The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

As the vermilion door slowly opened, a beautiful figure appeared in front of him.

"I've been waiting here for Senior Brother for a long time."

It was the language of flowers, she wore the green hairpin on her head, smiling and tears in her eyes.

She waited here all night because she firmly believed that her brother would return safely.

Flower language can't kill him, no one can.

But she also shed tears for Huali. If they were not separated when they were young, she could have taken care of her, and Huali would not have become what it is now. Now she is also responsible for all this.

Ren Yifei walked in from the gate. He thought a lot. If anyone in the NPC could be his helper, Hua Yu must be one of them.

Whether Qinghong or Huali, he has no ability to suppress, but these two are the obstacles in his direction. Qinghong might still be able to use his acting skills to delay, but Huali hated him, so Ren Yifei thought of taking advantage of it.

Undoubtedly, the language of flowers, which has a complicated relationship with the hedgerow, is the best candidate.

"You know why I'm here." Ren Yifei said, he used declarative sentences, and his eyes seemed to read people's hearts.

Because of the 'Senior Brother' filter, Huayu felt that everything was in the brother's heart, and there was nothing to hide, so he nodded: "I know, because of Qinghong, and because of Huali."

"Bring Hua Li, I have something to ask him." Having said that, Ren Yifei paused and said lightly, "Be quiet, after all, it's your sister."

But Hua Yu slowly bent down: "She is dead."

"died?"

"Hua Li has a sudden illness and cannot be treated in time." Hua Yu wiped away her tears, "Let's not mention her, all the brothers want to know are here."

Saying that, she walked straight towards the main hall.

The door of the main house opened as soon as it was pushed, and there was no one inside: "This is Qinghong's house, I can't enter, but senior brother can."

Ren Yifei walked in.

Qinghong's house is very clean, except for the necessary items, there are few items with personal preferences. If it wasn't for his clothes in the closet, Ren Yifei wouldn't be sure that this was his house.

"Dang bang."

Ren Yifei heard the sound of something falling: there were other people in the room.

He ran in immediately, only to find that there was an inconspicuous door beside the bed with a small room inside.

"..." When he saw the furnishings inside, he froze there.

Almost the whole room is full of portraits of He Jun, each with the signature, the time of the painting, and the person who painted it.

From the oldest to the most recent, each one is covered with the seal of 'Qinghong'.

Ren Yifei looked at an open box on the ground, black lacquer inlaid with snails, the lid fell to one side, and there was a red feather on the ground. The voice he just heard came from here.

The box is empty, perhaps the item has been taken one step ahead of time.

"Senior brother?" The voice of Huayu came from outside.

Ren Yifei stretched out his hand and stuffed the red feather into his sleeve and came out of Qinghong's room.

"Brother, have you ever seen a picture?" Hua Yu asked as soon as she saw him.

"It was taken first. What's on the picture?"

"Was taken away? God's will?" Hua Yu shook her head, "It was something that Hua Li brought to Qinghong when he came."

"I don't mention the picture beforehand. Do you know where the missing demon went?" Ren Yifei asked Huayu, since Huali was dead and Qinghong was not around, he could only ask her.

If he doesn't know the language of flowers, he can only take the risk to test Qinghong.

The death toll of the players was only over 40, but half of the players could not be seen along the way, and even most of the demons were missing. It can be seen that most of these missing persons are still alive, but they are confined to a certain area.

Restricted, but not killed. Either it is incapable of killing, or it is impossible to kill immediately for some reason.

For example, it is a 'ghost' who wants to kill them.

Hua Yu took a deep breath and looked at Ren Yifei: "I don't know much, and I have a contract with Qinghong, so I can't take the initiative to disclose this in any form. Senior brother ask, I can answer, I will never hide it. "

This is embarrassing. Ren Yifei originally wanted to make a cliché, but he had no idea that there would be such a 'contract' restriction. Also, if people shake everything out, this copy is too simple.

