The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The 'invisible' Ren Yifei didn't know what was going on, with a confused expression, groping with one hand in the air: "Auntie, are you alright? What's the matter?"

The aunt climbed back a few steps and pointed at the corpse in horror: "Dead, dead!"

Saman next door put on a windbreaker and walked out, stepping on his short boots with a clatter: "Stand still."

Another person died, and the remaining players quickly gathered.

But they were not close, with precaution and vigilance in their eyes. Yesterday's mutual temptation and frame-up still resulted in this evil result after all.

Players who have powerful props on hand and can save their lives can still calm down, while those novice players who have only played two or three games in the first place will suffer.

There are nine players in the group, and there are six remaining.

Saman and the young man behind him, they looked like a group. The old player, unhurried, seems to have something to rely on. Student players, go it alone. The delivery man shivered.

Another is still unknown.

Neighborhood is the name of the low-end office and the configuration of the middle-end office.

The information prompts are not clear, there are too few clues, and a few players who have never played the mid-end game are simply smeared.

The hints of the cards are too directional, they can only infer that the 'ghost' is a young man who is about 1.7 meters tall, and he can probably come into contact with cosmetics in his life, as well as make-up skills.

"There is one less person." This sentence came from the student player, "This person is either a master of disguise or a 'ghost'."

He looked at the other players with a little nervousness, but his eyes were frank.

He is a young man who is about 1.7 meters tall. There are two other people who meet the conditions, the deliveryman and the little brother behind Saman. He felt that everyone was suspicious of him, so he first introduced the 'ninth person' who had not appeared so far.

Halfway through the time, they don't even know the true identity of the 'ghost', let alone the identity of the character.

"Let's cooperate?" The student player continued, looking at the old player and Saman expectantly, while the deliveryman and valet were ignored.

The old player thought for a while and nodded.

"Yes," said Salman.

The student player knew that he was inexperienced and needed a boss to play, so he volunteered to lead the effort. For example, examining dead bodies.

There were many contusions on the body, and several broken bones.

"It seems to be twisted like this, then killed, and then put on makeup." He shuddered, "This 'ghost' is so perverted, isn't it a pervert in the first place?"

"Why draw a smiley face?" The old player thought about this question.

But until the corpse disappeared and the NPC went away, the players still had no clue.

They decided to start over.

"The name of the copy is Neighborhood, and the 'ghost' must be one of the occupants of this apartment."

The old man spoke first.

"But I have inquired about it, and no one has died in this apartment building for three years." The old player continued.

"People who have played a lot of dungeons know that if the real body of the 'ghost' is dead, then its death time will usually not exceed one year. Since no one has died in three years, then this dungeon time should be that the 'ghost' is still alive. when."

The other players were stunned for a moment, but a few still didn't react.

The old man waited for the others to return to their senses one by one, and then said with a little self-satisfaction: "The NPC and the player's identity are not compatible, there is no real body of the 'ghost' in the NPC. That is to say, the role of the 'ghost' is among our players, The true identity of the 'ghost' is also among our players."

Their bodies may be the real bodies of 'ghosts'.

"Could it be the three people who have died?"

"Not good."

Everyone was silent. Although the scope had been delineated, it was not easy to find out.

"Maybe you can think about these three information prompts again, all the information is related to the real body of the 'ghost'. Broken Dragon Mountain, referring to the parents who protect their children regardless of right and wrong, and are willing to take the blame. Ranger, an ancient gangster. A woman with a long tongue is a woman who likes to gossip and spread rumors. They are all negative adjectives."

Saying that, Saman looked around at these players: "Is there anything in your identity that is easy to be ridiculed and ridiculed?"

The student player thought for a moment: "This status is a poor student. He has been repeated twice, and he has no hope of going to college. As for family, apart from poverty, everything else is fine."

The old man continued: "Lonely and widowed old man, pick up garbage for a living."

"Orphans, with scars on their faces, poor." The deliveryman touched the scars on his face with a helpless expression.

"From the countryside to the city, it's down and poor." Saman said these words in the tone of a domineering president.

"I...I just broke up with love? There's still squatting at home," the young man who followed Saman laughed dryly, "Oh, and poverty."

Several people looked at each other in dismay, and they were all ridiculed. Also, what kind of a smooth life can you live in here?

Saman looked at the corpse that disappeared on the steps, he raised his head, his room was on the right, and the blind young man's on the left.

The first time, the young woman was in the toilet downstairs, her mouth was scratched.

The second time, the flower shirt died at the door of the blind youth, and the "ghost" also painted a rose on his door.

The third time, the middle-aged woman died on the stairs. Her death was terrifying, her limbs were twisted, and she was coiled into a ball, as if... rolled like this.

He remembered that he once stopped the two children and asked them why they were making fun of the blind young man, but the two children said of course: "He is blind, who made him blind?"

Is it the family's words and deeds?

If it is family influence that causes the two children to go astray, then their parents are the ones who are responsible regardless of right and wrong, and are most likely to be unethical people.

Saman had some vague thoughts in his mind, but he didn't say it.

At this time, Ren Yifei was still sitting in the breakfast shop, and he sneezed.

Suddenly creepy.

There is no special news today, the elder sister is talking about trivial things.

Speaking of which, she should know that person too, right? It was the person he saw at night, the role of a 'ghost'.

Now that he knows the role of the 'ghost', what about the inside?

Full count, up to sixteen or seven hours. It's time to find the boss's real body, tsk...

"Sister, there are a few people in our apartment. I want to ask you about it."

Even everyone has been ostracized and gossiped by their neighbors.

