This NPC really has a problem

The hour hand ticked to the curly Arabic numeral eleven, and Mr. Lu yawned, his eyes almost straightened when he looked at the black tea in the cup.

Usually at this time, he has already fallen asleep, especially on such a snowy night with goose feathers and heavy snow. Although the fireplace in the living room is very warm, how can there be a bed so comfortable?

But tonight there were four guests in his cabin, two men and two women, sitting on the other two sofas around the fireplace.They were travelers who came to travel in the mountains, but they were trapped on the mountain by a sudden heavy snow. Before they froze to death, they found Mr. Lu's hut.Facing four young people who seemed sincere and friendly, Mr. Lu had no reason not to take them in.Mr. Lu, who was about to turn off the fire and go upstairs to sleep, added more firewood, and brought biscuits baked for dinner and freshly brewed black tea for the young people.

Mr. Lu had a pleasant exchange with them, but...it's eleven o'clock, why don't they plan to go to rest?

Mr. Lu yawned again.

He believed that in a few minutes he would be able to fall asleep on the sofa in front of four people, so Mr. Lu put down his teacup and apologized to the young people: "I'll go upstairs to rest first, the guest room is on the third floor, Please put out the fireplace when you leave the drawing room, please."

A girl wearing black-rimmed glasses and a dark woolen coat hurriedly stood up and said, "We are the ones who have troubled you. Is there anything else that needs attention?"

"Oh, yes," Mr. Lu thought for a while, "If you spend the night in the mountains..."

He got stuck while talking.

Overnight in the mountains, then what?

Mr. Lu's eyes diverged a little, and he realized that he had forgotten his words.

He wished he had a script book on hand for him to take a sneak peek at, but there wasn't such a thing.

Mr. Lu opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

The young people looked at each other in blank dismay.

The black-rimmed glasses hesitated: "...is the network card?"

Wearing rimless glasses, the young man with the appearance of a gentle scum shook his head: "It's 3143, who can play games with a network card?"

The petite girl who wrapped herself up like a white ball wrinkled her small nose: "Then why didn't the NPC continue talking, he has a bug?"

The whole person was sunken in the sofa, and the unscrupulous young man who looked very difficult to provoke frowned and did not speak.

Mr. Lu just simply forgot his words, and he really couldn't remember them, so he pretended nothing happened and said, "You should rest earlier, staying up late is not good for your health."

After finishing speaking, he left the confused young people and went upstairs.

Mr. Lu's residence in the mountains is a three-story hut. The living room, kitchen, and dining room are on the first floor. Mr. Lu's bedroom and study are on the second floor, and two guest rooms and a grocery room are on the third floor.The floor space of the hut is not large. Mr. Lu felt that a large room would appear empty, while a smaller room filled with furniture would bring him a sense of security and fulfillment.

Thick glass windows keep out the howling wind.Looking out of the window, it is dark outside, the mountains and the night are integrated, and the flakes of snow that are falling one after another can be vaguely seen.

After washing, Mr. Lu drew the curtains to block the darkness that seemed to be able to swallow people.He threw himself on the bed, letting himself make a shallow hole in the bed, and pulled the quilt aside to wrap himself into a ball.

The elongated Mr. Lu squirmed and let his head touch the pillow. He rubbed the soft pillow, thinking that he had only spoken half of what he said.

The second half of the sentence seemed very important, but he didn't remember it at all.

Drowsiness surged, and the eyelids became extremely heavy, Mr. Lu let them close.

If you can't remember it, you can't remember it, maybe...it's not important?

"Self-deception", Mr. Lu, who was full of talent skills, was thinking like this in a daze, and at some point he fell into a dark and sweet dream.

The chiming clock in the living room will only ring at twelve o'clock, and a black crow will fly out of the small house on the top to tell the time for the already asleep master.The sound insulation of the house is not very good, even the sound of the first floor can be heard on the third floor.But after getting used to the time telling, the punctual bell and crows could no longer wake Mr. Lu up.

Maybe because of going to bed late tonight, Mr. Lu vaguely heard the bell.Then there was a knock on the door.

Mr. Lu opened his eyes a crack, and he tried to open them completely, but his willpower was vulnerable before sleepiness.

It's so late, how can anyone visit?Mr. Lu told himself that he must have heard wrong.

He continued to sleep with peace of mind.

Before falling asleep again, he suddenly remembered the second half of the words he had forgotten before——

If you are staying overnight in the mountains, do not open the door to anyone after midnight until the next bell.

……

tuk tuk-

"Can't you open it?"