"How are you and Qinghong all these years?" After a long silence, Ren Yifei asked the first question.

As soon as the question came out, Hua Yu's eyes turned red, and she shook her head: "Thank you, brother, I'm fine. I and him have their own place."

"Isn't the child from Huali?" He asked the second question.

Hua Yu was stunned, she reached out and brushed her forehead for the first time, as if to block her face, and at the same time, her eyelids drooped and she closed her eyes, avoiding Ren Yifei's sight.

Shame, this expression represents Hua Yu's mood at the moment.

The purpose of the spring feast is to gather together and celebrate the birth of a child. Therefore, the origin of the child is also a very important point. In addition, Qinghong has emphasized the birth of the child several times, so there must be some in-depth points.

He stared at the flower language: "is the child yours?"

Hua Yu shook her head subconsciously, but said in her mouth, "I'm sorry, brother, I can't talk about this."

Ren Yifei has already made a judgment: the language of flowers is not.

This was within his expectations.

But why should she be ashamed?

Seeing her expression, she couldn't ask any more questions. Ren Yifei kept the matter of the child down, and asked again tentatively, "Other demons went to... the tower of Lotus Pond?"

Hua Yu smiled bitterly: "Qinghong is guarding me, I have never participated in many key points, I'm afraid I can't help senior brother."

In this regard, Ren Yifei was naturally disappointed.

According to the current clues, there must be something wrong with the lotus pond. How can he explore under Qinghong's eyelids?

Ghost card 1, item 2, limited edition fantasy drama, this is the card in Ren Yifei's hand now.

He can't compare with those old players who have many skills and props, and he can't even compare with the former dessert players - at least he doesn't have the confidence to explore the cloud pavilion at night.

Then his biggest advantage is actually the identity of 'He Jun'.

Ren Yifei remembered his first game, and his identity as 'A Fei' helped him gain the support of NPCs.

The first game can, why can't this game?

How can the big demon who was invited to the banquet be willing to be played by Qinghong? They are the most likely help for Ren Yifei.

The top priority is to wake up those NPCs who were comatose but still alive.

He suspects that these big demons have fallen into hallucinations like he was before. Ren Yifei is an expert in illusions, but he still fell for the trick, so how could these demons escape that colorless and tasteless hallucinogen?

He thought of Qinghong, who set up this game, and wondered if he could get some clues about this psychedelic drug from him.

"Do you know where Qinghong is?"

Hua Yu shook her head, she couldn't control Qinghong.

Ren Yifei thought for a moment: "I'm here to find you, let's hide it from Qinghong first."

"nature."

"Wait, Senior Brother." Hua Yu stopped him, "This may help you."

What she handed over was a purse, Ren Yifei didn't know what it was, but seeing that she was serious, he took it carefully.

"Senior brother, please take care of yourself."

"Ok."

Before she finished speaking, Hua Yu saw her senior brother's figure grow and shrink, turning from a living monster into a paper crane.

She stared blankly at the direction Zhi He was leaving, and didn't realize that it was an illusion before: "Senior brother's illusion technique has improved again, maybe, he can end all this..."

In the underground world at this time, Saman finally caught up with the progress of the other players - they were stuck on a huge platform together.

Qinglin stood with him and asked in a low voice, "It seems that they are all trapped here, what should we do?"

"Wait." Saman said a word.

With so many people smashed into the sand here, it can be seen that this place is by no means calm on the surface. Saman will naturally not rashly act and become a lesson for others.

Qinglin also thought so, and they ran all the way, and I don't know how many monsters they met, and they were covered with layers of dried monster blood, which was especially uncomfortable.

The two of them needed a good rest at this time, and then had something to eat to replenish their physical strength.

So they no longer looked around, but walked to a side and sat down, and found some dry food from their sleeves to eat. Other players looked over and stared at the dry food in their hands.

The aroma of the food spreads out in the dark and cold space. The aroma of wheat can soothe people's souls. Even people who don't feel hungry can't help but look at it.

