I died on the first day of the game

The eight people did not continue to quarrel, and left in the same direction in an orderly manner. On the surface, it seemed that the conflict had been resolved.

"Cough cough."

Liping cleared his throat and put on a look that nothing happened and he was thinking of everyone, "Walking around like this is not an option. I don't know if there is any difference between the time here and the reality. Where should we start? Should we split up? We have to discuss it, right?"

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, the youngest Miao Yingying responded in a soft voice, "Well... I also think everyone should discuss it."

Qin Shuning walked and said: "You are right, but I still suggest to go together first, after all, you don't understand anything, and being scattered is also a chance for people to attack."

The others didn't speak. Liping looked around at the expressions of the crowd, knowing that he was too eager to express himself just now, which aroused suspicion, so he warmly echoed: "I think so too, so let's start from here?"

He was referring to the front left, a small single-storey building with a yard.

Like the whole environment, the red paint on the exterior wall of the house is clean and bright, and clusters of flowers and plants are neatly arranged in front of the door. Liping tentatively touched the fence around the outside, and the fence door made of dark wooden strips opened in response, as if Welcome them in.

Several people looked at each other and filed in.

"Can we take these things casually?"

Seeing Zhang Shijie walking around the yard, Miao Yingying tore down the curtains hanging outside the windows of the house, and couldn't help asking.

Zhang Shijie didn't care: "What's the matter, didn't you read what was written on the paper just now? Doesn't it mean that NPCs are required to cooperate with us?"

Miao Yingying pursed her lips in disapproval, but did not refute.

Liping glanced here, turned his head to study the fence, and pretended not to see it.

He hoped that more people like Zhang Shijie would come and step on the thunder for him more.

Jiang Suhui seemed to be in a good mood again, humming an out-of-tune tune and squatting by the grass, picking wild flowers one by one.

But the yard is only such a small place, and the focus is still on the house. Seeing that there was no danger, Liping stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

It was quiet inside and outside the house. Liping knocked back and forth several times, but no one responded. Through the glass, he could only see that the house was empty and poorly decorated. It didn't look like someone lived there.

He yelled again, Zhang Shijie heard the sound, pushed him away impatiently, and pulled the doorknob with his hand.

The material of the door cannot be seen, but it is not heavy, and it was slightly shaken by him. Zhang Shijie took two steps back and was about to kick it open.

"Wait!" Qin Shuning noticed the movement here, raised her eyebrows and called out to the man, "The game didn't say that we can destroy the scene buildings at will?"

Zhang Shijie didn't take her words seriously at all, and kicked the door loudly.

Liping's eyes flashed, and he walked to Qin Shuning's side to stop her movements: "It's useless, I persuaded you just now, not only did he not listen, but he almost hit me, let's not say a few words."

Qin Shuning didn't show any face to him anymore, crossed her arms across her chest, fixed her eyes on the door, and snorted softly: "You think I want to control him? I'm afraid that it will be all of us who will be unlucky."

The door panel shook more and more violently, and finally couldn't bear the continuous impact. It broke and slammed on the wall of the house with a crisp sound.

Zhang Shijie glanced at them provocatively, then turned and walked in.

Yi Mian watched the whole process from the side, chatting with Chu Wu casually, pretending that they just met each other.

At the moment when other people's attention was on the house with the door open, he whispered, "Are you a survivor or an NPC this time?"

He had wanted to ask this question a long time ago. From the experience of many inquiries in the second world, no one has ever seen NPCs participating in the game. They and the survivors are two distinct groups, but the man in front of him is neither picture.

Yi Mian even had a feeling that why she was different from other survivors might be able to find the answer in the other survivors.

Chu Wu seemed to have expected that he would ask this question, so he folded a small flower and stuffed it into Yi Mian's hand: "I'm the same as you."

This also refers to...?

The other party obviously concealed something, but Yi Mian raised her head and looked into the man's eyes, which were full of unknown emotions and sincerity, and he couldn't ask any more questions.

He knew that Chu Wu had no malice towards him, and he did his best to help him understand the main god and fight against the game, but he couldn't understand whether there was a price or restriction for all of this.There is no way to tell more secrets, which is also a normal thing.

He nodded slightly, unknowingly found a reason for the man's concealment, looked down at the thin petals between his fingers, closed and opened his hands, and put it in his pocket.

"I found both of them, so don't snatch them from me."

Zhang Shijie had already come out of the house with a piece of cloth, seeing that everyone was looking at him, he lifted the two pieces of cloth, one red and one black, triumphantly.

"Think too much, no one will snatch it from you."

Qin Shuning murmured in a low voice, and was about to go to the house to find out with her long legs, but was startled by a figure that suddenly appeared at the door.

A woman wearing a dark gray dress, obviously an NPC, slowly came out of the door, her eyes were expressionless: "Hello."

