The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The 'invisible' Ren Yifei didn't know what happened, his expression was confused, and he groped in the air with one hand: "Ma'am, are you okay? What's wrong?"

The aunt crawled back a few steps, pointing at the dead body in horror: "Dead, dead!"

Saman next door put on a windbreaker and came out, his short boots made a rattling sound: "Stand still."

Another person died, and the remaining players quickly gathered.

But they didn't come close, their eyes were guarded and vigilant.Yesterday's mutual temptation and framing eventually led to such evil results.

Players who have powerful props in hand that can save their lives can still calm down, while those novice players who have only played the game two or three times will feel miserable.

There are nine players in the group, and there are six left.

Saman and the young man behind him looked like they belonged together.The old player, calm and unhurried, seems to have something to rely on.Student players, fighting alone.The delivery boy was shivering.

Another one is still unknown.

Neighborhood is the name of the low-end bureau, and the configuration of the mid-range bureau.

The information prompt is not clear, there are too few clues, and the few players who have never played the mid-level game are simply blinded.

The hints on the card were too low, and they could only infer that the 'ghost' was a young man with a height of 1.7 meters. He probably had access to cosmetics in his life, and his makeup skills were also good.

"There is one person missing." This sentence came from the student player, "This person is either a master of disguise, or a 'ghost'."

He looked at the other players with a little nervousness, but his eyes were frank.

He is a young man with a height of 1.7 meters. There are two other people who are eligible, the delivery man and the younger brother behind Saman.He felt that everyone doubted him, so he first introduced the 'Ninth Man' who hadn't shown up so far.

Half of the time has passed, but they don't even know the true identity of the 'ghost', let alone the identity of the character.

"Shall we cooperate?" the student player continued. He looked expectantly at the old player and Saman, but the delivery man and the attendant were ignored.

The old player thought for a while and nodded.

"Okay." Saman said.

The student player knew that he lacked experience and needed a big boss to play with him, so he volunteered to do the hard work.For example, examining dead bodies.

There were many contusions on the body and several fractures.

"It seems to be twisted like this alive, then killed, and then put on makeup." He shuddered, "This 'ghost' is so perverted, is it perverted in the first place?"

"Why draw a smiling face?" The old player thought about this question.

But until the corpse disappeared and the npc left, the players still had no clue.

They decided to do it all over again.

"The name of the copy is the neighborhood, and the 'ghost' must be one of the residents of this apartment."

The old player spoke first.

"But I've inquired, and no one has died in this apartment building in the past three years." The old player continued.

"Anyone who has played a lot of dungeons knows that if the real body of the 'ghost' is dead, then its death time will usually not exceed one year. Since no one has died in three years, then the time of this dungeon should be that the 'ghost' is still alive when."

The other players were taken aback for a moment, but a few hadn't reacted yet.

The old man waited for the others to come back to their senses one by one, and then said with a little complacency: "NPC and player identities are not compatible, there is no real body of 'ghost' in npc. That is to say, the role of 'ghost' is among our players, The true identity of the 'ghost' is also among our players."

Their bodies may be the true bodies of 'ghosts'.

"Could it be the three people who have died?"

"Not good."

Everyone was silent. Although the area had been delineated, it was not easy to find out.

"Maybe you can think about these three information reminders again. All the information is related to the real body of the 'ghost'. Broken Dragon Mountain refers to parents who protect their children regardless of right and wrong, and are willing to take the blame. You Xiaer is an ancient hooligan. A gossiping woman is a woman who likes to gossip and spread rumors. They are all negative adjectives."

Saying that, Saman looked around at these players: "Is there any point in your identities that is easy to be ridiculed and ridiculed?"

The student player thought about it for a while: "This identity is a poor student. He repeated the grade twice. It seems that he has no hope of entering the university. As for the family, apart from being poor, everything else is fine."

The old man went on: "The widowed old man picks up trash for a living."

"Orphan, with scars on his face, poor." The delivery man touched the scar on his face with a helpless expression.

"The rural areas are moving into the cities, desolation and poverty." Saman said these words in the tone of a domineering president.

"I... just lost my relationship, does that count? I still have to stay at home," the young man who followed Saman laughed dryly, "Oh, and poverty."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and it was the point of being ridiculed when they said it.That's right, living here is so downcast, what kind of smooth life can it be?

Saman looked at the corpse that disappeared on the steps, he raised his head, his room was on the right, and the blind youth's was on the left.

The first time, the young woman was in the toilet downstairs and her mouth was scratched.

The second time, the flower shirt died at the door of the blind youth, and the 'ghost' also painted a rose at his door.

The third time, the middle-aged woman died on the stairs. Her death was horrific, her limbs were twisted, and she was rolled into a ball, as if... rolled into this.

He remembered that he once stopped those two children and asked them why they made fun of the blind young man, but the two children said naturally: "He is blind, who made him blind?"

Is it the words and deeds of the family?

If it is family influence that causes the two children to go astray, then their parents are responsible regardless of right and wrong, and they are most likely to be immoral.

Saman had some thoughts in his heart, but he didn't say it.

At this moment, Ren Yifei was still sitting in the breakfast shop, and he sneezed.

Suddenly creepy.

There is no special news today, what the eldest sister said is only trivial things.

Speaking of which, she should also know that person, right?It was the person he saw at night, the character identity of the 'ghost'.

Now he already knows the character identity of the 'ghost', so what about the inside?

Full play and full calculation, up to sixteen or seventeen hours.It's time to find the real body of the boss, tsk...

"Sister, how many people are there in our apartment, I want to ask you about it."

It turns out that everyone has been rejected and gossiped by neighbors.

