The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Ren Yifei played with the spear in his hand and looked at him: "Someone asked you to kill me? Who is it and why did you do it?"

The higher human felt himself sinking, and the floating object like a huge leaf was far away.Because he was afraid of death, he cried with tears and nose flowing together: "I just obeyed the nobleman's order, we cannot disobey the nobleman's order."

"What kind of nobleman do you look like?"

The people in the swamp quickly recalled, but because he was in a state of collapse at the moment, he couldn't tell exactly, and could only give fragmentary clues such as 'male, tall and thin, and long hair'.

Because of the struggle, the swamp had already engulfed the man's entire lower body, the sinking speed became faster and faster, and he became more and more nervous and collapsed.

"Why did he ask you to kill me?" Ren Yifei asked without any expectation.Killers who are tools are unlikely to know the secrets, and the possibility of this high-level human being knowing is very small.

Unexpectedly, the man said: "He said, you want to destroy the entire ethnic group."

"Huh?" You want?

This word... the original owner hasn't put it into action yet, and there should not be many people who know what he thinks, so how did it become known?

Ren Yifei remembered the symbol drawn by the boy during lunch.It can't be said that the original owner has already revealed his traces and was known by those with vested interests, which is why today's incident happened.

"Save me! Save me!" The man on the swamp had only one head and two arms left, crying and crying, "You save me, I don't need to kill you! Let's pretend we don't know about it .”

"Oh? I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to explain when you go back." Ren Yifei stared at his corner.

"No, no, the nobles won't come down at all."

After thinking for a while, Ren Yifei stood a little further away, lying on the ground, stretching out the spear in his hand, one end was just within reach.

If you pull people standing up, you may send yourself in, but it will be better if you lie down.

The man grabbed the end of the spear and moved towards the edge of the swamp with all his strength.Finally, he reached the edge of the swamp, grabbed a nearby vine and desperately climbed up.

But the first time he climbed ashore, he didn't even slow down, but he attacked the savior: "Damn you!"

"Stubborn."

The smug smile froze on his face in the next second, and a slender hand locked his throat. This high-level human being felt something passing in his body, and his eyes gradually blurred.

Ren Yifei observed his expression, and saw that his face turned gray and defeated, and he even curled up, completely losing the ability to resist.

The higher human fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. He wasn't dead yet, but his body suddenly became very weak. He couldn't even speak, and couldn't even open his mouth.

Ren Yifei removed the metal dagger tied to the top of the spear, and approached the horn of the higher human: "It will be fine in a while, it won't hurt."

Tears fell from the corners of the higher human's eyes, and he pleaded until the end of the dagger pierced his forehead.

The sharp metal blade pierced the contact surface between the horn and the head, and red blood slid from the forehead.The man on the ground opened his eyes wide, but only saw a blurry shadow.

An hour later, the second floor of the tower.

"What's the matter with you?" The gatekeeper looked at his body covered in mud and moss, very strange.Even most of his face was covered in mud, as if he had rolled in a circle in the mud.

The person who came just spread his hands helplessly. He held a spear in one hand and a metal number plate in the other. A small part of it was blocked by mud, but it was still roughly visible.

"No, no, no," the gatekeeper glanced at the horns of his forehead, and waved his hand, "This is the formality, the untouchables below have no guts to come up. Go find a place to wash it, my God, the smell is too suffocating. "

The visitor nodded and walked into the lair on the second floor.

Compared with the lair on the first floor, it is bigger and brighter, with better-looking materials, the floor is very polished, there are many glowing bouquets on the ceiling and walls, and beautiful reliefs are made, painted with colored clay.

However, there are very few people inside.

The area is almost the same, and the bottom is crowded with people, with one hole on top of another, but the hole on this side is far away.The number of people here is at most one-tenth of the number downstairs.

And there are many public functional areas on the first floor. He saw someone coming out wet. It was the bathroom.

There were others, but I couldn't recognize them at this glance either.The men sat and chatted in baggy clothes, books and toys in their hands.

The living environment gap between the two can be compared to slums and rich areas.

In the hall, those children with the characteristics of beasts were playing and playing in the open space. The boys had horns on their foreheads, and the girls had pointed ears. They were all neatly dressed and wore small shoes.

They are playing happily with all kinds of toys, and they don't need to participate in labor like the children downstairs.

He walked past those children, and a few children who were playing stopped and poked out their necks to sniff: "You smell like a pariah."

"I just came down here," he said, with a tone of rejection, disdain, and disgust, and then even coughed.

The children heard it, believed it, and dispersed again.

Other adults saw the muddy footprints left behind him, and looked up and shouted: "Call a worker and wipe the floor."

Ren Yifei continued to walk up.

The numbers on the metal plates still point to the rooms assigned to each higher-class human being.Ren Yifei called them 'Soldier Min', corresponding to soldier ants.

The soldiers and civilians still lived in caves, only much larger, and the doorway was decorated with colored stones, and the door frame was also simply carved.

Pushing open the thick wooden door, a room of [-] to [-] square meters appeared in front of you.

It is divided into three parts, all with wooden floors on the ground floor and glowing stone chandeliers hanging from the top.

