The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The old player went out, and the second grandson also went out. The remaining four people looked at each other and wanted to say something, but after what happened to the old player, an invisible wall was built between them.

"Otherwise, let's go out and have a look? Anyway, it doesn't matter where we stay." Xiaomei smiled dryly, and she brought a broom with bare branches from the corner, took a deep breath, and walked out of the mourning hall.

"Then us?" The sweeping old man wanted to find some courage.

Ason nodded.

So, after Xiaomei, Ah Song and the old man sweeping the floor followed one after another, only the monk sat there motionless.

"At least there's light here, and it's safer."

The monk comforted himself. He was very scared, keeping his head lowered.

He is an ordinary person, and he has no power to resist this kind of ghost thing. He just knows the danger, but what can he do?It's better to shrink here and forget everything for the time being.

The mourning hall was silent for a long time, and Ren Yifei's eyes narrowed.

Look to the left, look to the right, no one, he breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out the card with his left hand under the table, opened his eyes a little wider, and took another deep breath of incense...? !

And, monk?

Ren Yifei felt his breath stuck in his throat and almost coughed.

The monk on the front left is sitting on a bench, hugging him and shivering, silently, only the golden letters glowing quietly in the sky.

hold on!Monks keep their heads down!

He put away the cards, moved his eyelids back at a speed of [-] centimeters per second, and breathed flat.

Isn't it just a fixed posture?

He also played one corpse after another.

In the front yard behind Ren Yifei, and the houses on both sides, there were players coming in and out. They held up lights, pushed and pulled the doors, making a lot of noise.

The old players searched purposefully, and the new players followed suit, mainly because they wanted to get some shelter.

"Did that player run out of the yard just now?" Xiaomei found the second grandson's shoes by the gate. She looked at the not-so-strong gate, and felt a little bit moved: Do you want her to go out and have a look?

Just after refilling, he took a look at Xiaomei: "If you go out of this door, you will definitely die."

I don't know why, but she felt kindness on this man's face, so she cheekily stepped forward and asked, "Brother, may I ask, why did you die?"

"Who is your eldest brother?" Tim fueled his brows.

"Sorry, that, sir?" Xiaomei whispered in favor.

Tianyou looked at her, was silent for two seconds, and asked her, "Did you see the keyword?"

"Happy funeral?"

"Yes, since it is a happy funeral, we were brought here by this funeral. Once we go out of the door and go out of the scope of 'mourning', we will directly deprive the player of his identity, and he will definitely die." Refueling is a rare kindness, and he explained patiently Once.

"Can I just stay where I first appeared?" Seeing that he was in a good mood, Xiaomei asked cautiously.

"No," Timothy shook his head, "Every game is different, and players need to make their own judgments. Cherish these two hours, time-out is a benefit only for beginners."

Xiaomei still has a lot to ask, but the refueling player has gone far, and he went to the backyard.

The old player was right. Not long after, everyone's cards were hot, and the numbers changed, from 9 to 8.

Card Tips:

[One player dies, and one-eighth of the 'ghost' seal is unlocked. 】

"What do you mean? Is it..." Xiaomei who was in a daze in the yard looked at the cards in her hand, her throat was dry, and she didn't dare to think about it.

Never before had death been so close to her.

Veteran players take one look and continue to search for clues, killing a planned rookie without even making their eyebrows twitch.

They care more about the 'Ninth Man' and 'Ghost' than this newcomer.

The 'ghost' is hidden in the player, none of them know who that player is, and everyone except themselves cannot believe it.

As for the ninth person who disappeared...

find it out!

Here, the mourning hall has remained silent, and the 'monk' has not raised his head.

Ren Yifei observed for a long time, so he developed some courage. He sat in front of the card table with a smile on his face, holding a card on the table for petrification with one hand, and a black card under the table with the other, and quickly glanced at it.

Now there are two reminders: 'what people detest, ghosts detest', and 'when the player dies, the ghost unlocks the seal'.

Regarding the first hint, Ren Yifei's understanding is: 'Ghost' is very concerned about the player's disrespect to the dead.

Putting gold on the head is the result of "disgusted by people", so it is also disliked by "ghosts".

Who cares if someone disrespects the dead?

The family of the deceased?If you cross it out, that family will look weird at first glance, even a layman like him can see it.

Is that the dead man himself?

That is to say, the amiable elder in everyone's mouth, Granny Harue?

Ren Yifei put a question mark on the name, and then analyzed the players who had already played.

A total of nine players, eight of them played, one died, and one of them was a ghost.

The remaining players are...deadly?

Ren Yifei, who regretted his life, made up his mind again: Being a player is so dangerous, I choose to become an npc.

NPC Ren Yifei began to analyze the second item: The death of a player is directly proportional to the strength of the boss.

In other words, the later the stage, the more the number of deaths and the stronger the boss.

Oh, the boss is actually a growth-type late-stage boss.Isn't that bad for players?

