The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Assuming that the class above the militia is 'nobility', then the person who wants to kill him is similar to the woman just now?

How did that nobleman know that 'Jiang' had a rebellious heart?Judging by the tone of the soldier, these people will not even come down, let alone care about the lives of the workers.

With doubts, Ren Yifei walked into the public bathroom with the barrel in his arms.

The bathrooms were very much like a modern communal bathroom, with cubicles with a hot metal pipe for the shower and large tubs.

He went to the innermost compartment.

The hot water washed down, washed away the silt on his face, and also melted away the plant adhesive on his forehead. He touched it for a while, and used his nails to lift the gap at one end, so that the water could touch more of the plant adhesive.

The broken horn fell off, and the mud on his face was washed away, revealing the soft and pale face of 'Jiang'.

There was no discomfort when he touched the glued part with his fingers. It seems that the glue did not cause major damage to his skin.

He rinsed for a long time, and the number of people in the bathroom gradually increased. There were sounds of other people taking a shower behind him, and some people wondered: "Why does it smell like a pariah?"

Ren Yifei calmly applied the soap.

As the filth on my body was washed away little by little, the natural plant aroma of the soap was carried on my body, and no one outside asked why there was a bad smell.He wiped his body clean and his hair half dry.

There was a palm-sized, thick leaf in the dirty clothes, and Ren Yifei tore it open, and translucent mucus flowed out.He glued the broken corner back on and it was fixed in a few minutes.

After he changed his clothes, he took out the paper made of wood pulp that 'Jiang' couldn't touch, wet it with water, and carefully applied it to his face.

"Are you alright?" A person came from behind.

Ren Yifei paused for a moment with his hand on the paper on his face: "Okay."

He turned around slowly, soaking the paper pasted on his face. At the moment of light and shadow transformation, it turned into a familiar face with a horn on his forehead.

From the bathroom, you have to go through the hall where the children are playing, where the children are still running and playing, and the others are laughing and chatting to themselves.

They didn't take the previous episode of the two girls to heart.

Or get used to it.

These men and women with the characteristics of beasts show off their power at the bottom, but they are also humble in front of the 'nobles'.If one movement is wrong, it will be thrown into the bottom layer directly.

That's how people with disabled ears or scars on their foreheads come from at the bottom, right?

"Gu Cheng, come with me to deliver energy blocks later." A soldier came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, why do you seem to be getting shorter?"

Ren Yifei was slapped, his chest felt tight and he coughed: "Ahem, have you grown taller?"

"Have I grown taller? Forget it, put your clothes away, and come with me to deliver energy blocks. It's our turn today."

Jiang's body was tall and thin, only a little shorter than Gu Cheng, not obvious, and his face and voice matched, the soldier had no doubts, and urged him to put the dirty clothes back quickly.

"I'll send it to the laundry room later, the untouchables will do the laundry."

Ren Yifei kept his face sullen and didn't speak, now the paper on his face was about to dry, it wouldn't be nice if his movements were too big and cracked.

Back in the room, Ren Yifei urgently treated the 'paper membrane' with plant juice to make it stick tighter.

This is the trouble with the phantom. If any medium is used, the medium can only be paper.

After dealing with the things on his face, he walked down, and the man was already impatient with the push of a small cart.

They left the lair on the second floor, and after walking a few steps, the man turned his head and asked Ren Yifei: "Why do I feel that you are strange... strange..." His eyes gradually became dull.

"I'm your friend Gu Cheng, understand?" Ren Yifei's eyes were bloodshot.

"Understood." He replied blankly

On the first floor, there is a place for collecting cubes. Two workers work there. When they see them coming, they stand up respectfully and open the door.

Of course, the workers in this position have better living conditions than others, their clothes are made of finer materials, their skin is better, and their faces are slightly proud.

This arrogance is not aimed at the 'high class' of them.

The two men in charge of collecting the black cubes brought out a box full of black cubes and put them on their wooden carts.

"My lord, this is today's harvest."

