The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Ren Yifei bit the straw and sucked the soymilk one mouthful at a time: "What's wrong, sister?"

"Why else? The murderer has just been arrested, and these little girls can't wait to put on their beautiful dresses." After finishing speaking, she lifted the four-layered steamer to the stove, "Aimei is so in love with her." .”

"The murderer?" The straw Ren Yifei was biting on fell off, he hurriedly picked it up, and bit it again, "Which one?"

"You don't know? Wasn't there a big commotion some time ago? Several young and beautiful girls died. There was no surveillance in our area, and all of them were installed. It's good to install it, and the petty theft is gone." The eldest sister bent down and answered while checking the situation of other steamers.

"Has the murderer been arrested?" Ren Yifei looked curious.

"Arrested, you look like a mouse-eye."

Seeing that he was interested, the eldest sister wiped her hands and took out her mobile phone to 'listen' to him the video. It was not an official video, but it did talk about the suspect in the serial murder case.

The reason why he is a suspect is because all the evidence points to him, but he refuses to admit it, saying that he killed one.

It looks like an ordinary person, maybe a murderer filter has been added, so it looks hideous.

There are also photos of several victims. Although a layer of mosaic has been added, it can still be seen that they are all young and beautiful girls with well-proportioned flesh and blood and beautiful facial features.

It is mentioned in the video that after they died they were dressed up like large dolls and then thrown beside the trash can. Others didn't know it at first and thought they were discarded clothing store dummies.

And the place where these girls had accidents was also in this old city, and they all rented in various scattered apartment buildings.This is also the reason why officials installed monitoring here afterwards.

Is there any connection between the old apartment buildings in the old city and this copy?

After a while, he had already finished his breakfast and was about to pack the bags and throw them into the trash can when the students behind him took a step forward.

"Hey, wait—" the student ran after the bus.

The eldest sister shook her head: "This little boy, he used to have an advantage of being punctual, but now he has lost even that."

Ren Yifei threw the empty cup of soybean milk into the trash can beside the table, and then took out a few coins to pay for breakfast, but the elder sister didn't take it.

"It's not yet the end of the month, what are you doing with the money?"

It turned out to be a monthly subscription.

He took a small can of old rapeseed oil from the lady in the breakfast shop, and limped back to the apartment building as before.

After entering the gate, he became careful, for fear of stepping on the glass beads on the ground.The previous fall left him with lingering fears.

In fact, there was not even a single glass bead on the ground, and some kind-hearted person cleaned it up.

It took Ren Yifei more than ten minutes to climb up to the second floor. Before entering the room, he habitually glanced around.

Due to his occupational safety habits, he would use his eyes to 'take a picture' of his lounge before going out, and compare it when he came back to see if there were any traces of someone else's movement.

After all, it is not uncommon to put a camera in an artist's dressing room, put contraband, and take personal belongings.

But in reality, no one is usually so boring.

However, he didn't expect that there was a black fingernail-sized camera in the corner of the door that he swept past.

The door gap is black, the camera is also dark, and it is in the corner, so most people will not notice it.But Ren Yifei has been chased by the paparazzi for so many years, so he is more sensitive to these cameras, so he saw it at a glance.

After eating breakfast, a camera was installed next door?

Hiding his thoughts, he returned to his residence, leaned against the door, and closed his eyes.

"It hurts..." The word pain was contained between the teeth, and it stopped abruptly. The ghost knows what high-tech equipment is next door.

He wanted to hang those two unlucky kids up and beat them.

Perhaps it was the aftereffects of the previous system, Ren Yifei couldn't eat, was afraid of the cold, tired and hungry, and didn't want to suffer any grievances.But he can also bear it, as long as he is still filming, he can laugh at you with broken bones.

Rolling down the stairs once is nothing.

Of course, this does not prevent him from hating, no, hating those two children.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions.

Others will not give him a long time, he needs to figure out this role as soon as possible and adapt to the living environment of blind people.

The residence is a special existence. In a short time, he has to build a one-to-one three-dimensional model in his brain, and he can accurately know where everything is placed even with his eyes closed.

He closed his eyes and groped, but the effect was not very good, because there were flashes of light and shadow.Moreover, he is still afraid of pain and falling, and always wants to peek through a crack.

After thinking for a moment, he took a strap from the hook on the side, tied his eyes, let himself forget about his eyes, and only use his ears and hands to perceive the world.

After only two steps, the 'Kang Dang' hit the coffee table, and the table and people fell down.

The waist is going to be useless...

From a certain point of view, it is not a bad thing to fall on the stairs once, at least to find an excuse for the subsequent bumps and bumps.

Ren Yifei sat up happily, and straightened the table.

The real dark world makes people feel insecure.

Even with adequate preparations, Ren Yifei bumped into him several times on the way from the door to the bedside, and his calves were turning blue.

"Ding dong, ding dong." It was the sound of the mobile phone, accompanied by vibration.

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and found the call button in two seconds: "Hello? You..."

"Teacher Song, when will you hand in the dry notes for the last few chapters of "Dream Back to Chang'an"?" The teacher over there spoke very politely, but in a tone that wanted to put a knife on his neck, "It's only been three days, hurry up Oh time."

Ren Yifei: ...

"Cough, ok, I see."

The other side was in a hurry: "It's not enough to just know, you have to hurry up! If I don't receive your dry voice within three days, then I will have to... hang myself in front of your house in the middle of the night!"

"Okay, yes, definitely." Ren Yifei laughed dryly.

"Remember to email me!"

Turning off the phone, Ren Yifei tore off the strap, wiping his brow of sweat: I never thought that to be an npc would require work.

He touched the home recording studio, opened the glass door, and sat in.

The recording studio was very quiet, and when the computer was turned on, the sound of the system running began.

