The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Sure enough, it took less than 10 minutes, and they found the fish market within 7 minutes. The seafood in the bucket was still alive and kicking, and they were crowded in the white foam.

On the other hand, Ren Yifei, who came in a small car, had a pale face and his stomach was rolling.

The fish market is small.

The combination of faded summer shade pergola creates a 'fish market'.

There are quite a lot of people inside, and the fish sellers and buyers are all crowded together.The pergola was blowing loudly by the wind, and people were walking around, looking messy.

Ren Yifei walked in with the middle-aged man, and a young and capable woman wearing a chef's hat passed him by, with a strong smell of seafood and various spices on her body.

Her demeanor didn't match this kind of roadside fish market at all, so he took another look and made a silent note.

"Hurry up! A big typhoon is coming, you all hurry up. Get out of here, get out of here, people will die—" Then a crazy person ran past, halfway through, and lost a shoe.

He was wearing a dirty white coat, barefoot, and his expression was so frightened that there was no trace of acting.

"He's here again." The people around were used to it and didn't take it seriously.

"This dungeon always gives people a strange sense of disobedience." Ren Yifei thought to himself, and continued to walk to the fish market.Suddenly he heard the sound of a violin.

When I turned around, I found someone playing the violin next to me, and there was a hat with a few coins scattered inside.The violinist closed his eyes, fascinated.

"..." Playing the violin in the fish market, what does this buddy think?

"Huh—" There was another gust of wind, "Crack!" A leaflet was blown by the wind and hit Ren Yifei in the face, knocking him into a daze.

Reaching out to pick up the flyers on his face, he looked up and saw flyers flying all over the sky.Like a white butterfly fluttering in a strong wind, it even looks a bit like flying paper money.

I don't know where they came from, they were blown everywhere by the strong wind.

Passers-by cursed and tore them off, throwing them away.

"Who? No public morals at all? Littering?" The cleaning aunt ran after the leaflets all over the floor.

The wind suddenly stopped again, and he opened the flyer.

This is a leaflet of a certain manor, which says that there are accommodation, meals, play, grass skiing and other items at a low price.On the back is a map of the manor, including the entire island and a map of the inside of the manor.

Ren Yifei folded it casually and put it in his pocket.

The fish market is just around the corner.

As soon as he walked in, a smell of rotten seafood wafted out, and a row of dead fish on the stall at the door looked at him.

"You wait here." The middle-aged man immediately found a familiar buyer, and pointed to the seafood in the bucket to bargain with him. Ren Yifei found a small stool and sat on it, staring at a place with arms folded in a daze.

He wasn't really in a daze, he was observing.

But after a few minutes of observation, his eyes really began to straighten.

He divides players mainly based on the sense of 'playing'. This can be appearance, words and deeds, and behavior, but npcs in this world...

Let’s not talk about the middle-aged man who doesn’t look like a fisherman but talks about fishing everyday, and he, an islander who wears a high-priced watch and can’t make up the tuition fee, just say that there is basically no ‘normal’ in this market. of.

He was driving a battery car with the signboard of a private restaurant of 'so-and-so rice noodles' painted on it. He should be a purchaser, part-time boss or small boss, but there was a lot of oil stains between his fingers.

Even if he didn't take a closer look, he recognized at a glance that it was a pair of hands that had been exposed to engine oil for a long time.

Such hands must never appear in the catering industry, even if they are just serving food.As soon as customers see these hands, they will instinctively conclude that the store's hygiene is not up to standard.

There is also the middle-aged woman carrying a basket, wearing a floral pajama dress with plastic slippers, a typical housewife of an ordinary family.

However, she has fashionable short hair in grandma gray, which is very distinctive, and she has to spend money to take care of it every month.

Another point is that she buys things too simply, without asking the price.

At a glance, the screen is full of actors, it is normal for Ren Yifei to want to hypnotize himself, and he feels that he has insulted the eyesight he has cultivated over the years.

It's not a player or npc problem anymore, is there a bug in this world?

"Crack!" An old lady fell down in front of Ren Yifei.

The concrete floor has non-slip textures, no water, the old lady is half a meter away from him, no contact: oh, it's porcelain.

"Oh, I was tripped by someone." The old lady patted her legs and howled.

Ren Yifei did not respond.

"Do you have a sense of public morality, push me such an old lady!" The old lady aimed her eyes at Ren Yifei.

"..." This old lady's character fits well with her actions, and there is no sense of disobedience, he thought to himself.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man who noticed the movement here threw down the bucket and came over. His summer sweatshirt was wet with sweat, his fat belly was shaking, "What are you doing here?"

Hiss, I didn't expect the parents to be there.The old lady's eyeballs rolled, looking weak and dying.

With a bang, one side of the pergola was blown down by the wind, and everyone was startled. Fortunately, the people below were fine.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

"Don't pay attention to her, I've seen this kind of greedy guy a lot."

The aura of the middle-aged man suddenly became fierce, not like a fisherman.But he didn't realize it himself, but dragged Ren Yifei to the other side.

"It's better to close the stall early. I think the weather today will rain in a while." The fishmonger sighed as an old fisherman while cleaning up the sea fish unskillfully.

The seafood in the middle-aged man's bucket was only half disposed of, and he found a new buyer, Ren Yifei still stood there in a daze.

He saw the old lady from before, and she was touching porcelain again.It was a pair of young people, the girl had a student haircut, and the man next to him seemed to be a social animal who had entered the society. He was wearing formal clothes and was out of tune with the fish market.

The distance was too far, the wind was noisy, and it was hard to hear what was being said there, so Ren Yifei narrowed his eyes to recognize the shape of the mouths of the two.

"...wasting time, find someone first..."

