The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The room of the squatting player at home is full of takeaway boxes, and there is a sour smell mixed with spoiled food.

He himself didn't feel it at all, and sat calmly in the garbage dump, and waved at the delivery man: "Sit down, you're welcome, what do you want to drink?"

The delivery man looked at the mess in the house, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he laughed dryly: "I'm not thirsty, you're welcome."

In the past three days, the squatting player at home has eaten at least [-] takeaways, and the whole person smells like the kitchen slop bucket after the restaurant, greasy and rotten.

For some players, the biggest benefit of playing games is 'eating'.

The food in the Corner of Desolation is really too expensive. He can only play the game once, which is enough for three basic meals for a month. If there is a little bit of 'entertainment', this amount of money is not enough to support him for a month.

That is to say, in the game, he can feast like this.

"A vicious criminal..." The news was still being broadcast on the TV, and the young host had a sullen face and a serious tone.

The delivery man raised his head, and his gaze met that of the host on the screen. Although his lips were smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.

The player squatting at home opened the takeaway box, inhaled the aroma of fried food intoxicatedly, looked up and saw him facing the TV, and turned it off: "This TV always plays some unknown things."

"You're right." The delivery man looked away and said with a smile.

"It will be the fourth day soon." The delivery man glanced at him and sighed again. "The players who have not been exposed will go to the blind selection stage. I have always been unlucky. You are better. At least you have a companion. He always I won’t leave it to chance.”

It's fine if he doesn't say it, but when he said it, the squatting player felt his heart skip a beat, he bit his chopsticks, his face darkened.

If Saman already knew his purpose, then his situation would not only be no better than that of casual players, but even worse.

Since that person can design the killer who came in against him, how could he be soft-hearted towards him?

The players squatting at home feel more and more that the existence of Saman is a threat to him, more than the threat of 'ghosts'.

"It's time, I'm going to deliver food first, anyway, that's it, why don't you find something to do to pass the time." The delivery man stood up.

The player squatting at home was thinking about his own affairs, and it took a few seconds before he came back to his senses: "Oh, you are busy."

The delivery man had already opened the door, and he suddenly turned his face: "You also want to open some, maybe we are all lucky?"

The player squatting at home squeezed his chopsticks tightly and did not speak.

The takeaway guy left, and after a few minutes of dead silence, a bowl of takeaway fried chicken nuggets that were still warm was smashed against the wall.

The eyes of the player squatting at home were red. Since he agreed to Tianhong's request and entered the game, he had no choice.

If Saman is killed, he still has a glimmer of life, and even glory and wealth.

If you don't kill him, you will be killed by Tianhong's people after you go out.

The players squatting at home took out their treasured props, props specially prepared for Saman.

Saman cleaned up the red light district and offended too many people.

Dongfeng is just a chess game pushed out, behind which are various forces that are deeply hidden.

By destroying the red-light district, Saman not only offended the forces that made money from this and those beautiful men and women, but also offended people like them who worked hard by knife and just wanted to be happy every day.

"Saman, you can't blame me for this. If you want to blame it, blame you for being troublesome and making everyone angry."

He broke off the chopsticks with a fierce look in his eyes.

The hour hand turned half a circle, and it was noon. Ren Yifei's takeaway arrived, but he was still not a deliveryman player, and he hadn't shown up for two days.

"Is he not delivering here?" Ren Yifei asked the strange delivery man.

"No, I met him before, so I'll go this way." The delivery man said while handing over the takeaway box, seeing that Ren Yifei was inconvenient, he carefully stuffed it into his hand.

Ren Yifei took the takeaway box and said with a smile, "You know him very well, are you a colleague?"

"Not really, it's common in this area."

"Oh, what happened to him these days?"

"Is there? It's the same as before. You are..." The delivery man was a little surprised why he asked so many things.

Ren Yifei shook his head, embarrassedly said: "We are neighbors, I'm a little worried if he won't show up for a few days."

