The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Ren Yifei pursed his lips, he already had a basic judgment in his heart, but it just needed to be verified.

Just as he was about to get up, he saw a pair of black cloth slippers in the gap under the door.

Chunzhi's mother-in-law's shoes?

Ren Yifei, who was fighting five scumbags, came back holding his waist.

He sat down on the stool, ready to wait for dawn. At dawn, he can always go out for a walk, right? Could there be any useful clues?

Ren Yifei was full of anticipation. After seeing two nights in a row, he wanted to see day.

"Oh oh oh-"

Accompanied by the clear sound of roosters, Ren Yifei rolled his eyes: Dawn...?

The lovable eyes were half-curved and solidified on his face.

The entire mourning hall was twisted for a moment, as if the TV screen was stuck. When he returned to normal, Ah Liang in front of him was refreshed, smiled and said to him, "A Fei is coming to watch the night again?"

Ren Yifei:  …

again?

what again?

You look at my panda eyes and say it again?

Ren Yifei's whole face was about to be distorted with the mourning hall.

Ah Liang didn't notice Ren Yifei's unnaturalness, he said to himself, "I'm much more comfortable now after a good night's sleep."

Koko, God is sleeping like hell.

I used to expect the dawn to be too excited, but now I am disappointed, and the pain of staying up late returns to my body again.

He didn't stay up all night, he stayed up for three nights!

Ren Yifei only felt that a hammer was knocking a nail into his brain, but he still twitched and smiled: "I don't know how I spent tonight, and I didn't rest well during the day."

"Didn't you rest well during the day?" A Liang sat down beside Ren Yifei, "I said why are your eyes still red?"

Ren Yifei rubbed his face, looking bleak as he had been ravaged.

A Liang thought for a while: "You can move two later. No, you can move three long benches to build a small bed. Noisy is better than no sleep at all."

Xiaomei passed by with the water in her hand, she couldn't help but turn her head and glance at the two NPCs with red rabbit-like eyes.

She didn't close her eyes all night.

Xiaomei also tried to be lazy for a while, but as long as she closed her eyes for more than a minute, an NPC shouted: Xiaomei! Xiaomei! Xiaomei!

Soul reminder ah reminder? !

But TM can be a person!

The fear was replaced by the pain of insomnia. At a certain moment, Xiaomei wanted to set the mourning hall on fire, come on, die together!

"Xiaomei—" the middle-aged woman called her.

Xiaomei's face turned even darker, she gritted her teeth and replied, "Come on."

Today is still the night of the wake, and everyone drank a bowl of porridge with a lot of water as usual.

The players finally couldn't bear it anymore, and they poured in half a bowl of bean water with the NPC's bad eyes. I’m still drinking this half bowl and I’m still uneasy, and NPCs are looking for something when they’re okay.

Ren Yifei was eating bean cake and bean porridge, and was very sympathetic: if they continued to eat and sleep like this, they might not be able to survive the "ghost".

The player is really pitiful, but fortunately he is an NPC.

"I'll go to the toilet first." While playing cards, a young man couldn't hold back and hurriedly stood up.

When Ren Yifei saw that it was Ajie, among so many people, it was reckless to count him talking too much. He rolled his eyes and stood up, yawning to join in the fun: "I don't even think if you don't tell me, I suddenly want to go to the toilet."

"Oh, brother Fei, aren't you afraid of the dark?" Applejack winked at him.

"Fuck you, who's afraid?"

A Liang, who was playing cards, raised his head: "If you want to go, what nonsense?"

The two fought all the way to the backyard.

I opened the bamboo shed door of the thatched hut, and there was a toilet inside, and when I got close, I smelled the smell of urine.

The young man called Ajie poured water in it, pattering. Ren Yifei was outside, as if he had nothing to say: "I really didn't expect it."

"what?"

"Ajie, when those uncles mentioned Granny Chunzhi yesterday, their expressions were wrong. Hey, do you know what's going on? My mother won't let me inquire."

Ren Yifei said in an indignant tone: "How old do you think I am? Can't let me know about anything? I don't think other people don't know."

"Cough cough," Ajie's breathing became smaller inside, "Since Auntie won't let you know, don't make inquiries."

"Heh," Ren Yifei's voice carried a hint of sarcasm, "so you don't know either."

"Crack!" Ajie pushed open the door, tying his trousers belt, and shouted anxiously, "Who said I didn't know?"

"Then tell me." Ren Yifei excited him.

"I know a little bit, don't say it was me." Applejack looked around, "Come here."

The two pulled to one side of the bush, and the shadow of the tree fell on their dark clothes.

When he got here, Ajie hesitated again. He shrank his neck and moved towards Ren Yifei. He looked around, maybe a little bit of trouble could startle him.

"Tell me, who are you, brother Fei, are you still worried?"

Hearing this, Rao was frightened, Ajie couldn't help but rolled his eyes: I'm really worried.

"I heard," Applejack lowered her voice, "Grandma Chunzhi was hanged."

