The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The moon is bleak and the night is vast, when will the bad players finish playing?

The npc Ren Yifei kept his sleeping face relaxed, with his hands and feet hanging in the air.

Fortunately, most of his body, as well as the elbows and knees used as supports, were covered, otherwise he was afraid that he would be cold.

There are so many npcs, why let him bully him alone?

He was lying fine.

Look at the weather, neither hot nor cold, neither wet nor dry.

Look at the environment, the small bed made of three long benches is covered with a coat, and the grass shed receives the night dew and casts a shadow to cover it.

Not only is it safe to lie in it, but you can also see the entire yard, including the most remote place, which is great.

He lay there, watching the sky, the clouds, the moon, and the white dew on the ground, and there was no place for his active thoughts to rest.Who would have thought that this crazy player would knock down a third of his bed with a miraculous kick.

Crazy, 'A Fei' remembered him.

"Dead... dead!" The sound of cleaning penetrated the mud wall, interrupting Ren Yifei's resentment.

dead?who?

In the mourning hall and outside the mourning hall, the sleeping and napping players all opened their eyes. What came with this voice was the change of card information. Eight survivors became seven survivors.

Refueling, he sat up straight, his fingers scratched his hair irritably, and said with a dark face, "Let's go."

Xiaomei kept up without saying a word, and the eldest grandson's daughter-in-law and the eldest grandson also set off one after the other.Several players arrived at the place where the cleaning was done, which was the backyard, as quickly as possible.

The door of the firewood room was open, and a player had been burned to death. He died a few minutes ago, but his body was already charred.

"Stop screaming, tell me what you see." The eldest grandson yelled at the cleaner impatiently.

The cleaning was still in shock, and seeing the vicious eldest grandson, he trembled even more: "I, he and I came to the backyard, and we agreed to check each side..."

He stuttered, lost his logic in fear, but everyone understood.

Cleaning and A Song came to the backyard to look for clues, and they were alone.After cleaning and searching, I didn't see A Song for a long time, so I went to find him.

After looking for it for a while, he felt that the woodshed was a bit strange, so he opened it.

However, as soon as the firewood room was opened, the person lying on the dry firewood burned wildly, and within a few minutes the person became coke.

"He's still alive..." the cleaner kept repeating tremblingly, "When I opened the door, he was still alive."

The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law looked at him and shook her head: "Tsk, another one." Another one couldn't stand it and collapsed.

The miserable situation of the newcomers seemed to make her feel better: when she was unlucky, there were others who were even more unlucky.

Refueling walked over, covered his nose and checked.

The corpse's eyes were wide open, its mouth was dark, and its expression was distorted.His hair has become powder, his skin has been completely charred, and there are still traces of hemp rope and clothes on his body, and he was bound before.

"Bosses that were burned to death and part of the seal were lifted are even more difficult to deal with." Adding fuel, he let out a sigh of relief, looked down and found a card.

He took the card, and the gold lettering 'Night Watchman' on the corpse's head was gone.

"It's useless, let's go."

Tianyou and Xiaomei left the backyard first, and Tianyou walked quickly, Xiaomei ran a few steps before catching up.

"Sir, that person is..."

"I know, the guy who walks with a limp." After refueling, he stopped, with a solemn expression, "There is still a problem, the ninth person who disappeared..."

"What?" Xiaomei didn't hear clearly.

But add fuel and no longer answer.

It didn't take long for the eldest grandson's wife, eldest grandson, and the distraught cleaning lady to come to the mourning hall.

A new victim appeared, and the knife on the head was a little closer.Two nights were about to pass, and they didn't have any clues?Even the old players felt something was wrong.

The flames of the ever-burning lamps danced, and the warm light shrouded them, but their bodies were cold, just like their mood at the moment.

"Let's talk." Tianyou pulled out a stool and sat down.

Xiaomei especially has the potential to be a dogleg, so she immediately ran to stand behind Jiajiao, and even touched a handful of peanuts to bring them up.

If you can't sleep, you might as well sit down and talk.The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law and the eldest grandson found their own seats to sit down.

Sweeping lost all energy and energy, seeing the living player die in front of his own eyes, he couldn't accept it for a while.

As for the monk in the corner, he has been abolished, and no one counts him.

"The second night is coming to an end, and we still have nothing to gain." Cheanyou said with a smile, "It seems unreasonable for a novice game, with three veteran players, to play like this."

The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law turned her face away, scratching her hair irritably.

The eldest grandson looked at Jiayou: "You seem to have a clue?"

"Yes," Tianyou laughed, "It's a pity it's broken."

"What is the clue?" the eldest grandson asked.

Jiayou glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "I found two rubbing marks on the beams in Grandma Chunzhi's room, and a pair of shoes with different thicknesses of soles."

Rubbing marks on two beams?

Who else hanged?

The daughter-in-law of the eldest grandson raised her head with an urgent expression: "Grandma Chunzhi and the second grandson died in the same way? First strangled to death, and then pretended to hang herself?"

She also contacted the previous clue, the clue that the time of death was pushed forward: "The real time of death and the time of supposed death may be separated by a day... Was it done by her family?"

"That's right. I also suspect the same. The family members of the deceased showed panic, fear and guilt. If they died normally or were killed by others, they shouldn't behave like this." Add fuel.

