The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

For some people, killing is not an end, but a means to an end.

Ren Yifei once again thought of those social residues he had come into contact with.

Some of these serial killers seem to pick their victims at random, but they are actually behind logic that normal people can't understand at all.

'Ghosts' are the same people as them.

Killing young women and dressing them up as dolls, but no specific abuse. It shows that it is not their **** hormones that attract 'ghosts' to these girls, and that 'ghosts' have no hatred for them.

Prosthetic eyes?

Ren Yifei raised his eyebrows, put down the water glass and stood up directly.

He came to the computer and started looking up all the details and information about the 'serial murder case', especially the victims.

The cold light of the screen cast on his expressionless face, with a bit of coolness.

On the other end, Saman has returned to the next door, closing the door and turning on the light. The cold light of the fluorescent lamp fills the entire dilapidated room, giving it the gloom of a funeral home.

There was nothing in his room, but there was a computer on the desk in the broken corner. It contained all the clues and questionable details he had written down.

Now he turned on the computer, typed in "Serial Murder in X City", and clicked search.

There are many rumors on the Internet, and there are not many real clues.

In order to avoid imitation crimes, the police will not disclose most of the details to the Internet. If they want to know more, they will either hack into official systems or hack into the computers of those who know them.

However, the official system belongs to the internal network system. If you want to come in and browse outside, you have to spend some effort.

Looking at the closed door of the official system, Ren Yifei frowned and thought: I don't need to know very detailed information, there is really no need to take risks.

Anyone familiar with the case...

"Defense lawyer." He thought of this person, the lawyer who defended the suspects caught before. He must know the details of these cases, and he has checked the case materials to understand the progress of the case.

Crackling, rhythmic percussion sounded.

At the same place at the same time, separated by a wall, the two tapped the keyboard at the same time, and their faces were also reflected on the screen at the same time.

This lawyer is a public figure and has his own website. Ren Yifei has found the IP address of the other party and used a virus to temporarily gain control of the computer.

Saman went to the official internal website, and he quickly found the details of the first victim, including the estimated time of death, the last appearance, the witnesses and discovery time of the body, the first scene of death and so on.

Liu Moumou, 23 years old, the front desk of a company, lives alone, and now lives in 306, Unit 3, XX Apartment, XX Road. The time of death was around 1 o'clock on a certain day, and the last time she appeared was around 9 o'clock. The body was found at 6 o'clock in the morning the next day. There was no trace of damage. The first scene of the crime was her own residence.

Followed by autopsy reports and on-site photos, as well as physical evidence extraction and so on.

The documentation they needed began to be copied.

Both of them are racing against time, trying not to make any noise as much as possible. But Saman was discovered quickly, by this time he had looked through the records of the three victims.

Saman frowned, exited immediately, and swept away the traces.

Ren Yifei, who was separated by a wall, crossed his fingers and stared at the screen seriously until he copied the entire folder, then exited and wiped away the traces.

After a little delay for two seconds, he opened the folder, opened the blank document on the other side, and began to record key information and information with a relatively high degree of overlap.

These victims all have similar characteristics: young women, living alone, in average living conditions, all of them are old apartment buildings in the old city, no elevators, and no surveillance around.

This living environment provides many conveniences for the murderer.

They all died of some kind of neurotoxin injection, and there were still ether residues in their bodies. The time of death was concentrated between 1 and 4. The bodies were dumped in the trash can or on the side of the road. dress with makeup on her face.

As for the rest, the women's phones were missing, the door locks showed signs of vandalism, but no valuables were stolen.

"The circumstances of the first victim's death were basically the same as those of the subsequent victims. The first case was a 'planned' murder, not a 'passionate' murder. The murderer had carefully understood the victim's situation in advance and knew that she lived alone. And a detailed and effective plan has been formulated.”

Saman frowned, tapping on the keyboard with both hands, jotting down some of his thoughts.

It may not be professional enough, but it supports the final result.

"The stepping point needs to appear in the vicinity many times and carefully observed before it can be determined. The information of living alone and young women can be learned through the clothes on the balcony, but if you want to know the exact time at home after get off work, you need to observe at least a few days. How many murderers can there be? It does not arouse suspicion from residents, and its identity has a certain protective effect of disguise.”

Ren Yifei wrote his conclusions in the blank document.

The main objects that the police suspect are criminals who use the Internet to defraud young women, as well as occupations that are convenient for inquiring about news and do not attract the attention of others, such as small traders, couriers, and takeaways who walk around the streets. , workers to unclog sewers, etc.

The reason why the police could not find anyone was because the turnover of personnel in the apartment building was too strong, and there were no surveillance or witnesses on the scene, and the scope of investigation was too large. But Ren Yifei and Saman are different, they condense the object of suspicion into nine people.

Nine players, excluding the two dead full-time housewives, the rest are the mysterious ninth person (Ren Yifei), real estate agent (Saman), squatting at home (Saman's follower), repeater (student player), takeaway ( Takeaway players), street gangsters (flower shirts), old scavengers (elderly players).

Ren Yifei turned on the computer, called up the map of the old city, and marked the addresses of the victims one by one.

Saman also called up the map, and he was looking for bus lines near the apartment building.

The former opens his hand and presses his thumb on the address of the apartment building as the center of the circle. The distance between the thumb and the index finger is proportional to the half-hour travel of the battery car as the radius.

With a center and a radius, a circle appears on the map and includes the addresses of all victims.

Ren Yifei stared at the circle and smiled slightly.

