I died on the first day of the game

The interior decoration style is hard to describe. The walls are deep dark red with inconspicuous rough textures, reminiscent of colorful origami in childhood.

The tall and thin man was not surprised by the decision made by the escapees. He quietly walked to the table and distributed some food and water to everyone.

"My place is not big. There are only four bedrooms. I want to live in the one at the end of the first floor. You can discuss the rest."

After the man finished speaking, he cleaned up the table symbolically, turned and went back to the room, without looking at them again.

Everyone looked at each other.

Jiang Suhui, who was silent all the way, suddenly pointed to the man at the end of the team, and said, "I'll share a room with him."

Yi Mian's eyes moved to the two of them, Yan Yi nodded and continued to remain silent, ignoring everyone's gaze.

He had never seen the other party talk more than self-introduction, and his sense of existence was so low that it was hard to be vigilant.

Although Yi Mian has reminded herself many times to pay attention to this man, she will habitually ignore him.

After Jiang Suhui finished speaking, he fell silent again, resting his head with his hands, all the words about exhaustion can describe his current state.

The others didn't object, Liping agreed for them, "It's fine if you want it."

The remaining six people tended to share a room with three people, and soon they had a domicile. Chu Wu must follow Yi Mian, and Miao Yingying shrank behind him, saying that she would not share a room with others.

Fortunately, in the game, most people still regard life-saving as the top priority. They only worry about whether there are ghosts among the teammates who live together, and don't care whether they are male or female.

Qin Shuning stood up sullenly: "Okay, let's go quickly after the division is over, the colors here give me a headache."

Because of the wallpaper, even with the lights on, the room looked even darker. The dark walls around were like the night outside the window, making it hard to tell whether it was dangerous outside or more dangerous here.

The short rest only filled the stomach, and the physical and mental fatigue did not ease. The faces of the escapees were more or less bored. Yi Mian also felt tired and closed his eyes, and followed the others upstairs.

There are two three-person rooms upstairs, which can accommodate the six of them. Jiang Suhui and Yan Yi live next to the owner of the room on the first floor. The layout of the rooms is exactly the same, and no one disputes the allocation.

Chu Wu was the last to walk in and locked the door carefully.

Yi Mian sat on the bed, watched Miao Yingying close her eyes as soon as she reached the bed, and the sound of breathing quickly became long.

He wanted to think about the weirdness of the game again, but his head seemed to be stuffed with a paste, and he couldn't stop sinking, and finally fell asleep.

late at night.

Qin Shuning was awakened by the movement outside the door.

"Mimi, don't make trouble..."

She yelled vaguely in a half-dream and half-awake, but instead yelled herself awake. It took a long time to react with her eyes open before she realized that she was not in a familiar bedroom, and there was no way her cat was outside the door.

Qin Shuning instantly got goosebumps all over her body, and pulled up the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes staring at the direction of the door.

She turned her head to look for the other two teammates, but in the darkness, she could only see two faint bulges on the bed. She held her breath, not daring to make a sound, let alone get out of bed. She simply covered her ears with the quilt, pretending she didn't hear anything .

The sound outside grew louder, like someone was arguing fiercely, it lasted for a few seconds, and then gradually weakened and returned to calm.

The quilt cut off most of the sound, and Qin Shuning fell into sleep again. Naturally, she didn't notice that someone moved quietly beside her.

An hour ago.

Liping was the first to wake up from the bed.

He woke up from the dream, feeling a dry mouth. He threw off the quilt and got out of bed in a daze, looking for the ceiling light switch on the wall.

The man moved forward against the wall, and instead of touching the switch, he held the doorknob. He pressed it habitually, took two steps, and began to fumble for the corridor light switch on the wall.

It wasn't until the cool air enveloped his whole body that Liping shivered, only to suddenly realize that the white wall under his palm was not the familiar one.

But he didn't dare to turn around and go back to the house.

Because the owner of the house was standing five or six steps to the left of him, even if he couldn't see his face clearly, he could feel that the other person slowly turned his head and looked towards him.

Liping prayed that the NPC would never find him, but the other party was obviously not what he wanted. The tall and thin man walked over step by step, and said mechanically, "Why are you up? Is there something wrong?"

Liping leaned against the wall and laughed twice: "No, no, come out to get some air."

The NPC man got closer to him instead: "Exactly, me too, it's too stuffy inside, I can't sleep."

"……yes."

The man chatted with him on his own: "Are you a resident here too?"

"Do not……"

Liping opened his mouth and wanted to deny it, but then thought about what the former host said when he came in. He is now playing the role of a "commoner", which is logically equivalent to a resident, but he is afraid that the other party will ask him why he doesn't live in his house, so he can only answer vaguely: "Well, that's right."

"Is it?" The man's tone was fluctuating, "Where is your home?"

Liping racked his brains to find the farthest direction from here: "It's, it's in the north, behind the tallest building..."

"Oh, I see, it's behind the King's Tower."

"King Tower? You know the King—you know the King? Do you know who the King is?"

Liping didn't expect to get unexpected rewards when he got up in the middle of the night. He was so excited that most of his fear faded away, so he asked immediately.

"Huh?" The man asked with a long voice in doubt, "Isn't the king among you?"

"Yes! . . . No, I mean, I don't know him."

"I don't know him either." His eyes slid across the two doors one by one, "But I can tell you that he has his own house just like you."

Liping said: "Is there anything else? Do you know anything else about the king?"

"And...he's awake now."

The NPC's tone became lighter and softer, and he made a booing gesture.

