Heartthrobs engage in bosses in escape games [Unlimited Streaming]

The yellowed crystal ceiling lights stopped flickering, and the lights in the distance seemed to receive some kind of signal, and one after another lighted up further away.

The time to enter the game is night, the high window is dark and the moonlight is cool.

Dull and slow footsteps suddenly sounded from the stairs above, approaching step by step, as if stepping on the heart of each player.

In addition to the sound of footsteps, there was also some kind of metal knocking sound, one after another.

Not long after, a figure in a dark blue tuxedo appeared on the wide platform with a cross at the top of the stairs.

The man looked less than 30 years old, handsome and capable, with a serious face, and a long scar like a centipede crawling around the corner of his left eye, which looked a little scary.

"Welcome all the guests from afar, I am the butler of Feng's Manor."

The man's voice was cold and his expression was stiff and numb, like a reading machine without emotion.

He stood right in front of the statue, with scrutiny in his solemn eyes, sweeping everyone on the field condescendingly.

"My master has important matters to deal with in the past few days, and it is not convenient to meet guests. Please stay here temporarily. After three days, the master will meet with you and decide on the right person to inherit this manor."

The master the butler mentioned was probably the manor owner Feng Zhenxuan who believed in demons mentioned by the system.

The system requires that the owner of the manor be eliminated within three days, but the master said that he will see the guests in three days. If the players of the successor camp want to eliminate the owner of the manor, they may only have to explore the location of the master on their own within the limited three days.

The butler was concentrating, and with his right hand wearing a neat white glove, he took out a bunch of darkened copper keys from his left breast pocket, and a golden pen pinned to the outside of the pocket.

Holding a black and slender ebony crutch tightly in his left hand, he took another step and walked down from the platform to the hall.

The keys swayed with the footsteps and collided with each other, making a series of "cracking" sounds.

The man seemed to have some problems with his left foot. He was limping and walking very slowly. The metal bottom of the crutch hit the ground for support, allowing him to stabilize his body during the shambling walk.

The butler stopped five meters in front of the player. He hooked the key chain in his hand with his index finger and raised it slightly, his face as cold as ice. All guests, please come and collect."

The players looked at the string of keys dangling in mid-air, all of them looked dignified. They were obviously quite afraid of this NPC who appeared suddenly. No one dared to be the first to step forward. is the condition that triggers death.

Looking at the first living NPC that appeared in the game, Yan Shaoqing couldn't help but think of the passive skills assigned to him by the programmer user group.

[Skill Name: Father of NPC]

[Skill Type: Special Class]

[Usage method: Passive trigger]

[Skill description: You have participated in the model design of game NPCs, and the breath of the creator makes the NPCs in the game have a natural awe of you.But don't think that these NPCs will give you extra benefits against the rules of the game. If the death condition is accidentally triggered, they will not be soft when they attack. 】

[Remarks: Speaking of additional benefits, there are actually some.When multiple people trigger the death condition at the same time, the NPC will ignore other death ranking conditions and set you as the last attack target. 】

Since the task issued by the system is to allow players to collect the keys, Yan Shaoqing feels that taking the keys should not be too dangerous.

He walked forward slowly, followed by the ice-like mysterious handsome man behind him.

Stopping one meter in front of the butler, Yan Shaoqing extended his outstretched right hand towards him.

The housekeeper's calm eyes moved slightly, and immediately flipped through the key chain, took one from the top, and carefully placed it in Yan Shaoqing's palm.

The cold metal texture fell on the skin, Yan Shaoqing looked up, and on the front of the key, there was a small square red paper label, on which the room number: 301 was written in blue and black pen ink.

The room number starting with "3" reminded Yan Shaoqing of the poster he saw before entering the game. At that time, the white skull smiled evilly at him, his withered hands were grasping the window on the third floor, half of his body Almost turned into the room.

Living in this unlucky room of 301, one would surely die very quickly. This evil NPC with bad intentions obviously wanted to kill him.

Yan Shaoqing raised his eyes to meet the gaze of the housekeeper, his brows were slightly frowned, his eyes were full of sorrow and grievance.

Although Bai Meigui has been standing in the distance, her eyes have been strengthened several times, and her eyesight has already far exceeded the level of ordinary people.

She could not only see Yan Shaoqing's movements from the side, but also see the other person's expression clearly.

Veteran players know in their hearts that the favorability of NPCs in the game is a matter of life and death, especially the key NPCs who promote the main line and provide clues like the butler, they must be coaxed like their own fathers, and they must not dare to offend.

This newcomer doesn't understand anything, and dares to throw face at the NPC as soon as he comes up. If he loses too much favorability, he will definitely die if he doesn't use her hands and feet later.

What's more, the newcomer is still a face with buff plastic surgery. The key NPC can see through the disguise, and ugly people often play tricks.

However, the NPC's cold words that White Rose expected did not appear.

Not only was the housekeeper not angry, but his pupils trembled slightly, his eyes trembled with sincerity, and his expression was a little flustered because of a rare confusion. "Excuse me, what else do you have to order?"

Since the other party took the initiative to ask, Yan Shaoqing directly confided his request, "Can I change to another floor?"

"Sorry." The housekeeper shook his head, and said in a gentle tone, "The room where each guest lives has been pre-determined by the master, and cannot be changed."

