The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

To find a 'ghost', and to maintain a set of people to work, the players are busy like a spinning top.

Ren Yifei's time is relatively free and has more advantages.

He got up early and went to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the apartment building. The eldest sister was still enthusiastic, and there were all kinds of gossip in the chatter.

She is still most concerned about the news of serial killers and has been looking forward to the death penalty, but it is said that the most crucial evidence has not been found, so she is still just a suspect.

"This kind of scum has a lawyer to defend him." The elder sister sighed that the world was getting worse, and Ren Yifei nodded in agreement while eating.

He thought about the death scene on the first night.

How to make a reasonable trip?

The visitor at midnight disrupted all of Ren Yifei's plans, forcing him to start paying attention to "ghosts", who just wanted to be a quiet NPC.

This copy is too cruel to him.

After breakfast, Ren Yifei returned to the apartment building.

When he just walked through the gate, his face changed slightly, his legs were together, and his expression was embarrassed and embarrassed.

He turned an angle, stepped faster, touched the wall with one hand, and started walking towards the public toilet on the first floor.

"Do you want to go to the toilet?" An uncle couldn't help teasing when he saw the way he was walking.

Ren Yifei's face suddenly turned half red, and he quickened his pace.

There are two toilets on each floor of the apartment building, at the corners.

He walked over, and the sensor light turned on a pale light, and the faint smell of blood drifted over.

On the wall of the shared sink, there are still **** handprints and mouth left at that time, and the blood on the ground dripped from the door to the sink.

Ren Yifei hurried in and touched the men's toilet on the right.

After a while he came out and washed his hands at the sink.

His face and a few drops of blood were reflected in the mirror, and there was a shadowy figure in the corner of his vision.

He lowered his eyelids.

This corner, the murder scene full of blood, is currently only him and that vague shadow. Ren Yifei controlled it, preventing his eyes from focusing, and his eyes showed a state of chaos.

After washing his hands, he walked towards the stairs with ease with a guide stick.

A pair of eyes kept staring at him in the dark, coming from him, then leaving.

The owner of those eyes is cautious and careful, with murderous intent brewing in his eyes, and a strange lingering in his mouth: "Song Bozhi..."

Is there someone in the dark, is it a player, or is it a 'ghost'?

Ren Yifei grabbed the handrail and walked upstairs, and his heart, which had just sensed the danger and was rapidly accelerating, calmed down in this breath.

I always feel that if I reveal a little flaw, I will die.

Be more cautious, be more cautious.

He went back to the apartment and sat on the sofa. The surrounding sound, light and shadow recede from the perceived world.

A toilet exactly like the murder scene appeared in his world.

Ren Yifei threw away the guide stick in his hand and walked over.

The female corpse lay on the ground, her hair covering her face, several knife wounds on her back, and one of her slippers was missing.

On the right wall are **** handprints and a mouth.

He observed the lip, although the lines were very thick, but the turning of the lip line, the details of the lip corners, and the changes in the lip lines all showed that the murderer had a certain background in painting.

Ren Yifei walked over, the **** handprint on the wall was probably on his chest, and the **** lips were level with his sight.

Bloody handprints are from the dead, but **** lips are from the murderer.

According to common sense, when people write on the wall, the words will be at eye level, and the person who draws the lips should be about the same height as him, about 1.76 meters.

He also has another inference method, stride.

There are many **** footprints on the ground. The pattern of the deceased's slippers is wavy, so the stripes belong to the murderer.

He walked over, looking for the correct sequence among the several footprints.

In fact, there is no accurate formula between height and stride distance, because people of the same height have different leg lengths, different walking postures, and different ages, which will lead to changes in the results.

Ren Yifei used his height to test these steps.

"One, two, three." After three steps, he stopped with a small smile on his face.

A person who is close to him in height and has a certain background in painting.

The door to the thinking world was closed, the murder scene disappeared, and there was still a small room in front of him.