Holy shit, do players still have basic human rights?

Oh, he seems to be an npc now?

That's fine.

When the midnight was about to pass, several old players went back to the mourning hall.

A certain npc who secretly relaxed his muscles sat upright in an instant, holding a card, with a smug smile on his face, the curvature of his face was natural and relaxed.

so professional.

The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law looked at the two of them: "Do you want to exchange clues? Each person has one valid clue. Needless to say, the real body of the 'ghost' is already guessed by everyone."

After thinking for a few seconds, both Jiayou and Changsun nodded.

The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law immediately raised her hand, and a translucent barrier wrapped them up: "Walls have ears."

"My first one," said the eldest grandson's daughter-in-law, "There are five laying hens in their family, but eight eggs in the nest have not been picked, which is at least two days' worth.

"Eggs are something that farmers value. If they can't take care of chickens because of some accident, then the death time of the deceased may be two days. What happened here two days ago?"

Refueling has returned to the long-burning lamp, with an oil pot in his hand to refill the lamp, he said a clue: "In the dry well in the backyard, I found a piece of hemp rope that was just used, with nail scratches on it, suspicious and related to the deceased."

The eldest grandson also gave a clue: "I heard the conversation between the deceased's daughter-in-law and the old monk. After seven days of chanting, the descendants will kneel in front of the hall all the time, which can eliminate the resentment of the deceased."

These are three clues that are not so important but really effective. At least now they know that the deceased may have been strangled or hanged. The cause of death was related to something that happened two days ago. in.

These clues can help them find the player played by the 'ghost'.

These three people will not come up with more important clues.They couldn't even be sure if there was a ghost among the three, so they definitely wouldn't show their cards.

The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law revoked the barrier, and they didn't mention the previous clues, but talked about the 'ninth person'.

"I've searched everywhere, even the roof." Tianyou shook his head, "It seems to be invisible."

"Compared to the theory of invisibility, I prefer to believe that it is disguised as an NPC." The eldest grandson suspected that the ninth person was hiding nearby, in the pile of NPCs, and was looking at them proudly.

This feeling made the eldest grandson very uncomfortable, and he continued: "The dungeon is the reappearance of the 'ghost' obsession. Its understanding of the dungeon surpasses any player, and it can almost perfectly disguise it.

"'The Ninth Man' may be the entry point for this dungeon."

All eyes are on the mysterious disappearance of the 'Ninth Man'.

The unknown represents countless possibilities, which means that they need to make more exclusions, and it also means that their workload is greater.

And veteran players like to have everything in their hands.

Even if it is just a face-to-face meeting, even if you don't know the name, you can still get a lot of information.

Now a player is missing, and the feeling of being out of control makes them anxious.

In such a small place, with so many people, how did this 'Ninth Man' disappear?

When the three of them were thinking about this question, Zishi passed quietly, and the world suddenly became noisy again.

The young night watchman in front of the card table slammed down the cards in his hand: "I won, come on, give me money, give me money. If I don't give it now, I will give it later. I will definitely win all the way."

"The wind must be in the wrong direction, change positions!" The three people on the opposite side threw a few copper coins unwillingly.

Because he was too arrogant after winning, Ren Yifei was kicked aside in the next round, and lay down on an empty table pitifully, as if he had lost all his bones.

Ajie passing by spurned him: "Yes."

Ren Yifei didn't move at all, the seemingly random position was carefully chosen by him, one side was leaning against the wall, the other was sideways, one hand was massaging the other under the table.

The arm that had been raised for two hours was already numb, like frozen tofu hanging outside in winter.

Everything in the mourning hall is as usual, the crying is still hoarse, the singing is still humming, the spirit of playing cards is the best, only the players are not in the right state.

The monk sat alone in a corner without speaking, and no one asked about his second grandson's disappearance.

It wasn't until the other three players came back that the npcs responded.

"Where did you go? No one can be found anywhere! The teapots over there are all empty, and the things are not cleaned up." The kitchen aunt caught the player Xiaomei and scolded her, her eyebrows were raised, she was very unhappy.

Xiaomei apologized again and again, very humble.

She hadn't noticed yet, because of 'dereliction of duty', a golden word appeared above her head: 'running errands'.

As for the other old man, he was also blamed for dereliction of duty, and two golden words appeared on his head: 'cleaning'.

A Song came last, he was told by A Liang, and the golden words 'Night Watchman' appeared on his head.

In one night, a second grandson died and three more exposed people were added.

Ren Yifei wrapped his vest tightly and continued to lie on the table.

He felt very tired, not just staying up all night, but also the mental and physical exhaustion caused by acting all the time.

The hand didn't seem to be his own. At that time, being able to control the playing of the cards was already his limit.

Sleep for a while, just squint...

Ren Yifei relaxed his body and forced himself into emergency charging mode.

"Ah—" A scream broke the silence of the mourning hall.

He bounced off the table suddenly, his eyes bloodshot.

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