Seeing him blushing from embarrassment, the delivery man also felt that he was suspicious and thought too much, and he sighed with emotion: "Xiao Zheng is not easy, he has no father or mother, he has to rely on himself for everything, and he works very hard. "

"Do you work late?"

"Isn't it? Hey."

After sending the delivery man away, Ren Yifei closed the door, the takeaway box in his hand was steaming, but his heart and lungs were cold.

He stood there in a daze, covered his face and let out a low laugh for a long while.

"It's such an obvious thing, I'm actually noticing it now."

Being a delivery man requires familiarity with many routes and contacts with different people. It is difficult for ordinary people to adapt to this job all at once.At that time, he should have thought that there must be something wrong with Xiao Zheng.

The 'ghost' inside is either Xiao Zheng himself, or someone who is very familiar with Xiao Zheng's work.

It is very likely that it is Xiao Zheng himself.

The "player exposure" we met on the first day was basically a scene, a scene directed and acted by Xiao Zheng himself.The scene had fooled them all.

From that moment on, the drama begins.

Grandma Chunzhi killed the monk and pretended to be very beautiful.The boss of this dungeon is even better, he pretended to be a player from the very beginning, so lifelike.

Looking at the takeaway box and the time, Ren Yifei stood up, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to organize his clothes.

He is used to relieving stress by tidying up his clothes.

Because, just now, a very crazy plan popped up in his mind.

Ren Yifei was betting that the 'ghost' couldn't make a move before eleven o'clock.

He walked out of the room. Coincidentally, the door of the next room also opened, creaking.

"Mr. Lin?" Ren Yifei asked.

"Well," Saman looked at the direction of his footsteps, not the stairs, "Is Bozhi going out?"

"Ah? No, Xiao Zheng, who delivered food earlier, hasn't shown up for two days. I'll go see him." Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head, his eyes were still foggy, but his smile was soft and harmless.

Saman opened his mouth, wanting to say that it might be dangerous, but then remembered the rule that 'ghosts' cannot harm NPCs, and stopped talking: "It's noon, has Bozhi eaten yet?"

Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head: "I'll eat it in a while, how about you?"

Saman looked in the direction of the flowered shirt room, he was about to go there, but said in his mouth, "I'm about to go."

The two nodded to each other, bid farewell friendly, and walked away from each other.

Ren Yifei touched one by one, his fingers touched the cold house number.

The varnish on the number plate is stuck with the residue left by the years.But the room where the delivery staff is located, the house number is very clean, it seems that it is often wiped.

"Xiao Zheng, are you here?"

Ren Yifei stood at the door, raised and lowered his hand several times, hesitantly: "Isn't it too good to rush to the door?

"No, otherwise it's fine..." He seemed to shrink back a little, reaching out to touch the door, about to go back.

The previously closed door just opened at this moment, and the delivery man stood at the door with a surprised expression and eyes full of surprise.

Ren Yifei was startled, he flinched instinctively, and asked after a long time: "Is this Xiao Zheng's room? If not, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Yes!" The delivery man's voice was slightly higher, and a crack appeared in his calm expression.

"It's me." He repeated in a low voice.

Behind the delivery man, on the computer table next to his bed, everything at the door is being played on the screen.

The cold electronic eyes on the door frame watched quietly and recorded everything that happened.

On the computer screen, Ren Yifei, dressed in warm white clothes, and the sunny sky outside were together. It was originally a pleasant composition, but this picture was broken by a dark shadow that suddenly invaded.

The delivery man looked at him, the door behind him was wide open.

This is a very clean room, everything is organized in an orderly manner, and everything is placed where the owner is most comfortable, without any illogical flaws.

The living habits of the two people will not be exactly the same, but there is no trace of 'there are two people' in this room.

Ren Yifei caught a glimpse of a few self-portraits on the wall, the painting style of Fauvism, with bright and thick colors, and the scar of the big centipede on the face is particularly prominent.

It's not a shame, it's more like showing off.

