The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

"When I was about to leave, she hugged me. She dragged on the ground, and I couldn't walk. Then I had no choice but to give her a hug."

On the surveillance screen, the suspect in yellow vest and handcuffs was speaking.

He raised his right hand, shaved his chin, and his tone was a little casual, as if he was not explaining the crime, but chatting.

"Using what? What tool did you use to attack the victim?" The young policeman clenched his fists and desperately controlled himself so as not to act aggressively.

He should be so angry, because what he saw in front of him was a suspect in the massacre of a family of three. They searched for several years before finding him. When they found him, he was eating wine at the food stall downstairs where the murder happened.

Sensing the anger of the policeman, the young man who was sitting crookedly on the chair looked over, with an incomprehensible strange smile on his face.

"Well, it's the folding chair next to it." As he spoke, he adjusted his posture a little, straightened his clothes, and continued, "Damn it, that thing is not easy to hit. I just hit it and it was discounted. At that time It’s all like that, I’m dead or alive, so I had to find another bench..."

"Card!"

Accompanied by the director's angry roar, the set was quiet for a moment, and everyone who was grinding their teeth turned around in a daze, looking at the camera and remembering, oh, this is filming.

Looking back at the young man on the chair, I saw him nodding and smiling at everyone, no matter how vicious and ruthless he was. Although the palpitations were still there, I just didn't feel hateful anymore.

The assistant rushed over with a towel blanket.

Although there is an air conditioner inside, everyone is still terribly cold, especially the leading actors in single clothes, who have to perform in the dog days of the twelfth lunar month, and they feel cold for them.

Playing it back again, the director was very satisfied, and greeted the hero with a smile on his face: "Mr. Ren has worked hard, hurry up, and bring a bowl of ginger tea."

"You're welcome." The protagonist wearing a towel blanket had a calm expression, his body was shaking like a cat in the rain, even though several warm lamps were facing him, it was still cold.

Leading the role is Ren Yifei, a handsome young man who has been in the show for more than ten years.

He is the acting ceiling of this age group. He has won two trophies with the highest gold content in the country, but he doesn't have the hobby of fanning people with his nose.

Of course, the directors in the industry like him mainly because he is dedicated to his duties and is a hard worker.

An actor who never makes people worry, everyone evaluates it like this.

"I still have a few pieces of warm baby over there, take them and share them. Huh...it's really cold today." After receiving the ginger tea, he said to his assistant.

The supporting actors at the end gathered together, facing a heater, rubbing their hands and stomping their feet while chatting.

When there is a filming, the studio is always bustling with crowds like this.

The supporting actor who had just played took off his police cap and touched his forehead. In such a cold day, he was covered in white sweat: "I really thought he was a murderer just now."

Contempt for life, without law, makes people shudder.

"Otherwise, can he be the film king? It's a pity, because he is so good-looking that he always delays his acting."

"Isn't it just a delay? Mr. Ren has grown up in the past few years, and he has become less and less like an honest and honest protagonist. He has to take on some perverted, psychotic and murderer second male protagonists."

"it's a pity."

On the other side, Ren Yifei was already wrapped in a blanket and got into the nanny's car, he avoided it carefully so as not to rub off the makeup on his body - he was too white, so he put on a layer of dark base makeup.

"I'll catch up on sleep. The director will take a few more shots later. Call me when the time comes." Ren Yifei lay down enduring his sleepiness, and turned off the light on his side.

"You can rest easy and sleep, I will call you later if I have something to do."

"Well, hard work."

As soon as the assistant closed the door, the carriage formed a small private space full of security. From the mattress under his body to the smell he smelled, he was familiar with it.

All artists with a full schedule have the unique skill of falling asleep anytime and anywhere, and Ren Yifei fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

He was curled up, with only a tired face and a scarred hand showing outside the blanket.

There is a special red string on the wrist, which has no shadow and still shimmers in the dark.

"A Fei, are you awake? Don't sleep for a while?"

A thunderbolt fell from the peaceful dream, Ren Yifei straightened up and sat up, the next second his body tilted and he rolled directly from the sleeping place, falling heavily.

The gritty soil that his fingers touched, the wind on his skin, and the pain in his tailbone, all of which made him confused.

who called me?

what's the situation?

There was light flickering in front of his eyes, the faint smell of burning incense candles wafted in the air, and the silent mutation of the environment reminded him of some scenes that he didn't want to recall.

Ren Yifei shook his head, suddenly, his hand touched something hard and smooth, like a business card.

Before he had time to think about it, a shadow cast on him, and he raised his head.

He is a young man, whose appearance cannot be seen clearly even when the light is behind his back. He is about 20 years old. He is wearing a commoner costume of the Republic of China. It is a faded straight-breasted jacket with a patch on the elbow, showing financial distress. .

This set of costumes is quite elegant, Ren Yifei thought subconsciously, but felt wrong, this is not like filming.

At this moment, the young man was looking at him with astonished eyes.

"Isn't it, are you so timid?" He smiled and stretched out his hand, apologetically, but also with the stubbornness of a young man who refused to bow his head and apologize.

If this is acting, at least it is a golden supporting role.

Ren Yifei's lips were dry, he slowly stretched out one hand, the other hand clamped the unknown card in his hand, turned his wrist, and stuffed it into the sleeve without a trace.