What's going on with this apartment?Are you ashamed to call yourself Neighborhood Harmony?

If the elimination method fails and you can't find your real body, can you pass the level by killing the 'ghost' face to face?

Thinking about this question all the way, Ren Yifei returned to the apartment.The stairs are clean and there is no trace left.

"Mr. Song." A person turned out from the stairs.

Ren Yifei laughed: "Is it Mr. Lin? Didn't go to work today?"

"Today is the weekend."

Saman stood there, waiting for the blind young man.

"I'm new here, and I have many questions, but I don't have any other acquaintances here, so I have the cheek to visit." He also took out a bag of fruit, and it looked like he was indeed visiting.

"Call me Bozhi," Ren Yifei fumbled for the keyhole, and nodded embarrassedly in the direction of the voice, "Please come in."

The door opened.

Although it is a blind man's house, everything inside is in order

As soon as Ren Yifei entered the door, he put the guide stick on the side hook, and showed a very relaxed expression on his face, which was different from before.

"Please sit down, would you like some apples?" He said as he took the clean cup, poured a cup of warm water from the drinking fountain, and put it on the coffee table.

"No, thank you." Saman put down the fruit bag, took the water glass, and sat down on the sofa.

"This is?" Ren Yifei heard the sound of the bag.

Saman folded a banana and put it in his hand: "A little fruit."

"you are too polite."

The two of them pushed for a long time, and after a few back and forth, they seemed to have completed the transformation from the neighbors they had met to the neighbors who could have a little friendship.

Things went well, and Saman's smile became more real.

This house is the same as his, except that it has a stronger atmosphere of life, and there are many things that represent the owner's personal preferences.

Everything is placed in the most suitable place, showing that there is no trace of second person living here.

Saman was suddenly a little disappointed, but he didn't know where the disappointment came from.

On the inner side, there is an all-glass home recording studio, which may be related to the work of the owner.There is also a large bookshelf outside. On the bookshelf are special books for the blind, which are very thick and have raised points on the spine.

Saman also found a bag of newspapers.

Strange, blind people also need newspapers?

"Have Song and Bozhi lived here for a long time?" Saman asked while holding a water glass.

"Huh? It's been a while, what's the matter?" Ren Yifei asked puzzled.

Saman's eyes were still observing the room, but his mouth was smiling: "No, it's just that you don't go out very much, so I thought... you don't go out all the time, and it's hard to know a few neighbors."

Ren Yifei covered his face and smiled: "You said the same thing as my sister, it's not like you don't go out at all, and you know many people."

"Can you introduce me? I've been here for a few days, and I haven't met many people yet." Saman picked up the water glass and drank, but looked at Ren Yifei with inquiring eyes.

Ren Yifei didn't notice at all, and was still warmly entertaining the guests.

He took out the snacks from the drawer, arranged them one by one, and said with a smile: "You will get familiar with it after staying here for a while. Unlike me, Mr. Xiao Zheng has delivered me takeaways many times, but I just Know he's a neighbor. Have a snack?"

Xiao Zheng?Delivery guy?Saman thought about it.

"Thanks, I'll just drink water. Are these newspapers?"

"Newspapers? Are these on the bookshelf?" Ren Yifei didn't look back, just reached over and took down the bag containing the newspapers, "These are brought by my sister, she will tell me about the news."

Saman looked at the bag, and the latest newspaper was curled up on the outermost side. He saw the words 'serial killing' and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

If the npc is a paper man with its own program, then all the information that appears in the dungeon is derived from the memory of the 'ghost', and there is very little information that is completely useless.

Veteran players are good at using this information.

"Is this the latest news?" Saman pulled out the newspaper, and the headline was the arrest of the suspect in the serial murder case.

Below is some information about the victims. The deceased were all young and beautiful women who disappeared in the middle of the night and appeared next to the garbage dump the next day.They were made into dummies with makeup on their faces.

The most special thing is that their eyeballs have been removed, and fake eyes are embedded in them.

Saman's eyebrows twitched.

He looked at the smiling young man opposite him, with a soft and harmless aura exuding from his body, and his facial features were exquisite.

There are photos of the victims in the newspapers, they have a pair of similar eyes, almond eyes, double eyelids.

Just like the young man in front of me.

"What's wrong?" Ren Yifei asked strangely as if he felt the gaze from here.

"It's okay, you don't go out very much, are you working at home?" Saman lowered his head to read the newspaper carefully, but he seemed to care about the blind youth.

"It's a job on the Internet." Ren Yifei didn't seem to notice it at all, and was still responding seriously.

They chatted for a while, and when the time was almost up, Saman felt that it was all right.

"Do you still have something to do? Sorry to bother you for so long. Can I come to you again in the future?"

Ren Yifei looked very happy, and his smile became brighter: "Of course."

"Thank you for your hospitality, I'm leaving first." Saman wrote down the contents of the newspaper, then rolled up the paper and stuffed it back again, "Don't send it away."

The door was gently closed, and the sound of footsteps quickly disappeared.

Ren Yifei's smile turned into foam and dissipated. He twisted his neck, leaned lazily on the sofa, and took a sip of the warm water in his hand.

His eyes slowly shifted to the table.

There was a bag with newspapers in it, and the latest one was brought by his sister on the first day.

What clue did the other party find after watching for so long?

I don't know where the players are, since they can deduce that the 'ghost' has some special attention to him, then there must be a lot of clues available in their hands.

Perhaps, you can consider cooperation.

Ren Yifei took a sip of water, took the roll of newspaper with the other hand, unfolded it a little, and saw the headlines.

Isn't this the case that the lady at the breakfast shop at the door is talking about?

His gaze moved towards the plate below, and his expression changed slightly.

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