The workers were cautious, while the soldiers and civilians beside them raised their chins and responded coldly: "Yes."

Ren Yifei finally saw the shape of the legendary cube, it was a black fingernail-sized cube, without any gaps, it was just a cube.

He picked up one, not metal, but much heavier than gold.

Ren Yifei was very curious about how to use this thing, but the soldiers who accompanied him didn't know, they were just running errands, not much better than workers.

The only thing that is certain is that many things they eat and use have to be obtained through this black cube.Then these materials are distributed layer by layer, and when they reach the bottom layer, there is basically nothing left.

Workers and workers have to work hard to find the black cube in the wild, and in the end they can only get a little reward.People in the upper class only need to unlock it, and they can get a lot.

Technology, knowledge, and materials are all monopolized, coupled with the influence of deep-rooted ideas... resulting in the current state of complete separation.

It feels like this dungeon world is like an extreme variant of the feudal system, chaebol, or school tycoon, and it doesn't seem to have evolved naturally into what it is today.

The sense of contradiction is very strong, but it is different from the type of 'island'.

Ren Yifei's mind was wide open, and he had already thought of going through books and movies, and even the world of Truman.

I looked down at the black cube in my hand, it was very heavy, the smaller one weighed about three to four kilograms,

Ren Yifei raised his head and saw many harvested workers standing in line.

The worker who brought the things smiled flatteringly: "Look, I sent two yuan, can you change some medicine?"

"I know, I know, two yuan, right? Where's the job number?"

He quickly reported the job number, six digits.

Is it the string of numbers on the wooden sign?Ren Yifei guessed.

The person who received the goods opened the notebook and quickly wrote down: "Go to the back and get the medicine, the next one."

There was nothing to see at the place where the black cubes were collected. Ren Yifei and the two pushed the cart away. The box was heavy and the wheels seemed to be made of wood. They pushed it slowly.

Along the way, the soldiers and civilians next door were once again strengthened in their illusions, knowing everything about Ren Yifei.And the paper on Ren Yifei's face was completely dry, sticking to his face, he didn't even speak, lest his face really crack.

They walked through the second floor and climbed up to the third floor. It turned out that the third floor was not the destination, but the third floor was the delivery room and nursery.

The fourth floor is their destination.

To go to the fourth floor, you need to pass through a not-so-long corridor. Ren Yifei saw that there were rooms on both sides, and pregnant women lived there.Seeing how they were struggling, it seemed that they were about to give birth.

He saw that some of these pregnant women were workers and some were soldiers with animal ears, but there were no nobles with wings on their backs.

There are men standing at the door of some women, who seem to be their husbands, stuffing food inside.Most of the workers who did this were workers, and the men were skinny, as were the pregnant women.

They lack nutrition, and that piece of pink lunch meat just keeps them alive.

Walk through this curved corridor and walk to the center to see the spiral staircase. There are two tall and strong soldiers at the top of the stairs. After the identity verification, you can go to the fourth floor.

As he was about to walk towards the center, he heard the cry of a child, which was on the other side of the corridor.

After inspecting the metal plate, they carried the cart up the stone steps to the fourth floor.

As soon as we reached this floor, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the soldier who was talking and laughing all the way in front lowered his head, neither speaking nor laughing.

There were two rows of heavily armed militiamen standing at the door. The leader raised his eyelids and glanced at them, then waved his hand to indicate that they could go in.

The soldier who pushed the cart was familiar with the road, and he pushed the cart carefully towards the center.

The central position is a cylindrical room, which is very large and very high. There are no luminous plants and ores for lighting, but it is still very bright—that is the electric light, one of the symbols of modern civilization.

The people walking inside are all soldiers and civilians. They stand in front of rows of machines, and the light spots appear in mid-air.

"This is today's energy stone." The delivery soldier removed the box respectfully, without even stepping into the door, and pushed the cart away.

Ren Yifei felt as if he was dead the whole time, just following this soldier, Ren Yifei would do whatever he did.