"They also brought food?" the players whispered, with a little longing in their eyes.

Qinglin was stared at uneasy, turned his back and took a big mouthful.

Saman does not avoid people, but looking at the layers of monster blood on his body, and then looking at the giant sword that has also experienced the vicissitudes of life, the player's careful thoughts shrink back.

Now is the darkest moment before dawn, and we can't lose here just because of a piece of cake.

No matter how fragrant it is.

"It's the third day, if we're all stuck here for the next four days..." A player looked bitter.

Players won't die from starvation, but whether you should be hungry or hungry, that taste... tsk tsk. It is said that a player gnawed his arm into a bone after being hungry for seven days in a certain instance.

Some players who only wanted to get to the end discovered this dilemma. Apart from the possible danger, do they actually have to face the crisis of water and food shortages?

"Did you also bring food?" A player with tattered clothes and a thigh exposed came closer, "Dude, it's amazing."

"Did you come unprepared?" Saman asked.

"Hey, don't mention it, I didn't think I would end up here."

This is the truth, you can tell by looking at the nakedness of the other party, this is really unprepared.

"The first day?" A gentle smile hung on Saman's face, "There is nothing in the original owner's pocket?"

"These monsters are all animal spirits, born experts in wild survival, who don't worry about eating and drinking, who would prepare things? My two pockets are empty, let alone food, and I don't even have a change of clothes. "The player touched his exposed thigh and shivered.

The other players are very concerned, they are all in the same situation.

"You said that these monsters are also, we don't ask for everything, but when you go to other people's houses, you have to prepare two clothes to change clothes, right? But there are none."

"Crack." Saman opened a piece of cake, sandwiched with pickles, and the sour taste that stimulated the secretion of saliva permeated.

"Your cake looks quite big, isn't it delicious?"

The player who spoke up was still looking at the dry food, drooling.

Seeing this, Saman reached out and took out another big round cake with a slap and a bulging water bag, and put it on the ground together.

"I think everyone is just resting here. Is it because of something special?" Saman patted the water bag and said with a smile, "I'm so hungry for a cake kneaded by a dead face."

The player looked at the food on the ground and licked his dry and peeling lips. He looked at Saman, hesitated for a moment, sat down, and picked up the round cake in one hand: "Anyway, you will know sooner or later, and I will tell you the same now."

He took two bites of the round cake, drank half of the water, and wiped his mouth:

"Don't look at the monsters flying above and ignoring us now, as long as we move a little and want to go up, no matter what way, that thing is covered with a piece of shit, no matter how awesome the person is in an instant. turned into a pile of bones."

"There is always a way, otherwise why are everyone waiting?" Saman asked again.

"How about..." The player ate more than half of the round cake again, and even licked off the scraps from his fingertips, "It can only be at a certain point in time."

"How do you say it?" Saman smiled and handed out a fresh fruit, which was a loquat that came along at the banquet. Huang Chengcheng was very attractive.

The player was really attracted, and said casually: "In the two hours after dusk, most of these bed bugs will enter sleep time, although there are still, at least not like a large area at other times."

"Didn't you try it yesterday?"

"Hey, don't talk about it." The player took a loquat, "You don't know, when it entered the evening, it was like dripping water into ice, definitely as exaggerated as minus 40 degrees. Several players froze to death. Later we cut it off. He barely survived with some walls to keep him warm."

Saman thought for a moment: "No one tried?"

"No, a dozen people went up last night, and none of them touched the top. There were still too many monsters, and it was cold. But so many people came today, maybe we can try again tonight."

Saman nodded while listening.

"By the way, do you know what it's like outside?" He took out another loquat.

For the sake of loquats, the player decided to buy one get one free: "It's overwhelming and full of bugs. Let's not talk about it, let's not even get close to those entrances and exits. Even if we have skills, there is a time limit, right?"

Following the player's line of sight, Saman saw the light-transmitting holes in the wall, and he touched his chin thoughtfully.