The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The place where the wife of the main house lives is indeed much bigger and more luxurious than the room of the concubines, and there is even a glass kang screen on the kang bed.

When he walked in, there were already people in the room, those two old players.One of them was in the bedroom and the other was in the living room, they were looking for things with serious expressions, and no one paid any attention to the newcomer Ren Yifei.

The lights in the room were all lit up, a dozen candles and oil lamps, which illuminated the same as during the day, but the light source was a little yellower.

The two old players rummaged through things very quickly, and Ren Yifei could tell the words "race against time" from their agile movements.

"Dyed emerald, no." The woman with the scar was holding a green bracelet with eyes like a wolf at night.But the eyes dimmed in the next second, and she threw the bracelet on the table angrily, cursed in a low voice, and continued to search.

It seems that one mistake will not kill you, but you do need to pay a little price.While Ren Yifei was thinking, he walked over to pick up the bracelet that had been broken into three petals.

The green round bracelet, as the scar woman said, dyeing the bracelet is not good for planting water, the inside is a bean green base, and the outside is a layer of dyed emerald green skin.

And it is not the modern pickling and glue injection process, but the previous dyeing technology.

dyed emerald...

He patted his forehead and remembered.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Empress Dowager Cixi loved green jadeite the most. During that time, Myanmar paid tribute to many green jadeite bracelets and ornaments.

At this time, jadeite was not considered a particularly precious jade, and there was no such thing as water and color in later generations. Emerald Cixi liked green, so he admired green.

So there were many dyed green bracelets and green jewelry at that time.

At this point, the period is clear, it is the end of the Qing Dynasty.

The scarred woman glanced at Ren Yifei strangely, then lowered her head to look for mistakes.

She had already searched for wardrobes and boxes, big and small, all of which were open, and clothes and jewelry were piled up on the floor.

Ren Yifei glanced over and saw the official uniforms and imperial uniforms in a certain box.

Official dresses are on one side, on which is a rhinoceros patch (the emblem of Qing Dynasty officials), and a top wearing flower feathers.The top wear is Yang Wen carved flower gold, and the flower feather is five-eyed flower feather (peacock tail hair).

Very typical eighth-rank military officer dress.

Next to the official dress is the official dress.Seeing them put together, it should be a couple, the husband asked the wife to order.

The dresses of women in the Qing Dynasty were still dominated by the traditional Han skirts and phoenix coronets, but there was a patch on the back.

Generally speaking, a wife's patch follows her husband or son's, but in the Qing Dynasty, the patch of a married woman, regardless of literature and martial arts, must use bird patterns.However, on this patch is a rhinoceros.

The rhinoceros patch on the official uniform is a military officer of the seventh or eighth rank, and the patch corresponding to a civil official is a heron or quail.

Ren Yifei walked over and picked up the doomed woman dress.

"The gown patch of a woman in the Qing Dynasty should have a bird pattern." After he finished speaking, the rhinoceros patch immediately turned into a heron patch.

"Huh?" Why is it a egret? The egret is a seventh rank.

A wife's order follows her husband's order, and rarely surpasses her husband's. Ren Yifei feels something is wrong when he looks at Dai Hualing again.

"Should it be Su Jin Ding Dai?"

Sure enough, the Yangwen Louhua gold Dingdai became a plain gold Dingdai, and another mistake was found.

The woman with the scar noticed it, and regret flashed in her eyes.But she quickly put away this emotion.

The focus of each mini-game is different, and this fault-finding game is to test one's knowledge and one's eyesight.

Whoever can go.

It's done, all three mistakes have been found, and there is one more, life is worry-free.

Ren Yifei checked the time on his phone, 15 minutes had passed, and there were still 15 minutes left.

The information we have now is: in the late Qing Dynasty, during or after Cixi's reign, the mansion of the seventh-rank military officer, during the Dragon Boat Festival.Now there is only one exact location missing, and this coordinate axis will come out.

As soon as the coordinate axis comes out, it is very fast to find errors and omissions.

This is all the experience he stole on the set before.In fact, many crews will hire historical consultants to check for mistakes and omissions, but occasionally in response to market demand, they can only turn a blind eye to some obvious mistakes.

At this time, the professors invited as consultants would faint with anger.Because Ren Yifei is quiet enough, he occasionally becomes the object of confidance, and this is how he learned these experiences.

For the rest of the time, he was still searching in the main room, but most of his knowledge of this era came from the set, and he hadn't studied it systematically, so he couldn't find more after searching for a long time.

On the other hand, the two old players in the same room found out one or two inappropriate things in the past few minutes.

Of course, each failed once.

Seeing that the time had come to the end, with only 3 minutes left, Ren Yifei decided to go to the yard and point out a point that he had doubts about before.

Since you can't die if you are wrong, why not give it a try?

It’s good to be right. If you make a mistake, at least you have gained experience.

He walked past the clothes and stationery that were randomly thrown on the ground, and suddenly, he saw a pen holder on the ground.

It was a white porcelain pen holder, with a snow-white and moist embryo, painted with pink peach blossom branches. The peach blossom was soft and elegant in color, and it was even more delicate and beautiful against the backdrop of a few green leaves.

He bent down and picked up the pen holder: "There is no Maoci in this era, right?"

The white porcelain pen holder in the shape of peach blossoms with water spots in his hand flashed with light, the white porcelain turned into celadon, and the delicate peach blossoms on it also turned into two herrings.