On the first day they met, he seemed to have shown Ren Yifei his scars.The scars that were supposed to make people feel inferior seemed to be one of the screening tools for the other party.

There is a desk with a shelf next to the bed, and there is a gray villain model on the edge of a row of books.

That is the articulated person that the illustrator uses as a reference when drawing the human body.

'Ghosts' are people who have a foundation in painting.

Ren Yifei's eyelashes flickered, he put away all the emotions he shouldn't have, and after he lowered his head and raised his head, he put away all his expressions: "Sorry, did you bother me?"

Seeing visitors about to back off, the delivery guy forgot to be calm and cautious.

This is not good.

The hunter tried his best to calm down the excitement, the more the prey came to the door, the more careful and cautious he had to be.

His fingers were trembling, and he couldn't wait to pinch that thin white neck, like pinching a swan or a poor little lamb.

What devil would not love such a sacrifice, with a beautiful and pure lamb right in front of his eyes?

"It's okay, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Ah, haha." Ren Yifei was embarrassed, his hands and feet flustered and he had nowhere to rest.He laughed a few times: "I have nothing else to do, just come and see, as long as I'm not sick. I'm sorry."

He said he was sorry again, and was about to leave.

The delivery guy was a little confused at first, because 'Song Bozhi' is a very shy and unsociable person.

At this time, he understood that this was probably a tentacles carefully stretched out by the poor little snail, and it touched it softly, thinking that it could make new friends.

The delivery man's eyes were full of pity, and even more extreme love.

This soul is so lovely and clean, and this world is so dirty.It is such a deplorable mistake to allow pure white to be polluted, it is better to keep this cleanliness at its cleanest forever.

The delivery man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if swallowing a mouthful of greed that was about to become uncontrollable, his fingers gripped the door tightly, and his veins bulged.

"Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"This is the room." Saman had already reached the door of the room with the floral shirt, holding a bunch of keys in his hand.It was dropped by him from the administrator a few minutes ago.

Although the apartment was dilapidated, the doors were well locked, and the prying was too conspicuous.

Saman opened the door and came in, everything inside stayed at the moment when the floral shirt disappeared.

There are traces of the lives of two people in this room. After removing the very few traces belonging to the 'blown shirt player', the rest belong to the original owner.

A typical young man's room is messy, and there are strange surprises in every corner, or smelly socks, or a little strong.

Saman's pupils contracted slightly, and he raised his head: "It's not him."

He made such a judgment with just one glance.

The murderer killed several people in a row, but he never made a single mistake. He was a keen and meticulous person who was very good at collecting, organizing and thinking. He had a strong desire to control himself and others.

How could such a man, his room, be in such a disorderly state?

Saman suddenly turned towards the door: If it wasn't for the floral shirt, then it could only be the delivery man and the mysterious ninth person.The delivery man is very likely, he meets all the conditions.

In whose body is the delivery man?

About 1.7 meters tall, he is familiar with the script and is good at disguising. Because he is obsessed with blind youths, he will definitely try to see him.

The blind young man goes out twice a day, one in the morning to eat breakfast, and one in the afternoon to take out the trash, but he will open the door twice a day to pick up takeaway.

If a person is obsessed with another person, and even killing someone is like offering a gift, how could he miss a chance to meet each other?

Saman pursed his lips tightly. If this person had been wandering in front of the blind youth's door from beginning to end, he would have discovered it earlier.

But the 'ghost' just couldn't restrain himself on the first day of the dungeon. He saw the blind young man, but he didn't appear directly in the next two days, so he was also confused.

Wait, that blind young man... seems to be going to find the delivery man?

Sheep into the tiger's mouth!

Saman strode to the door and opened it directly.

The moment the door was opened, the squatting player at the door opened his mouth, exuding malice without any concealment.A huge picture frame in his hand rushed towards him: "Go to hell, Saman."

The author has something to say:

'Ghost': Change your appearance, go deep behind enemy lines, create shadows, and kill people with a knife. I am me, a firework of different colors.