With his head down, Ren Yifei pursed his lips, trying to suppress the shock in his heart.

Illuminated screens, virtual inputs, stereo imaging...

This material civilization is still in a copy of the semi-primitive society, and something like a computer has appeared? !

He only glanced at it briefly, but that screen, that input method, was the computer.And it is a high-end product that surpasses the civilization when Ren Yifei came.

Workers and peasants are still relying on inefficient rough manual labor to earn what they need to survive. The standard of living is not as good as that of the serfs before liberation. The upper class even use computers?

"Where do the nobles live?" Ren Yifei asked the 'companion' who was controlled by the illusion.He thought the 'nobles' were the holders and beneficiaries of the whole system.However, the black cube and the materials produced after that are all under the control of the militia.

This is subtle.

He thought of Japan's shogunate era, the general was the real master, and the emperor was a symbol.

"On the fifth and sixth floors." The companion replied blankly.

"Aren't they working?"

"Of course the nobles don't need it. They eat, drink and have fun every day, enjoying the best of everything." The companion said naturally.From his attitude, Ren Yifei probably knew that this was what everyone thought.

Aristocrats don't have to work, just eat, drink and have fun.Hmm, sounds wonderful.

On the way back, Ren Yifei dispelled the illusion on this person, and this person's brain will automatically fill in these blanks.

They went back to the second floor, and Ren Yifei went back to the room of 'Gucheng'.

Now he has time to 'clean'.In the bedroom, Ren Yifei found a few books that 'Jiang' longed for, but they were not cherished, and they were randomly thrown on the ground as a table corner.

The content of the book is a fairy tale.

Their gods selected them from the animals and determined them as God's chosen ones, and brought them a warm shelter, health and sufficient food.

The direct descendants of the gods, they are determined to be nobles, and the nobles are responsible for communicating with the gods, blessing their tribe, and allowing the race to continue.

The remaining people are classified as soldiers and workers according to their physique.Both soldiers and workers exist to serve the nobility.

Ren Yifei is not sure whether this myth was passed down by the nobles in order to establish their own transcendent status, or it was adapted based on certain 'facts'.

Fairy tales can be roughly divided into three types.

One is a request of the people.What they see but cannot understand, what they desire but cannot do, they are willing to write it into myths and legends.Similar to Houyi shooting the sun and Chang'e flying to the moon.

Another kind is mixed with real history, in order to praise the existence of a certain person or something, such as Dayu's control of the water, and Shennong's tasting of herbs.

There is also the last one, which is spread by the rulers in order to ensure their own status.They may be creating new myths, or they may be adding private goods to the original myths.

Ah San's caste system and mythology are particularly well combined.

He didn't know which kind of situation this myth was, or if it was a combination of all three.

After reading a book of Mythical Kung Fu, they began to distribute food.

Ren Yifei put on a new paper mask for camouflage, and went downstairs after transforming.

The food is no longer unknown lunch meat, but clear coarse bread, fried steak and boiled vegetable soup.The militia began to enjoy their dinners, and when they were done they set aside their plates and cleared them up.

Worried that 'Jiang''s stomach would not be able to digest the food, Ren Yifei finally ate a little bit of torn bread and steak, drank a little soup, and poured out the rest.

The quality of the dinner is average, but the portion is enough. Some people poured it out when they couldn't eat it, and no one said anything.

The workers are still looking for quantity, but the 'quantity' has been solved, but the 'quality' is not enough.The nobles of the upper class must go one step further, both in quality and quantity.

After that, he didn't sleep until eleven o'clock, and his mind was full of one thing: how to enter the world of higher-level npcs and find out.

What happened to those advanced civilization products?

Is the nobility the highest class?

What is a black cube, where does it come from, and what is it for?

He has too many questions waiting to be answered.

All of these anomalies are waiting for a complete and clear truth.Not only for his own curiosity, but also for the unwillingness of 'Jiang' that his future was determined at birth.

He must know the reality of this world.

At eleven o'clock, the information is updated on time: [The first night: male ants. 】

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