The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

"Hahaha, you are too exaggerated." The companion didn't believe it, "Accepting a failure will not affect everyone's evaluation of you."

So don't tell such lies that can be debunked at once to describe your own failure.

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not," she rolled her eyes, "Anyway, I don't want to meet this person again in the future, it hurts my self-esteem."

"That's because you have bad eyesight. If you meet the boss, you will show your true colors just by meeting him."

Muzhi wanted to refute subconsciously, but turned around and thought of his boss's great achievements, and hesitated:

Although the bosses are all coaxed around, but who is the boss? The well-known master of disguise 'Nian Qianxi' has been seen through by him at a glance.Isn't it just a matter of two eyes to see through that player?

"Speaking of which, when will the boss come? If I don't come again, I'll be full."

"Ah..." There was a sudden discordant noise downstairs.

The two poked their heads out, only to see the singers and dancers on the stage stopped moving, a crack was opened in the crowd, revealing a scarlet carpet below, and the beautiful men and women hunting found the surprise, flirting with grace, eager to try.

Before the person approached, the people on both sides looked at the other side and opened their mouths to say hello.Even the host of the banquet came to welcome him at the door with his fair-skinned and beautiful new girlfriend in his arms.

A man in a black uniform pushed open the door. With the cold light outside, he led several people over on the scarlet carpet. The ambiguous warm light of the banquet spread from his bushy temples to the gold-rimmed glasses, which outlined a picture of a gentleman. handsome face.

He smiled at everyone.

"Ah, it's the boss!" Mu Zhi upstairs said pleasantly.

"Brother Saman." The middle-aged man squeezed forward and greeted him with a flattering smile, "You come here to play too."

"Mr. Dongfeng invites you, how can you not come?" Saman stretched out his white-gloved hand to shake him.

Here, Dongfeng listened carefully, and the smile on his face became even more smug. He laughed and stepped forward to shake hands with him: "Brother Saman! If I knew you were coming, I would send someone to pick you up."

Saman's smile remained unchanged: "I won't go in, I want to talk to Mr. Dongfeng about something. Do you think we are looking for a place, or?"

Dongfeng heard something wrong, and he smiled dryly for two seconds.

"Today is my girlfriend's birthday, I'm putting it down beforehand, we'll talk in detail later. Don't worry, there's plenty of time." He reached out to his brother to put his shoulders together, but was blocked by a white glove.

"You mean you don't want to talk anymore?"

Saman still smiled, gentle and elegant, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Each site has one person in charge, but Dongfeng's business has managed to be in Hong En's territory. We all have rules in how we do things. I don't know if Mr. Dongfeng is going to lose money, or is he going to pay for his life?"

There was a moment of silence at the banquet, and the guests around them, even those beautiful men and women held their breath nervously, for fear of breaking the sudden silence.

"Ha, hahaha, little brother Saman really likes to joke." Dongfeng let go of his arm around the woman, "I will personally tell Hong En's boss about this matter."

Saman withdrew his right hand and looked at Dongfeng: "I am responsible for this matter."

As we all know, human trading is not allowed in Saman's territory, this is his rule.Whoever breaks his rules is deliberately making trouble.

Dongfeng's people not only broke into his territory, but also broke his rules by slapping him in the face.

Dongfeng's business came in quickly, but it was all stained with blood.They coerce and lure those young and beautiful newcomers to sell, sell their dignity, sell their personality, and in the end they have nothing to sell and can only ask for death.

Saman has forgotten why he became the person he is now, but he still remembers that some money cannot be earned.

Dongfeng held his breath in his stomach, he felt that he had been slapped in the face, and his face turned blue.

"Give me some face." He reluctantly said, his eyes turned hard, as if to say that if Saman doesn't give him this face, Saman himself will not have good fruit.

Saman chuckled and bit off a white glove: "It's you who didn't give me face."

Several of his subordinates stood up in the crowd, and Dongfeng's subordinates on the other side also stood up.

The guests fled in all directions, but the people on both sides had already fought together, pushing all the way until countless tables and chairs were broken.

Mu Zhi, who knew that her strength was not high, immediately hid in a safe corner. The small metal flying insects lying on her ring flew away from the ring and took pictures of everything on the scene.

The game props bought in the mall have no effect on the players. Everyone uses cold weapons such as sticks, knives and guns, and a few use guns and ammunition that can only be purchased with silver shells.

Silver shells are scarce items, so are guns and ammunition.So these scenes of Rush always seem a little less exciting.

However, in the game community, players cannot kill players, and if they do too much, such as massacre, they will be punished by the official.

So everyone will choose a simple way of fighting instead of having to use precious firearms.

Players in the community are immortal.No matter how serious the injury is, even if the head is chopped off, as long as it is in the player community, it will definitely recover slowly.But if a player wants to enter the game, having a disability will affect the game, so it is still very dangerous.

In addition, large sums of money will be deducted for bad fights and murders between players. Therefore, if there is blood feud between players, they all choose to resolve it in the game. If they die in the game, they are really dead.

When the three lives are used up, it disappears immediately.