Ren Yifei was in no hurry to dub, he went to the garden downstairs and sat under a wisteria flower corridor.

This is a gathering place for middle-aged and elderly women, often with children.

During the day, the players go to work and school, and the housewife wants to buy and cook vegetables. The ones who have been in the apartment building the longest are Ren Yifei, the voice actor, the idle gangster with Flower Shirts, the old retired people, and the young people who are squatting at home.

Ren Yifei sat in the garden for a while in the morning and listened to the parents who were talking about their daughters who refused to marry and whose sons didn't have a job. These are the points of discussion among these middle-aged and elderly women.

"Young man, good morning." Beside him, the old player sat down with a thermos cup.

"Hello." Ren Yifei smiled shyly at the source of the voice.

"Has something happened to us before?" The old player asked a vague question.

Ren Yifei was stunned for a moment, then recalled and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know, I've only been here for half a year."

On his side, the player couldn't get any useful information, and the old player searched several times, but all came back without success.

A child's cry suddenly sounded in the quiet garden. It turned out that a child was pushing someone's battery car, but he was crushed.

The woman watching the child hurriedly took the child out, pointed to the upstairs and called someone, saying that the other party's car parked randomly and hit her little grandson.

A young man in a floral shirt came out from the third floor, who was one of the players. He frowned and looked downstairs. The woman was already guilty, but when he stared at her, her anger became weak, and she snorted twice and took her grandson away.

The floral shirt went back to the house.

But after a while, the sun rose and the garden became warm. The middle-aged and elderly women with their children dispersed one by one, and the garden became quiet.

Ren Yifei returned to his residence and continued to be busy dubbing.

Although their timbres are the same, their exhalation methods and speaking habits are different, which all need to be adjusted.

Ren Yifei's dubbing is standard academic, but Song Bozhi's is more wild, and both have their own characteristics and advantages. He also finds it very interesting to learn Song Bozhi's dubbing method now.

The fun of acting lies in this, to have another life for a short time.

"Dong dong."

At noon, the door was knocked twice.

Ren Yifei opened the door, it was the delivery boy, but not Xiao Zheng.

"I smell the aroma of the food." He smiled and said, "Will Xiao Zheng come in and sit for a while?"

"I'm not Xiao Zheng," said the deliveryman at the door. "He delivered the order on the other side."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Ren Yifei's expression was embarrassed. It just happened that it was very noisy outside, and he was quite speechless and asked, "What's wrong outside? It's a bit noisy."

The delivery man looked back: "It seems like an old lady and a young man are quarreling."

"Yes?"

He stuck his head out and 'listened' to his ears, and the voice was a little familiar. After a while, the administrator came to persuade the fight.

"What are you doing?" Saman came back from get off work and had dinner. When he went upstairs, he saw that he stretched his neck and pricked up his ears, like a hare on the grassland.

"Mr. Lin, is someone arguing downstairs?"

Saman didn't look back, with a mysterious smile on his face: "Yes, it's noisy... very loud."

Back at the rental house, Saman put together the monitors that had been damaged everywhere, wrapped them in paper towels and threw them in the trash. He checked the surveillance in other places again, and there was no difference.

Ren Yifei was eating in the room. He heard that the door next door opened and closed again. The player seemed to be out again. I don't know why he came back on purpose.

"Ding dong, ding dong." The phone vibrated, and the call came.

"Mr. Song, I've been waiting for you for a day?" The editor on the other end said kind words with gritted teeth.

Ren Yifei looked up at the ceiling: "Actually, it's almost finished. I'll send you an episode tonight?"

"Really? That's really nice, then I'll leave you alone, and have a nice meal."

So he also knew it was lunch time?

Ren Yifei had no choice but to go back to the recording studio, put on his earphones, pointed at the microphone, and entered the recording time without distractions.

Hurry up, hurry up, in the end he sent out an episode of recording before dinner.

