The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Sure enough, it didn't take ten minutes, and the speed was so fast that they found the fish market within seven minutes. The seafood in the bucket was still alive and kicking, squeezing around in the white foam.

On the contrary, Ren Yifei, who came in a small cart, had a pale face and his stomach rolled.

The fish market is small.

The combination of faded summer sunshades and pergola becomes a 'fish market'.

There were a lot of people inside, and the fish sellers and the fish buyers were all crowded together. The pergola was blown by the wind, and people walked around, looking messy.

Ren Yifei followed the middle-aged man in, and a young capable woman wearing a chef's hat passed him, carrying a strong seafood smell and the smell of various spices.

Her temperament didn't match this kind of roadside fish market at all. He took one more look and wrote it down silently.

"Let's go! The big typhoon is coming, you all go quickly. Get out of here, get out of here, you'll die—" Then a mad man ran past, dropping a shoe halfway through the run.

He was wearing a dirty white lab coat, bare feet, and his expression was so terrified that he could not see any trace of the performance.

"He's here again." The people around were accustomed to it and didn't take it seriously.

"This copy always gives people a strange sense of disobedience." Ren Yifei thought to himself, and continued to walk to the fish market. Suddenly he heard the sound of a violin.

When I turned around, I found someone playing the violin beside me, and there was a hat with a few coins scattered in it. The violinist closed his eyes, mesmerized.

"..." Playing the violin in the fish market, what did this guy think?

"Huh—" There was another strong wind, "Crack!" A leaflet was wrapped in the wind and hit on Ren Yifei's face, stunned him.

Reaching out and picking up the flyer on his face, he looked up and saw flyers flying all over the sky. Such as white butterflies flying in the wind, and even a bit like flying paper money.

I don't know where they came from, they were blown all over the place by the strong wind.

Passers-by scolded them, tore them off, and threw them away.

"Who is it? No morality at all? Littering?" The cleaning aunt ran after the leaflets all over the floor.

The wind suddenly stopped again, and he opened the leaflet.

This is a flyer for a certain manor. It says that there are lodging, eating, playing, grass skating and other items in it, and the price is low. On the back is a map of the manor, including the entire island and a map of the interior of the manor.

Ren Yifei folded it up and put it in his pocket.

The fish market is just around the corner.

Just as he walked in, a rotting seafood smell wafted out, and a row of dead fish eyes stared at him on the stall at the door.

"You wait here." The middle-aged man immediately found a familiar buyer, pointed to the seafood in the bucket and bargained with others, Ren Yifei found a small stool and sat, holding his arms and staring at a place in a daze.

He wasn't really in a daze, he was just observing.

But after a few minutes of observation, his eyes really began to straighten.

He divides players, mainly based on the sense of 'playing', which can be appearance, words and deeds, and behavior, but the NPCs in this world...

Not to mention a middle-aged man who doesn't look like a fisherman but keeps his mouth shut and fishes everyday, and he is also an islander who wears a high-priced watch and can't make up the tuition fee, just say that there is basically no 'normal' in this market. of.

Driving a battery car with the signboard of a private food shop of "Xu-Xian", it should be a buyer who is a part-time boss or a small boss, but there is a lot of oil stains between his fingers.

Even if he didn't look closely, he recognized at a glance that it was a pair of hands that had been in contact with oil for a long time.

Such a hand must not appear in the catering industry, even if it is only serving dishes. As soon as customers see these hands, they will instinctively believe that the hygiene of the store is not up to standard.

There is also the middle-aged woman with a basket, a floral pajama dress and plastic slippers, a typical housewife of an ordinary family.

However, she has short, fashionable granny gray hair, which is very distinctive, and she has to spend money on it every month.

Another point, she buys things too simply, without asking the price.

At first glance, the screen is full of actors. It is normal for Ren Yifei to want to hypnotize himself, and he feels that it insults the eyesight he has developed over the years.

It is no longer a problem of players or NPCs. Is there a bug in this world?

"Pap!" An old lady fell down in front of Ren Yifei.

Cement floor, with anti-skid lines, no water, the old lady is half a meter away from him, no contact: Oh, it touches porcelain.

"Oops, I tripped over someone." The old lady patted her legs and howled.

Ren Yifei did not respond.

"Do you have a sense of public morality? Push an old lady like me!" The old lady looked at Ren Yifei.

"..." The old lady's personality was very consistent with her actions, and there was no sense of disobedience, he thought.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man who noticed the movement here threw down the bucket and came over, his sweat shirt was wet with sweat in the summer, and his fat belly was shaking. "What are you doing here?"

Hiss, I didn't expect the parents to be there. The old lady's eyes rolled, looking like she was dying.

With a bang, one of the pergola on one side was knocked down by the wind, and everyone was startled. Fortunately, the people below were fine.

The wind is getting stronger.

"Don't pay attention to her, I've seen this kind of insatiable guy a lot."

The aura of the middle-aged man suddenly became fierce, not like a fisherman. But he didn't realize it himself, but dragged Ren Yifei to the other side.

"It's better to close the stall early. I see today's weather, it's going to rain heavily in a while." The fishmonger unskilledly cleans up the sea fish, while expressing the emotion of an old fisherman.

The middle-aged man had only disposed of half of the seafood in his bucket. He found a new buyer, and Ren Yifei was still standing there in a daze.

He saw the old lady from before, she was touching porcelain again. It was a pair of young people, the girl had a student head, and the man next to him looked like a social animal who had already entered the society, dressed in formal clothes, out of tune with the fish market.

It was too far away, the wind was noisy, and he couldn't hear what was being said over there. Ren Yifei narrowed his eyes to identify the mouth shape of the two.