Dongfeng pushed his girlfriend away and pulled out a gun, but Saman knocked him to the ground with his boot.

He looked gentle and fair, but when he started, he was extremely ruthless.

Dong Feng was stunned by the kick, the bench that Saman picked up fell down like a torrential rain, the gun in his hand was knocked down, was picked up by the younger brother next to Saman, and put away happily.

After a face-to-face meeting, Dongfeng had already fallen to the ground.Saman dragged a chair with one hand and sat on it by himself, with the foot of the chair pressing down on Dongfeng.

With his hair undisturbed and the corners of his clothes neat, he slowly took off the other white glove.

East Star City was as lively as ever tonight, but Ren Yifei on the other side fell asleep peacefully in the evening breeze.

A boxy concrete room with a door and a window, a wooden bed and a bathroom, without even a light.

It took Ren Yifei less than [-] white shells to connect the building template with the ground belt, and at most some daily necessities and bedding were added to make up [-] white shells.

He fell into a deep sleep, breathing evenly, and the weird red rope on his wrist glowed blood-red.

Ren Yifei had a dream.

This place seems to be a studio, everyone is very tall, he looked up at the strange world with a little curiosity and happiness, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes.

There was a woman's voice in the dream: "Director, director, please give this child another chance."

"It's not that I don't give it, he doesn't cry... At this time..."

Someone's voice was heard intermittently over there, indistinct, and both the person and the voice were separated by several layers of frosted glass.

He stood there, looking around blankly, tall shadows passing across his body.

These shadows seem to be talking, but they are a world of their own, which has nothing to do with him, he only finds it novel and interesting.

In this strange world, only one person is clear.

It was the back of a woman, in a red dress, as bright as fresh flower juice.

The woman in the red dress turned around. She had a very beautiful face, like a flamboyant rose.

The woman walked towards him step by step and stood in front of him.

He threw his head back, his neck was tired.

The woman's face was against the light, and she could vaguely see the sharp teeth in her mouth: "Are you still laughing?"

He stood in the shadows at a loss: laugh, isn't it good?

A huge hand descended from the sky and grabbed the doll in his hand.

This doll appeared in his hands at some point. It was a black rabbit with a lot of tiny teeth on its ears.Oh, seems to be his favorite.

Knife-like claws grew out of the woman's fingers, and she tore his doll away and tore it to pieces.

She opened her mouth, her voice was like a flash flood: "Cry for me—"

"I hate...I hate acting."

The short child raised his head, and with a similar face, looked at him across the dream.

"I know," Ren Yifei said, "but this world is so bad, no matter where you go, there is only one way to act."

Ren Yifei woke up and looked at the cement ceiling.

nasty dream.

He touched under the pillow, it was not at home, and there was no sugar under the pillow.

No sugar, no joy.

It was pitch black outside the window, there was no moon or stars here, and there were strips of colorful things floating in the sky, but the light of those things was weak and could not dispel the darkness.

Facing the silent night, he didn't know how to resolve this stuffy mood, a cloud of dark clouds weighed on him, and he couldn't breathe.

Ren Yifei rubbed the red string with his fingers, and the red string shone red, like blood.

Corner of Desolation, that's what the white screen system called this place.

A world different from civilized society.

The last underworld system that came to him changed him from a human to a ghost. What is this thing that came to him going to do?

Shell coins are used as the currency of circulation here, and everything depends on purchases. The only shopping mall also explained sinisterly: All commodities in this mall do not have the ability to reproduce.

He needs money for three meals and lodging.

It seems that no one is forced to participate in the game here, but the words "ask for money" are written everywhere.

About the Horn of Desolation, about the game, he didn't rush to know right away.

Ren Yifei was too sleepy, he wanted to rest.

Everything else besides sleep can be put aside.

The world outside the window is still pitch black, but his world has changed. Ren Yifei has entered his thinking world.

It was also a narrow room surrounded by cement boards, with countless books hanging from the ceiling, pressing down like black clouds.

Every book there is a character, a character created by Ren Yifei.

He lay on the cement slab, looking at the cloud of books above.

A book fell down and landed in his hand. On the book stood a hearty and smiling young man, wearing a faded jacket and coarse cloth clothes, and a pair of laminated-soled shoes, standing there lazily, Not in shape either.

hooligan.

He looked like he was idle, but his blood was not cold.

It's really good and it's hot.

He leaned on the book, feeling all kinds of warm and soft emotions from the book.

For a moment, he felt like a cold-blooded animal lying on a rock, lazily basking in the sun. Being warmed by the sun, he inevitably had the illusion that he actually had warmth.

But when the sun recedes, everything returns to normal.

Feeling the temperature of the book, he slowly closed his eyes, allowing his soul to stretch out as if being exposed to the sun.

It's really warm, Ah Fei's emotion.

"You see," he said to the immature child in the dream, "we are such creatures that we cannot live without acting."

The author has something to say:

SCP containment: Ah Fei, when the sun is shining, it will drill out from the dark ground, put its head on the stone slab and bask lazily in the sun, a cold-blooded animal, changing form into white hair and red eyes.Acting SSS, risk level D.