The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The moon is cold, the night is boundless, when will the bad players finish playing?

NPC Ren Yifei kept his face relaxed and sleeping, with one hand and one foot hanging in the air.

Fortunately, most of the body and the elbows and knees used as supports are covered, otherwise he is afraid that he will be cold.

With so many NPCs, why would he bully him alone?

He was lying down fine.

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

Look at this environment, the small bed set out by three long benches is covered with a coat, the straw shed is covered with the night dew, and a shadow is cast to cover it.

Lying in it is not only safe, but when you look up, you can see the entire yard, including the most remote places, which is no better.

He lay there, looking at the sky, the clouds, the moon, and the white dew on the ground as frost, with nowhere to put his active thoughts. Who would have thought that this crazy player would knock down a third of his bed with a kick from God.

Insane, 'A Fei' remembered him.

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

dead? who?

Outside the mourning hall, the sleeping and resting players all opened their eyes. Along with this voice, the information of the card changed, and the eight survivors became seven survivors.

Tianyou stood up and sat up, fingers irritably scratching his hair, with a dark face: "Go."

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

The door to the woodshed was open, and a player burned to death. He died a few minutes ago, but the body was already charcoal.

"Stop screaming, tell me what you see." The grandson scolded the cleaning impatiently.

The cleaning was still in shock, and when he saw the fierce eldest grandson, he trembled even more: "I, I and he came to the backyard and said yes, let's check one by one..."

He speaks intermittently, losing logic because of fear, but everyone understands it.

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

After searching for a while, he felt that the firewood house was a little weird, so he opened the firewood house.

However, as soon as the woodshed was opened, the man lying on the dry wood burned wildly, and within a few minutes the man became coke.

"He's still alive..." Sweeping trembled and kept repeating, "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 collapsed unbearably.

The tragic situation of the newcomer seemed to make her feel better: when she was unlucky, others were even more unlucky.

Tianyou walked over, covered his nose and checked it out.

The corpse's eyes are wide, its mouth is black, and its expression is distorted. His hair has turned into powder, his skin has been completely charred, and there are still traces of hemp rope and clothes on his body, which was previously tied up.

"It's even harder to deal with a boss who has been burned alive, and some of the seals have been lifted." Tian You sighed and looked down to find a card.

He took this card away, and the golden inscription 'Night Watchman' on the corpse's head disappeared.

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

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

"Sir, that person is..."

"I know, the limping guy." After adding oil, he stopped, his expression solemn, "There is another trouble, the ninth person who disappeared..."

"What?" Xiaomei didn't hear clearly.

But add oil no longer answer.

It didn't take long for the eldest grandson's daughter-in-law, the eldest grandson, and the soulless cleaning to come to the mourning hall.

A new victim appeared, the knife on the head a little closer. Two nights are about to pass, and they don't have any clues? Even old players feel bad.

The flame of the Everbright Lamp jumped, and the warm light enveloped them, but the body was cold, just like their mood at the moment.

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

Xiaomei especially has the potential of dog legs, she immediately ran to stand behind Tianyou, and even touched a handful of peanuts and brought them up.

If you can't sleep, it's better to sit down and talk. The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law and the eldest grandson each found a seat and sat down.

Sweeping lost his energy, and he couldn't accept it for a while watching the live player die in front of him.

As for the monk in the corner, it has been abolished, and no one counts his share.

"The second night is about to pass, and we still have nothing to gain." Tim said with a smile, "a novice game, three old players, but it seems unreasonable to play like this."

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

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

"Yes," Tian You laughed, "it's a pity it's broken."

"What's the clue?" Zhangsun asked.

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

The friction marks of the two beams?

Who else hanged?

The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law raised her head with an eager expression: "Mother-in-law Chunzhi and the second-grandson die in the same way? First strangled, and then disguised as hanging?"

She contacted the previous clues, the clues that pushed the death time: "The real time of death and the time of death may be one day apart... Her family's hand?"

"That's right. I also suspect that the behavior of the family members of the deceased is panic, fear and guilt. If it was a normal death, or if they were killed by others, they should not behave in this way." Added You.

