The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The old player went out, and the second grandson went out too. The remaining four looked at each other and wanted to say something, but after the old player's encounter, an invisible wall was erected between them.

"Otherwise, let's go out and have a look? Anyway, it's almost the same wherever you stay." Xiaomei laughed dryly. She took a bald broom from the corner, took a deep breath, and walked out of the mourning hall.

"Then us?" The sweeping old man wanted to find some courage.

Ash nodded.

So, after Xiaomei, Ah Song and the old man sweeping the floor also followed one after another, and only the monk sat there motionless.

"At least there's still light here and it's safer."

The monk comforted himself, he was very scared, and kept his head down.

He is an ordinary person, and he has no power to fight against this kind of ghost. He just knows the danger, but what can he do? Why don't you just stay here and leave everything behind for now.

The mourning hall was silent for a long time, and Ren Yifei's eyes narrowed.

Look to the left, look to the right, there is no one, he breathed a sigh of relief, and with his left hand he took out the cards under the table, opened his eyes a little wider, and took a deep breath of incense...? !

He, monk?

Ren Yifei only felt that his breath was stuck in his throat, and he almost coughed.

The monk in the front left is sitting on a bench, holding himself shivering, silent, only the golden letters glow in the sky.

Hold on! The monk is bowing his head!

He put away the cards, his eyelids moved back at a speed of 0.1 centimeters per second, and his breathing was flat.

Isn't it a fixed position?

He was also played one after another corpse.

In the front yard behind Ren Yifei, as well as the houses on both sides, players entered and exited. They held up lights, pushed and pulled the door, and made a lot of noise.

The old players are looking for it purposefully, and the new players follow along, mainly wanting some shelter.

"Did that player run out of the yard just now?" Xiaomei found the second grandson's shoes by the gate. She looked at the door that was not very strong, and felt a little excited: Do you want to go out and have a look?

When Tianyou just passed by, he glanced at Xiaomei: "If you get out of this door, you will definitely die."

I don't know why, this person was obviously not angry, but she felt kindness, so she stepped forward and asked: "Brother, may I ask, why did you die?"

"Who is your eldest brother?" Tim frowned.

"Sorry, that, sir?" Xiaomei whispered to please.

Tian You looked at her, was silent for two seconds, and asked her, "Did you see the keyword?"

"Happy and mourning?"

"Yes, since it is a happy funeral, we were brought here by this funeral. Once we step out of the door, out of the scope of 'mourning', and directly depriving the player of his identity, he will undoubtedly die." once.

"Can I just stay where I first appeared?" Seeing that he was in a good mood, Xiaomei asked carefully.

"No," Tianyou shook his head, "Each game is different, and players need to make their own judgment. Cherish these two hours. Time suspension is a benefit only for novice games."

Xiaomei still has a lot to ask, but the fuel player has gone far, so he went to the backyard.

The old player was right, after a while, everyone's cards were hot, the numbers changed, and 9 jumped to 8.

Card hints:

[One player dies, and one-eighth of the 'ghost' seal is unlocked. 】

"What do you mean? Is it..." Xiaomei, who was in a daze in the yard, looked at the cards in her hand, her throat was dry, and she didn't dare to think about it.

Never before had death been so close to her.

The old player took one look and continued to look for clues, killing a planned newcomer without even letting their eyebrows shake.

Compared to this newcomer, they care more about the 'disappearing ninth person' and the 'ghost'.

The 'ghost' is hidden in the player, none of them know who that player is, and no one except themselves can believe it.

As for the ninth person who disappeared...

Find it out!

Here, the mourning hall has been silent, and the 'monk' has not raised his head.

Ren Yifei observed for a long time, so he felt a little thief. He sat in front of the card table with a smile on his face, holding the card on the table as petrification with one hand, and the black card under the table with the other hand, and glanced at it quickly.

Now there are two prompts: 'What people hate is what ghosts hate', and 'When the player dies, the ghost unlocks the seal'.

For the first prompt, Ren Yifei's understanding is: "Ghost" is very concerned about the player's disrespect to the deceased.

Gold letters on the head are the result of being "rejected by people", so it is also rejected by "ghosts".

Who cares if others disrespect the dead?

The family of the deceased? Crossed it out, the family looked weird, even a layman like him could see it.

Is that the deceased himself?

That is, the amiable elder in everyone's mouth, mother-in-law Chunzhi?

Ren Yifei put a question mark on the name, and then analyzed the players who had already played.

A total of nine players, eight played, one died, and one of them was a ghost.

The remaining players are...death reservations?

Ren Yifei, who regretted his fate, made up his mind again: When the player is so dangerous, I choose to become an NPC.

NPC Ren Yifei began to analyze the second item: the death of the player is directly proportional to the strength of the boss.

That is to say, the later stage, the more deaths, and the stronger the boss.

Oh, the boss is actually a growth-type late-stage boss. Isn't that bad for players?

