a while and smiled: "Maybe they left beforehand yesterday." These maids were from the daytime wave, and there were a few players in them.

"We don't know about this matter." The player who played the maid said, and then left in a hurry due to responsibilities.

"It seems that the night is not just for our players, it is also a dead end for NPCs." After the maid left, they gathered to discuss and exchange some clues at the same time.

Their goal is to stay the course, and they don't compete with each other - unless the roles are just opposites.

Cooperation is a good option.

There are also those who do not like to join in the fun and prefer to fight alone. Most of these people hold powerful props, have several available skills, and have played high-end games, so they are very confident in themselves.

Saman is somewhere in between, he doesn't mind exchanging information with other players, but only if it is of equal value. He didn't think there were any clues worthy of his exchange in the hands of the players who shrank in the room and didn't come out.

Different from the hustle and bustle of the players' residences, the place where Ren Yifei lives has always been quiet.

He woke up three or four times in between.

The inexplicable sleep made him unable to trust the security here. He slept very well, and would wake up with just a little sound.

After falling asleep for a while, when he was truly awake, it was already at the time of the eighth or nine o'clock, when the ancients ate the "morning food", and he woke up just in time to eat.

The exhaustion and exhaustion of yesterday have been healed by sleep, and he is full of energy.

After washing up, the kitchen brings breakfast.

He made a fuss just yesterday, and the kitchen naturally didn't dare to send the food he didn't like. The food he brought was light, fish fillet porridge, eggs and shrimp, fried small fish, and so on.

"He Jun doesn't like big meaty things, so the pots and pans used for cooking are all new pots and pans that have never touched oil. Please eat them with peace of mind." The maid who brought the food knelt in a row, from his perspective Looking over, I can only see the tops of black heads.

What Ren Yifei noticed was not the food. He asked, "Why didn't I see you last night?"

Although they all have the same makeup, but the atmosphere is completely different, the maid in the day and the maid in the night are like living people and puppets.

The maid bowed her head and said respectfully, "I'll be on duty during the day, and there will be another group of sisters after nightfall."

"The same goes for the guards everywhere?"

"Yes."

Ren Yifei nodded and waved them back: "Go further."

The maid withdrew, far away. There was no outsider in the room, and the feeling of being under surveillance at night was gone. He took out the card.

In addition to the death toll, there is an early update of information: [When the devil is the world, the ghost walks at night. 】

This information is easy to understand. The so-called 'every devil' is the moment of dusk. It is said that it is the moment when the human world and the demon world blend together, and some visions can be seen.

What this message means is that after dusk, this place will enter another world, the world of ghosts?

Or do 'ghosts' only appear at night?

If it is the latter, the identification of the 'ghost' is very simple.

Ren Yifei shook his head, feeling that the dungeon would not give such a simple prompt. If you tell the player directly that ghosts only move at night, wouldn't it be easy to find 'it'? How can it be considered a mid-range copy?

Shaking his head, he temporarily left the matter behind. Ren Yifei had no intention of identifying the 'ghost', but just wanted to be at peace with each other until the end. In comparison, it is more important to complete the role task and get back three drops of blood.

If you want to complete this task, you have to find Qinghong's flaw, which is the secret the other party wants to hide.

"What's the secret he's keeping?"

He remembered something and took out an object from his sleeve.

What he was holding was the luminous flower that he had inadvertently taken away yesterday.

It no longer glows during the day, revealing its original appearance. This is a flower with six petals folded together, like a small lantern, blue, almost transparent, but there is nothing where there should be stamens.

If you recall carefully, this center point should be the place where the light shines.

The sweet scent is gone.

Ren Yifei pinched the little flower and sniffed it carefully, the scent from yesterday disappeared.

Because it no longer glows, does the fragrance disappear?

With doubts, he temporarily put away the petals.

In front of him was the food delivered by the kitchen. The food had the aroma of carefully cooked food. He sniffed it carefully, and there was no peculiar smell, but he still felt uneasy.

