The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Saman entered the backstage of the school again, and began dragging the list at a snail's pace, making sure that Ren Yifei on the other end could even write down the phone numbers of the students.

Undoubtedly, he has seen through Ren Yifei's intention to steal information, and he is sure that he will not just send a mosquito over.But Saman didn't say anything, just silently provided convenience.

Ren Yifei decided to treat him better when he went back.

"How are you? Neck." Xiao Huamosquito crawled onto the computer screen, humming the words 'draw'.

Saman's expression softened, and he looked less gloomy: "It's expanding, but it doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't drag until the last day."

Saman was comforting Ren Yifei. In fact, he had a bad feeling since he came to this dungeon, and he couldn't do anything about the thing on his neck.

Ren Yifei had already heard that this was a lie, he controlled the mosquito to fly to Saman's hand: don't worry.

'Don't worry, if the Desolate Corner dares to do it, it will be demolished alive. '

Theoretically speaking, Ren Yifei is not yet capable of dismantling such a large system, but at this time he is still willing to brag and comfort his lover.

Whether Saman felt this kind of intention will not be mentioned for the time being, in short, Saman is very happy to be able to contact A Fei.Even in the form of a paper puppet.

He couldn't wait to share the information he got with Ren Yifei.

With the advantage of the original owner's identity, and staying in an environment where the original owner lived, as long as you search carefully, you can always find the clues left by the original owner, and then infer the original owner's personality, behavior style, hobbies, etc.

So Saman must know more than anyone else.

But it was of no use, at least not to him.The marks on Saman's neck spread towards his neck, and if he couldn't stop it, a circle would form in four days.

Although there is no evidence, he has a premonition that this dungeon is very targeted at him and seems to want to keep him here forever.No matter how many clues he found, he couldn't stop the sacrifice as a priest.

If things didn't turn around, he was bound to die, and it was useless if the gods came.

So being able to contact Ren Yifei at this moment is not only an extra way for Saman, but also a kind of psychological comfort.Assuming that he really encountered misfortune this time, at least he wouldn't leave without warning, and he could say goodbye.

"The original owner is an unqualified priest." Saman typed on the computer, he was worried that the walls have ears.

The little mosquito landed on top of Saman's head, carefully watching the words on the computer screen.

"The person who holds the highest level of sacrifice must be a priestess in the clan. If the original owner forced the sacrifice, even if he didn't design himself as a sacrifice, the end would be dismal."

Saman's statement confirmed Ren Yifei's guess. The vice president is indeed a fanatical believer, but sadly, he is not qualified enough.

Although he can occasionally feel 'extraordinary power' (the original subject), most of the time he can only watch others being favored by the gods, get inspiration from dreams, and even break through.

Contact with this kind of mysterious life, although there is a high possibility of death, but there is also a certain possibility of being inspired to become an outstanding artist.

Saman wasn't sure if that was the reason for the original owner's desperation.However, it is a certain fact that the original owner attempted to drag innocent people into the water and create opportunities for himself.

"You know that some insects in nature have the habit of eating their mates during mating. The females eat while mating to replenish energy. Once the energy is low, the females will start to eat the males, starting from the head. Therefore, in order to avoid death, If they want to leave offspring, there are males who prepare enough food in advance.

"The original owner thought the sacrifice was the same. As long as there were enough sacrifices, he would be able to benefit without losing his life. He was a little too naive."

Ren Yifei in the library nodded imperceptibly: Really?In this case, of course, you can eat as much as you come, and there is no order.At least he never picked the quantity when he devoured things before.

"So, his obsession is that he is still 'dead' in the end, and wants to change this ending?"

The little mosquito struggled to utter a word on the screen, and Saman watched it for a while before he understood what the word was.

"No, the fact is more uncomfortable than this. His sacrifice was not completely successful, but he did send many people to meet the mysterious life, except him. The increase in the number of sacrifices seems to have no effect on whether he can be favored or not. effect."

The case was solved, the original owner's artistic talent was not enough, and the mysterious life didn't like it.

This can't even be done in a meeting, and the others are even more nonsense.No matter what the original owner wanted to achieve, or to meet the 'mysterious existence', his hopes were completely defeated.

The two of them were talking through the paper puppet, analyzing the vice president bit by bit, trying to find some clues.Suddenly, a gust of wind came from Saman's bedroom.

"What's wrong?" The little mosquito was blown down and slid on the table.Saman immediately took it back into his palm.

The wind got stronger, black shadows appeared on the wall out of thin air, and Ren Yifei vaguely smelled the aura of killing.Saman didn't look back, but quickly deleted all the previous conversations, and chose not to keep the files when closing.

The little mosquito rested on the back of his hand and vibrated its wings, as if asking: What happened.

"It's just a player." Saman carefully put the little mosquito into a small hood, and then placed it on the shelf.

Through the eyes of the paper puppet, Ren Yifei looked at the closed space of Saman. He didn't know what skill he used to break open the space and drag the player hidden in the dark.

The player couldn't understand, he obviously used the skill of long-distance assassination, why was he dragged here together?

"Stupid." Ren Yifei thought to himself, "Saman's item library has more than ten pages, and there are probably a lot of passive skills in the skill library, how can he be killed so easily."

He really wanted to take a closer look at the battle situation, but Saman grabbed a handkerchief and covered the glass cover.

Ren Yifei: ...