After all, do players still have basic human rights?

Oh, he seems to be an npc now?

That's fine.

When the time was about to pass, several old players returned to the mourning hall.

A certain NPC who secretly relaxed his muscles sat upright in an instant, holding a card, with a smug smile on his face, and the curvature of his face was natural and relaxed.

so professional.

The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law looked at the two: "Want to exchange clues? One valid clue per person. There is no need to say the real body of the 'ghost', everyone has already guessed it."

After thinking for a few seconds, both Tianyou and Changsun nodded.

The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law immediately raised her hand, and a translucent barrier enveloped them: "The wall has ears."

"I'm the first," said the eldest daughter-in-law, "they have five laying hens, but there are eight eggs in the coop that haven't been picked, which is at least two days' worth.

"Eggs are something that farmers value. If they can't take care of chickens because of an accident, then the time of death of the deceased might be two days. What happened here two days ago?"

Adding oil has returned to the Everbright Lamp, holding an oiler in his hand to add oil to the lamp, he gave a clue: "In the dry well in the backyard, I found a hemp rope just used, with fingernail scratches on it, suspected and related to the deceased."

The eldest grandson also gave a clue: "I heard the conversation between the deceased's daughter-in-law and the old monk, chanting the scriptures for seven days, and the descendants kneeling in front of the hall all the time, which can eliminate the grievances of the deceased."

These are three clues that are not so important but are really effective. At least now they know that the deceased may have been strangled or hanged, and the cause of death was related to something two days ago. in.

These clues can help them find the player played by the 'ghost'.

More important clues these three people will not come up with. They can't even be sure whether there is a ghost among the three who got in, so they certainly won't reveal their cards.

The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law revoked the enchantment. They didn't mention the previous clues, but talked about the 'ninth person'.

"I've searched everywhere, even the roof." Timothy shook his head, "It seems to be invisible."

"I prefer to believe that it is disguised as an NPC than the claim of being invisible." Zhangsun suspected that the ninth man was hiding nearby, looking at them proudly in the NPC pile.

This feeling made the eldest grandson very uncomfortable, and he continued: "Dungeon is originally the obsession of a 'ghost', its understanding of the dungeon surpasses that of any player, and it can almost do perfect disguise.

"The 'Ninth Man' may be the entry point for this dungeon."

Everyone cares about the mysterious disappearance of the 'ninth person'.

Unknown means countless possibilities, means they need to do more exclusions, and means more work for them.

And veteran players like to have everything in their hands.

Even though it's just a face-to-face, and you don't even know the name, you can still get a lot of information.

Now a player is missing, and the feeling of being out of control makes them restless.

In such a place, with so many people, how did this 'ninth person' disappear?

When the three were thinking about this question, Zi Shi passed by quietly, and the world suddenly became noisy again.

The young night watchman in front of the poker table slammed the cards in his hand: "I won, come here, give the money to the money. If you don't give it now, you still have to give it back. I will definitely win all the way."

"It must be the wrong direction of the wind, change positions!" The three people on the opposite side were reluctant to throw a few copper plates.

Because he was too arrogant after winning, Ren Yifei was pushed aside in the next round, and lay a little pitifully on an empty table, as if he had no bones.

Ajie, who was passing by, spurned him: "Yes."

Ren Yifei was motionless, and the seemingly random position was carefully chosen by him, leaning against the wall and blocking it sideways, one hand massaging the other under the table.

The arm that had been raised for two hours had lost consciousness, similar to the frozen tofu hanging outside in winter.

The mourning hall is as usual, the cry is still hoarse, the chanting is still buzzing, the spirit of playing cards is the best, only the players are not in a good state.

The monk sat alone in the corner and did not speak, and no one asked when the second grandson disappeared.

The NPCs didn't react until the other three players came back.

"Where are you going? I can't find anyone anywhere! Several teapots over there are empty, and things are not being cleaned up." The kitchen aunt scolded the player Xiaomei, her eyebrows stood upright, and she was very unhappy.

Xiaomei apologized repeatedly, very humble.

She hadn't found out that because of 'malfeasance', a golden word appeared above her head: 'run errands'.

As for the other old man, who was also blamed for his dereliction of duty, two golden words appeared on his head: 'cleaning'.

Ah Song was the last to come, he was told by Ah Liang, and the golden characters 'Night Watchman' appeared on his head.

In one night, one second grandson died, and three more exposed people were added.

Ren Yifei wrapped his waistcoat tightly and continued to lie on the table.

He felt very tired, not only staying up late, but also mentally exhausted from acting all the time.

It seems that the hand is not his own. At that time, being able to control the playing of the cards was already his limit.

Sleep for a while, then squint...

Ren Yifei relaxed his body and forced himself into emergency charging mode.

"Ah—" A scream broke the silence of the mourning hall.

He bounced off the table suddenly, bloodshot eyes.

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