The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

As the vermilion door slowly opened, a beautiful figure appeared in front of him.

"I've been waiting here for a long time, brother."

It was the language of flowers, she was wearing the previous blue flower hairpin on her hair, she was smiling, and there were tears in her eyes.

She waited here for a whole night, because she firmly believed that her brother would return safely.

Flower language can't kill him, neither can anyone.

But she also shed tears for Huali. If they hadn't been separated when they were young, she could have taken care of her, and Huali would not have become what it is now.She is also responsible for all of this now.

Ren Yifei walked in through the gate, he thought a lot, if anyone in the NPC could be his help, Huayu must be one of them.

No matter Qinghong or Huali, he was unable to suppress them, but these two were obstacles in his way.Qinghong might be able to use his acting skills to procrastinate, but Huali harbored hatred for him, so Ren Yifei thought of using his strength to fight.

Undoubtedly, the flower language that has a complicated relationship with the flower fence is the best candidate.

"You know why I came." Ren Yifei said, he used declarative sentences, his eyes seemed to read people's hearts.

Because of the 'Senior Brother' filter, Huayu also felt that everything was in the heart of the senior brother, and there was nothing to hide, so she nodded: "I know, because of Qinghong, and also because of Huali."

"Bring Huali, I have something to ask him." Having said that, Ren Yifei paused, and said in a calm tone, "Be quiet, she is your sister after all."

Hua Yu slowly bent down: "She is dead."

"died?"

"Hua Li has a sudden illness and cannot be treated in time." Hua Yu wiped away her tears, "Don't mention her, everything my brother wants to know is here."

With that said, she walked straight towards the main hall.

The door of the main room opened as soon as it was pushed, but there was no one inside: "This is Qinghong's room, I can't enter, senior brother can."

Ren Yifei walked in.

Qinghong's house is very clean, except for the necessary things, there are almost no items with personal preferences.If it wasn't for his clothes in the closet, Ren Yifei wouldn't be sure that this is his room.

"Dang bang."

Ren Yifei heard the sound of something falling: there are other people in the room.

He ran in immediately, only to find that there was an inconspicuous door next to the bed, and there was a small room inside.

"..." When he saw the furnishings inside, he froze there.

Almost the entire room is full of portraits of Mr. Crane, each of which has a signature, stating the time when the painting was made, and the person who painted it.

From the oldest to the most recent, each one is stamped with the seal of 'Qinghong'.

Ren Yifei looked at an open box on the ground, black lacquer inlaid with mother-of-pearl, the lid fell to the side, and there was a red feather on the ground.The voice he just heard came from here.

The box is empty, perhaps something has been taken away one step ahead of time.

"Brother?" A flowery voice came from outside.

Ren Yifei stuffed the red feather into his sleeve, and came out of Qinghong's room.

"Brother, have you ever seen a picture?" Huayu asked as soon as she saw him.

"It was taken away first. What's on the picture?"

"It was taken away by someone? God's will?" Huayu shook her head, "It was something that Huali brought to Qinghong when she came."

"Don't mention the picture beforehand. Do you know where the missing demon went?" Ren Yifei asked Huayu. Since Huali died and Qinghong was not around, he could only ask her.

If Huayu doesn't know, he can only take the risk to test Qinghong.

There are only over 40 players dead, but half of the players are not seen along the way, and even most of the monsters are missing.It can be seen that most of these missing persons should still be alive, but they are confined to a certain area.

Restricted, but not killed.Either it is incapable of killing, or it cannot be killed immediately for some reason.

For example, it is a 'ghost' who wants to kill them.

Huayu took a deep breath and looked at Ren Yifei: "I don't know much, and I have a contract with Qinghong, and I can't take the initiative to disclose this matter in any form. Brother, please ask, if you can answer, I will never hide it. "

This is embarrassing. Ren Yifei originally wanted to say something, but he didn't think there would be such a 'contract' restriction.That's right, if someone shakes out everything, this dungeon will be too simple.