This handkerchief belonged to the vice-president, a clean gray-blue check handkerchief, whitish from washing.Ren Yifei also saw two capital English letters the size of sesame seeds embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, with an & implicitly used in the middle.

L&Y.

"Huh? Isn't this a couple's handkerchief? The vice president still has a date?"

Outside, Saman and that player were fighting in full swing. Ren Yifei didn't know who this player was, only that they used props and skills respectively.

As a camouflage stream, Ren Yifei's biggest trouble here is caused by NPCs, so he doesn't know that the battle between players is so dangerous.

Those players said they wanted to kill him and Saman, but they didn't mean it, but they couldn't find him, so they didn't do anything.

Through the semi-transparent handkerchief, the line of sight is blocked, and with the miniature body, seeing things will be distorted.So Ren Yifei didn't know what kind of life-and-death struggle these two had gone through, he only saw the final result.

The assailant was dead, and the body was lying on the ground without blood, and it looked like it had been poisoned.

And Saman sprayed medicine on his wound with a blank expression. This liquid medicine will form a biofilm on the wound and accelerate wound healing. It is a high-level and rare prop.

He opened the glass cover, and the little mosquitoes flew out: which one is the first?

It eagerly 'writes' in the air.

"One yesterday, one today." Saman had already treated the wound, and he sat down again, as if the corpse behind him didn't exist.

Also, if the player dies at the hands of the player, the corpse will disappear without a trace soon.

Behind them is the dormitory that was mostly destroyed, and under their feet are the players who have died in peace, but this does not prevent them from continuing to analyze the character of the vice president based on the existing clues, and guess his current identity.

"The vice president is a transsexual, everyone knows that."

Seeing the little mosquito looking up and listening carefully, Saman continued: "According to the few words left by this man, he not only has a personality disorder, but also secretly envies other girls who can wear skirts and have long hair openly.

"From his point of view, this time the copy can choose a role, which is equivalent to giving him a chance to choose his own life role again."

According to Saman's analysis results, he believes that the current role of the vice president is more likely to be a beautiful and popular woman.

Ren Yifei recognized the results of Saman's analysis, and put forward his own opinion - the women chosen by the vice president must be familiar to him, and even met often.

Not why, just because 'he is envious'.

"Envy needs a clear target. The closer you get, the greater the possibility." The little mosquito flew up and stayed on the embroidered letters of the handkerchief. "Does the vice president have a good friend? Or a woman who pursues him?"

The vice president's surname is Liu, L, and now he is very curious about who Y is.

"Huh?" Saman noticed the embroidered characters on the handkerchief.

The handkerchief had been stacked there before, and Saman ignored the ant-sized embroidery when checking.

"Let me check."

Saman had already transferred all the personal files of the original owner to a folder, and it was very convenient to find them now.

Soon they found some clues, which were sent by others, asking the vice president about emotional gossip.This person made fun of the vice president, saying that he and that girl were so close, they entered and exited together, was there something wrong with that?

The vice president of course denied it flatly, only saying that he was a friend and he was not worthy.

This passage did not specify who it was, but only mentioned that it was a member of the community.

"It's very likely. Always going in and out at the same time can actually explain some problems. Maybe this girl is the ideal type for the vice president—the ideal type for becoming a girl." Saman looked at the handkerchief and shook his head.

"But it seems that the girl misunderstood, and the vice president must be in a very complicated mood."

"You can look for it in the small community group, the 'ghost' is in the small community group right now." Ren Yifei affirmed.

Criminals will instinctively focus on their own case, just like 90.00% of people will look at the toilet after using the toilet before flushing.

Therefore, he is likely to hide in the victim and keep an eye on what is going on.

The girl surnamed Y, a member of the club, looks not too bad, is the third type of people in the official list.

Checking in this direction, it seems that the target is very obvious.

"There are two qualified girls in the small community group, Yu Xueming and Yu Huijun. They have good external conditions. Xiaojia Biyu is the type that many boys will like."

"Choose one? It's too easy, and it always feels like a fraud." Ren Yifei didn't believe in the integrity of the corner of the barrenness.

"It's better to fight quickly. Whether there is a trap or not, you have to look at it first to judge. I will find an opportunity to meet with these two people." Saman already has an idea in his heart.

The situation on Ren Yifei's side is a bit more complicated, because he still has to maintain his personality, and he doesn't know what reason to meet them.

"Saman is going to take the lead in this game?" Ren Yifei cut off the contact with the mosquito and returned to the library.

In just a short while, the number of people in the library has increased, and it is the end of the semester. Even if there is an epidemic, it will not delay everyone's hard work and not failing the subject.

"Ding—" There was a new message in the small group, but it was a message that Ren Yifei didn't expect.

"How many people in a coma in the hospital died?"

what happened?It's not even eleven o'clock, so it's not the time for ghosts to kill people.And he has cut off their connection with the mysterious existence, and it is impossible for the interference of the mysterious power, so how could several of them die?

"Ghost, do you still have a helper?" Ren Yifei covered his forehead, closed his eyes, and went through all the previous information. Suddenly, he remembered the stack of handkerchiefs that had been washed and were still cherished on the shelf.

Is the vice president's feelings for this woman just envious?And the handkerchief that woman gave to the vice president as a token of love was just a misunderstanding?

The premise of their deduction of the ghost's identity is that the ghost, as a transsexual, thinks he is a woman in his heart, wants to be a woman, and likes men.

"But who stipulated that transsexuals must like the same sex?"