Was this NPC here to scare her on purpose?

Qin Shuning took a deep breath, swallowed the swear words that almost blurted out, and moved a few steps silently, exposing Zhang Shijie in front of the woman.

Sure enough, the woman also fixed her eyes on the short-haired man: "Did you take something from my room?"

Zhang Shijie's arms were tense, and his mouth was still strong: "It's me, what do you want?"

"You need to do me a favor before I can take it away." The woman straightened her arms and pointed at the red cloth, as if she was reading a line.

"What are you busy with?"

Several people were inexplicably relieved, thinking that this is the normal progress of the game. If Zhang Shijie just opened the door and left so easily, they would feel more trapped.

"come in."

The woman seemed unable to see the crumbling door and led them into the living room, if this place with only a few stools was called a living room.

The inner walls of the house are also painted red, which looks inconspicuous from the outside, but it feels depressing when you enter it, like walking into the bloody maw of a beast.

Bright red is never a good color in an escape game.

Seeing that all eight people sat down, she cut to the chase and said, "I want you to tell me his identity."

Before the others could react, Zhang Shijie, who was pointed at, froze, and took the lead in objecting: "You asked the wrong person! They don't know my identity!"

The woman ignored him, turned her head to look at the little girl on the left who was trying to make herself smaller, and said, "Let's start with you."

Miao Yingying opened her mouth, her eyes slid over the man in fear: "But I really don't know his identity..."

Yi Mian watched blankly from the side, but his mind was running at high speed. The missions and notices were indeed issued by him, but the requests from the NPC were beyond his control.

Is this also the design of the game?Did the host already know that he would understand the prompt?

"You said."

The hard female voice interrupted his thinking. The NPC woman was very stubborn, and he believed that Miao Yingying had been staring at her intently since then.

Miao Yingying looked at other people several times, as if asking for help.

But this is a game where no one is destined to show kindness. Even if someone wants to help her, they have to consider whether it will break the rules of the game and implicate two people.

The NPC's expression began to change, the mouth was pursed into a straight line, the eyebrows were lowered and depressed, and the nose wrinkled and twisted into an impatient shape.

Miao Yingying was terrified when she saw it, she didn't dare to procrastinate any longer, she was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "I think... I think he is a commoner."

The woman's expression returned to her normal expression in an instant, and she looked at the second person: "Speak."

With the first person at the beginning, the rest will be much smoother. The second person is Qin Shuning. She followed up and said, "I also think he is a commoner."

"civilian."

"It's a civilian."

The next few people followed their words, and Yi Mian was no exception.

In the round table room, he noticed that Zhang Shijie watched Miao Yingying more often than other people, especially when the host mentioned his teammates.

Miao Yingying has been avoiding the man's sight, but this shows that the two know each other, and there is a high probability that they know each other's identities.

"You go."

The woman listened for a while, and said neither right nor wrong, she just nodded and signaled that they could leave.

A group of people came in out of nowhere and went out out of nowhere, but Zhang Shijie got nothing but two pieces of cloth.

His teammates looked bewildered. How could Liping let go of this opportunity, and immediately stood up and made a conclusion: "The collection of materials is not in danger, and the NPC is not a real person. This time it should be a simple game field. Let's hurry to the next place!"

This time, no one objected, and they all walked forward behind him.

Miao Yingying was at the end of the team. Her hands and feet were still cold, and she staggered out of the house by her physical instinct.

When she was called by an NPC woman, she was so nervous that she forgot how often she was breathing. She was an ordinary woman who looked like a real person, but she felt like she was in a quagmire when she was being targeted. .

"...It should be soon, um, yes."

Liping was still chattering in front of him, no one paid attention, a man quietly slowed down and walked up to the girl.

"Ah!...It hurts!"

The thin gasping sound instantly attracted the attention of several people. Miao Yingying's face was pale, and she squatted on the ground with her ankles covered, tears rolling in her eyes.

Liping frowned in his heart, and asked with concern on his face, "What's wrong?"

Miao Yingying lowered her head, her short hair covered her expression: "I'm sorry! I accidentally sprained my ankle..."

She tried to stand up with her arms on the ground, but her legs barely trembled. No one could tell that this girl couldn't walk for the time being.

Ordinary sprains on weekdays may be fatal in games.

Liping glanced at the six people in front of him: "Here, who will help her?"

Qin Shuning scoffed, "Why don't you go?"

Experienced escapees know that friends can turn against each other, let alone a new stranger.

This is still a game that requires cannibalism. They all tacitly keep a certain distance from each other. Everyone who is close to them may be an assassin, and they may jump out and stab themselves at any time.

Everyone was staring at Miao Yingying's ankle, trying to concentrate on healing her, only Yi Mian noticed the short-haired man closest to her, with a triumphant smile flashing across her face.