"How are you and Qinghong all these years?" After a long silence, Ren Yifei asked the first question.

As soon as this question was uttered, Huayu's eyes turned red, and she shook her head: "Thank you, brother, I'm fine. He and I are in our own right."

"Isn't the child from Huali?" He asked the second question.

Huayu was stunned, she immediately reached out and brushed her forehead, as if to cover her face, at the same time, her eyelids drooped, and she closed her eyes to avoid Ren Yifei's sight.

Ashamed, this expression represents Huayu's mood at the moment.

The purpose of the Spring Banquet is to gather together and to celebrate the birth of a child.So the origin of the child is also a very important point, and Qinghong has emphasized the birth of the child several times, so there must be something that can be deepened.

He stared at Huayu: "Is the child yours?"

Huayu shook her head subconsciously, but said in her mouth: "I'm sorry, brother, I can't talk about this matter."

Ren Yifei has already made a judgment: the language of flowers is not.

This is within his expectations.

But, why should she be ashamed?

Seeing her expression, she couldn't ask any more questions, Ren Yifei put down the child's matter, and asked again tentatively: "The other monsters have gone to...the tower in the lotus pond?"

Huayu smiled bitterly: "Qinghong is on guard against me, I have never participated in many key points, I'm afraid I won't be able to help senior brother."

In this regard, Ren Yifei was naturally disappointed.

According to the current clues, there must be something wrong with the lotus pond. How can he explore under Qinghong's nose?

Ghost card one, props two, limited edition phantasm, these are the cards in Ren Yifei's hands now.

He couldn't compare with those old players who had many skills and props, and he couldn't even compare with the previous dessert players—at least he didn't have the confidence to explore Tingyun Pavilion at night.

Then his greatest advantage is actually the identity of 'Crane Lord'.

Ren Yifei remembered his first game, it was also the identity of 'A Fei' that helped him win the support of npcs.

The first game was fine, why not this one?

How could the big demon who was invited to the banquet be willing to be played by Qinghong in the palm of his hand?They are the most likely help Ren Yifei can get.

The most urgent task is to wake up those npcs who are still alive but comatose.

He suspected that these big monsters had fallen into hallucinations just like him before.Ren Yifei is an expert in illusion, but he still got the trick, so how can these monsters escape the colorless and tasteless hallucinogen?

He thought of Qinghong who set up this trap, and wondered if he could get some clues about this hallucinogenic drug from him.

"Do you know where Qinghong is?"

Huayu shook her head, she couldn't control Qinghong.

Ren Yifei thought for a moment: "I'm here to look for you, first hide it from Qinghong."

"nature."

"Wait, brother." Huayu called him, "This may help you."

What she handed over was a purse, Ren Yifei didn't know what it was, but seeing her seriousness, he carefully accepted it.

"Brother, please take care."

"Ah."

Before she finished speaking, Huayu saw her senior brother's figure stretched and shrunk, from a living monster to a paper crane, flapping its wings and disappearing.

She stared blankly at the direction of Zhihe's departure, and she didn't realize that it was an illusion before: "Senior brother's illusion technique has improved, maybe he can end all of this..."

In the underground world at this time, Saman finally caught up with the progress of other players - they were stranded on a huge platform together.

Qing Lin stood with him and asked in a low voice: "It seems that they are all trapped here, what should we do?"

"Wait." Saman said a word.

With so many people falling down here, it can be seen that this place is by no means peaceful on the surface. Naturally, Saman will not act rashly and become a lesson for others.

Qinglin thought the same way, and they ran all the way, encountered many monsters on a narrow road, and their bodies were covered with layers of dried monster blood, which was very uncomfortable.

At this time, the two of them needed to take a good rest, eat something, and replenish some energy.

So they no longer looked around, but walked to the side and sat down, and took out some dry food from their sleeves to eat. The other players looked over and stared at the dry food in their hands.

The aroma of food disperses in the cold space. The aroma of wheat can soothe people's soul. Even people who don't feel hungry can't help but look at it.

