The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

"Continue to pay attention, if anyone uploads the 'neighborhood' clearance video, notify me immediately." Saman put on his coat and prepared to go out.

The assassination cannot end like this. In Saman's hands, Tianhong's people gave the newcomer props, as well as evidence of coercion and enticing him.

It's time to make a big fuss and 'sorrow' is split.

In Dongxing City, Ren Yifei was in a trance with a white face.

The guide elf said 'Flying Shuttle'. At first, he thought it was something similar to a spaceship, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

The ground in front of his house suddenly cracked a square hole, a cube with six-sided glass like an elevator rose up, one side door opened, and then...

"Are you okay, player?"

Ren Yifei didn't speak, he was afraid that he would vomit when he opened his mouth.

Imagine yourself in a bouncy ball, going side to side, up and down, this is what he experienced.

He, a person who is not seasick, car-sick, or plane-sick, feels like he has stepped on cotton, and his stomach is tumbling.

"You call this a flying shuttle?"

"Because it's fast." The guide elf explained, the 'huh' will be there in a flash, the thief is fast, the shuttle.

Ren Yifei was speechless, indeed, it was really fast.

He is now on a lead-grey minimalist semicircular platform.

This platform is like a slightly opened clam shell, with an illuminated cylinder in the center, and six-sided cubes are constantly emerging around it, and different players come out of the cube.

He took a closer look and saw that they were all human, and they were basically oriental, with Asian looks.

"I don't know, I thought it was just getting off the plane in China." Ren Yifei slowed down slightly.

"Because it is a world with the same cultural background, all players are selected. But there are occasional exceptions, such as white skin and yellow core, or black skin and yellow core." The guide elf explained in words the players could understand.

"Really? So, I might still meet my black, or fans?"

Turning the fisherman hat on his head, Ren Yifei lowered his head and walked out from the platform.

The sky outside had been dyed orange-red by the setting sun, and a flock of birds passed by.

He was wearing a white shirt and jeans, the ropes of his Martin boots were tight, and he was covered with an excellent windbreaker. Apart from his height and long legs, there was nothing particularly strange about him.

It's just that if the people around him accidentally glance at him, they can't help but stop.

Where he walked, it seemed as if the pause switch had been turned on. These people looked at him with burning eyes, but they were very restrained in their movements. They didn't approach him.

Ren Yifei doesn't take these actions that can't cause harm to heart.

People on the street wear everything, regardless of the season, regardless of gender, men with black legs and celestial bodies are all inconspicuous.

A petite girl walked by on a dog leash, while a leather collar was on the neck of a man who was panting behind him. Sweat flowed down this body wearing only leather props, and the air around him was hot.

Ren Yifei had never seen such a blatant letter circle member, so he took a look.

The petite girl in front immediately returned him a meaningful smile: "I can shelter you, do you want to try?"

The man behind her immediately raised his head and stared at Ren Yifei with wide eyes, as if he was wary of a dog that came to grab bones.

"Not interested." Ren Yifei walked away.

Without the constraints of legal ethics, players can unleash their natural instincts, all kinds of monsters and ghosts have come out, and they feel that they are going to be blind when they look at them.

But aside from these hot-eyed elements, the whole street looks very good, there is no garbage and dirt, and there is no quarrel, stealing, robbery, etc. in his imagination.

"The main city is officially managed, and some behaviors are not allowed on the streets, such as fighting, sex, robbery, throwing garbage... If they want to have direct physical contact with you, they will be given a yellow card."

The guide wizard added: "In addition, small shops with business licenses are also protected by the system, and smashing, smashing and looting are not allowed. Violation of the regulations will directly deduct white coins, and immediately lose their lives after deduction."

Ren Yifei was dumbfounded: Okay, he thinks highly of the virtues of human beings.

When he was walking on the grey flagstone street, past the orderly arrangement of green trees and black wrought iron benches, at a certain moment, he seemed to have returned to modern times.

On both sides are shops with windows, where all kinds of goods are displayed, and there are even flower shops and toy shops.