He stood up, flicked the ashes off his body, and found that what he had been lying on before was a simple 'small bed' built side by side with two long benches covered with a layer of pulp.

The ground is not made of cement or slate, but compacted soil, with weeds growing in the cracks.

wrong.

The season is wrong.

Even though it was still winter before I went to bed, my body was warm now.

It's not the warmth of a heater, but the moist and vital heat.

He was under the same roof, in an open place, where the cool breeze blows away the unique summer heat.

Mosquitoes surrounded my ears, but I couldn't see them, and there seemed to be a stereo sound of chanting scriptures, accompanied by faint crying.

What he smelled was no longer the coldness of the studio, the air smelled of oily wax after burning candles, rich incense of incense sticks, and some smoke of jute paper.

"What is it here..."

Ren Yifei looked into the distance, his pupils shrank slightly.

The brightest place ahead is actually a mourning hall, with elegiac couplets hanging on both sides and white cloth swaying in the wind.

In the dark world, the lights here are bright, like the eyes of a black cat reflecting the fire.

Wake? !

"You're a bit strange." The young man looked at him, his voice lost warmth, and his smile lost warmth.

He took a step closer, his face was cracked like the ground that had lost moisture, and his eyes stared at him without whites, filled with suspicion and inquiry.

Ren Yifei restrained his instinct to retreat and his slightly trembling hands.

"What's strange, you scared me." At this moment Ren Yifei calmed down instead, he tried to speak in a familiar and intimate tone, "I was stunned by the fall."

While rubbing the place where he just fell, he pretended to be calm and frowned at that weird face: "Why did you call me?"

This clay doll-like person looked up and down, Ren Yifei still looked unhappy.

After a few seconds, he smiled, and the cracked face returned to its original appearance, the young man from before.

"Ah Liang asked me to call you."

Ren Yifei knew that the first test had passed, he twisted his arms, and glared at the person who came: "Then you don't have to scare me, I was injured later, and I will ask you for medical expenses."

The young man couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder: "You are so delicate, I really don't know why the elders like you?"

Yo, this also comes with a reminder of the character design, which seems to be an audition for the directors when they are casting.

Ren Yifei paused with his hand on his arm, and said tentatively, "I'm good-looking so people like it."

The young man snorted, stared at his face but couldn't refute, and pushed him angrily: "Go, I'll sleep for a while."

Ren Yifei touched his face, the face of a teenager: "Wait a minute, you haven't said why Ah Liang wants me."

"Looking for you to play cards," the young man lay down on the stool, shaking his hands with his back to the mourning hall, "Or I want you to carry things? Forget it."

After a few conversations, I figured out the opening plot and roughly figured out the character to be played. He is a beautiful, favored, and delicate boy with no patches in his clothes.

Ren Yifei gave the young man a stamp of 'good guy', and walked forward by himself.

In the middle of the front is the hall, which is now the mourning hall. A bamboo shed was temporarily built beside the mourning hall. A group of young people were playing cards, probably for night watch.Most of the vigil in the mourning hall are relatives and descendants of the deceased, and A Liang may be among them.

"Ah Liang, what do you want from me?" Ren Yifei yelled before he got close, his steps were brisk, and he was closer to the person set given in the message than at the beginning.

A young man with half-haired hair in front of the card table raised his head and waved to him: "A Fei, make me a match, I always lose when I fight with A Jie."

The young man on the opposite side was upset: "Brother Liang, you can't blame me for this, the limelight is not good."

The young people around started booing, seeing that it was an ordinary vigil scene.

Ren Yifei walked over, and the group of young people turned to look at him.

They are all whitewashed faces, with cracked eyes, and some ghostly things emerge from the slits. It seems that something is looking at his face through the slits of the eyes, which makes people's skin crawl.

Ren Yifei closed his eyes for a second.

too exciting.

Opening it again, these faces overlapped with the mean face of the most demanding director in the circle, with picky eyes and brows.

I can't tell which one is more terrifying, but it's a familiar smell, and I feel at ease.

"I'm still in a daze right now. When I wake up, I'll kill them all in a while." As he spoke, he squeezed in naturally and stood beside Ah Liang.

The guards around him listened and hissed continuously.

When the others heard the voice, they all turned their heads to look, only to find that it was just a group of young people playing cards, and then turned their gazes back.

"That's fine, if this round doesn't work, we can change players." A Liang said while drawing his cards.

Ren Yifei took a few glances, and thought that he really couldn't blame the opponent if he lost, if he wanted to blame it, he could blame his bad hands, what kind of rubbish cards are these?

While everyone was concentrating on looking at the cards, he glanced left and right, carefully turned half of his body to form an angle with the bamboo shed behind him, and quickly pulled out the unknown card from his sleeve with his fingers.

is a rectangular card.

It is very similar to the magic cards and game cards sold at the school gate, which are designed to deceive children.

The back of the card was black, like a boxy coffin, and the front was blank. After he brushed it with his finger, a line of rose gold text briefly appeared on it.

[One of the players is a murderer, find it, or live for seven days. 】

[Identity: Player. 】

[Role: Night Watchman. 】

[Keywords: happiness and mourning. 】

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