"rabbit……"

Ren Yifei labeled the student head players and social animal players.

Soon, the remaining half bucket of seafood was also processed.The middle-aged man greeted Ren Yifei to go back together.

On typhoon days, everyone is in a hurry to sell, to buy in a hurry, and in a hurry.

He got on the tricycle again, and there was a half-empty bucket next to it, which contained a small stone crab, several conch shells, and an unknown species of fish.They are all worthless and cannot be sold.

Out of the fish market is a flat concrete road, with the coastline on the left and houses and mountains on the right.The sea breeze was blowing against his face, and he saw the beach and houses receding on both sides.Pedestrians on the side of the road, like small trees, flew by quickly, unable to see clearly.

The cool-toned sky and the distant sea blend into one tone, all gray.

It would be great if this is not a copy, it is a place suitable for relaxing yourself.

Pity.

"You take these back to eat." The middle-aged man in front said with a smile, "I went out to catch the sea with my uncle today, are you tired? Here, the plastic bag next to the bucket is the money you got."

He took a look, a bucket of seafood was sold for more than 700 yuan, and each person was divided into [-] yuan, which was all pocket money.

Just like this, the middle-aged man also said: "If you can gain this kind of harvest every day, you can make up the tuition fee in ten days."

He was really confused about the economic situation of the original owner.

"Isn't there a student loan?" I was admitted to university but had no money. Didn't the village provide students with this kind of information help in the first place?Even the school will provide work-study opportunities, just to prevent students from dropping out of school due to financial difficulties.

Or the governments of this world are not doing enough in this regard?

"Student loan?" Little Sanlu slammed on the brakes, and Ren Yifei almost rolled out under the influence of inertia.

The middle-aged man's expression changed from confusion to astonishment: "Student loans...why didn't I think of student loans?" He held his head, his face full of disbelief.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Ren Yifei said with worry on his face, "What's wrong?"

"No, look at me, I forgot about such an important thing as student loans." The middle-aged man put down his hand, stepped on his foot again, and seemed to have adjusted himself.

Really forgot?

Not necessarily.

"Uncle, you said you had caught a lobster that weighed more than a catty before," Ren Yifei asked, "How much is that lobster?"

The man got stuck, and stood there in a daze: "A lot more... How much is a catty?"

If it is a past event worth mentioning as proof of ability, how can it be possible not to remember the exact weight of the lobster?One tael per catty, or nine taels per catty. It seems that there is only a difference, but the quality and price will be completely different.

If you are really a fisherman, you don't even care about a few cents, how can you not remember these things?

"Uncle," he asked again, "When you sell lobsters, how much do you give per catty? It must be quite a lot, right?"

The voice was calm and deep, but it sounded like thunder. The man's face was full of astonishment. He recalled carefully and carefully, but there was a blank expression on his face: "I... I sold it for a total of 260 and five yuan, how much is it per catty... ..."

How many pounds of lobster is it?How much is a catty?

These two questions suppressed the man so hard that his expression became blank.

"How did I forget?" The middle-aged man looked at him, his eyes widened slightly.I don't know how to describe this expression, it feels like he has been strongly shocked by something.

"Are you OK."

"No……"

After that, he didn't talk all the way, he threw Ren Yifei in front of an old single-storey small courtyard near the sea, and was about to leave.

"Uncle, thank you."

"No, you're welcome, I promise your parents will take care of you." After he finished speaking, he left, and the tricycle disappeared in front of him.

Judging by his speed, one can taste the taste of running away.

"..." Ren Yifei who was left on the spot curled his mouth, and in the bucket he was carrying, the little fish flicked its tail and spit out a string of bubbles.

NPCs that don't match the human design, NPCs whose settings and memories conflict, don't they look like a stage set up by those randomly adapted inferior dramas and actors with no acting skills?

It's not a problem with one person, nor is it because of player intervention.

this world……

like fake.

Taking out a brass key from his trouser pocket, Ren Yifei looked at the small yard.

There are only three small bungalows, and a firewood is piled under the eaves on the right. The small wooden door is open, and there seems to be sundries inside.The one on the left with a closed door and a chimney on top is the kitchen.

They are all very dilapidated houses, built at least 30 to [-] years ago, and the windows and doors are all pure wood.And the wood used is not good, there are many corrosion marks on it.

The largest is the one in the middle, which is a little newer than the ones on both sides. The walls have also been repainted white, and there are glass windows, and you can see the gray-blue curtains inside.

But the gate was still made of wood, with a bare spherical light bulb on it, faded Spring Festival couplets on both sides, and a door god on the door.

His eyes slowly swept across the surroundings where he couldn't see anything unusual, and he turned and walked towards the middle room.

"Meow——" A little black cat from nowhere jumped into the yard and yelled at him sadly. Ren Yifei thought it was funny, and took out a small fish from the bucket and threw it over.

"Mimi, eat fish."

"Meow, ow." The little fish flicked its tail twice, and the little black cat's fur exploded. It took two steps back, yelled at him again, and ran away.

"Don't eat raw? It doesn't look like a wild cat." Ren Yifei looked at the fish with its tail wagging on the ground, picked it up and threw it back into the bucket, and continued walking towards the gate.

The house looked short, but it was really short in the past, and the gate was only half a head taller than him.

The key was inserted, turned, the door opened, and he entered the house.

'Crack', the door closes.

Da da, da da, wet footprints appeared where they stood before, walking on the concrete floor in a string, approaching the house until the door.

The wet footprints on the cement floor disappeared quickly, but the footprints at the door remained for a long time.

The author has something to say: Ah Fei: Mimi, come, eat fish.

fish:?

Fish lovers express strong condemnation.