The moment it was turned on, an electronic voice was speaking inside, asking him what service he needed.

Ren Yifei tentatively talked about key words such as recording and recording songs.

A page opens automatically.

This is probably a specially installed intelligent system with simple dialogue functions and history retrieval functions.

So he soon knew that the original owner seemed to be an e-book dubbing actor. He couldn't see it, but he could listen to the electronic voice converted by the machine, rearrange it, and then read it in chapters.

In a certain folder there are a dozen completed works and one waiting to be completed.

Dub?

Ren Yifei had learned it.

In reality, he followed a teacher in a drama club for three years, during which time he also practiced his lines well, and then came into contact with dubbing.

In an unrealistic environment, he learned from a professional dubbing teacher, and he would use different voices to express according to different roles.

For the TV series and movies he starred in, Ren Yifei has always insisted on dubbing with the original sound, and the external evaluation has always been very good.

Inside the folder are the works of the original owner and the traces left by him.

Ren Yifei put on the earphones, and started listening to the original owner's first work.

The first work was saved three years ago. The voice is green and subtle, and I still can't let it go. When I imitate the female voice, I feel very uneasy, and the voice trembles slightly.

For the second and third, select a chapter from each collection for audition.

He could clearly feel the progress of the original owner, becoming more and more calm and confident.

By the latest work, the original owner of the wild school has formed his own dubbing style, and he has been consciously learning and making rapid progress.

"I knocked for a long time and didn't open the door, so I knew you were inside."

The glass door of the recording studio opened suddenly, and a shadow covered him and the computer, accompanied by a woman's voice.

who? !

All the muscles in Ren Yifei's body tensed.

"Yo, are you working?" A hand rested on his stiff shoulder, and there was still a little elegant scent of women's perfume.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a roll of newspaper in this man's hand, Ren Yifei rolled his eyes, and when he turned around, there was a smiling face: "Why don't you call me when you're here?"

He pretended to complain, but there was joy in his voice.

With the newspaper, you can enter the room. This person must not be very close to the original owner.

"It's not that I don't have a key." She stood up and put the newspaper away, looked around, "It's pretty clean, but there are too few things, not even a TV. Let you live with us, very You have to move out by yourself. Your brother-in-law keeps asking me if he did something wrong."

It turned out to be my sister, the number one contact in the address book.

My elder sister looked only in her 20s, wearing a dark blue work uniform, her hair was all up, and she was very capable and refreshing.

Ren Yifei put down his earphones, walked out of the recording studio, took two and a half steps forward, stopped, made a [-]-degree turn, walked forward three more steps, and turned the corner again.

After bumping into it a few times at the beginning, he was a little familiar with this room.

His elder sister silently watched his younger brother's skillful movements, with a bit of distress on his face.

"Sister, sit down." Ren Yifei patted the sofa and sat down himself, "Sister and Madam are very nice, but I just think it's inappropriate to always be so troublesome."

"What is appropriate? I am not someone else, I am your own sister."

His sister walked over, sat down on the sofa, and looked around without a takeaway box: "I forget to eat when I work, how can I rest assured that you are out alone?"

"Next time I will definitely not forget it." Ren Yifei rubbed his stomach and realized that he was a little hungry. Before he knew it, he had listened to it all morning?

His sister looked at her watch and stood up: "It's past one o'clock, and people who order takeaway have nothing to eat. I'll take you to eat outside."

"Is it too much trouble?"

"What's the trouble?"

It's confirmed, his sister is really a sharp and strong girl, Ren Yifei was directly dragged away.

"Sister, wait, I have a walking stick."

As soon as he went out, a scorched and bitter smell wafted over. Ren Yifei clutched his stomach, feeling even hungrier—this early autumn weather is suitable for some snacks sprinkled with cocoa powder, paired with a cup and a large spoonful of whipped cream coffee.

The man with the scent of Sweetheart House came over. He was the one who had saved him before. He was about to go downstairs. He was wearing a neat suit and walked with wind, with the ID card of a certain real estate employee pinned to his chest.

Saman completely gave up his pretense, the real estate agent is as powerful as the owner who bought the villa.

On the other side of the corridor, there was a young man in the uniform of a deliveryman, holding a helmet, his eyes dodged, and he flinched.

Sister Song glanced left and right, her eyes suddenly sharpened.

"It's Xiao Zheng." She greeted the delivery man first, looking very familiar, "Is the delivery finished?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly: "Ah, yes..."

Sister Song raised her eyebrows. She might think the other person looked a little strange, but she continued, "I will continue to ask you for Bozhi's lunch and dinner in the future."

"Hmm." The delivery man hurriedly responded twice, then turned his head to look at Ren Yifei, and said vaguely, "Sorry, I still have something to do."

Then turned around and went to the next door, the room next to the toilet.

"Little Zheng, why is he acting so weird today?"

She turned to Saman in a suit and said politely, "Hello, are you a new resident? I haven't seen him before."

"Well, I just moved here today, next door to yours." Saman nodded, and his eyes drifted to Ren Yifei who was guarding his back like a hen: it was the npc in the morning.

He has a lot of experience in replying to npc's questions.Although he won't play the role of the original owner, but he won't offend people for no reason.

next door?It turned out to be him, the one with the camera.

Ren Yifei moved his ears, as if he 'recognized' the voice in the morning, flapped his nostrils, and sniffed the fragrance in the air: "Excuse me, is it the gentleman who helped me this morning? I haven't thanked you yet. "

This series of actions made Saman inexplicably embarrassed: Is there any strange smell on me?

"What helped you?" Sister Song turned her head when she heard the key, her eyes were murderous, "Who deliberately bullied you again?!"

The author has something to say:

Sister who guards the cub: Who did it? !

Smell the beauty.

Saman:?