It's still not Xiao Zheng delivering dinner. After the meal, Ren Yifei packed up the takeaway box and the rest of the rubbish, and was going to throw the trash can outside the apartment building. A young man in a floral shirt came across, who was framed for parking indiscriminately in the morning.

He had a dark face, with the words "Tenant No. XX" on his head, and his eyes were indescribably fierce, as if a "ghost" would be torn to shreds by him as soon as he appeared in front of him.

Ren Yifei passed him by.

Another exposer, what did he do to get exposed?

Ren Yifei didn't have time to think too much, and he suspected that his role was entangled with the 'ghost'.

This is another challenge for him.

That night, he didn't sleep, listening to the door open and close.

The dark shadow has come again.

Ren Yifei closed his eyes, but he could feel the sight wandering around him like a snake, wet and cold, with an indescribable stench.

"You should be, my most successful work. I want to kill you with my own hands."

That cold voice was also like a snake, cold-blooded and creepy.

The black shadow is like an out-of-control monster, it 'touches' his face and body through a thin layer of air.

That greed does not contain lust, but plunder, destroy, possess.

Ren Yifei felt that the other party's emotions were on the verge of getting out of control. The only thing holding him back might be the rule that 'ghosts' can't hurt NPCs.

He controlled his breathing, pretending to be mature and sleeping, but the goose bumps were uncontrollable, and every pore that felt the irritation screamed. The darkness at this time is also a kind of protection for him.

For the role of 'Song Bozhi', the other party was almost unable to control the desire to kill.

Yesterday, 'it' was able to control its breathing, but tonight, the breathing is heavy and a little short.

The third night, the fourth night, can he survive it?

Wouldn't this guy really risk breaking the rules and kill him?

Ren Yifei can't guarantee it.

And the worst part is that if you pretend, you may die. If you don't pretend, you might die faster.

It just doesn't give people a way to live!

He wanted to lift the lid of the coffin again.

After a while, the shadow finally left, and the room returned to calm.

Holding his ghost card tightly in his hand, Ren Yifei closed his eyes. He needs a good rest to deal with the future, such as finding out this 'ghost' and beating him violently!

That night, he had a nightmare all night, dreaming that he fell into the snake's lair and was swallowed up alive.

Then the information was updated again:

[Second night: Ranger. 】

[Two players died, and the 'ghost' seal unlocked two-eighths. 】

Because of having a nightmare all night, Ren Yifei got up a little early today, and his mental state was not good. He was a little awake after splashing cold water when washing.

He looked at his pale but handsome face in the mirror, wiped the water off his face with a towel, changed his clothes, prepared to go downstairs for a walk, and then went straight to breakfast.

He opened the door while yawning and poked with his guide stick.

"Ok?"

The guide stick poked a face.

The young man in the flower shirt lay down at the door, his face turned in his direction, motionless.

The face was well made up, the hair was combed, and the clothes were even buttoned up neatly, which was different from before.

He was carefully powdered, with a foundation close to his skin color to cover up the original flaws, his eyebrows were carefully drawn, and there was only one odd mouth, which was deliberately turned into a smiling lip.

In his hand, there was a knife with blood on the tip, and the blood turned black. There was a rose painted in black blood on the ground, not drawn with a finger, but scraped out with a knife, with a sharp edge.

Ren Yifei noticed that his nails seemed to be blue-purple, which was a sign of poisoning.

"..."

The 'ghost' is really sick.

Ren Yifei moved his lips, and he knew that this was not a person, but a corpse.

A well-dressed corpse that was deliberately placed at his door.

Roses are synonymous with love.

But the 'ghost' said love to him?

No, it's more of a show-off and mark, showing one's ability to possessions.

He felt suffocated.

More of a feeling of being humiliated.

It's like being pushed into a corner, with a bomb tied around your body, and asked if you want to cut blue or red.

The author has something to say:

Red? Or blue?

A Fei: ...Rage value accumulation ing