"Did they bring food?" The players whispered, with a little eagerness in their eyes.

Qinglin was stared uneasy, turned her back and started to eat.

Saman doesn't avoid people, but looking at the layers of monster blood on his body, and then looking at the giant sword that has also experienced vicissitudes, the player's small thoughts shrink back.

Now is the darkest hour before dawn, so we can't lose here because of a piece of cake.

No matter how fragrant it is.

"It's the third day now, if we're stuck here for the next four days..." A player had a bitter look on his face.

Players will not die from starvation, but whether they should be hungry or hungry, that taste... tsk tsk.It is said that a player gnawed his arm into a bone after starving for seven days in a dungeon.

Some players who just want to see the end just discovered this predicament. In addition to the possible danger, do they actually have to face the crisis of water and food shortage?

"Did you bring food?" A player with ragged clothes and a thigh exposed came closer, "Brother, it's amazing."

"Are you unprepared before you come?" Saman asked.

"Hey, don't mention it, I didn't expect that I would end up here."

This is the truth, you can tell by looking at the other party's disheveled appearance, this is really unprepared.

"On the first day?" Saman put on a gentle smile, "Is there nothing in the original owner's pocket?"

"These demons are all animal spirits. They are natural survival experts in the wild. They don't have to worry about food and drink. Who would prepare things? My two pockets are empty, let alone food, and I don't even have a change of clothes. "The player touched his exposed thigh and shivered.

The other players feel sorry for each other, they are all in the same situation.

"You said that these monsters are also, we don't ask for everything, but when you are a guest at someone's house, you have to prepare two clothes for a change of clothes, right? But there is none of this."

"Crack." Saman broke open a piece of cake with pickle stuffing in it, and the sour smell that stimulated the secretion of saliva permeated.

"Your pancake looks quite big, isn't it delicious?"

The player who spoke was still looking at the dry food, salivating.

Seeing this, Saman stretched out his hand and took out another big slap cake with a bulging water bag, and put them on the ground together.

"I think everyone is just resting here. Is it because of something special?" Saman patted the water bag and said with a smile, "I'm so hungry."

The player looked at the food on the ground and licked his dry and peeling lips.He looked at Saman, hesitated for a moment, sat down, and picked up the round cake in one hand: "Anyway, you will know sooner or later, and it's the same if I tell you now."

He took two mouthfuls of the round cake, gulped down half of the water, and wiped his mouth:

"Don't look at the monsters flying around above ignoring us now, as long as we move a little and want to go up, no matter what way, that thing will cover it in a piece, and no matter how awesome a person is, it will go up in an instant Turned into a pile of bones."

"There is always a way, otherwise why are you waiting?" Saman asked again.

"The way..." The player ate half of the pancake again, licking off the crumbs from his fingertips one by one. "It can only be at a certain point in time."

"How to say?" Saman smiled and handed out a fresh fruit, which was a loquat that came along at the banquet, and the yellow color was very attractive.

The player was really attracted, and said casually: "In the two hours after dusk, most of these bugs will go to sleep, although there are still, at least it doesn't look like a large area at other times."

"Didn't try it yesterday?"

"Hey, don't talk about it." The player took a bite of a loquat, "You don't know, after the dusk here, it is like dripping into ice, which is definitely as exaggerated as minus [-] degrees. Several players froze to death. Later we cut I barely survived without building some walls for warmth."

Saman thought for a moment: "No one tried?"

"No, more than a dozen people went up last night, and none of them reached the top. There are still too many monsters, and it's cold. But today, so many people came, maybe we can try again tonight."

Saman nodded as he listened.

"By the way, do you know what it's like outside?" He took out another loquat.

For the sake of loquat, this player decided to buy one and get one free: "The outside is overwhelming, full of bugs. Let's not talk about going out, and we don't even think about getting close to those entrances and exits. Even if you have skills, there is a time limit, right?"

Following the player's line of sight, Saman saw the light-transmitting holes on the wall, and he stroked his chin thoughtfully.