"Put it away first." In the end, he still didn't move, and put it away in his sleeves for another storage.

The body of a demon is different from that of a human being. If you don't eat, you don't feel hungry, and if you don't eat for a few days, there is nothing at all.

However, as a human being, I feel bad about not eating a meal.

Ren Yifei took out a small dried fish from his sleeve, chewed it, sighed, and then took out another small dried fish.

Hey, is it delicious?

Fortunately, the original owner brought his own dry food. He found a variety of dried small fish, fillets, fish, and some prepared shells, snails and other items.

Use a small needle to pick up the disc on the snail, pierce the snail meat, roll it, roll out the snail meat and put it in his mouth, Ren Yifei's eyes light up slightly.

The original owner is an expert in eating snails, and the selected snails are all fleshy and delicious. Because the snail has a muddy smell, it has also been fried with spicy seasonings. It is not chili, but cornel, which is slightly bitter.

"Hey." With a sudden inhalation, the snail meat and a little bit of hot soup inside entered his mouth, the snail meat bounced, and the soup was fragrant, fresh, fragrant, spicy and beautiful.

Ren Yifei narrowed his eyes.

He simply sat cross-legged on the ground with his long sleeves rolled up at his elbows. He used to pick one needle at a time, but now he lifted the lid and sucked, one bite at a time, full of chili oil, very satisfied.

This is Ren Yifei enjoying his morning, and the other is Saman, like most level-breakers, he wakes up to explore the dungeon diligently.

Performing players have the thrill of being almost strangled by NPCs, and game-breaking players also have the trouble of being restrained and confused everywhere. At this time, other than trying to find clues from the horns, there is no other effective way.

It looks really stupid, but the clues never fall from the sky.

He left the player group, went all the way to the place where the banquet was held yesterday, and retraced the route he left yesterday.

Saman clearly remembered that there was a corridor that went straight forward, but there were two routes in front of him, one was a staircase, which led to the corridor on the second floor, and the other was a garden path, paved with cobblestones.

However, he still remembered the general orientation of the small garden, and Saman followed the direction in his memory to find it. There was neither a circular luminous garden nor other independent buildings.

This side is actually a lotus pond, with fragrant grass and willows beside the pond, and a awning boat on the pond, just like the Jiangnan water town on the ground.

The season of the copy is spring, and the lotus flower has not yet grown, but there are many round lotus leaves standing. Saman folded off a lotus leaf, whether it was the texture of the lotus leaf or the lotus root silk pulled out from the break, it could prove that it was a real lotus leaf.

It's just that he doesn't quite believe his eyes.

Last night, the NPC performed what is called 'illusion' in front of him, and he suspected that all illusions were in front of him.

"Not illusion?"

After enjoying breakfast, Ren Yifei, who washed his face and rinsed his mouth again and changed into a set of clothes, walked out of the room. Last night he thought that what he saw during the day was an illusion, and what he saw at night was real, but today it was not.

Ren Yifei is an expert in cheating by relying on illusions, so he can't tell the difference between the real and the fake.

It's interesting that the night is true and the day is true.

He walked all the way to the place where the little old man broke his arm yesterday. It was under a rain porch, with a garden on one side and a white wall on the other.

The hole made yesterday is gone, and there is no trace of repair.

The corners of the white walls have stains left by moss and mold, which are very natural and do not seem to be fake.

Looking at the small yard on the other side, there are bees and butterflies flying in the flowerbed, which is completely different from yesterday when there was no living thing.

He couldn't help but wonder, apart from the players, have the NPCs discovered the difference between day and night?

Ren Yifei was about to go back to the place where the NPCs were meeting, when a beautiful woman walked in front of her, with a slender waist and a graceful figure.

She is dressed in brocade, but her head is very plain, with only one green flower slanting on her temples. This person is the eldest lady I saw yesterday, and may be the person of the original owner and junior sister.

"Brother, you are here."

The author has something to say: the Shura field ahead, the Shura ahead...bong!

Ah Fei (blows on the smoking barrel).