Liping didn't notice the other party's tone, he felt that he had got two big clues, and wished he could break into the three rooms immediately and see who didn't close their eyes one by one.

He is now completely sure that his route is correct, the game woke him up in the middle of the night to let him follow the plot, in order to help him complete the task!

It's true that Liping is a commoner, but his sole task is to replace the king. He thought for a long time, and the best way to clear the level is to let the king disappear than to find the assassin who might be armed.

After asking a few more questions, he found that the other party really had no other clues, so he lost interest in chatting with the man, and started to send him away: "Thank you for telling me, but I'm a little sleepy now..."

The man continued understandingly: "Okay, then I won't bother you, good night."

Watching his figure disappear at the stairs, Liping waited for a few minutes and followed.

Yi Mian heard the sound of the door closing next door, slowly got up from the door, and sat back on the bed.

"Does every NPC know who we are?"

He asked a question in his heart, and quickly refuted himself: "No, it's not fair. It's impossible for all NPCs to know the rules."

And why some NPCs are obvious tool people, while others occasionally show different emotions?Yi Mian thought of the male NPC's tone of voice that was no different from ordinary people, and felt something flashed through his mind.

Seeing the thoughtful look on his face, Chu Wu followed him and looked into his eyes: "Do you believe me?"

Yi Mian hesitated for a second, then nodded.

Even before he was involved in the game, no one had ever asked him such a question, but at this moment he had a feeling in his heart telling him that he could nod.

Chu Wu came a little closer, took his hand and wrote two words, and said softly: "My mission is to protect the king and help him hide his identity from being discovered by assassins."

After the man finished speaking, he continued to look at him with dark eyes.

Although she didn't say anything, Yi Mian still read a glimmer of expectation from it.

He should be honest about his identity, and then the two will join forces-this should be what the other party wants.

But will the game really set up a character who fully helps him?After being targeted for two rounds, Yi Mian questioned from the bottom of her heart.

Emotionally, he is willing to believe in the other party, but his rationality is desperately suppressing his emotions. He is used to analyzing the existing objective conditions and drawing the most possible conclusion, which is the opposite of emotion.

His brain, which had been dominated by reason for more than 20 years, finally began to struggle. He unconsciously frowned slightly, and looked away as if avoiding it.

In the darkness, the flow of time becomes less obvious.

Chu Wu stayed with him in silence for a long time, and finally let go of his hand naturally, walked to the window, lifted the curtains and said, "It's almost dawn."

The darkness is dispelled by faint light.

These words did not deliberately lower the crazy volume, the girl on the other bed moved and sat up in confusion.

Yi Mian breathed a sigh of relief, cleared away the messy thoughts in her mind, and was the first to stand up: "Let's go."

The two roommates went out one after the other, Miao Yingying didn't notice anything wrong with the atmosphere between the two, but she didn't dare to make people wait for her, so she could only stroke her hair to speed up her sobriety, and hurried to follow.

The sky was only dim, and there was actually a person sitting in the living room.

It's Liping.

Yi Mian had already guessed that it was him, and nodded slightly as a greeting.

He guessed that Liping would try his best to use this clue, but he didn't know why he wanted to find out the king so urgently.

Sure enough, when Liping saw them coming down, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Yi Mian: "It's okay."

The other two also nodded.

Liping frowned secretly, obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and tentatively asked: "You...did you wake up at night? Did you hear any noise? Or found something strange?"

All three said no, and Miao Yingying didn't know anything about what happened that night, watching Yi Mian shake her head, she also shook her head.

In Liping's imagination, it was late at night when he got up, and it was close to dawn. Since the king was awake, he might be the first to go downstairs. He had been waiting here, but three people came.

At this time, the other four people also came over, Qin Shuning and Zhang Shijie had dark circles under their eyes, and they looked unhappy when they saw Liping sitting there in good order.

Liping was still thinking about helping him find important clues to the king, but he didn't notice anything unusual about his roommate: "How did you sleep last night?"

Qin Shuning rolled her eyes, and said bluntly: "It's very good, even if someone goes out, it won't wake you up."

After waking up once in the middle of the night, she couldn't sleep well, and woke up again before dawn. She turned her head and found that Liping was not on the bed, and the quilt was still piled up. The subordinate panicked for a while, and quickly called Zhang Shijie to find it on the second floor, but he didn't expect that the other party just went out by himself.

Speaking of this matter, she also misplaced her kindness.

She originally thought that if Liping wanted to be the captain, at least he had to be united to some extent, but she didn't expect that the other party acted alone and didn't say anything, and didn't even leave a message. She obviously didn't regard them as teammates in her heart. Qin Shuning couldn't blame the man. With a sullen face, he decided not to meddle in his business.

Under normal circumstances, Liping is willing to create a good character who cares about his teammates, but at that time he was full of analysis on who the king is, and he didn't want to explain his actions and share clues with others. At this time, he could only pretend to be stupid and didn't know the anger between the two Where did they come from? They simply ignored the two of them and observed everyone's state while the NPC was away.

Yi Mian found a chair and sat down, leaning against the back of the chair, closing her eyes and meditating calmly.

Liping is doomed to be disappointed, since he was revived, there is not even a dark circle on his face, even if he only sleeps half the night, it is difficult for strangers to see his exhaustion under the deliberate relaxation.

The two most likely to have not had a good rest were Liping's roommates.

But they, especially Zhang Shijie, had already swearing several swear words to themselves, Liping saw it, and he didn't think they were kings.