"Grandma Chunzhi has long and short legs. I already have a suspect. You also know that what the player wears is only the skin, and the core is still his own, so the character she plays must be inappropriate. But..." I remembered that I had already burned The dead 'Night Watchman' swallowed silently.

Things have been like this, we can only continue to look forward.

Both the eldest grandson and the eldest grandson's wife thought of the player who was limping.But people are gone.

"Is this actually a novice game?" Sun's daughter-in-law felt that she was being fooled. In this difficult novice game, is she planning to destroy the rookie group?

"I think the breakthrough point lies in the ninth person." Jiayou's gaze slowly slid over the npc, "I suspect that person is hidden in the npc. The familiarity of the 'ghost' with the dungeon is beyond ours. It has the ability."

"Sir, what kind of existence is a 'ghost'?" Xiaomei asked in a low voice.

"The dungeon is built based on the memory of the 'ghost', this is its home field."

Xiaomei immediately understood: "So you guessed that the ninth person is a 'ghost', and it was disguised as an NPC? That's too much of an advantage? How do you find it?"

"There are restrictions." It was the eldest grandson who spoke this time.

"The npcs in the dungeons have their own activity patterns, and the dungeons are also derivatives. They are not completely consistent with the memory of the 'ghost'. In addition, no matter how many times the 'ghost' enters the dungeon, its memory will always be the first time. Only After clearing the customs, you will remember the countless duplicate copies you have experienced."

"Time pause is a benefit for beginners, maybe we can use it to find the ninth person." The eldest grandson's wife's eyes lit up.

"Is it to check these npcs?" Xiaomei asked refueling.

He nodded and shook his head refueling: "Check the npc, but you can't use harmful methods."

For the sake of pleasing Xiaomei players, I decided to say a few more words: "'ghosts' cannot kill npcs, once 'ghosts' find the wrong hunting target and kill npcs, the game will stop directly.

"The player is slightly better, but killing the npc will lead to a decrease in the overall npc favorability, increase the difficulty of the game, and even fail the game."

The eldest grandson suddenly remembered that he just kicked a certain npc's 'bed', um... this shouldn't be considered a harm, right?

He rubbed his forehead and changed the subject: "The second night is about to pass. Tomorrow, at midnight, thoroughly search the mourning hall and houses, check every npc, and find the ninth person!"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded silently: OK.

When the ugly time comes, the npc recovers.

It was amazing, the world opened again after pressing the pause button, Ren Yifei sat up and stretched: "Huh? Why did the stool fall down?... Ajie, what's the order?"

"Didn't you hear the voice of the watch? It's time to be ugly." As an npc player, he didn't feel weird at all.

Ren Yifei yawned, and the expressions of the players in the mourning hall were different.

He vaguely heard a lot of the players' conversations before, but the voice was too low and the information was a bit vague.

But it is certain that this group of people wanted to find him, and searched all over the place, on the third night.

I'm in trouble...

He already knew the cause of Granny Chunzhi's death and who the murderer was.But what about the murderer's motive?

A quarter of an hour later, loud screams broke through the sky, and he knew that the body had been found.

This time it was the kitchen lady who found the charred body. She was planning to go to the backyard to get some firewood.

The crowd gathered together again, and they identified for a long time, but couldn't recognize them, so they signed up one by one, and A Song stood out.

"Could it be that he owed gambling debts and provoked some enemies?" The night watchmen were discussing, "I knew he was so fond of gambling, there must be a day."

Good to gamble?Ah Song's eyes watching the game are not the eyes a gambler should have.

There are too many doubts about this person, and he is still limping when he walks, but he is dead.

Ren Yifei was the same as other players, they all doubted A Song.Because all doubts and clues point to him.

But other players still have the option of 'Ninth Man' to confuse, Ren Yifei himself is the 'Ninth Man', he has no choice.

"How can you die..."

Ren Yifei always felt suspicious, so he found an excuse to go to the backyard.

The body has disappeared, and like the second grandson, Ah Song's existence has been erased, and no one knows that this person has been there.

He searched the woodshed for a while, but found nothing.

The 'ghost' didn't know how to do it. The corpses were all charred, and the firewood in the firewood room was useless.

Ren Yifei got out of the firewood room and was about to leave.

"Why is that rose plant wilting?" Under the banana tree, a listless rose flower attracted his attention.

Is it a pest disease?

He was also bored, so he went up to take a look.

The problem was obvious at a glance.The color of the soil is not right, it can be seen that the traces were turned over in the past two days.

Dead people, still want to plant flowers?

Ren Yifei looked up to see that there was no one there.

He brought a shovel from the woodshed, then inserted the shovel into the soil, and stepped on it with his foot. As expected, he had just dug it not long ago, and it was very soft.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, so he raised his head to look left and right again, and then looked back.

No one around, good time.

After digging up the rose a few times, the shovel came across a strange thing.

Ren Yifei was about to take a closer look when he suddenly heard footsteps.

He immediately straightened the rose flower, pressed the roots with the soil a little, and took a shovel to sneak behind the banana tree and retracted.

He was thin, squatting there carefully, and was covered by the night, so he couldn't see him.

The footsteps came from far to near, and stopped not far from the banana tree.

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