"Grandma Chunzhi has long and short legs. I already had a suspect. You all know that the player is only wearing the skin, and the core is still her own, so the role she plays must be inappropriate. But..." Tianyou remembered that he had burned The dead 'night watchman' silently swallowed his unwillingness.

This is the case, and we can only continue to look forward.

The eldest grandson and his daughter-in-law both thought of the limping player. But the people are gone.

"This is actually a novice game?" Wife Sun felt that she was being fooled. Is this difficult novice game planning to destroy the newcomers?

"I think the breakthrough point lies in the ninth person." Tianyou's eyes slowly slid over the npc, "I suspect that person is hidden in the npc. The 'ghost''s familiarity with dungeons is unmatched by us. It has this ability."

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

"The copy is established based on the memory of the 'ghost', and this is its home ground."

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

"There are restrictions." This time it was the eldest grandson who spoke.

"The NPCs in the dungeon have their own activity mode, and the dungeon is also derived, and they are not exactly the same as the 'ghost' memory. 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, I will remember the countless repeated copies of what I have experienced."

"Time suspension is a novice benefit, maybe we can use it to find the ninth person." The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law's eyes lit up.

"Are you checking these NPCs?" Xiaomei asked Tim.

Add Oil nodded and shook his head: "Check NPCs, but don't use harmful methods."

For the sake of Xiaomei's liking, Tianyou decided to say a few more words: "'Ghost' can't kill NPCs. Once the 'Ghost' finds the wrong hunting target and kills NPCs, the game will stop immediately.

"Players are slightly better, but killing NPCs will lead to a decrease in overall NPC favorability, an increase in game difficulty, and even game failure."

Changsun suddenly remembered that he had just kicked an NPC's 'bed', um... this shouldn't be considered harmful, right?

He touched his forehead and changed the subject: "The second night is about to pass. Tomorrow, I will thoroughly investigate the mourning hall and house, check every NPC, and find the ninth person!"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded silently: OK.

When the ugly time comes, NPCs recover.

It's very amazing. The world that presses the pause button opens again. Ren Yifei sits up and stretches: "Huh? Why did the stool fall down?...Ajie, what's the order?"

"Haven't you heard the sound of the watch? It's ugly time." As an NPC player, he didn't feel weird at all.

Ren Yifei yawned, and the players in the mourning hall looked different.

He vaguely heard a lot of the player's conversation before, but the voice was too low and the information was a little vague.

But it is certain that this group of people wanted to find him, and the carpet search was on the third night.

I'm in trouble...

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

A quarter of an hour later, a loud scream 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 going to go to the backyard to get some firewood.

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

"Could it be that he owes a gambling debt to some enemy?" The night watchmen were discussing, "I knew that he was so good at gambling, there must be one day."

good bet? The look that Assong looked at the game was not the look a gambler should have.

There were too many doubts in this man, he was limping while walking, but he died.

Like other players, Ren Yifei doubted Asong. Because all doubts and clues point to him.

But other players still have a confusing option of 'the ninth person', Ren Yifei himself is the 'ninth person', he has no choice.

"How could death be..."

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

The corpse has disappeared. Like the second grandson, the existence of Asong has been erased, and no one knows that this person has come.

He looked in the woodshed for a while, but found nothing.

The 'ghost' didn't know how to do it, the corpses were all turned into coke, and the firewood in the firewood house had nothing to do with it.

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

"Why did that rose wilt?" Under the banana tree, a listless rose caught his attention.

Is it a pest disease?

He was also bored and went up to take a look.

At a glance, the problem was seen. The color of the soil is not right, and it looks like this trace has been turned over in the past two days.

Dead people, still have the mind to plant flowers?

Ren Yifei looked up and saw 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. Sure enough, he had dug not long ago, and it was very soft.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, he looked up again, looked left and right, and looked back again.

No one around, good time.

Not long after digging up the rose, the shovel came across something odd.

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

He immediately straightened the rose, took the soil and pressed the roots a little, then took the shovel and stepped into the banana tree and retracted.

He was thin, squatted there carefully, and the darkness covered him, so he couldn't see.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, and stopped not far in front of the banana tree.

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