What's the matter with this apartment? Are you embarrassed to call yourself a harmonious neighborhood?

If the elimination method fails and the real body cannot be found, can you clear the level by killing the 'ghost' face to face?

Thinking about this problem all the way, Ren Yifei returned to the apartment. The stairs were clean and there was no trace left.

"Mr. Song." A person came out of the stairs.

Ren Yifei laughed: "Is that Mr. Lin? Didn't go to work today?"

"Today is the weekend."

Saman stood there, waiting for the blind young man.

"I have a lot of questions when I first arrived, but I don't have any other acquaintances here, so I have the cheek to visit." He also took out a bag of fruit, looking like he was indeed visiting.

"Call me Bozhi," Ren Yifei nodded slightly embarrassedly in the direction of the voice while groping for the keyhole, "Please come in."

The door opened.

Although it is a blind man's house, the things inside are orderly

As soon as Ren Yifei entered the door, he put the guide stick on the hook on the side, and his face also showed a very relaxed expression that was different from before.

"Please sit down, would you like to eat some apples?" He said while taking a clean cup, poured a glass of warm water from the drinking fountain, and put it on the coffee table.

"No, thank you." Saman put down the fruit bag, took the water glass, and sat down on the sofa.

"This is?" Ren Yifei heard the sound of the bag.

Saman folded a banana and put it in his hand: "A little fruit."

"you are too polite."

They pushed each other for a long time, and after a few back and forth, it seemed that they had completed the transition from a neighbor they had met to a neighbor who could have a little friendship.

Things went well, and Saman's smile became more real.

This house is the same as his, but it has a stronger atmosphere of life, and there are many things that represent the personal preferences of the owner.

Everything was put in the most appropriate place, showing no trace of a second person living here.

Saman was suddenly a little disappointed, and he didn't know where the disappointment came from.

On the inside, there's an all-glass home recording studio, probably related to the work the homeowner does. There is also a large bookshelf outside, on which are special books for the blind, which are very thick and have bumps on the spine.

Saman also found a bag of newspapers.

Strange, blind people need newspapers too?

"Have Song and Bozhi lived here for a long time?" Saman asked, holding a water glass.

"Huh? It's been a while, what's wrong?" Ren Yifei wondered.

Saman's eyes were still watching the room, but he was smiling: "No, it's just that you don't go out very much, and I thought... If you don't go out all the time, it's hard for the neighbors to know a few."

Ren Yifei covered his face and smiled: "You and my sister said the same thing, it's not that you don't go out at all, and many people know each other."

"Can you introduce me? I've been here for a few days, but I haven't met a few people yet." Saman took a glass of water and drank, but his eyes looked at Ren Yifei with inquiry.

Ren Yifei didn't notice it at all, and was still entertaining guests warmly.

He took out the snacks from the drawer and arranged them one by one. He said with a smile, "You will become familiar with it after staying here for a while. Unlike me, Mr. Zheng has given me many takeaways, but I only Know he's a neighbor. Have a snack?"

Xiao Zheng? Takeaway? Saman thought.

"Thanks, I'll just drink water. Are these newspapers?"

"Newspapers? Are these on the bookshelf?" Without looking back, Ren Yifei stretched out his hand and took down the bag where the newspapers were placed, "My sister brought these, she will tell me the news."

Saman looked at the bag. The latest newspaper was curled and placed on the outermost side. He could not help squinting when he saw the words "serial killing".

If NPCs are paper people with autonomous programs, then all the information that appears in the copy is derived from the memory of 'ghosts', and there is very little information that is completely useless.

Older players are good at taking advantage of this information.

"Is this the latest news?" Saman pulled out the newspaper, and the headline was the arrest of the suspect in the serial murder case.

Below is some information about the victims. The deceased were young and beautiful women who disappeared late at night and appeared by the garbage dump the next day. They were made to look like dummies, with makeup on their faces.

The most special point is that their eyeballs have been removed, and the artificial eyes are inlaid with fake ones.

Samant's eyebrows twitched.

He looked at the smiling young man across from him, his body exuded a soft and harmless aura, and his facial features were exquisite.

The newspapers have photos of the victims' lives. They have similar eyes, almond eyes and double eyelids.

Just like the young man in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Ren Yifei asked strangely, seeming to sense the gaze here.

"It's okay, you don't go out much, you work at home?" Saman lowered his head and read the newspaper carefully, but he seemed to care about the blind young man.

"It's work on the Internet." Ren Yifei didn't seem to notice it at all, and was still responding seriously.

They chatted for a while, and when it was about time, Saman thought it was okay.

"Are you still busy? Sorry for bothering you for so long. Can I come to see you later?"

Ren Yifei looked very happy, and his smile became brighter: "Of course."

"Thank you for your hospitality, I'll go first." Saman wrote down the contents of the newspaper, then rolled up the paper and put it back in, "Don't send it."

The door was gently closed, and the sound of footsteps quickly disappeared from my ears.

Ren Yifei's smile turned into foam and dissipated. He twisted his neck, leaned lazily on the sofa, and blew the warm water in his hand.

His eyes slowly shifted to the table.

There was a bag with newspapers, and the latest one was brought by his sister the first day.

The other party watched for so long, what clues did they find?

I don't know where the players have reached. Since they can infer that the 'ghost' has some special attention to him, then there should be a lot of clues available.

Perhaps, cooperation can be considered.

Ren Yifei took a sip of water, took the newspaper roll in his other hand, opened it a little, and saw the headline.

Isn't this a case that the eldest sister of the breakfast shop at the door talked about?

He looked towards the plate below, and his expression changed slightly.

The author has something to say:

Drama VS Lie Detector.

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