The light of the setting sun shines on the glittering glass street lamps and on the glass mirrors of skyscrapers. The whole world is warm.

Warm yellow light and blue-purple shadows spread out in front of you, and everything looks beautiful.

It's just that there are no busy office workers and students in this city.

There are no happy young men and women either.

Ren Yifei blinked and returned to reality. Compared with this place that looks very much like a human city, the wasteland is indeed more lovely.

This city is indeed very beautiful. Whether it is the wrought iron street lamps or the small flower beds on the side of the road that are very beautiful, you can see the beauty of art.

It's just that this kind of beauty combined with the player makes it seem a little weird.

The more harmonious and beautiful the environment, the more bizarre the player becomes.

Everything is so fake.

"Walk through this street and turn left at the intersection ahead for 300 meters." The guide elf gave him the navigation.

Because of his habit, Ren Yifei walked on the walking path on the right, and he needed to cross the road to the left.

There are cars, carriages and rickshaws on the road. These cars are very luxurious, and there are one or a few well-dressed players sitting in the cars. The players walking on both sides couldn't help chasing with their eyes, showing envious expressions.

"These drivers are all players, and the cars are their own. However, if you want to drive in Dongxing City, you must pay a regular driving fee, so only some people choose to drive. Cars without license plates will be taken away." The elves are introduced in a neat way.

Ordinary players will know these things after the first instance, only its host is so magical.

"So, taking a car is a kind of class expression?"

There are few cars on the road and most people are walking. This may be the reason, so there are no traffic lights on the road.

A car passed in front of him, and he vaguely saw a tall man sitting inside. The familiar bitter fragrance circled around the tip of his nose and disappeared again.

Ren Yifei looked at the long black car that had passed, and frowned: Dessert player.

"Shh-"

Daoyue, who was driving, whistled to the outside of the car, and Saman in the back seat rubbed his temples: "What's wrong?"

"I saw a beautiful woman with a very beautiful temperament, I don't know what her name is... Forget it, it's even worse to know, who knows when the person will be gone? It's better to just take a glimpse." Daoyue smiled and said One-liners mask loneliness.

That's the way it is in the Desolate Corner. The most powerful people can't guarantee that they can survive the next instance. Everyone is drunk today, and worrying about tomorrow.

Saman looked up at the window, and the scenery on both sides passed like a picture scroll, where tranquility and chaos intersected.

The world was so boring, he didn't know what he was living for. For the day-to-day copy game?

A pair of eyes suddenly flashed before his eyes, and the corners of Saman's mouth rose unconsciously.

It's not entirely boring, and there are occasional surprises like this.

Passers-by on the side of the road lined up, all waiting to cross the road.

There was a line of carriages from the other side of the intersection, all open-top carriages. At the front is a golden carriage drawn by six horses, decorated with gold, silver and precious stones, which is intricate and luxurious.

On it sat a beautiful woman in a jeweled veil, a black star-dotted veil wrapped around her bumpy body, and decorated with white ostrich feathers flying in the wind.

Ren Yifei raised his head, he saw the woman on the carriage, and the other party saw him too.

The red lips under the veil evoked a smile.

When the carriage passed by him, a red card flew out from her slender fingers. Ren Yifei raised his hand to catch the card. The carriage had already galloped past him, bringing a rich and luxurious aroma.

After that, there were mostly four horse-drawn carriages and two horse-drawn carriages. On these carriages, there were also beautiful men and women sitting on them, each with its own style, as if it contained the beauty of an era.

But they are not as good as the people in the first carriage, even if they can't see clearly, the beauty is like a sharp sword piercing the heart.

"Chunyulou's top card." The players on the road swallowed their saliva.

The name is very "red light district", and even Ren Yifei, who didn't know anything at all, immediately judged the origin of these people - businessmen, but only flesh and blood business.

The convoy passed by, taking away a heart of spring, leaving behind some rotten aroma.

The red card was dyed with fragrance, and on it was written the news of the opening of the Chunyu Building branch at a certain time in a certain month in a certain month in a golden pen, and there was a lip print on the back.

