The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

There was another rumbling sound, like thunder, and like something had broken, the ground trembled slightly, and the water surface rolled up big waves. Ren Yifei immediately lay on the boat, fishing for the cat with one hand and grabbing the edge of the boat with the other.

"Ah ah ah-" The waves of the three-story building directly scattered the fleeing crowd.

"Crack!" The wall formed by the white waves was shot down. Due to the distance, a little wave hit the boat. However, the glass fish tank was buzzing, and he closed his eyes directly.

The rain poured down, and the water was all around, and the clothes were soaked.

Because he was far away and there were foam lifts on all sides, the boat was miraculously safe. Ren Yifei raised his head with difficulty, and there were some debris floating on the empty water.

He stretched out his hand and rowed in the water: "Hello? Is there anyone else?"

They are all fishermen, so they won't drown with this little water, right?

However, the aftermath of the rolls on the water directly washed Ren Yifei's small canoe away. He kept looking into the distance, only to see the floating debris, but no one.

Reaching out and wiping the rain off his face, he sat on the boat, watching the apocalyptic scene, and stopped talking.

"The coastline has begun to collapse in a large area. If there is no accident, the people on the edge have almost been wiped out." Looking at the display screen in her hand, the little girl thought to herself.

The warm yellow lights on the head flickered, and the faces of the people in the room were also bright and dark. Currently, one-half of the people present are players, and they do not communicate with each other, they are thinking separately.

When the npc was still at home, the players had already started to act, and they were the first people to come to the manor.

However, players do not like to gather together, and most players have a mentality of rejection for the same kind in a dungeon. So, these players spread out.

There are three players in this small forest hut, all of whom are self-reliant, and the rest are refugees who come up one after another.

The expressions of the refugees were even uglier than those of their dead relatives. Some were furious and scolding the sky and the ground.

After that, more than a dozen evacuees came one after another, each of them was full of fear, or crying or trembling, some came empty-handed, and some had emergency rescue supplies on their bodies.

"The island has collapsed," cried the refugee from a distance. "With a bang, half of it has sunk into the sea."

Others who heard the news were shocked: "How could the island collapse?"

"I don't know either, it just collapsed! It cracked!" The speaker seemed to be very collapsed, he covered his head, "I don't know what to do next!"

There are various cries in the forest cabin one after another, and the sound effects are stereo looped.

The little girl turned her face away, and the other player was indifferent. They all thought about one thing: too many survivors, sometimes not a good thing, and too many uncontrollable factors.

Fewer survivors would be better.

Only Saman, who was sitting in the corner against the wall, opened a country journal and did not speak.

Eight players have gathered in this manor, and he is not sure whether the 'Black Rabbit' is hidden in the NPC of the manor or has not arrived. Hope 'he' heard the radio.

The copy this time was very unfriendly to 'him'.

The disguise stream lacks the props and skills to protect himself, and he has only entered the Desolation Corner for less than a month, not to mention that there are still many players with bad intentions.

Looking at the wind and rain outside through the glass door, Saman pursed his lips.

somewhere down the mountain.

Most of the water in the boat was scooped out, and the black cat stood in the wooden barrel, arching its body and shaking off the seawater from its body.

Ren Yifei, who was still floating on the water, stood for a long time in front of the sea that had suddenly become vicious and cruel: "Go to the mountain first. In any case, survive first."

He went wrong twice, and it was not until he met other refugees that he found the entrance to the manor, a concrete road hidden in the mountains and forests.

The manor is built on the hillside, and you can vaguely see a little light above. There is a straight concrete road at the foot of the mountain, the road is still wide, there are guardrails on both sides, and signs are carefully hung on the side of the guardrail.

The intersection under the mountain of the manor was blocked with boats and various floating objects. The latecomers tied their boats to the large army with ropes, and Ren Yifei followed suit.

Holding a wooden barrel and a cat, carrying a bag, he walked from the wet boats to the concrete steps.

People on the concrete steps walked in twos and threes, some with their families, some alone, men and women, young and old. Their shadows fell in the wind and rain, like ghosts.

Against the wind and rain, Ren Yifei had a hard time walking.

The Bone Shelf followed him, but the others didn't seem to see it.

The refugees in the crowd also acted awkwardly and looked panicked, but Ren Yifei didn't see anything behind him either.

He suspects that these things can only be seen by the person they are targeting.

"Ah!" With an exclamation, a refugee rolled down. Ren Yifei turned sideways to avoid him. He raised his head and saw a panicked back.

The people who rolled down took away several unfortunate asylum-seekers, and there were constant shouts and curses from below.

Everyone's emotions are tense, and if something goes wrong, the gas tank will explode.

These people have been more careful since then.

Carrying a goldfish tank and dragging a heavy load, Ren Yifei, who just wanted to find a dry place to sit and rest, climbed the stairs expressionlessly and walked past one after another frightened and frightened asylum seeker.

Looking back at the small boats and the thin figures in the rain, the entire island seemed to be shrouded in invisible shadows.

"Meow." The black cat shrank in the wooden barrel, carefully looking at the outside environment, his voice was much weaker.

"Don't worry, it will be there in a while." He panted and walked up step by step. The wind was strong, and he felt that he would be blown off by the wind at any time and rolled down. He had to bend over to have some sense of security.

The steps are all cement, with anti-skid patterns, and they are still slippery in heavy rain.

Wearing a goldfish tank is really one of the best choices he has ever made. Although the rain makes him vibrate all the way and his ears are buzzing, his head remains dry. Even if most of the body is soaked, the whole person will feel much more comfortable.

