The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

I don't know if the channel that I applied to enter Hong Kong before has been transferred again. He tapped the radio several times, but there was nothing.But Ren Yifei didn't turn off the radio either.

Against this background of delicate atmosphere, I always feel that a louder voice is more reassuring.

In other words, he didn't really enter some disaster dungeon, did he?Like a tsunami?

"Impossible. If it was really a tsunami, based on the altitude of this small island, the final result is basically no survivors." He himself denied the conclusion of the tsunami.

"There's a low chance of a tsunami, a higher chance of an earthquake, and of course a mega typhoon."

This time the typhoon was very strong, and he had already noticed that there was rain splashing on the edge of the window, and the inner window sill became wet.

I don't know if this repaired house can withstand it.Seen from the roof with serious rain leakage, it is overhanging.Fortunately, it was a single-storey house with wooden beams and tiles, so no one would be killed if it fell down.

There was a constant 'clicking' sound, a bit like the sound of something cracking.However, he did not find a crack in any wall for the time being.

Inexplicably caring about this voice.

It doesn't always ring here for no reason.

'Hiss' The instant noodles on the chopsticks were sucked into the mouth, and a few drops of soup were thrown out.The over-soaked instant noodles become loose, and the vegetables inside are rotten after soaking for too long. It is not delicious, but it is enough to satisfy the hunger.

If you can't determine the direction of danger, then first quietly accumulate your own strength, for example, eat first.

As the rain intensified, the room became darker. If the curtains were drawn, it would be completely dark night.

There was no light in the room, so candles and torches had to be sparingly used.

The mobile phone still has power, 60.00% [-], not too much, considering that it may have other uses, he will not touch it, and eat noodles in the dark.

There was only one noodle cake in a bowl of noodles, and he ate it up quickly, and he took out the soaked vegetables, sausages and eggs one by one.When this situation is unclear, every bite of staple food should be cherished.

He didn't drink the rest of the soup, but poured another glass of water to clear his mouth.His eyes have adapted to the dark, and he can make out objects through blurred shadows.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the window was crackling, and it was suspected that the glass above would shatter in a second.

Ren Yifei remembered that he saw a roll of yellow plastic tape before, so he found the yellow plastic tape on the cabinet in the dim light of the room, and also found a pair of blunt scissors.

All the windows were pasted with rice-shaped tapes, and by the way, some fragile debris in the room were moved to the corners, Ren Yifei was satisfied.

"In this way, the damage caused by glass shattering may be slightly reduced."

The curtains in several places have been drawn, and occasionally something can be seen sticking to them, casting a shadow.On the other side, the disturbing sounds of "click, click, click" have not stopped.

"What the hell." He sighed.

The radio was not working all the time, and Ren Yifei didn't care about it, just put it aside and made harsh noises.

In addition to the bad environment, other bigger changes have not yet begun.

"The time has not yet come, or a certain condition has not been met?" he thought to himself.

Unlike before, this is a personal battlefield, and there are no residents near this house.He doesn't have to worry about the existence of players, nor can he borrow the light of NPCs, so he has to arrange his time and energy more carefully and reasonably.

The hour hand points to three o'clock, and the minute hand points to twelve o'clock. It turns out that it is already three o'clock in the afternoon.

There was no electricity at home, it was raining and I couldn’t go out, and I couldn’t do anything.

Since you can't do anything, why not...

Wearing shoes, with a quilt covering his stomach, one hand got under the pillow, Ren Yifei lay on the bed, and fell asleep in less than ten seconds: why don't you sleep.

"Happy to meet."

"Hello."

The precarious Mazu Temple, several players occupying a corner to restrain each other, and the wooden door that was blown 'clang' by the wind, this is what Saman sees now.

This time he is a character with long legs again, wearing jeans, white sneakers and a black hooded jacket, carrying a large camouflage backpack, looking cool.He was holding a black umbrella in his hand.