"...wasting time, find someone first..."

"rabbit……"

The student head player, and the social animal player, Ren Yifei tagged them.

Soon, the remaining half a barrel of seafood was also processed. The middle-aged man greeted Ren Yifei to go back together.

On a typhoon day, everyone hurried to sell, hurried to buy, and hurried.

He sat on the body of the tricycle again, with a half-empty bucket next to it. There was a small stone crab, a few conch snails, and a fish of unknown species. They are all worthless and unsellable.

Out of the fish market is a flat concrete road, with the coastline on the left and the houses and mountains on the right. The sea breeze blew against his face, and he saw the beaches and houses receding on both sides. Pedestrians on the side of the road, like small trees, passed by quickly, unable to see what they looked like.

The cool-toned sky and the distant sea are blended into one tone, all gray.

It would be nice if it wasn't a copy, it's a place to relax.

Pity.

"Take these back to eat." The middle-aged man in front said with a smile, "Are you tired of going out to catch the sea with your uncle today? Well, the plastic bag next to the bucket is the money you got."

He looked at it. A bucket of seafood sold for more than 700 yuan, and one person was divided into 350 yuan, and it was all odds and ends.

At this point, the middle-aged man also said: "If there is such a harvest every day, the tuition fee can be collected in ten days."

He was really confused about the original owner's economic situation.

"Isn't there a student loan?" They were admitted to university but had no money. Didn't the village provide students with this kind of information help right away? Even the school will provide work-study opportunities, just to keep students from dropping out of school due to financial difficulties.

Or is the world's governments not doing enough in this regard?

"Student loan?" Xiao San Lun braked suddenly, and Ren Yifei almost rolled out under the influence of inertia.

The middle-aged man's expression changed from bewilderment to stunned: "Student loans...Why didn't I think of student loans?" He held his head, his face full of disbelief.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?" Ren Yifei had a worried expression on his face, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, look at me, I forgot about such an important thing as student loans." The middle-aged man put down his hands and stepped on his feet again, as if he had already adjusted.

Really forgot?

Not necessarily.

"Uncle, you said that you've caught more than a catty of lobsters before," Ren Yifei asked, "How much is that lobster?"

The man got stuck, and stood there: "One kilogram... how much is one kilogram?"

If it is a past event worth mentioning as a proof of ability, how can it not remember the exact weight of the lobster? A pound of one tael, or a pound of nine taels, it seems that the difference is only eight taels, but the quality and price will be completely different.

If it is really a fisherman who cares about a few cents, how could he not remember these things?

"Uncle," he asked again, "how much do you pay per pound when you sell lobster? It must be a lot, right?"

The voice was calm and low, but it sounded like a thunderbolt. The man's face was full of astonishment. He recalled it carefully and carefully, but there was a blankness on his face: "I... I sold a total of two hundred and sixty-five yuan, how much did it cost? A pound..."

How many pounds of lobster is it? How much is a pound?

These two questions pressed the man so hard that his expression became dazed.

"Why did I forget?" The middle-aged man looked at him, his eyes slightly widened. I don't know how to describe this expression, it feels like he has been strongly impacted.

"Are you OK."

"No……"

After that, he was speechless all the way, and he threw Ren Yifei to an old single-story small yard by the sea and was about to leave.

"Uncle, thank you."

"No, you're welcome, I promise your parents will take care of you." He left, and the tricycle disappeared in front of him.

Looking at his speed, you can taste the taste of running away.

"..." Ren Yifei, who was left on the spot, bent his mouth, and in the bucket he was carrying, Xiaoyu flicked his tail and spit out a bunch of bubbles.

NPCs that do not conform to the character's design, NPCs with conflicting settings and memories, are they like the stage set up by those random adaptations of inferior dramas and actors with no acting skills?

It's not someone's fault, and it's not because of the player intervening.

this world……

like fake.

Finding a brass key in his trouser pocket, Ren Yifei looked at the small yard.

There are only three small bungalows, firewood is piled under the eaves of the right one, the small wooden door is open, and it seems that there are sundries inside. The one on the left with the door closed, with a chimney on top, is the kitchen.

They are all very dilapidated houses, built at least twenty or thirty years, the windows and doors are pure wood. And the wood used is not good, there are many signs of corrosion on it.

The largest is the one in the middle, which is a bit newer than the two on both sides. The walls are also repainted white, and the glass windows are installed, and the gray-blue curtains can be seen inside.

But the door was still made of wood, with a bare spherical bulb on it, faded Spring Festival couplets on both sides, and a door **** on the door.

His eyes slowly swept across the unrecognizable environment, and he turned to the middle room.

"Meow—" The little black cat who came from nowhere jumped into the yard and shouted at him sternly. Ren Yifei found it interesting, and took out a small fish from the bucket and threw it.

"Mimi, eat fish."

"Meow, ow." Xiaoyu flicked his tail twice, and the little black cat's entire fur exploded. It took two steps back, shouted at him again, and ran away.

"Don't eat raw? It doesn't look like a wild cat." Ren Yifei looked at the fish that was still flicking its tail on the ground, picked it up, threw it back into the bucket, and continued to walk towards the gate.

The house looked short, but in the past it was really short, and the door was half a head taller than him.

The key was inserted, turned, the door opened, and he entered the house.

'Clap', the door closed.

Da-da, da-da, wet footprints appeared where they stood before, walking on the concrete floor in a string, approaching the house until the door.

The wet footprints on the concrete disappeared quickly, but the footprints at the door remained for a long time.

The author has something to say: Fei: Mimi, come, eat fish.

fish:?

Fish lovers express strong condemnation.