"This is the card given by the first card, and it's her lip print." The man beside him sucked in his saliva and wanted to grab it.

Ren Yifei threw the card into the trash can, then pressed his hat and walked towards the opposite side.

"Dianjin later?" The name of this studio is very arrogant, but the place is very low-key and remote, and it is only after entering a small alley that I find a small shop. Next to this shop is a clothing store for custom-made private clothes and a snack shop.

The creamy milky aroma and the aroma of bitter coffee are mixed together, making people's index fingers move.

Ren Yifei originally went to the studio, but temporarily turned a corner and went to the dim sum shop first.

On the polished glass counter, golden walnut crisps form a tower, lovely buns are placed on fine china plates, and long buns are placed in a bamboo basket on white paper with lace.

The aromas of several kinds of food are mixed together, but it is not confusing at all, just sweet.

He remembered the player he met in the last game, it was the most appetizing incense he had ever smelled.

I don't know what perfume they are using.

"Walnut crisps, two taels. Donuts, chocolate-flavored, two. Portuguese egg tarts, original two. Taro-flavored Dafu..."

The shop owner was stunned for a moment: "The price is written on the front." The raw materials in the mall are expensive, and he is not cheap. Once the goods are out, there will be no refund.

Ren Yifei nodded: "All I said, pack it all."

Guiding the elf to wait quietly, it found that its host only had obvious mood swings when it came to eating, and other times it was more "acting".

It wasn't quite sure at first, but judging from the 'player's mood graph', his host had almost no mood swings, so real expressions on his face, mood swings—about zero.

Never seen anything like this, it seems that acting has also become his way of life.

Ren Yifei didn't know the entanglement of the system. He used a rather large box to pack these five or six kinds of snacks.

The boss has a very good attitude. This order is about 20 white coins, and the profit is 4 white shells. The boss also earns that much in half a day.

The life of a craftsman is like this. It depends on the craftsmanship and luck. His small shop is not well-known, and his monthly income is only two or three hundred, which is far less than the game income.

But compared to games with a very high mortality rate, he would rather rely on these two or three hundred white coins per month to make ends meet.

Carrying the big box, Ren Yifei entered the studio of 'Dianjin Late Stage' and took off his hat.

"Hello, are you looking for..." The girl at the front desk opened her eyes wide, staring at the dazzlingly beautiful face of the guest under the light.

"Please, what's your last name? What's your name?" She blushed, pulled over the chair she was sitting on, and patted the dust on it, "Sit down, what would you like to drink? Coffee or tea?"

"Tea, thank you." Ren Yifei sat down and smiled at her.

The face of the girl at the front desk turned into a little tomato, and she walked with floating: "Okay...Okay~"

The tea came in a while, the bone china cup with gold rim, the reddish-brown tea soup wafting the aroma of black tea.

"The black tea you just bought, do you like it or not."

Ren Yifei picked up the teacup on the tray, took a sip and put it on his lips, then smiled sincerely: "It's very fragrant, is it your craft?"

The girl at the front desk was laughed at by him, only to think that the room was bright: "You're welcome."

"What's the matter with you, Xiao Cao? My tea."

The door opened, and a mature woman with messy hair walked out. She looked up and saw the attentive, dog-legged girl at the front desk, and the man who was sitting on a chair drinking tea like an uncle who couldn't see her face, and frowned.

"I heard that there is video post-production here?" Ren Yifei put down the teacup and looked at the mature woman who was obviously more like the person in charge.

The other party raised his eyebrows, and the color of surprise flashed past.

She looked back at the little girl at the front desk: "When will you be nice to your boss?"

The little girl at the front desk smirked and held tea for her: "Boss, drink it."

"Looking back at you to settle the account," she turned to Ren Yifei, "My name is Ajin, the person in charge of this studio, can I chat inside?"

"good."

The author has something to say: Beauty!

saman: draw sword.jpg.

beauty!

Ah Fei: Smile jpg.