Hanged?

Sure enough, as he had guessed before. But what about more details?

"Okay, why..." Ren Yifei said halfway through, looking at Ajie, leading him to tell more information.

"I heard it too, I heard it."

Ajie coughed and continued to lower her voice: "That night, a burglar broke into the house. Someone saw a dark figure jumping out of the wall, and the mother-in-law Haruzhi was scolding badly. No one thought that she would be scolded in the middle of the next night. Gone."

Ren Yifei raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Did anyone see Granny Chunzhi on the day she died after the thief was invaded?"

Applejack thought for a moment: "I don't know about that, and Grandma Chunzhi didn't like to go out. Do you want to listen to me?"

"You continue." Ren Yifei said that he was all ears.

"After Grandma Chunzhi died, she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, and kept her head up. They said that she had a grudge in her heart. I was afraid that something good was stolen, and the family complained. ." Ajie said while rubbing his shoulders, "That's what happened anyway, I don't know anything else."

Head up?

How can it be head up?

Whether hanged or strangled, it will not form a posture of looking up. Unless the deceased keeps his head up after death, it is difficult to straighten the body after it forms a corpse.

Ren Yifei looked at the backyard with moonshine, his eyes passed through the material world and reached a place that others could not see.

His 'world' turned rapidly.

The surrounding old houses, bushes, and courtyard walls were removed one by one, and he "appeared" in Grandma Chunzhi's room again, with a white Lian hanging from the high beams.

An old lady hangs on it, with her mouth open and her tongue stuck out, her head raised slightly, her eyes are blood red, and there is a glass lens in the middle, which is hollow.

He was standing beside the corpse, looking at her.

This is the thinking space he has built in his brain, and it belongs to his world.

Ren Yifei likes to figure out characters in his own world and conduct simulation drills.

In this world, he is the creator and controller of everything.

It takes at least two days for the stench to develop, but the corpse begins to stink on the first day of the wake.

Ren Yifei stretched out his hand and dialed the word "Death Time" one day forward, that is, the day after the Snitch came.

There was at least twelve hours difference between the real time of death and the time of fake death. It was impossible for the family of the deceased not to know, but they concealed it and pretended to be hanged.

Grandma Chunzhi must not have been hanged. After she died, she became a corpse with her head raised up, and she was disguised as hanging.

It takes four hours for the corpse to start to form, it takes seven or eight hours to fully form, and it takes 23 hours for the corpse to begin to ease. Because it is summer, and it is an elderly person, the muscle strength is insufficient, so the time will be advanced.

Therefore, the time of camouflage hanging is more than eight hours and less than twenty-three hours from the real time of death. And, during this process, the deceased kept his head up until the corpse was stiff.

Under what circumstances would the deceased keep their head up until a corpse is formed?

"Recliner."

An old man's reclining chair appeared in the corner, the one in the room of Chunzhi's mother-in-law.

Ren Yifei walked over, he sat down slowly, leaned back, and lay on it.

On the back of the chaise longue there was something raised like a pillow, and it touched his back.

Ah Fei is an offspring of about 1.7 meters, but Grandma Chunzhi is not that tall. This bulge may just support her neck, and with the back-bending chair, her head can be slightly raised.

After she died, she kept this movement for more than four hours before forming this corpse.

What was her family doing at that time?

It is impossible for a family of several people to find her death. Why did they not take the body of the deceased immediately, but chose to ignore it, and finally even concealed and disguised it?

Grandma Chunzhi, how did she die?

There was no blood in Grandma Chunzhi's room. When Grandma Chunzhi's body was found, there should be no obvious abnormality.

From the perspective of thinking inertia, it is most likely to be strangled with the pretense of hanging.

He lay motionless on the recliner.

A twine stretched out from the darkness, wrapped around his neck and tightened.

Ren Yifei struggled desperately, and another black shadow came out, trying to hold his struggling hands and feet. Death scares him, and he struggles instinctively.

The old lady's strength is limited, and all she can use is her hands and feet, so he kicks and scratches with his fingers. His fingernails left scratches on the armrest, and even scratched the shadow a few times.

That dark shadow...

The back of the middle-aged woman's hand appeared in front of him, with obvious scratches on it. It's just crusted, and it looks like it's been scratched in the past two days.

The shadow raised his head and suddenly had a face. It was the face of the middle-aged woman in the mourning hall. Her face turned against the light, less honest and honest, more hideous and terrifying.

Then the guy holding him behind his back...

Ren Yifei raised his head, and his eyes saw an equally honest but hideous face.

The owner of this face is kneeling in front of the coffin at the moment, crying over and over the pain of 'the child wants to be raised, but the family cannot wait'. In his tears, how much is guilt, and how much is remorse?

Ren Yifei waved his hand, and the ropes, shadows, and reclining chairs all dispersed.

The author has something to say:

A Fei: The murderer is you!

Motivation? What about the murder weapon? What about the chain of evidence?

A Fei: ...I'll look for it again.