The latter ruled out the possibility that the murderer could use the public transportation system, and then ruled out the foot-pedal garbage trucks of the old scavengers, and reduced the tools to private cars, tricycles, and battery cars.

It is inconvenient for private cars to enter the alleys, and tricycles are not used, only battery cars.

Except for the ninth mysterious player, the other players own this vehicle, and there are only two people who have time to commit crimes: the deliveryman and the gangster.

Delivery workers have occupational conveniences to reach these victims without raising alarm. Taking away the mobile phone can be interpreted as not wanting to be discovered by others.

The gangster wanders out every day. It is said that there are many girlfriends, so it is not ruled out that they use the Internet to make friends. Taking away the mobile phone can be interpreted as not wanting to be discovered by others.

Ren Yifei prefers the former, because a gangster with many girlfriends shouldn't have such extreme obsession with a blind man.

Moreover, since there is no trace of infringement, the possibility of a relationship between men and women will not be particularly high, unless the gangster's girlfriend is fake and is obstacle information.

Saman is missing some key information, and he has questions about these two people, as well as the mysterious ninth person. The suspicion of these three people should be from high to low: the ninth person, the deliveryman, and the flower shirt.

However, the two of them had similar ideas. Since the 'Ghost' has an obsession with Song Bozhi and is a serial killer, it is impossible for him to leave no traces in his room.

Ren Yifei wanted to see the deliveryman's residence, but he was also worried that he would be caught in the tiger's mouth.

Saman is going to go to the gangster's room and use the exclusion method.

The gangster is dead. His apartment is blocked. To enter, he can only go to the administrator to get the key, or pick the lock directly. However, there is a risk in doing so, and the identity may be exposed and become the next target of the 'ghost'.

Ren Yifei cleared the traces, then turned off the computer. He sat on the sofa and picked up the cold water glass.

Going directly to the deliveryman's house is a risky move. The other party exhausted his patience, if he delivered it to the door... Ren Yifei shook his head and took a sip of cold water. The icy water temperature calmed him down a little.

Saman looked at the computer, and there was his shadow in the computer.

When there is no exposer, the 'ghost' starts to kill randomly, he may be selected or not. But once his intrusion into someone else's room is deemed 'neighborhood destruction', he will be 100% targeted.

Saman needs to think carefully, which is more in his interest.

The two people separated by a wall frowned and fell into a state of contemplation.

Tick, tick, time passed slowly.

The cold light hit their faces, and they were obviously two completely different people, but at the moment they were somewhat similar.

Upstairs in them, the player whose character identity is squatting at home is pacing the room.

The killer died on the second night, shortly after they met.

"How can there be such a coincidence? We only connected the line in front of us, and the floral shirt died in the back?" The young man was restless and sweating on his face.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was Saman's fault.

The killer is an old player, how could he take the initiative to provoke NPCs? And soon after they made an appointment, ready to deal with Saman?

"Does he already know my purpose?"

The squatting player at home was frightened. He remembered Saman's brutal record, the top 100 ruthless man on the star list.

The squatting player at home takes out a prop. This was given to him by one of Hong En's principals before he came. It was a powerful item that he couldn't even buy after selling it.

If Saman dies here, he will get a five-figure sum and a position as a small boss after he goes out.

He has been in the Wild Corner for so many days, and he has never seen so much money, and he has never enjoyed the taste of a superior man.

His face was squeezed into the shape of greed, even if his life was in danger, the thought of those things still made him want to move.

There are no moral ethics and laws in the desolate corner, and the evil of human nature takes root in that land. Perhaps there are people with a bottom line like Saman, but more people enter this world and lose their humanity a little bit and become beasts.

The days when the squatting player entered the Desolation Corner are still shallow, but he has already felt the benefits of being rich and powerful. He is eager for money and power, and Hong has promised him these days.

"Skynet is extensive, sloppy but not missed..." The TV in his room was on, replaying yesterday's news, and there was a huge amount of wanted notices in the lower right corner. Regarding a serial murderer, I hope the general public will actively provide clues.

The young man was upset at the moment, even more upset watching TV, and was about to close the door when someone knocked on the door.

His heart trembled: outside would be...

However, it was not the Saman he was afraid of outside the door, but a player.

"Your breakfast takeaway." The takeaway at the door smiled and lifted the takeaway box in his hand.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Is it you? Are you really conscientious in delivering food?"

"No way, work." The deliveryman handed over the item and smiled meaningfully.

The squatting player at home took the takeout box, and the takeaway took a look inside: "Are you alone? Why aren't you with your boss?"

"What boss?!" The squatting player at home seemed to have his eyebrows burned, and he jumped angrily.

"Anyone with a discerning eye can tell," the deliveryman smiled. "Which district are you from? I'm the East Star district."

"You too?" The home squat player looked at the takeaway with a little more kindness.

"I think you guys seem to have some contradictions. You follow him, but he doesn't take you seriously. Also, it's always a little impatient for a master to play with a novice." The deliveryman said with emotion.

"I don't want to take it or not, and no one begged him, but I pretended to be a good person and bought people's hearts." Hearing this at home was even more exciting.

"Hey, I didn't mean that." The deliveryman realized that he had said the wrong thing, and waved his hands again and again, "Forget it, I'll go first, more words are more mistakes."

"Wait a minute, do you want to come in and sit? Just take it for a chat?"

The squatting player at home unwittingly dropped his guard, knowing so much, at least he wouldn't be a 'ghost'.

The deliveryman smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Okay."