The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The second grandson died.

His body hangs in a remote room, with a white cloth hanging from his neck.

For the first time, Ren Yifei saw the hanged man.

Although the previous underworld system always threw him into a desperate situation to 'experience life', he rarely had direct contact with the dead, and most of the time he was the one who died.

The person who really died violently is completely different from the general teacher at the school, or the special effects makeup on the set. That kind of hideousness can penetrate through the air and make people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

He looked up.

Look at the corpse without wind automatically, spinning in the air.

When turning to a certain angle, a pair of blood-red eyes just stared directly at the eyes of Yifei. He felt the corpse laugh at him.

The red spread in his sight, and the red liquid that splashed the sky hung down and flowed on the ground.

A woman in red appeared in his sight, blood gushing out of her throat, but she was smiling at him.

The red blood crawls like a snake, crawling to his feet, locking his body tightly, winding up a little from his ankles, tying him up.

Ren Yifei was shivering with cold, and his heart was frozen.

The woman looked at him with red lips smiling.

"Afei, what's wrong with you?"

The voice of the young man shattered his illusion of fear.

Ren Yifei turned his head one after another, he stared at Ajie Aliang and the others, his lips parted, but no sound came out.

"Why is your face so white?"

The Night's Watch surrounded him, watching him turn pale and sweaty on his forehead.

Their enthusiasm dissipated the cold, and Ren Yifei took a breath, feeling that he had died and came back to life.

The night watchman took a look at the hanging corpse from Ren Yifei's angle, and then looked at him who was more frightened than a ghost, and understood.

"I'm afraid to come and see?" The night watchman was helpless, and the people who were afraid consciously hid at the card table to probe, what did Ah Fei come to join in the fun?

"Come on two people and carry him back." Ah Liang found two tall and tall night watchmen.

Ren Yifei stiffened his neck: "No."

He reached out and grabbed A Liang's clothes, holding on tightly: "I'm fine, please let me slow down."

After two minutes, he seemed to relax, his face returned to normal, and he was no longer sweating.

"Can you do it?" A Liang was still hesitant.

Ren Yifei wiped his face: "Okay." It's okay if it doesn't work.

That end has gone so far as to put the body down.

People formed a circle, and an experienced old man came up for a rough examination. He found a bruise on the back of his neck: "It was strangled."

The whole place was silent.

"My son..." The middle-aged woman threw herself on the corpse and cried, but she couldn't see the disgust she had for the 'second grandson' before, while the middle-aged man trembled.

The NPCs sighed, and the players crowded into the crowd to watch.

"This is Grandma Chunzhi's house, you said..."

"Even if there is resentment, it shouldn't..." The crowd whispered, talking about the secrets that some players don't know.

Ren Yifei stuck his head out, the eyes of the corpse had been closed, and it was no scarier than the fake corpse during filming. It was not the first time he had seen a dead person, so he always thought that he was not afraid of this kind of thing, and he could even watch the anatomy video and eat fat intestines.

But the dead man's blood-red eyes reminded him of bad memories.

When there is no memory interference, Ren Yifei is not afraid of the body left by the dead person at all, and he can think and analyze calmly.

The second grandson's corpse had bulging eyes, pale ischemic complexion, blue-purple lips, and blue-purple nails.

This is typical of mechanical asphyxiation.

Mechanical suffocation death, in layman's terms, is suffocation, strangulation, hanging, and strangulation.

The biggest difference between hanging and strangulation is that the force of a rope is mainly concentrated under the mandible, that is, under the neck, and the back of the ear usually does not touch, so the bruises are mostly concentrated on the neck.

The other is that the rope goes around the neck, and the force is evenly applied, so the traces can also be seen on the back of the neck.

The blood stasis on the neck of the corpse was obvious, so he did look like he was hanged after being strangled to death.

Why would the 'ghost' do this?

Is there any special meaning to this way of dying?

Ren Yifei was still thinking about this question, but the corpse began to become transparent. He quickly glanced around, and no one in the NPC showed any other expressions.

Will npc automatically block this exception?

The old players who were in the crowd were calm, and the newcomer covered his mouth, not letting himself call out.

The corpse was disappearing, and he even saw the texture of the ground through the corpse. At this time, the middle-aged woman who was crying on it stood up dumbfounded.

The middle-aged man turned around and walked back blankly: "Let's go, don't delay the wake."

What? Is this human?

However, it was so magical that all the NPCs stood up, turned around and started walking towards the mourning hall. Their eyes were dull, not like real people.

New players are horrified and terrified.

The three old players immediately mixed into the team, and the other newcomers also followed.

Tianyou stopped Xiaomei, lowered her head, and commanded quickly and in a low voice: "After the corpse disappears, there will be a card left behind and bring it to me."

Nominations?

Xiaomei looked back at the corpse that had not completely disappeared, and nodded with gritted teeth.

The other players heard it and looked back, but they were not very interested in that card.

Xiaomei endured her fear and stayed beside the corpse for half a minute, and finally waited until the corpse completely disappeared, dropping a black card. The team guarding the spirit over there has also arrived at the entrance of the mourning hall.

Holding the card, she caught up with her slightly weak legs.

Mei squeezed into the Night's Watch, ready to go through, walk in a straight line, and send the cards to refuel there.

She passed without a hitch, and there was a pair of eyes in the Night's Watch watching him.

