The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

It seems that the dessert player is going to follow him.

"Okay, but you can accompany me to a place first." Ren Yifei never acted impatiently. If he wants to, just follow, at least he has dealt with dessert players twice, and he has a little understanding of this person and is prepared.

If something goes wrong, he can even start quickly.

The place Ren Yifei was going was a paddling pool in the manor, just below the grass skating field, away from the previous mushroom house and wooden house.

If there is still water left over from the first night's heavy rain, it can only be there.

"I was going to come and test an idea. I know you people are weird, but at this time, maybe weird things are more useful."

Ren Yifei hugged his wooden barrel and cat, and said that his steps were brisk as he walked. It was not like going out to meet a ghost in a ghost movie, but rather like taking an adventure.

With a little light from the sky, the two walked along the gravel road to the abandoned pool. Ren Yifei had been here during the day, and Saman had seen the map sign at the entrance of the manor. They all knew where the paddling pool was.

This large area of ​​turf on the road is artificially laid, and it is very flat. They successfully reached the paddling pool below the grass skiing field.

This pool has been abandoned, and there is one meter deep sewage stored in it, half of which was brought by the rainstorm the day before yesterday.

"Are you there?" Ren Yifei walked over. He first put down the wooden barrel, then took out half a candle and lit it. Then he half squatted on the edge of the pool, grabbing the side railing with one hand and holding a wooden barrel in the other. The stick slaps the water.

Saman was very curious about what he was going to do, so he didn't say anything to stop him, just watched quietly.

"Gu Xingye, come out. It wasn't raining that day, so you stayed in a puddle on the shore, right? Did you scare me with half a fish? Come out."

Bubbles bubbled in the pool, but couldn't see anything below.

Is he... taking the initiative to run to call the bones?

Saman couldn't help but want to laugh.

The pool was bubbling, but there was no bone shelf. Ren Yifei thought about it for a while, he took the cat out of the wooden bucket, and shook it on the water with both hands: "Your cat is in my hands, if you don't come out, I will do it! "

The cat froze for a moment, staring at the water below: "...Meow? Meow!!!"

Twolegs are you crazy? !

Gurgling, the air bubbles in the pool suddenly increased, a black frame of bones appeared, and the dark eyes looked at Ren Yifei.

"Gu Xingye?" He took the cat back into his arms and comforted it with a hand along his back. The cat was so relieved that it swayed its tail: "Meow."

Bone shelf watched this man wearing his own clothes, licking his own cat, and threatening himself, and the sea water fell from his eyes.

However, the cat is in the hands of others, and it has no choice but to hold on to the wall of the pool angrily to vent its anger: Zira, Zira, I hate it.

"..." Saman said nothing.

He couldn't see the bones, but it didn't prevent him from guessing that 'Gu Xingye' threatened the real 'Gu Xingye' with 'Gu Xingye' cat.

Most importantly, he... succeeded.

"What happened? You are Gu Xingye, then who am I?" Ren Yifei lowered his head and asked the bones in the water, but it just looked back at him quietly.

"You keep jumping on me, grabbing my hands and feet, are you trying to take me somewhere?"

This time the Bone Rack responded, and it nodded.

Yeah! Ren Yifei shouted in his heart, as long as he can communicate.

"Where do you want to take me? If you can't speak, tell me another way."

Bone Rack stretched out a hand, pointed to the top of the mountain, then glanced at him again, and slowly sank into the water.

"The top of the mountain? Wait, don't go yet."

The bone rack was completely submerged in the water, no matter how Ren Yifei shouted, it was useless. Saman approached the pool and looked down on the handrail of the guardrail. A black reflection appeared in the water, watching him across the water.

It was a bone that only Saman could see.

Each of them is following such a thing, only the person can see it, the lethality is not strong, but it can't be killed no matter what.

"Song Wei?" he called out to the shadow inside.

The surface of the water swayed slightly, and in the dim candlelight, Saman seemed to see the shadow split his mouth, as if he was laughing.

"Do you have anything to tell me?"

But the shadow of the bones under water just sinks and disappears: tell you the clue? Pooh! You want to be beautiful.

Samman:  …

The skeleton refused to come out, and Ren Yifei and Saman stood by the pool and formed a shadow of four. The candles were almost burned, and the flames the size of beans swayed weakly in the wind.

"Why did that woman die the day before yesterday?" Ren Yifei asked suddenly, "I thought it was a ghost, but it doesn't seem to be the case now."

The first day of heavy rain, land breaks, and the radio alerted the ship asking for evacuation information. Islanders who don't match the character set appear as carrion corpses soaked in water, and they should die for three months.

