The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

To find 'ghosts' and maintain human settings to go to work, the players are busy like spinning tops.

Ren Yifei has relatively free time and has more advantages.

He got up early and went to the breakfast shop in front of the apartment building. The elder sister was still enthusiastic, and she was full of gossip.

She is still most concerned about the news of serial murderers, and has been looking forward to the death penalty, but it is said that the most critical evidence has not been found, so she is only a suspect.

"This kind of scum still has a lawyer to defend him." The eldest sister lamented the decline of the world, and Ren Yifei nodded in agreement while eating.

He thought about the death scene on the first night.

How to make a reasonable trip?

The midnight visitor disrupted all of Ren Yifei's plans, forcing him, who just wanted to be an NPC quietly, to start paying attention to 'ghosts'.

This dungeon was too cruel to him.

After breakfast, Ren Yifei returned to the apartment building.

When he just walked through the gate, his face changed slightly, his legs were put together, his expression was embarrassed and embarrassed.

He turned an angle, stepped faster, touched the wall with one hand, and started walking towards the public toilet on the first floor.

"Do you want to go to the toilet?" An old man couldn't help teasing when he saw his walking posture.

Ren Yifei's face turned half red, and he quickened his pace.

There are two toilets on each floor of the apartment building, at the corner.

As he walked over, the sensor light lit up pale, and a faint smell of blood wafted over.

On the wall of the shared sink, there are still bloody handprints and mouths left at that time, and the blood on the ground drips from the door to the sink.

Ren Yifei came in in a panic and groped into the men's toilet on the right.

After a while he came out and washed his hands at the sink.

His face and a few drops of blood were reflected in the mirror, and there was a vague figure in the corner of his vision.

He lowered his eyelids.

In this corner, at the blood-stained murder scene, there are only him and that vague shadow at present.Ren Yifei controlled, not focusing his sight, his eyes were in a state of chaos.

After washing his hands, he took his guide stick and walked towards the stairs with ease.

A pair of eyes kept watching him in the darkness, coming from him and leaving again.

The owner of those eyes was cautious and cautious, with murderous intent brewing in his eyes, and a strange lingering voice in his mouth: "Song Bozhi..."

Is there someone in the dark, is it a player, or a 'ghost'?

Ren Yifei grabbed the handrail and walked upstairs, his heart, which had just sensed the danger and accelerated rapidly, calmed down in just one breath.

I always feel that if you show a little flaw, you will die.

Just be more cautious, be more cautious.

He went back to the apartment and sat on the sofa.The surrounding sounds, lights and shadows all recede from the perceived world.

A toilet exactly like the murder scene appeared in his world.

Ren Yifei dropped the guide stick in his hand and walked over.

The female corpse was lying on the ground, her hair covered her face, there were several knife wounds on her back, and one of her slippers was missing.

On the right wall are bloody handprints and mouths.

He observed the lips. Although the lines were very thick, the twists and turns of the lip lines, the details of the corners of the lips, and the changes in the lip lines all showed that the murderer had a certain background in painting.

Ren Yifei walked over, the bloody handprints on the wall were about at the position of his chest, and the bloody lips were at the same level as his eyes.

Bloody handprints are from the dead, but bloody lips are from the murderer.

According to common sense, when people write on the wall, the words will be at the same level as their eyes. The person who painted the lips should be about the same height as him, about 1.7 meters six.

He also has another method of inference, the step distance.

There were many bloody footprints on the ground, and the pattern of the deceased's slippers was wavy, so the striped ones belonged to the murderer.

He walked over, looking for the correct sequence among several footprints.

In fact, there is no accurate formula between height and step distance, because people of the same height have different leg lengths, different walking postures, and different ages, which will lead to changes in the results.

Ren Yifei used his own height to test these steps.

"One, two, three." After three steps, he stopped, with a slight smile on his face.

A person who is close in height to him and has a certain background in painting.

The door to the thinking world was closed, the murder scene disappeared, and there was still a small room in front of him.