Ren Yifei wanted to take the opportunity to take that card, but in the end he didn't do anything: he couldn't scare the snake.

Xiaomei and Tianyou bumped their heads, and they ducked to talk.

The Night's Watch went back to the poker table, and they continued to play cards and gossip, and there seemed to be nothing else to do on a night like this.

The hearts of these young people are magnanimous, unlike players who pretend to have so many things. Although Ren Yifei avoided the NPC team, he was still as worried as the players.

The second grandson died, and all traces of him were erased at will, as if it never existed.

Is this the death here? Body and memory, not one left?

Looking up at the pitch-dark sky, he was determined to go to Grandma Chunzhi's room to check, but this was not the right time.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. If you hold a candle, the light will attract the attention of others.

It seems to have to wait until dawn.

Ren Yifei couldn't hold it, and fell asleep on the table.

He frowned, his fingers scratched against the table unconsciously, and he slept unsteadily. The night watchman next to him saw it and put a dress on him.

Ren Yifei can still take a nap, pity that the other players are hungry and tired, but they are stared at by NPCs, so they can only carry them hard, their eyes are bloodshot, and their stomachs are gurgling.

They waited and waited, until the light of day dawned.

The player Xiaomei looked up with a plate and looked into the distance. A morning star appeared in the eastern sky. This bad nightclub should be over, right?

Summer always brightens earlier. Usually at this time, the breakfast shop has already opened for steaming buns, and there are also noises from people who got up early to go to the market, but there was no movement here.

Ren Yifei woke up, yawned and stood up to stretch his muscles.

The sky was not yet clear, and we stayed all night. Everyone was in a bad state of mind, and they all yawned with dark circles under their eyes. No amount of strong tea can save their desire to sleep.

With the right time and place, this is the perfect time to explore other venues.

Thinking it was almost time, he made an excuse to sneak into the backyard.

Ren Yifei leaned on his waist and avoided people. He seemed to be walking around the backyard as a thief, walking all the way to the back of the most remote room, and climbed in through the window.

This is the house of Chunzhi's mother-in-law. The place where the second grandson was hanged was near the door. Bai Lian was hanging on the beam, and the body was swaying.

Ren Yifei looked at the beam and remembered those blood-red eyes.

"Wait a minute," he patted his face, and suddenly remembered something, "I just need to stay until the end? It's both infiltration and investigation..."

Why is he so aggressive? This is not a criminal investigation drama with him as the protagonist!

'Squeak' a mouse crawled over, startling Ren Yifei.

It was not yet fully bright outside, and the sun had not yet appeared, so the room was dim and could only be seen clearly.

He rubbed his face: just, come here.

The room has been carefully tidied up, and many things are missing.

The bed is not there, the wardrobe and the box are not there, and the house is full of shabby clutter that is not used. If the NPC didn't mention it, Ren Yifei would think that this was a utility room and never lived in it.

He looked down, and only traces of dust deposited on the floor proved what had been here.

The deceased had just died, and the family hurriedly packed up and turned the old man's room into a utility room. If there is no inside story in this, the ghost will not believe it.

In a corner of the room, he found an elderly chair with a sloping back. It was clean, not outdated. The seat surface of the chair is polished and shiny, which is commonly used by the owner. Looking down, there are very fresh scratches on the armrest of the chair.

In addition, he also found that there were several messy footprints on the ground, covered with a thin layer of dust, which could not be seen without a closer look.

This imprint is not long left, because the lines are very clear.

But when the second grandson's body was discovered before, no one came here. Ren Yifei suspects that this is the trace left by the player looking for clues in the third watch last night.

It was suggested that the second grandson died very early. If he died here at that time, the players who came here would not have discovered it.

So it was after the player checked the room that the second grandson's body appeared here.

That is to say, when Zi Shi's 'ghost' returned to the mourning hall, it was definitely not the first batch of suspects, and the number of suspects was reduced.

The 'ghost' chose to hang his second grandson in this room, is he implying something?

Ren Yifei's eyes slowly turned to the beam.

If this room has ever been hanged, then there should be two wipe marks on the beams.

Holding the wooden pillar in the house, he climbed up with difficulty, sticking out his head carefully, and only glanced at it, and his mind was shocked. As a result, his hands and feet loosened, and the 'bangdang' fell to the ground, shaking off a lot of dust on the beams.

Ren Yifei gritted his teeth in pain, pounding his fists on the ground.

Although he has worked hard to learn all kinds of small enemy skills, he is still a scumbag in terms of physical fitness.

"Cough, cough, cough." He fanned the air, then covered his mouth and coughed softly for a while. The half of his body he hit was numb with pain, and it took a few minutes to feel better.

This crime was not in vain, and there were two regular friction marks on the beam.

Two places, that is to say, in addition to the second grandson, there is another person hanging here.

No, maybe not 'people'.

If it was a living person, when he was hanged, he would struggle to some extent because of the pain, which led Bai Lian to leave many light scratches on the beam. However, these two friction marks are very regular, as if the things hanging up have no instinct to struggle at all.

Ren Yifei, who was lying on the ground, raised his head, his eyes widened slightly, as if a black shadow appeared in front of him, quietly wrapped on a white cloth.

A pair of women's feet hung in front of him, motionless.

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Ah Fei: No, no, you are talking nonsense!