The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

There was another bang, like thunder, or something broke, the ground trembled slightly, and the water surface rolled up into big waves.Ren Yifei immediately lay down on the boat, catching the cat with one hand and grabbing the edge of the boat with the other.

"Ahhh——" The three-story-high wave directly scattered the fleeing crowd.

"Slap!" The wall formed by the white waves was photographed, and due to the distance, only a little wave hit the boat, but the glass fish tank buzzed, and he immediately closed his eyes, as if the person and the boat were slapped flat.

The rain was pouring down, water was all around, and the clothes were soaked.

Because he was far away and surrounded by foam, the boat was miraculously safe and sound.Ren Yifei raised his head with difficulty, and there were some sundries floating on the empty water.

He stretched out his hand to paddle in the water: "Hello? Is there anyone else?"

They are all fishermen, so they will not drown in this little water, right?

However, the aftermath of waves on the surface of the water directly washed away Ren Yifei's small canoe. He kept looking into the distance, only seeing floating debris, but no people.

Stretching out his hand to wipe the rainwater off his face, he sat blankly on the boat, watching the scene like the end of the world, and stopped talking.

"The coastline began to collapse in a large area. If there were no accidents, the people on the edge would have almost been wiped out." Looking at the screen in her hand, the little girl thought to herself.

The warm yellow lights above the head flickered, and the faces of the people in the room also flickered.Currently present, half of them are players, they do not communicate with each other, they think independently.

When the npc was still at home, the players had already started to act. They were the first people to come to this manor.

However, players don't like to gather together, and most players have a repulsive mentality towards the same kind in a dungeon.So, these players split apart.

There are three players in this small forest hut, all of whom are self-sufficient, and the rest are asylum seekers coming up one after another.

The expressions of the asylum seekers are uglier than those of dead relatives. Some are angry and cursing, some are crying and have a psychological breakdown.

After that, more than a dozen asylum seekers came one after another, each of them was full of panic, crying or trembling, some came empty-handed, and some carried emergency rescue supplies.

"The island has collapsed." The refugee from afar cried and said, "There was a bang, and half of it sank into the sea."

Others who heard the news were shocked: "How did the island collapse?"

"I don't know, it's just collapsed! It's cracked!" The person who spoke looked very broken, and he covered his head, "I don't know what to do next!"

In the forest hut, various cries came and went, and the sound effects circulated three-dimensionally.

The little girl turned her face away, and the other player was also indifferent. They were all thinking about one thing: too many survivors, sometimes it is not a good thing, and there are too many uncontrollable factors.

It would be nice if there were fewer survivors.

Only Saman, who was sitting in the corner against the wall, opened a rural magazine and did not speak.

This manor has already gathered eight players, and he is not sure whether the 'Black Rabbit' is hidden in the npc of the manor or has not arrived.Hope 'he' heard the broadcast.

This copy is very unfriendly to 'him'.

The camouflage stream lacks the props and skills of body protection, and he has only entered the corner of the desert for less than a month, not to mention that there are still many players with evil intentions.

Looking at the wind and rain outside through the glass door, Saman pursed his lips.

somewhere down the mountain.

Most of the water in the boat was scooped out, and the black cat stood in the barrel, arching its body to shake off the seawater.

Ren Yifei, who was still floating on the water, stood in a daze for a long time facing the sea that suddenly became ferocious and brutal: "Go to the mountains first. No matter what, survive first."

He went wrong twice, and he didn't find the entrance to the manor until he met other refugees, a concrete road hidden in the mountains and forests.

The manor is built on the hillside, and a little light can be seen vaguely above.There is a straight concrete road at the foot of the mountain, the road is fairly wide, there are guardrails on both sides, and signs are thoughtfully hung on the side of the guardrails.

The intersection at the foot of the manor mountain was full of small boats and various floating objects. The latecomers used ropes to tie their small boats to the main army, and Ren Yifei followed suit.

Holding the barrel and the cat, and carrying the bag, he walked from the wet boats to the concrete steps.

People on the concrete steps walked in twos and threes, some with families, some alone, men, women and children.Their shadows fell in the wind and rain like ghosts.

Against the wind and rain, Ren Yifei walked with difficulty.

Bones followed him all the time, but the others didn't seem to notice.

The asylum seekers in the crowd also acted awkwardly and looked panic-stricken, but Ren Yifei didn't see anything behind them either.

He suspects that only the targeted individual can see these things.

"Ah!" With an exclamation, an asylum rolled down.Ren Yifei sideways avoided, he raised his head and saw a panicked figure from behind.

The people who rolled down took away several unfortunate refugees, and there was constant shouting and cursing from below.

Everyone's emotions are in a tense state, and if anything goes wrong, the gas tank will explode.

After that these people became more careful.

Carrying a goldfish bowl, dragging a heavy burden, Ren Yifei, who just wanted to find a dry place to sit and rest, climbed the stairs expressionlessly, passing one after another terrified and frightened asylum seekers.

Looking back at the small boats and the thin figures in the rain, the entire island seemed to be shrouded in invisible shadows.

"Meow." The black cat huddled in the wooden barrel, carefully looking at the outside environment, and its voice was much weaker.

"Don't worry, it will be there in a while." Panting, he walked up step by step. The wind was very strong, and he felt that he would be blown off by the wind at any time, and rolled down. He had to bend over to have some sense of security.

The steps are all made of cement with anti-skid patterns, so they are still slippery in heavy rain.

Wearing a goldfish tank is really one of the best choices he has ever made. Although the rain shakes all the way and his ears are buzzing, his head remains dry. Even if most of his body is soaked, he will feel much more comfortable.