It was obviously windy and rainy outside, but his black umbrella didn't move at all, and his body was clean, not a single drop of rain got on him.

He walked slowly into the Mazu Temple, and several players inside became nervous, as if a group of hyenas had encountered a lion head-on, although Saman was smiling and looked very kind.

Heh, the really kind players are long dead.

He reached out and shook the umbrella, and the umbrella was automatically folded and rolled up in his hand, turning into a black bracelet hanging on his wrist.

Saman just packed up a batch of supplies and walked to the Mazu Temple on foot.

Sudden downpours followed by earthquakes and sirens are never the right time to stay in a hotel and go out.

He chose to leave the hotel. These players gathered here naturally had their reasons.

Saman's ostensible identity is a tourist who comes to play. In addition to toiletries, clothes, and documents, the rest of the backpack is an introduction to the island. There are a bunch of recommended attractions in the travel book, and the Mazu Temple is one of them. one.

But he suspects it's not that simple, since he still has a disability certificate in his backpack.On the certificate is the character's face, with a bitter expression and a physical disability written underneath.

Leaving doubts about his identity aside, he is not a disguiser, and his role mission is to escape, so the identity of the character is not that important.

He came to Mazu Temple in the rain, not for tourism, nor for being full.Just because, this is a 'supernatural copy'.

That's right, this dungeon has 'good friends'.

There are many ways for players to judge the attributes of a dungeon. The most intuitive way is to look at the skills and props they carry, which ones work.

Before entering the dungeon, players have to choose skills and props, but skills and props have usage restrictions, so props can at least clarify the properties of the dungeon in the first place.

Saman has a passive skill 'Passerman' that only applies to the supernatural copy, and it's on.

Passerby A: After entering the supernatural dungeon, ghosts always ignore your existence.Very suitable for salted fish players.

Knowing the attributes of this dungeon, the first thing he considered was religious places.

First, occupy the advantage of the field.Second, find out if there are any props available.

The other players probably thought the same way, so when they saw Saman coming in, although the three of them looked welcome, they didn't have much smile in their eyes.

There are only so many resources, and all those who come are grabbing food.It wasn't that there were no players passing by before, and they were directly expelled by the three.But Saman, they dare not act rashly.

Without the cover of the umbrella, the wet and cold feeling on his body became obvious immediately.

The raindrops were brought in by the wind, and he stretched out his hand to catch some, but the touch felt a bit wrong, and when he twirled his fingertips, it felt thick, and when he sniffed it again, there was a faint salty smell.

Although it is the seaside, the rainwater comes from the sky, and the distilled water meets nodules and condenses and falls, so theoretically speaking, there will be no salty taste.

Saman glanced out, and the heavy rain poured down like a river, and it accumulated a shallow layer in the blink of an eye.He seemed to see something swimming in it, but when he looked closely, there was nothing.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta." The sound of something cracking was vaguely heard.The three players inside moved immediately to check the walls and the ground.

There was no abnormality, neither cracks, nor snakes, rats and ants crawling out, but the ceiling began to leak.

Tick-tock-tick, the bluestone slab in the middle quickly got wet a little.

One of the classic opening scenes of ghost films, a weird rainy night.

Veteran players with a lot of game experience relax on the contrary: Familiarity is a good thing, which means that the routines are similar.Islands, rainstorms, earthquakes, I don't know if it is a ghost ship type, or a sea ghost type that goes ashore for revenge.

The backpack was placed on the ground, and Saman sat on it, leaning on a pillar and resting with his eyes closed: night is the key, there is really no need to waste time on doubts.

The other players didn't speak either, they had to recharge their batteries to meet the challenges after nightfall.

The rain line flew obliquely, and the distance could not be seen clearly. This small temple was like a lone boat separated by rain.It's not just here, the rain is an invisible hand that separates those players and npcs.

There were more and more places where the ceiling leaked, and the accumulated water flowed all the way to Saman's feet.Saman glanced at it, took the luggage to the stone pier, and opened the umbrella again.