Ren Yifei was not in a hurry to dub, he went to the garden downstairs and sat under a corridor of wisteria flowers.

This is a gathering place for middle-aged and elderly women, often with children.

Players go to work and school during the day, and housewives have to buy and cook vegetables.The voice actor Ren Yifei who has been in the apartment building for the longest time, Hua Shirt is an idle gangster, an old retired old man, and a young man who is squatting at home.

Ren Yifei sat in the garden for a while in the morning, listening to the gossip of the parents, whose daughter refused to marry, whose son didn't have a job, these were the points that these middle-aged and elderly women talked about.

"Good morning, young man." Beside him, the old man sat down with a thermos.

"Hello." Ren Yifei smiled shyly at the source of the voice.

"Did something happen to us before?" The old player asked a vague question.

Ren Yifei was taken aback naturally, then recalled for a while, and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know, I've only been here for half a year."

On his side, the player couldn't get any useful information, and the old player tried several times, but all failed.

Suddenly, a child cried in the quiet garden. It turned out that a child was pushing someone else's battery car, but he was crushed.

The woman watching the child quickly took the child out, pointed to the upstairs and called for someone, saying that the other party's car stopped randomly and hit her little grandson.

A young man in a floral shirt came out from the third floor, who was one of the players.He frowned and looked downstairs.The woman already had a guilty conscience, and after being stared at by him, her anger became weak, and she took her grandson away with a few whimpers.

The flowered shirt went back into the house.

But after a while, the sun rose and the garden became hot. The middle-aged and elderly women with their children left one by one, and the garden became quiet.

Ren Yifei returned to his residence and continued to work on dubbing.

Although their timbres are the same, there are differences in the way of exhaling and speaking habits, which need to be adjusted.

Ren Yifei's dubbing is standard academic, but Song Bozhi's is more wild, both have their own characteristics and advantages.Now he wants to learn Song Bozhi's dubbing method, and he also finds it very interesting.

The joy of acting lies in this, to have another life for a short time.

"Dong dong."

At noon, the door was knocked twice.

Ren Yifei opened the door, it was the delivery boy, but not Xiao Zheng.

"I can smell the aroma of food." He smiled and said, "Would Xiao Zheng come in and sit for a while?"

"I'm not Xiao Zheng." The delivery man at the door said, "He delivered the order on the other side."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Ren Yifei had an embarrassed expression on his face. It happened that it was very noisy outside, and he asked rather out of words, "What's going on outside? It's a bit noisy."

The delivery man glanced back: "It seems that an old lady and a young man are arguing."

"is it?"

He poked his head out to 'listen' his ears, and the voice sounded familiar.After a while, the administrator came and tried to persuade the fight.

"What are you doing?" Saman came back from get off work and had dinner. When he went upstairs, he stretched his neck and pricked up his ears, like a hare on the prairie.

"Mr. Lin, is there someone arguing downstairs?"

Saman didn't turn his head back, with a mysterious smile on his face: "Yes, it was...very noisy."

Back at the rental house, Saman put together the damaged monitors, wrapped them in paper towels and threw them into the trash can.He checked the surveillance in other places again, and there was nothing unusual.

Ren Yifei was eating in the room, he heard the door next door opened and closed again, that player seemed to have gone out again, I don't know why he came back on purpose.

"Ding dong, ding dong." The phone vibrated and a call came.

"Mr. Song, have you been waiting for a day?" The editor said kind words in a tone of gritted teeth.

Ren Yifei looked up at the ceiling: "Actually, it's almost finished recording, so I'll send you an episode tonight?"

"Really? That's really great, then I won't bother you, enjoy your meal."

So he also knew it was lunch time?

Ren Yifei had no choice but to go back to the recording studio, put on the earphones, aim at the microphone, and enter the recording time without distractions.

Hurry up, he finally delivered an episode of the recording before dinner.