On the second day, the dead turned into fish monsters, and fish scales grew on the refugees.

A large number of expired high-grade ingredients in the manor, the used spoon for caviar, the words of the madman at the door, the house number connected to 12359, and the hallucination of drowning during a high fever are all guiding him in a certain direction.

If the manor's owner is a 'ghost', what does the cued 'candle' mean? Will she be behind everything?

Or is there another, more terrifying malice? for example……

shipwreck?

Ren Yifei felt a little dry on his lips and a little in his throat. If he continued to walk according to his train of thought, he might be the real victims, and those refugees... maybe the ominous existence.

No, wait, if that's the case, the skeleton's attitude should be a bit harsher. Moreover, a cat with an owner should not be so close to him.

Ren Yifei felt that his brain was about to become mushy.

Saman didn't know what the silent Ren Yifei was thinking, he thought he was still thinking about the bones that seemed to show goodwill.

The innocent young man in front of him maintained the pure kindness and tolerance that belonged only to young people. But Saman is different, he is an adult, he does not have that kind of tenderness.

"There's no evidence they're benign, and you'd better be vigilant."

Ren Yifei came back to his senses, sighed naturally, and turned to other topics: "I want to go up the mountain tomorrow."

Saman does not object to this, and it is a clue no matter what.

After the candles were burned, they should also go back. Ren Yifei was holding the wooden barrel. There was a cat in the barrel, and he was still thinking about the bone shelf just now.

Halfway through, a row of lights lit up at the wooden house in the distance, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness. In the distance, screams and howls were heard.

Ren Yifei and Saman looked at each other, and they rushed out like rockets.

"The living dead!"

The place where the refugees were sleeping was already chaotic, and they heard the sound before they got close. When they got close to the place with a light source, the living dead came smelling it.

They are completely different from the daytime, their faces are pale, their eyes are red, their bodies are ulcerated, and the characteristics of the dead are obvious.

"Go to the back." Saman pulled Ren Yifei's collar and pulled him behind him, picking up a bamboo pole from somewhere in his hand.

Ren Yifei didn't want to do it. He watched Saman use a bamboo stick to turn over the two living dead who were rushing over with white eyes. He put the wooden barrel aside and took out a fire axe.

The speed of the living dead is no faster than that of normal people. If they can overcome their fears, the living dead without tools in their hands are not the opponents of ordinary people with tools in their hands.

The living dead do not feel pain, or the pain is very low, so they have to start at the lethal site. Saman unceremoniously smashed the head of the living dead, the brains splashed, and the bamboo poles were cracked.

The human skull is the hardest part of the human body, which shows how ruthless he is. However, when Saman looked back and saw Ren Yifei, he was still stunned.

The fire-fighting axe with a long arm was polished to a silver light at one end. Ren Yifei held his hands together, his expression was tense and his eyes were focused. When he swung it over, his arm shook violently, but it was very accurate and stuck at the cervical vertebrae joint of the back of the neck.

"Huh?" It stuck!

This is going to replace Saman, the head of the living dead is gone. But this is Ren Yifei. He lacks strength, and the axe can't be retracted and can't be chopped in. It is very embarrassing to stay on the neck of the living dead.

The living dead pounced on him with an axe. He was so scared that his face was bloodless, and he had to go around to the back, trying to get the axe back.

After that, he finally took hold of the handle, but was so anxious that he couldn't pull it out.

Saman guessed that he was trying to hack the back of the dead man's neck, but the operation was a little wrong. He couldn't stand it any longer, and smashed the skull of the living dead with the cracked bamboo pole in his hand.

Under the impact, Ren Yifei's axe was finally pulled out. Saman was covered in blood, but Ren Yifei and the axe were clean, only the part that went in was stained with blood.

"Afei?" Samant blurted out.

Ren Yifei didn't respond at all, and after realizing it was a personal name, he glanced left and right, his voice trembling: "What, Ah Fei? There's no one here, don't scare me, it's scary and scary."

"Don't you know?" Saman stared at him closely.

"No, I don't know," he was stunned. "Is he a famous person?"

The soft light hit Ren Yifei's face, reflecting his face clearly, and the doubtful expression was also clear.

After watching for a while, Saman turned and left: "It's nothing."

It's so dangerous, so dangerous, I really can't relax for a moment. At that moment, I have to look over it subconsciously to see who is calling him. Fortunately, he immediately realized that he should be called 'Gu Xingye'.

It's really treacherous, to choose when others are relaxed and most unprepared, and almost will be succeeded by them.

"Wait a minute." Ren Yifei hurriedly picked up the barrel and chased after him, holding an axe in one hand.