"Huh..." He knew this kind of cup in a period drama.

Even when Ren Yifei is not filming, he will stay on the set, as long as he pays attention to listening and watching, he can always learn a lot.

Mao porcelain refers to the porcelain specially designed for the chairman in a special era, which represents the artistic aesthetics and ceramic level of that era. One of the most typical styles is "Water Point Peach Blossom".

For this detail, the crew at that time bought several imitated modern porcelains, which were used as daily necessities for the characters in the play.He inquired out of curiosity, and later saw the genuine Peach Blossom Cup with Peach Blossom in the museum, so he had some impressions.

With a little effort, the woman with the scar found another mistake. She was holding a short knife in her hand. After the mistake was corrected, the pattern on the handle of the knife changed a little.

Anyway, Ren Yifei didn't understand the difference, this is his knowledge blind spot.

There are still 1 minutes left before the end.

He hurried out of the main room, the middle-aged man who was howling couldn't speak anymore, he hugged his legs, his face was full of tears after struggling, but he was already fainted.

The others were in the wing rooms on both sides, still looking for things.

Ren Yifei took a few steps to the well: "On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, no water is drawn."

It was a folk custom in Beijing in the Qing Dynasty not to draw water on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival.But he can't be sure that this is the city of Beijing, and he can't be sure that today is the day of the Dragon Boat Festival.

It's a gamble.

He pursed his lips tightly, feeling uncertain.

The phone vibrated for another three seconds. He took it out and found that the points on it had changed to 6. In addition, the game had entered a 30-second countdown.

"Shoes! The shoes are wrong!" A shout came from the left wing, followed by ecstatic laughter, "Three! I have three!"

5, 4, 3...

The number on the phone changes every second, like a gun pointed at the forehead, and the trigger must be pulled when the time is up.Ren Yifei could completely understand that person's ecstasy.

2, 1, 0!

In the blink of an eye, he saw the previous car again, and he still raised his arm, looking at the watch on his wrist, on which the second hand just jumped one frame.

Ten o'clock, one second.

a second?It was actually a second?Ren Yifei suddenly raised his head, saw the two old players with relaxed expressions, and also saw the laughing woman in pajamas.

Everyone else, middle-aged office workers, young men, black-skinned boys, kept their heads down and remained motionless, their normal skin showing a dead blue-gray.

Ren Yifei swallowed, feeling his throat was dry.

"Sure enough, you survived." The round-faced man looked at him, "Sometimes even a carload of newcomers doesn't survive, but seeing how you can quickly sort out your emotions and calm yourself down when you just woke up, I'll take care of you." I think you might survive."

"What will happen to them?" Ren Yifei pointed at the losers.

"Sudden death from various causes."

This infinite flow is simpler and neater than the corner of the barrenness.One is to cut flesh with a blunt knife. Although it is painful, it is still alive.One is to cut the throat with a sharp knife, the pain is very fast, and death is eternal.

The round-faced man stretched out his hand: "My name is Hu Jie, you can call me Lao Hu. Do you want to leave a number?"

"Okay." Ren Yifei said.

After the game, the round-faced man, that is, Old Hu, looked much more lively.

"I'm a reporter in the real world." He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. "I used to hate this job. I never thought that it was the accumulation of this job that kept me alive."

Ren Yifei understood what he meant. It should be that as a reporter, he needs to be exposed to a lot of things, so he has a little more knowledge than ordinary people, which allowed him to survive smoothly.

"It's you, do you have research on antiques and the like?" Old Hu noticed that he had identified either the official clothes of the Qing Dynasty or the Peach Blossom Cup with water points, and he guessed like this because he was either rich or expensive.

Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head: "There is no research, but I happen to know. How long has Brother Hu been in this game?"

"It's been a month." Old Hu breathed out a puff of smoke vicissitudes, "But I don't know as much as you. Anyway, go back and study the rules of the game on your mobile phone. If you have time, you can play those small games."

Just after he finished speaking, the train braked suddenly, and Ren Yifei felt his whole body fly up, and the carriage in front of him twisted into a whirlpool, sucking him in.

"manager?"

Ren Yifei opened his eyes, and found himself sitting firmly in the back seat of a car. There was a faint fragrance in the air, and the car was running very steadily. An urban white-collar beside him was looking at him nervously. Glowing peach blossom.

"What's the matter?" Ren Yifei remained expressionless, but he raised 1 vigilances in his heart. These people knew the original owner, and this was the real beginning of the interpretation.

"Manager, I'm here." The urban white-collar whispered, still shy and uncomfortable being in the same room with the 'male god'.

"Ah."

The car stopped at an intersection ahead, and the urban white-collar worker in the back seat got out of the car and said goodbye to him.

The car drove a long distance, and when he turned the corner, Ren Yifei could still see the other party standing in place and looking at this place. It seemed that the original owner had attractive qualities, but he didn't know whether it was money, face or ability.

"Boss, are you going back now?" the driver in front asked him.

"Go back." Ren Yifei reached out and pinched the base of his nose, with a tired expression on his face, "Call me when we arrive."

"Yes." The driver in front noticed his tired look, reached out and pressed the button to raise the fender.

The rear seat became very quiet, Ren Yifei took out his identity card:

[One of the players is a murderer, find it, or live for seven days. 】

[Role task: become a person who cannot be forgotten. 】

[Identity: Player. 】

[Role: Player. 】

[Keywords: mini games. 】

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