This round may be very bad for the camouflage flow, he suddenly thought of this question.

A dungeon with a large number of people and a lot of people is good for hiding and taking advantage of the camouflage flow, but this kind of dungeon puts players in a relatively independent and closed environment, which instead tests the individual's ability to deal with disasters.

He came in chasing the black rabbit, which meant that he was here too.

'Black Rabbit' is a complete newcomer, the first time he entered the game was [-] days ago, can he cope with today's complex environment?

"Cough cough."

to finish.

After a good night's sleep, instead of feeling better, I started to feel dizzy and weak in limbs, which looked like cold symptoms.

When I touched my forehead, I didn't feel it, because my palm was also hot, but I felt that the surface of the pillow was a little cold, and my whole body was afraid of the cold.

Sure enough, it was a cold.

God wants to kill me.Ren Yifei covered his forehead and let out a breath, his throat hurt a little, did he turn into a fire-breathing dragon?Flame spit out of the mouth, right?

Just being in the rain for less than 2 minutes, and then taking a shower immediately, and still catching a cold?Paper lanterns are not as good, is his physical fitness so poor?

He must have stayed up all night, and he must soak wolfberries in water when he goes back, he thought sadly.

Her lips were dry, and she was still a little thirsty, but the boiling water was in the small living room several meters away from the bed.After he boiled the water, he poured some of it into the thermal kettle next to him, and there should be quite a lot of it right now.

"Drink more boiled water when you have a cold." The wise words appeared in his head.

Struggling to get up, he prepared to pour himself a glass of water.But only one foot was stretched out, 'snap', the plastic slippers stepped on the water, making an obvious sound.

"water?"

Feeling the flashlight at the side, Ren Yifei turned it on and took a look, he was stunned: only the concrete floor was shimmering, and the feet of all the furniture were slightly soaked.

Then turn the light to the door and window, and see that water is gushing from the crack of the door, and the same is true around the window.

Tick, tick, and when the lights turned, he found that there were several water leaks on the ceiling, and different ripples met and interfered on the water surface.

There are even on the wall, a wall hanging out of the waterline as fine as a comb.

"Rain, so heavy?" He made a hoarse voice.

The water covered half of the plastic slippers. The thickness of the slippers was about one centimeter, and the water on the floor was estimated to be only 0.5 centimeters.But it continues to rise, sooner or later without shoes, or even feet, or even the bed.

Do you want to patch the loopholes to prevent water ingress?

Ren Yifei's temples were throbbing with pain.

Forget it, it's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married, and I can't stop it.

As a matter of urgency, drink some water to restore blood.He stood up to get water, when the wind blew, he shivered: Why is it so cold?

Wearing a thin quilt, he staggered a few steps to the table where the kettle was placed. He poured himself a cup of hot water, blew on it, and took a sip carefully to moisten his lips.

It's still hot.

When the hot water was a little cooler, he took another sip. The hot water relieved the discomfort in his throat.

The watch on his wrist emitted two green fluorescent lights. It was past six o'clock, and he slept for three hours.

The kettle stand has two drawers.According to Ren Yifei's past knowledge, there might be some cold medicine in the drawer.He rummaged around and found two packs.

Comparing the date of the mobile phone, one pack has expired and one pack is about to expire.

He soaked himself the pack that was about to expire.

After drinking a cup of cold medicine, his body became slightly hot, so he poured another cup of boiling water and walked back, trying to cover himself with sweat and regain some strength before nightfall.

There was a 'crash', obviously walking very carefully, but the wet water splashed on the back of his feet, cold and wet and even a little sticky...

"Ah Choo!" He shivered, and the light from the flashlight immediately passed through, and a smiling face appeared in the shallow water, and the whites of the crooked eyes could not be seen.

Ren Yifei's pupils dilated slightly, and in the next second a sticky slender claw stretched out and grabbed his instep.

It was sticky, thick, cold, and dark. It was clearly a corroded hand bone with flesh.