【Feel sorry?I don't have auditory hallucinations, do I? NPC will say sorry to the player? 】

【Honestly speaking, this is the first time I have seen such a situation. I watched the live broadcast before. The NPCs in the game are not arrogant. They are awesome. They have never looked good towards players. I hope that these outsiders will die as soon as possible. 】

[That's it, don't you understand?Undercover real hammer! 】

Probably benefiting from the special status of the inner ghost, the housekeeper's attitude towards Yan Shaoqing was somewhat respectful.

Such a harmonious scene made the other players extremely surprised and surprised, and in the eyes of those who thought about it, it was an ironclad proof of the collusion between the inner ghost and the owner of the manor.

However, everyone had already tacitly understood that Yan Shaoqing was an inner ghost, so there was nothing to discuss.

"OK then."

Yan Shaoqing reluctantly responded, gathered his five fingers, held the key tightly, and stepped aside.

The second person who walked up to the butler to get the key was Nangong Que, whose room number was "302", just opposite Yan Shaoqing's room.

The remaining eight players also received the keys one after another under the cold gaze of the butler.

Except that there are only two rooms on the third floor assigned by Yan Shaoqing, there are four rooms on the second floor and four rooms on the first floor, and all players in the same group have rooms facing each other.

Knowing that Yan Shaoqing got the key to 301, the expressions of the other players can be described as wonderful.

To be precise, not all players.

Nangongque stood next to Yan Shaoqing holding the copper key, looking excited and ignorant of the world, as if he knew nothing about the danger of 302.

The mummy's face was wrapped in white gauze, and no one could see the expression on his face unless he had see-through eyes.

Zhao Sanyuan was still lifted by the collar of the mummy like a chick, with a dejected face and legs clamped tightly, as if he was about to urinate at any time.

Mu Chenlong's main concern is compassion for the dying. Although the way is different, it is human life after all.

"Sister Rose, I don't think there is any need for insight tomorrow. This little boy must be the first to die. I'm sure he won't survive tonight."

Liu Kai moved his eyes close to Bai Meigui's ear, muttering in a low voice that could be heard by players around him, the schadenfreude in his sneering tone was obvious.

According to past experience, at least one player will die in an escape game every day. When no one has triggered the death condition, the order of the ghost killing will be sorted according to the player's score level, so the first to die is usually a rookie player.

Even if Yan Shaoqing is an inner ghost, everyone is equal in the face of death.

"Before moving in, there are a few things that I have to remind all guests." The butler said solemnly with dark eyes, "There was a plague in the manor two years ago, and many servants died suddenly of illness. There is a cemetery built for the servants in the woods of the back mountain, and it is very cloudy, and some unclean things will come out at night. So after dark, please do not leave the mansion casually to avoid danger."

"In addition, my master hates other people messing with his things. Everyone stays in the guest room temporarily, please don't move the furniture and any crafts in the house." The butler folded his hands and firmly grasped the top of the crutch, his low tone deepened A little bit, "Especially things hanging on the wall and on the table, you must not move them."

"I will personally deliver the dinner to your rooms later, all guests, please go back to your room first and wait patiently. After the meal at 9 o'clock, you can wander around the mansion freely." The butler looked at a rusty black door next to the stairs. Iron door, with a deep tone, "Except for the basement that must not be approached, you can go anywhere."

The eyes of the other players followed the steward to look at the past. The black was deeper than the night, covered with reddish-brown spots, whether it was rust or old blood. Even if they were far away, they could feel the ominous breath.

A padlock the size of a fist was tied to the iron door, and an iron chain as thick as an arm was wrapped around it several times.

"The manor has a curfew after 10 pm." The housekeeper continued, "Before 10 pm, you must go back to your room to rest. Otherwise, if something happens, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance."

"These are the rules."

The butler walked staggeringly, made way in front of the stairs, and signaled to the players to go at their own pace.

The mummy's room was on the second floor, and he didn't hesitate when he saw it. He grabbed Zhao Sanyuan, who was half paralyzed on the ground, as if he was dragging an object, and walked around the housekeeper and went straight up the stairs.

The white figure quickly disappeared from the line of sight, Yan Shaoqing stepped up the stairs, and as soon as he walked two steps, Nan Gongque immediately followed.

"Brother Yan, wait for me."

Nangong Que was half a head shorter than Yan Shaoqing, but her legs walked so fast that she didn't need others to wait.

Yan Shaoqing didn't slow down, walked to the wide platform with the cross in a few steps, stood right in front of this scarlet artwork, and looked at it carefully.

The statue was made of clay and covered with a thick layer of red lacquer, which smelled pungent, and even the erected inverted cross was blood red.

But the surface of the cross is not smooth, it keeps the roughness of the wood, it is obviously not painted, nor does it seem to be dyed with red dye later, as if the wood is naturally red.

The cross is more than four meters high. The hands of the statue are folded and nailed to the top with thick and long iron nails, and the whole body is covered with thorns and thorns.

With his height of 1.8 meters, his line of sight is barely even with the feet of the statue.

Yan Shaoqing raised his hand, wanting to touch the drop of red paint hanging on the toe of the statue that seemed to be about to fall.

"Please don't touch!"

The housekeeper walked to his side at some point and made a sudden noise.