The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The second grandson died.

His body was hung in a remote room, with a white cloth hanging around his neck.

It was the first time Ren Yifei saw the hanged person.

Although the previous underworld system always threw him into a desperate situation to 'experience life', he seldom had direct contact with the dead, and most of the time he was the one who died.

The real violent death is completely different from the general teacher in the school, or the special effects makeup on the set. That kind of ferocity can penetrate the air and make people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

He looked up.

Look at the dead body automatically, spinning in the air without wind.

When turning to a certain angle, a pair of blood-red eyes just looked directly at Ren Yifei's eyes.He felt the corpse laughing at him.

Red spread in his sight, and the splashing red liquid hung down and flowed on the ground.

A woman in red appeared in his sight, with blood gushing from her throat, but she was smiling at him.

The red blood crawled like a snake, crawled to his feet, locked his body tightly, snaked upwards from his ankles, and tied him up.

Ren Yifei shivered from the cold, his heart cracked.

The woman looked at him, her red lips were smiling.

"Fei, what's wrong with you?"

The youth's voice shattered his vision of fear.

Ren Yifei turned his head away after a pause, he stared at Ajie Aliang and the others in a daze, his lips parted, but he didn't make a sound.

"Why is your face so white?"

The night watchmen surrounded him, seeing that his face was pale and his brow was sweating profusely.

Their enthusiasm dispelled the chill, Ren Yifei took a breath, feeling like he was dead and alive again.

The night watchman looked at the hanging corpse from Ren Yifei's angle, and then looked at him who was so frightened that he looked like a ghost, and he understood.

"Afraid to come and see?" The night watchman was also helpless, and those who were afraid consciously hid at the poker table and poked their heads. Why is Ah Fei here to join in the fun?

"Two people, carry him back." A Liang found two tall and burly night watchmen.

Ren Yifei stiffened his neck: "No."

He stretched out his hand to grab Ah Liang's clothes, and tugged firmly: "I'm fine, just let me take it easy."

After 2 minutes, he seemed to have recovered, his complexion returned to normal, and he did not sweat anymore.

"Can you do it?" A Liang still hesitated.

Ren Yifei wiped his face: "Okay." If you can't, you have to.

That end has gone so far as to put the body down.

People formed a circle, and an experienced old man came up to make a rough inspection. He found a bruise on the back of the neck: "It was strangled."

The whole place was silent.

"My son..." The middle-aged woman threw herself on the corpse and howled, she couldn't see the dislike she had for the 'second grandson' before, while the middle-aged man trembled.

The npc sighed endlessly, and the players crowded into the crowd to watch.

"This is Grandma Chunzhi's house, you say..."

"Even if there are complaints, it shouldn't be..." The crowd whispered, talking about secrets that some players didn't know.

Ren Yifei poked his head out, the corpse's eyes had been closed, no more terrifying than the fake corpse during filming.This was not the first time he had seen dead people, so he always thought that he was not afraid of such things, and could even watch dissection videos and eat fat intestines.

But the blood-red eyes of the dead man reminded him of bad memories.

When there is no memory interference, Ren Yifei is not afraid of the body left by the dead at all, he can think and analyze calmly.

The corpse of the second grandson had protruding eyeballs, a pale and bloodless complexion, blue-purple lips, and blue-purple nails.

This is a typical feature of death by mechanical asphyxia.

Mechanical suffocation, in layman's terms, means suffocation, strangulation, hanging, and strangulation.

The biggest difference between hanging and strangling is that the force of a rope is mainly concentrated under the mandible, that is, under the neck, and there is usually no contact behind the ears, so the bruises are mostly concentrated on the neck.

The other is that the rope is wrapped around the neck, and the force is evenly applied, so the traces can also be seen on the back of the neck.

There was obvious blood stasis on the back of the neck of this corpse, so he was indeed strangled to death, and then acted like he was hanged.

Why would the 'ghost' do this?

Is there any special meaning in this way of death?

Ren Yifei was still thinking about this question, but the corpse began to become transparent. He quickly glanced around, and no one in the npc showed any other expressions.

Will npc automatically block this kind of exception?

The old players mixed in the crowd looked calm as if they were still here, and the newcomers covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.

The corpses were disappearing, and he could even see the texture of the ground through them.At this time, the middle-aged woman who was crying on top stood up blankly.

The middle-aged man turned around and walked back blankly: "Let's all go, don't delay the vigil."

What?Is this human?

However, it was so miraculous that all the npcs stood up, turned around and began to walk towards the mourning hall. Their eyes were dull, not like real people.

The new players were startled and terrified.

The three old players immediately joined the team, and the other newcomers followed suit.

Refueling stopped Xiaomei, lowered his head, and ordered quickly and in a low voice: "After the corpse disappears, there will be a card left behind, bring it to me."

vote?

Xiaomei looked back at the corpse that hadn't completely disappeared, gritted her teeth and nodded.

The other players heard it and looked back, but they weren't very interested in that card.

Xiaomei resisted her fear and stayed beside the corpse for half a minute, and finally waited until the corpse completely disappeared, leaving behind a black card.The team of guarding the spirit over there has also arrived at the gate of the mourning hall.

Holding the card, she chased after her trembling slightly weak legs.

Xiaomei squeezed into the team of night watchmen, ready to go through, walk in a straight line, and send the card to Jiayou.