Those who hold umbrellas and wear raincoats are almost soaked at the moment, and they can't see the road clearly. If they don't pay attention, the soles of their feet will slip.

The pocket of his trousers against his thigh was scalded, Ren Yifei thought it was an illusion at first, but then he felt something wrong, only to realize that it was already eleven o'clock.

The watch is soaked through, and I don't know if the watch is waterproof or not. I can barely see the direction of the hands through the glass cylinder.

Sure enough, it was eleven o'clock.

The information may have been updated.

Could it have something to do with the skeletons protruding from the side, the rainstorm, and the collapse of the island?

Surrounded by people, he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend, so he didn't dare to act rashly, just pretending that the anomaly in his pocket didn't exist.

Avoiding several falling incidents along the way, he finally arrived at the manor built on the mountainside.

There is a ticketing platform covered with vines. There is a lot of moss growing on the steps. The gate is open. There are specially planted flowers and trees on both sides. The branches and leaves have not been repaired for a long time, and they look messy. They are still beaten by rain. It's all over the place.

"Crash." A golden lightning flashed, and the manor under the heavy rain became even more spooky.Ren Yifei raised his hand to wipe the glass jar, wanting to see the manor more clearly.

In front of him was a large arched iron gate, the iron gate had peeled off paint and had dark red rust.There is a neon sign for "Starlight Manor" on it, but several light boxes are broken.

The house number at the lower corner wobbled in the rain and broke in half, leaving only the two numbers 12.

This manor looks a little dilapidated, and it gives people a strange sense of ominousness.

The door has opened, and a woman in a beautiful white dress is standing at the door. Her hair grows to her waist, like waves, and she looks good even when she is completely wet.

"Welcome to Starlight Manor." She stood inside the iron gate, without a smile on her face, she was as cold as ice, and she remained motionless, as if she didn't welcome them.

Because of this strange and contradictory attitude, the people who came in couldn't help but glance at her several times.

"Is it the owner of the manor?" They talked a lot.

"I am the owner of the manor," she heard everyone talking, "please restrain yourself after entering, and don't damage the things inside."

Her voice was cold and hard, as cold as a storm.

It was a tall young man beside her who was much warmer: "Come in, everyone, there are towels inside."

"Go! Don't go in!" There was a bearded old man standing at the door, crazy, and when he saw a person, he yelled, "Don't go in, there are ghosts in this manor! They will turn people into ghosts!"

It was the lunatic I saw during the day, his clothes were wet from the rain, and looked even tattered.

Everyone was uneasy, but suddenly the uncle yelled at him, and the whole person hesitated.

The owner of the manor glanced at him: "You don't have to go in, assuming you have other places to go."

"You can't go in, you will die if you go in!" The lunatic old man was holding a loudspeaker, but there was probably no electricity, so his voice could only spread within a limited range, and was suppressed by the sound of the violin next door.

That's right, the wandering artist playing the violin is also there, standing under the eaves at the moment, playing like no one else is around.

The world is his stage, and the wind and rain are the accompaniment.

I don't know why, but when they heard the sound of his violin playing, the flustered team suddenly calmed down, and the balance in their hearts tilted in the direction of 'going in'.

Two young guys in staff uniforms walked out of the manor, and they beckoned everyone to go in.

The manor has its own generator, so there is still electricity, but it has to be used sparingly. The street lights are all dimmed, and only the windows of the row of wooden houses in front are shining with orange light.

For those who have endured the darkness all night, this light means hope and civilization.

They no longer listened to the old man's words, and rushed towards the light like flying.

Ren Yifei couldn't wait to run over, he thanked the owner of the manor: "Thank you, I have caused you trouble."

The owner of the manor glanced at him, with a strange smile on his lips: "You're welcome, I like polite guests."

The brightest row of wooden houses falls in the middle of a large lawn, and there is a "Crystal Palace" with an all-glass structure beside it. Looking inside, it is a restaurant.There were people there too, some sorting things out, some taking off their clothes and wringing them out.

He was going to the largest room in front, but he was bumped by the crowd rushing in from behind: "Get out!"

In the blink of an eye he was pushed to the edge by the irascible crowd.

how so?He was a little strange, a group that was still calm before, suddenly became a little crazy.Because you are close to your destination, you can't maintain civility?

Standing under a nearby tree, he saw this group of people pouring into the cabins, and then arguing with those who had arrived before.

These people's tempers are too violent.

Shaking his head, he noticed a small mushroom-shaped house on the other side.

Away from that row of cabins, it looks special.

The small mushroom house is at the end of the gravel road, surrounded by towering fir trees. In the night, under the rain, the light shines through the small windows.

Like a poor man lost in a fairy-tale forest, he stumbled upon a Smurf village and staggered towards the cottage.

The mushroom house is not big, the paint on the roof and walls has peeled off, the bright colors have become dull, mold has grown in the corners, and it smells like a basement, as well as the unique salty smell of the sea.

But no matter what, it is more comfortable than being in the rain.

"It's really comfortable." Pushing open the door and walking into this brightly lit single-story building, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the air became warmer.He immediately put down the barrel and backpack, took off the hood of the glass tank, revealed his pretty and youthful face, and took a deep breath.

Pulling the tape off his neck at the same time, 'Sla', hissing in pain.

Huh?It smells so good...

A familiar burnt aroma wafted in the air, like a cafe waiting for him in the cold night, with warm lights inside and all kinds of sweets in the window.

"Your deduction has a huge flaw..."

Ren Yifei lowered his brows by a percentage point: Dessert player, Saman.

The author has something to say: Ah Fei: Huh, a huge flaw?