Entering the hall, there are carpets, tables and chairs, and bows and arrows, animal skulls, and tools hanging on the walls.

Then there are two separate small rooms, one for living and one for storage.In the living room he found a pen and paper.In the storage room he found the wine barrel, and there was still a third of it left.

"With paper and pen, and wine, the level of civilization may have to move forward."

Regardless of paper and pen, it may be caused by some interference.However, wine is mostly produced by accidental fermentation of leftover grains, fruits and the like, and then it is intentionally brewed.

The real owner of this house has been swallowed by the swamp. Ren Yifei used the sticky plant juice he had seen before to stick the cut horns, then changed into the other party's clothes, and smeared himself with the mud.

He got in so easily without even using illusion.

It was a bit of a surprise.

This lack of vigilance also shows from the side that people here have not experienced class struggle, and even tacitly admit that class struggle does not exist.

That is to say, the system has not been impacted since its appearance until now.

No wonder that person was just pushed by himself, like dead parents, especially angry and shocked.

Ren Yifei didn't rummage around, he was very dirty and would leave a pile of stains.

There was no water in the room and it was impossible to wash.If you want to wash your body, you can only go to the bathroom below.

Under the bed, he found a wooden barrel and a piece of soap. He put a torn piece of paper and a change of clothes in it, and then went out and walked downstairs.

Those people in the hall were still sitting together in twos and threes, and the stains he had left before had been cleaned.The one who cleaned the floor was a worker kneeling on the ground and wiping it.

A group of children ran over and stepped on the back of his hand, causing him to shrink back in pain.

Seeing that, the child stretched out his feet and rubbed the soles of his feet on the rag: "It's so dirty."

They walked towards the door again, but only halfway there, the children gathered at the entrance suddenly spread out to the two sides, and they stopped making noise and stood quietly on both sides.

Ren Yifei, who was holding the barrel, and other people who were sitting and chatting all looked over.

He saw a woman with a fat head and double chin enter.

Oh, go?No, this word is not accurate.She was carried in and sat on an exaggeratedly gorgeous chair. Her shoes were very high, a dozen or twenty centimeters, surrounded by golden pearls and colored gemstones.

These jewelry are too delicate, and her appearance once again pushes the level of civilization of this dungeon forward by hundreds of years.

A piece of red fur was spread on the ground, and the chair was gently placed in the middle. Everyone finally saw the appearance of this woman clearly: she had a long braid that reached to her ankles, and was decorated with many colored treasures and gold. He and his wrists also wore gold ornaments, a pink veil skirt on his body, and a pair of small transparent scales on his back.

The soldiers and civilians who guarded the gate followed her, holding her skirt in their hands, respectful.

Everyone present stood up and stood upright.Ren Yifei recalled that when the soldier walked into the worker's cafeteria, he looked the same.

There is no doubt that this is probably a higher class...nobility.

"Cough, cough, cough." Ren Yifei's throat was a little itchy, and he started coughing. This movement attracted the attention of many people, including the woman sitting on the chair.

Her eyes were lifted up exaggeratedly, the woman in the pink skirt couldn't bear this kind of visual damage at all, a man covered in mud and smelly.

Just when she was about to speak, the mud figure upstairs retreated directly behind a statue in the corner.This kind of self-consciousness finally made the woman in the pink skirt loosen her brows.

The rest of the people also breathed a sigh of relief.

Ren Yifei in the shadow of the stone sculpture suppressed the sudden desire to cough: Judging from the previous cases of conflict between workers and soldiers, the fate of offending the upper-class nobles is definitely not good.

It's not suitable for conflict yet, let's just hang on.

"Two people, I need someone to lift my skirt." She glanced at everyone, covered her nose and rolled her eyes, "Oh my god, it smells so bad, is this going to kill me?"

Soon came two young women, knelt down in front of her, and carefully lifted the corner of their skirts, their little animal ears shaking excitedly.

The woman in the pink skirt reluctantly agreed, and the chair she was sitting on was lifted up without shaking at all: "Hold it, don't touch the ground."

But I don't know whether the two young women were excited or inexperienced. During the turning process, they bumped into each other in a hurry, and the skirts in their hands fell off, not only touching the ground, but also scratched by small stones.

There was an instant scratch on the extremely delicate pink dress.

"Oh! how can they?"

"They ruined this lord's skirt." There was a neat and clear gasp sound from the scene.

"..." Ren Yifei's expression was subtle, and he still had a sense of confusion watching the replay of memories.

The eyes of the woman in the pink skirt widened: "This is what I will wear to the banquet later!"

The two young women knelt on the ground trembling, tears streaming down their faces.The women in pink skirts didn't even look at them, they just felt sorry for their skirts.

The person who manages here came in from the outside, and he ordered the ears of the two women to be cut off: "Send it down."

"No! Please!" The tears of these two people became more ferocious. It seemed that being sent down was more painful than cutting off ears.

But no one heeded their cries.

Those people were just accusing them of being rude to the nobles.

Soon a new skirt lifter arrived, this time there was no accident, the children started to move around, the adults sat down, and the hall returned to calm.

The author has something to say: Ah Fei: I seem to have seen this scene before.