"Don't open it, the person knocking on the door at this time is not a human being..."

tuk tuk-

"But what if this is a necessary plot point? The plot has hardly been promoted since we came here, and the NPC didn't give any clues."

"...Can it be opened?"

tuk tuk-

"Hey, let me tell you, why don't you just start over after you die? It's a game where you're still hesitant. Tsk, I'll go and open the door."

click.

There was a clear sound of the latch snapping open.

The door opened.

……

Mr. Lu must sleep for ten hours at night. He always sleeps at 09:30 and starts at 07:30. Yesterday he slept nearly two hours late and slept a little longer in the morning.It was almost ten o'clock when he finished washing, changed and went downstairs.

Walking around the corner of the stairs, Mr. Lu tore off the calendar on the wall, and stuffed the torn calendar paper into his trouser pocket without looking at it.When he just woke up, he couldn't keep his eyes open, so he squinted and walked down instinctively.

There were still seven steps to the first floor, and Mr. Lu did not move.

Sleepy-eyed, he rubbed his eyes and didn't pay attention to the road, almost stepping on someone else.

In front of him, a corpse wearing a dark nylon overcoat was lying on the stairs, so hideous that it was necessary to lay down a mosaic.

There are three... two and a half corpses in the living room that should also be mosaiced.

Behind the door is half of a man's body, and the other half is missing.I don't know who opened the door and didn't close it. The cold wind carried the snowflakes into the room, and there was a shallow layer behind the door.

Mr. Lu had no expression on his face, and he shivered without his coat.

So fucking cold.

Cleaning up the living room is a huge project. Mr. Lu went to the kitchen to make creamy soup for himself, and only started to clean up after he was full.At this time, the benefits of the half corpse were revealed. He could easily drag him to the grocery store, saving a lot of energy compared to other corpses.

After moving the last corpse, Mr. Lu leaned against the wall for breath, and seriously thought about why he arranged the grocery room on the third floor.

Can't remember, no script.

Mr. Lu closed the door of the grocery room depressingly, and after finding the long bloodstains that had been mopped up on the floor, he washed the rag to wipe the blood splashed in the corners without complaint.What happened to his hut last night was a mess.Especially the living room in the hardest-hit area, the furniture is crooked, and the blood is splattered like a murder scene... Oh, this seems to be a murder scene.

Mr. Lu could barely destroy the evidence before dinner.

The last basin of blood flowed into the sewer, and Mr. Lu also got a lot of blood on his body while cleaning. He was covered in blood as if he had just come back from a massacre, but his expression was tired and dazed, and he looked innocent and helpless at first glance.

Mr. Lu is 25 years old this year. Although he looks young, he looks older than his actual age. After all, he wears the clothes of an old cadre, has an honest temperament, and has a very handsome face.

His name is Lu Ren, and he looks like a stranger.

Man as his name suggests.

Mr. Lu even forgot to eat lunch when he got busy, and was so hungry that he almost fell over due to exhaustion while taking a shower.After throwing the dirty clothes into the washing machine, Mr. Lu dragged his hungry body to the kitchen to make some biscuits and warm up the creamy soup that he hadn't finished during the day.After finishing the soup, he took the biscuits out of the oven and ate half a plate, then nestled comfortably on the sofa and read a book.

The living room with the fireplace looked very warm against the backdrop of the fire, and Mr. Lu added some more firewood.

Deep mountains, heavy snow, huts, fires, beautiful and warm like a scene in a movie, the incense lit in the corner gradually dispelled the smell of blood in the room, and the tragic situation in the room during the day seemed to be just a bizarre dream.

When it was almost nine o'clock, Mr. Lu happened to read half of the romance novel in his hand. He rubbed his eyes, got up and planned to turn off the fire to rest.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

At this moment, the door was knocked.

"Is anyone there?" A man's voice sounded from outside the house.

Mr. Lu pressed his eyebrows wearily, wrote down the page number, put the book on the coffee table, and went to open the door.

The living room is warm, but the doorknob is extremely cold, after all, there is so much snow outside.

After opening the door, Mr. Lu was blown across the face by snowflakes.He shivered, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

There are two men and two women outside the door.

The snow flakes were glued to the small lamp in front of the door, and the light was so weak that the four people could barely be seen.Behind them was the turbulent wind and snow, and in the starless and moonless night, the mountains in the darkness were like giant beasts dormant, with hideous bloody mouths hidden.

The light was insufficient, even though the faces of the four people could only see large shadows, Mr. Lu recognized who they were from their outlines.Eight hours into the day, he had just dragged the last body into the grocery store.

Gentle scum, delinquent youth, black-rimmed glasses and white dumplings.