When Ren Yifei and the two arrived, the war between the living and the living was coming to an end. The players hidden in the npc had made outstanding contributions. They used super strength to get rid of most of the living dead, and the rest was Others did it.

But the trouble didn't just go away.

"Five people died." The five corpses were carried out. Unlike the living dead, their faces were still normal, but they were not breathing.

"Throw it out, throw it outside." The refugees are reluctant to get too close to the danger, "What if they become living dead?"

Ren Yifei glanced at it, and there was no player he confirmed among the five corpses.

But there also appeared to be clashes between players, and one player was seriously injured. It's the camouflage stream that was mixed into the npc heap before. Something had cut his neck open, like a kite string.

Looking at the tragic appearance of his blood surging, he was almost fatally injured.

Ren Yifei was very familiar with this wound. It was the silk thread of the little girl in the mushroom house. He glanced at it, and it turned out to be a little girl, with a transparent silk thread rolled up in his hand.

And the girl with glasses was tossing the cards in her hand like a poker with a half-smile.

"What's your name?" the little girl asked the spectacled girl, her expression very adult-like and very evil.

"When we meet by chance, it's better not to get to know each other well."

The little girl smiled and glanced at the player who cut his neck: "I hope you can look at him forever."

"It has nothing to do with you." The girl with glasses left. The disguised stream that had been seen through followed directly, and there was fear and resentment in his eyes when he looked at the little girl.

"Black Rabbit?"

"picture."

"He said no, he just came in to compete with Black Rabbit for his acting skills, but... I'd rather kill the mistake and let it go."

Two players whispered not far away.

Ren Yifei hugged his fire axe tightly, his expression tense: Did that come in to chase him?

The player's business is put aside for the time being, they can't find it anyway. Ren Yifei is more concerned about the new living dead.

It seems that these people became like this after they went to the mountains. Before he was outside the manor, something lured him to the mountain.

There must be something on the mountain, and 'it' will continue to move.

The departure of the three players has no effect on everything, and the NPC continues to deal with the legacy of the "living dead" incident.

"Throw them all together, or find a place to bury them." The refugees stayed far away.

"How could these people suddenly become like this? It's terrifying!" and the bitten refugee cried.

Fortunately, these people who were bitten did not show symptoms of infection, but everyone was still afraid that they would transform in the middle of the night. The wounded refugees were rushed directly to a wooden hut.

They cried a lot, but it was useless. There were few people and little strength, and they didn't have the confidence to resist.

"Everyone else went into the house, and each house arranged for a vigil in turn."

This is the best way, everyone agrees. In any case, there must be rest, otherwise it is a vicious circle.

At this time, those who have made outstanding contributions in the war of the living dead have the right to speak.

No, it might be more accurate to say that they succeeded in deterring NPCs with 'strong force' and 'extreme cruelty'.

The living dead are indeed dead, but those who can be directly chopped off with no expression are by no means mortals.

When Ren Yifei returned to the mushroom house, they had already elected a new leader, the girl with glasses.

It is said that the three living dead were dealt with neatly and neatly, which was a great batch. All the NPCs in the mushroom house avoided her, what she said was what she said.

Now the ceiling of the force value is closing its eyes and resting, and the disguised players from other cabins are sitting next to it. Opposite them is the little girl, who is playing with silk threads, her eyes are always looking at the disguised player, and there is a weird smile on her lips.

The disguised player was sweating a lot, his eyes didn't blink, and his body was ready to escape.

The card is slightly hot, it's eleven o'clock, and the information is updated.

Ren Yifei sat in the corner, guarding his cat and his bag, covered with a thin blanket.

He brought two more instant noodles, one and a half steamed buns, and some sausages, which were the cat's ration.

Where are you going to get something to eat tomorrow?

Whoosh, whoa...the sound of the tide slapping on the sand. In the silent night, the moon half-headed out of the thick clouds, and the moonlight came through the window and fell on the ground.

Ren Yifei, who hadn't fallen asleep, raised his head, a face stuck out from the window, his eyes were pressed against the gaps in the curtains, and his eyes slowly crawled over everyone sleeping inside along the moonlight.

That line of sight climbed to Ren Yifei's body, he was sitting against the wall, with a thin sheet draped over his body, his eyes closed, as if he was fast asleep.

Whoosh, whoa... The sound of the waves was closer, almost to the ear. Listening to this soothing and rhythmic sound, the soul will also float and fly.

A white light appeared in the dark world, and under the light, fear, pain, and struggle all dissipated.

It looked so reassuring that it even wanted to chase it.

Ren Yifei opened his eyes and stood up slowly.

The author has something to say: Cat: I may not be human, but you are a real ghost.