Those holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats were almost soaking wet at the moment, and they couldn't see the road clearly. If they didn't pay attention, the soles of their feet slipped.

Ren Yifei thought it was an illusion at first, but then he felt wrong, only to realize that it was eleven o'clock.

The watch was soaked, and I didn't know whether it was waterproof or not. I could barely see the direction of the hands through the glass cylinder.

It was indeed eleven o'clock.

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Could it have something to do with the skeletons emerging around you, the torrential rain, and the collapse of the island?

Surrounded by people, he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend, so he didn't dare to act rashly, just pretending that the abnormality in his pocket didn't exist.

After avoiding several tumbling incidents along the way, he finally arrived at the manor built halfway up the mountain.

There is a ticket platform full of vines. There is a lot of moss growing on the steps. The gate is open, and there are deliberately planted flowers and trees on both sides. The branches and leaves have not been repaired for a long time, and they look messy. Up and down.

"Wow." A golden lightning flashed, and the manor under the rainstorm became even more secluded. Ren Yifei raised his hand to wipe the glass jar, trying to see the manor more clearly.

In front of him was a large arched iron door, the iron door had fallen off the paint and developed dark red rust. There is a neon sign of "Starlight Manor" on it, but several light boxes are broken.

The house number in the lower corner was swaying in the rain, and half of it was broken, leaving only the two numbers 12.

The manor looked a bit shabby and gave people a strangely ominous feeling.

The door has been opened, and a woman in a beautiful long white dress is standing at the door. Her hair grows to the waist and looks like waves. Even if she is completely wet, it is still beautiful.

"Welcome to Xingguang Manor." She stood in the iron gate, her face was not smiling, her face was frosty, and people were motionless, as if they were not welcome.

Because of this strange contradictory attitude, the people who came in couldn't help but glance at her several times.

"Is it the owner of the manor?" They discussed each other.

"I'm the owner of the manor," she heard everyone talking, "please restrain yourself when you go in, and don't destroy the things inside."

Her voice was icy and hard, as cold as a storm.

However, a tall young man beside her has a lot more temperature: "Everyone, come in, there are towels inside."

"Come on! You can't go in!" There was an unshaven old man standing at the door. He was crazy and yelled when he saw a person, "Don't go in, there are ghosts in this manor! It will turn people into ghosts!"

It was the lunatic I saw during the day, his clothes were wet from the rain, and he looked even more tattered.

Everyone was uneasy, and when the uncle suddenly yelled, the whole person hesitated.

The manor owner glanced at him: "You can also not go in, assuming you have other places to go."

"You can't go in, you'll die if you go in!" The madman held a loudspeaker, but there was probably no electricity. His voice could only spread within a limited range, and was suppressed by the sound of the violin next door.

That's right, the wandering artist who plays the violin is also there, standing under the eaves at the moment, playing like no one else is around.

Heaven and earth are his stage, and wind and rain are the accompaniment.

I don't know why, when they heard the sound of his violin, the panicked team calmed down, and the balance in their hearts tilted in the direction of 'going in'.

Two young guys in staff uniforms also walked out of the manor, and they beckoned everyone to go inside.

The manor has its own generator, so there is still electricity, but it has to be used sparingly. The street lights are dimmed, and only the windows of the row of wooden houses in front are shining orange.

To those who have endured a night of darkness, this light means hope and civilization.

They no longer listened to the old man's words, and rushed towards the light as if flying.

Ren Yifei couldn't wait to run over. He thanked the owner of the manor: "Thank you, I've caused you trouble."

The manor owner glanced at him with a strange smile on his mouth: "You're welcome, I like polite guests."

The brightest row of wooden houses is located in the middle of a large grass, and there is an all-glass 'Crystal Palace' next to it. Looking at the furnishings inside, it is a restaurant. There were also people in there, some sorting things, some taking off their clothes and wringing them out.

He was going to the largest room in front of him, but he was bumped by the crowd pouring in from behind: "Go away!"

In the blink of an eye he was pushed to the fringes by the grumpy crowd.

How could this be? He was a little strange. He was a calm group before, but suddenly he became a little crazy. Because you are close to your destination, you can't maintain your civility and politeness?

Standing under a tree, he saw the group pour into the cabins and quarrel with those who had arrived earlier.

These people's tempers are a bit too grumpy.

Shaking his head, he noticed a small mushroom-shaped room on the other side.

Away from that row of cabins, it looks special.

The small mushroom house is at the end of the gravel road, surrounded by towering fir trees, and in the night, in the rain curtain, light shines through the small windows.

Like a poor man lost in a fairy tale forest, he stumbled across a village of Smurfs and stumbled toward the hut.

The mushroom house is not big, the paint on the roof and walls has peeled off, the bright colors have become dull, the mold has grown in the corners, and there is a basement smell close to it, and the salty smell unique to the seaside.

But it's more comfortable than rain.

"It's really comfortable." Pushing the door into the brightly lit single-story building, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the air became warm. He immediately put down the barrel and backpack, took off the glass cylinder hood, revealing his beautiful and youthful face, and took a deep breath.

At the same time, he pulled the tape off his neck, 'Sla', and he hissed in pain.

Huh? so fragrant...

There was a familiar burnt aroma in the air, like a cafe waiting for him in the icy night, with warm light shining inside and all kinds of sweets filling the windows.

"There is a huge flaw in your interpretation..."

Ren Yifei's brow lowered by a percentage point: dessert player, Saman.

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