She made it through, and a pair of eyes in the Night's Watch watched him.

Ren Yifei wanted to take the opportunity to take that card away, but in the end he did nothing: don't startle the snake.

Xiaomei and Tianyou met, and they hid aside to talk.

The night watchman returned to the card table, and they continued to play cards and chat. There seemed to be nothing else to do on such a night.

The hearts of these young people are open and frank, unlike the players who pretend to be so busy.Although Ren Yifei hid in the npc team, he was still worried like a player at this moment.

The second grandson died, and all traces of him were erased casually, as if he had never existed.

This is the death here?Body and memory, not one?

Looking up at the dark sky, he intends to check Grandma Chunzhi's room, but this is not the right time.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly.If you hold a candle, the light will attract the attention of others.

It seems that we can only wait until dawn.

Ren Yifei couldn't bear it anymore, and fell asleep lying on the table.

He frowned, scratched the table with his fingers unconsciously, and slept unsteadily. The night watchman nearby saw him and put a piece of clothing on him.

Ren Yifei can still take a nap, but the other players are hungry and tired, but they are stared at tightly by the NPC, so they can only carry it hard, their eyes are bloodshot, and their stomachs are growling.

They waited and waited until the light of day dawned.

The player Xiaomei holds the plate and looks up into the distance, and a morning star appears in the eastern sky. This bad night should be over, right?

Summer always comes earlier.Usually at this time, the breakfast shop is already open to steam steamed buns, and there are noises from people who get up early to go to the market, but there is no movement here.

Ren Yifei woke up, yawned and stood up to stretch his muscles.

The sky will be bright and the sky will be dark. After watching all night, everyone's mental state is not good, and everyone is yawning with dark circles under their eyes.No amount of strong tea can save their desire for sleep.

There's never been a better time to explore other venues than when and where there are so many people.

He felt that it was almost time, so he found an excuse to sneak into the backyard.

Ren Yifei hunched over, avoided people, walked around the backyard like a thief, went all the way to the back of the most remote room, and climbed in through the window.

This is Grandma Chunzhi's house, the place where the second grandson was hung before was near the door, Bai Lian was hanging on the beam, his body dangling.

Ren Yifei looked at the beam and thought of those blood red eyes.

"Wait a minute," he patted his face, and suddenly remembered something, "Don't I just have to wait until the end? This is infiltration and investigation..."

Why is he so aggressive?This is not a criminal investigation drama with him as the protagonist!

'Zhizhi' A mouse crawled over, startling Ren Yifei.

At this moment, it is not completely bright outside, and the sun has not yet appeared, so the room is dim, and you can barely see clearly.

He rubbed his face: yes, here we come.

The room had been carefully tidied up, and many things were missing.

The bed was gone, the wardrobe and the box were gone, and the house was full of unused, worn-out clutter.If the npc doesn't mention it, Ren Yifei will think that this is a utility room, and no one has ever lived in it.

He looked down and saw only traces of dust deposited on the floor to prove that something had been there.

As soon as the deceased died, the family hurriedly packed up their things and turned the old man's room into a utility room.If there is no inside story in this, no ghost will believe it.

In the corner of the room, he found an old man's chair with a slanted back, which was very clean and not old.The surface of the chair is polished and shiny, and it is a common thing for the owner.Looking down, there are very fresh scratches on the armrest of the chair.

In addition, he also found a few messy footprints on the ground, covered in a thin layer of dust, which could not be seen without looking closely.

The imprint doesn't last long because the lines are very clear.

But when the second grandson's body was discovered before, no one came here.Ren Yifei suspected that this was the trace left by the players when they were looking for clues in the third night last night.

It is reminded that the second grandson died very early. If he died here at that time, the players who came here would not have noticed it.

So after the player checked this room, the second grandson's body appeared here.

That is to say, when Zishi 'ghosts' returned to the mourning hall, they were definitely not the first batch, and the number of suspects was reduced.

The 'ghost' chose to hang his grandson in this room in this way, is it implying something?

Ren Yifei's eyes slowly turned to the beam.

If a person was hanged in this room, there should be two wiped marks on the beam.

Holding the wooden pillars in the house, he climbed up with difficulty, poked his head out carefully, and only took a look, his mind was shocked.So he loosened his hands and feet, and fell to the ground with a 'Kang Dang', shaking off a lot of dust on the beams of the house.

Ren Yifei gritted his teeth in pain and beat the ground with his fist.

Although he has worked hard to learn various small skills to control the enemy, he is still a scumbag in terms of physical fitness.

"Cough, cough, cough." He fanned the air, covered his mouth and coughed softly for a while, the side of his body that hit him was numb with pain, and it took a few minutes to feel better.

This crime was not in vain, as there were two regular rubbing marks on the beams of the house.

Two places, that is to say, besides the second grandson, there is another person hanging here.

No, maybe not 'person'.

If it was a living person, when he was hanged, he would struggle to some extent because of the pain, which drove Bai Lian and left many light scratches on the beam.But these two friction marks are very regular, as if the hanging thing has no instinct to struggle at all.

Ren Yifei who was lying on the ground raised his head, his eyes widened slightly, as if a black shadow appeared in front of his eyes, quietly wrapped in a white cloth.

A pair of little women's feet hung in front of him, motionless.

The author has something to say:

Fighting the Five Scums, officially stamped.

Ah Fei: ...No, no, you are talking nonsense!