The dinner is still not delivered by Xiao Zheng.After the meal, Ren Yifei packed up the takeaway boxes and the rest of the rubbish, and was about to throw out the trash can outside the apartment building, when a young man in a flowered shirt walked up to him, who was framed for parking indiscriminately in the morning.

He had a dark face, with the golden words "Tenant No. XX" on his head, and there was an indescribable fierceness in his eyes, as if a "ghost" would be torn to pieces by him as soon as he appeared in front of his eyes.

Ren Yifei brushed past him.

Another exposer, what did he do to be exposed?

Ren Yifei didn't have time to think too much, he suspected that his role identity was somewhat entangled with the 'ghost'.

This is another challenge for him.

That night, he didn't sleep, listening to the door opening and closing.

Sure enough, the black shadow came again.

Ren Yifei closed his eyes, but he could feel that gaze wandering over his body like a snake, wet and cold, with an indescribable stench.

"You should be, my most successful work. I want to kill you with my own hands."

That cold voice was also like a snake, cold-blooded and creepy.

The black shadow was like an out-of-control monster, it 'touched' his face and body through a thin layer of air.

That greed does not contain lust, but plunder, destruction, possession.

Ren Yifei felt that the other party's emotions were on the verge of losing control.The only thing that holds him back may be the rule that 'ghosts' cannot harm npcs.

He controlled his breathing, pretending to be mature and sleeping, but the goosebumps were uncontrollable, and every pore that felt the stimulation was screaming.The darkness at this time is also a kind of protection for him.

For the role of 'Song Bozhi', the other party could hardly control his desire to kill.

Yesterday 'it' could still control its own breathing, but tonight, its breathing became heavier and a little short.

The third night, the fourth night, can he survive it safely?

Would this guy really not take the risk of breaking the rules and kill him?

Ren Yifei couldn't guarantee it.

And the most damning thing is that if you keep pretending, you may die. If you don't pretend, you might die faster.

There is simply no way for people to live!

He wanted to lift the lid of the coffin again.

After a while, the black shadow finally left, and the room returned to calm.

Holding his ghost card tightly in his hand, Ren Yifei closed his eyes.He needs a good rest to deal with the next thing, such as finding out this 'ghost' and beating him violently!

That night, he had a nightmare all night, dreaming that he fell into the snake's lair and was swallowed alive.

Then the information is updated again:

[The second night: Ranger. 】

[Two players die, and two-eighths of the 'ghost' seal is unlocked. 】

Because of having a nightmare all night, Ren Yifei woke up a little early today, and his mental state was not good. He only woke up a little after splashing cold water when washing.

He looked at his pale but handsome face in the mirror, wiped off the water on his face with a towel, changed his clothes, prepared to go downstairs for a walk, and then went straight to breakfast.

He opened the door while yawning, poking with his guide stick.

"Ok?"

The guide stick poked a face.

The young man in the flowered shirt lay prone at the door, his face facing his direction, motionless.

The face was well-made up, the hair was combed, and the clothes were even neatly buttoned. It was different from the past.

He was carefully powdered, the foundation close to the skin color covered the original blemishes, his eyebrows were carefully painted, and only one mouth was very strange, specially turned into smiling lips.

In his hand, there was a knife with blood on the tip, and the blood was black.On the ground was a black blood-painted rose, not drawn with a finger, but scraped out with a knife, with sharp edges.

Ren Yifei noticed that his nails seemed to be blue-purple, which was a sign of poisoning.

"..."

'Ghosts' are really sick.

Ren Yifei moved his lips, he knew that this was not a person, but a corpse.

A well-groomed corpse specially placed at his door.

Rose is synonymous with love.

But the 'ghost' says love to him?

No, it's more like showing off and marking, showing off one's abilities to one's possessions.

He felt suffocated.

It's more like being humiliated.

It's like being cornered by someone, with bombs tied around your body, asking you to cut blue or red.

The author has something to say:

red?or blue?

Ah Fei: ... the accumulation of anger points