The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

He sat down and asked for a glass of wine.

A card was pressed on the table, and Ren Yifei's finger pressed one end: "This map of exchange dungeons must have everything that should be there."

Those players glanced at the card: nail gun, a fairly useful item, with a wide range of applicability.

"There are too many restrictions on this item." A player took a fancy to it, and he tried to bargain with him.

"Voluntary principle, fair trade." Ren Yifei emphasized.

Using props and people for clues, or clues for clues, these are some basic common sense about high-end games mentioned in the materials that Saman passed on to him. Ren Yifei was practicing for the first time, but he acted like a veteran.

Cooperation between players is very complicated because they do not trust each other and cooperation is unsupervised. Therefore, sometimes the result of in-depth cooperation is to be pitted with blood.

"Players don't need friends." This unspoken rule should be engraved on the stele in the Desolation Corner.

Based on this, the way these people choose to cooperate is to exchange information and props, but do not share their plans. Maybe they end up in conflict, or maybe they have a wonderful collaboration unintentionally, it all depends on the situation.

"Map." A folded piece of paper was moved over, and the person who spoke was a well-behaved player, seventeen or eighteen, with thin hair that was soft and fluffy, like a feather.

Ren Yifei hesitated for a moment, this thing is like opening a blind box, and it cannot be returned.

In the end, he let go of the fingers holding the card and picked up the piece of paper.

I didn't expect it to be a map. The regional divisions, routes, and well-known buildings are all on it. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. Some very confidential locations, such as laboratories and special casinos, also have all of them, and even mark the camera positions in various places.

It was so complete that he couldn't help but suspect it was fake.

The player over there has already taken the card and said, "I'm not personally qualified." This explains why he is willing to make this somewhat loss-making business.

"Thank you." Ren Yifei put away the map, took a sip of wine and left the lively bar.

As soon as he went out, he spit out the wine in his mouth, turned and walked into another alley.

A small tail followed him from the bar, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the person who had just left: "Hey, I lost it. But I just took a picture of him. It's a frontal photo."

Ren Yifei entered a certain Internet cafe, and now he has a different appearance.

There is a network in the base, a small local area network, where residents of the base can chat and play games to pass the time. After spending some money, Ren Yifei opened the Internet for an hour.

The laboratory marked on the map is located under the ground of a certain scientific research institute, so what he is looking for is the information of the researchers on the bright side of that research institute.

Age, gender, home address, basic information... these can be directly checked. Ren Yifei wrote these down and got up to leave the Internet cafe.

He stepped out of the Internet cafe one after another with a man wearing a mask, and the uncomfortable air was mixed with a small amount of burnt aroma.

Ren Yifei took one more look, only to see the back walking towards a coffee shop. He himself turned to leave.

According to the clues on the map, he went all the way to a special residential area, which was either high-level people or people with special contributions.

After waiting for five minutes, someone came out, a middle-aged man with a pot belly.

The door guard checked his documents, and the middle-aged man left with his bag. Before walking far, Ren Yifei, who had been lurking for a long time, knocked him unconscious, took off his clothes and all documents, and stuffed it into the trash can.

"Are you back?" The guard at the door wondered.

Ren Yifei just nodded irritably.

The guard didn't dare to ask what was going on. After checking the documents, there was no problem, and they let him go.

After more than half an hour, a researcher from a research institute living in their community came out, greeted him with a smile, and left.

Entering the laboratory requires many checkpoints. First, he has to check the documents and check whether there are any prohibited electronic products, and then he needs to verify the iris and fingerprints.

It would take about three to five minutes for him to enter the lab.

No, he has not yet reached the real laboratory. From the door to the inside, there is a corridor about ten meters long.

"Hello." A tall, bespectacled researcher came across.

"Hello." Ren Yifei greeted with a smile, and wiped off the saline solution from the corners of his eyes—the light made him feel very uncomfortable.

They passed by, and then he smelled a little poppy fruit.

Oh, it's that player, Ren Yifei remembered him.

The face is different, I don't know what camouflage skills or props are used. Ren Yifei also smelled a little **** smell, very faint.

He guessed that the player was either injured or had someone else's blood on his body.

This trip really met a lot of people.

Ren Yifei walked all the way to the door of the laboratory, the induction door opened silently, and the strong smell of blood came to his nostrils, and he was stunned for a while.

The lab was quiet, **** it, it all seemed to be dead. The researcher in the white coat was either lying on the case or fell to the ground, and the knife was fatal, and the second knife was not made.

Looking at the blood that came out, they just died, and they didn't die from stab wounds, they were poisoned.

"Den deng, deng deng." Ren Yifei stretched out his hand, raised his glasses, and walked in as if nothing had happened. He walked slowly past the still uncooled corpses and walked towards a small glass room.

About one square meter, there was a naked monster with short hair sitting inside. He was the size of a young man.

The dying monster had a human face and was as thin as a bone. He also has a long tail, a pair of furry triangular ears, a lot of fine yellow-brown short hair, and many stitched scars on his body.

I don't know why, but seeing him feels very kind.

Ren Yifei walked over uncontrollably.

"Xiao Ba." The monster spoke suddenly, and looked at Ren Yifei, "The smell on your body belongs to Xiao Ba. Why did you come back?"

Ren Yifei walked over, lay on the glass room, and looked at him.

"Come on..." The monster panted hard.

"How can I save you?" Ren Yifei asked.

"You can't save it," the monster looked at him with a grim face, "Don't waste our efforts, escape, and do what you should do."

"What should I do?"

"Crack!" The monster slapped the glass door with its last strength, "You are hope, as Sanjie said, you are hope."

"You are the last and the beginning."

The monster got agitated and shrank back. His voice was a little weak, and he asked, "Xiao Ba, is the moon beautiful? Like Sanjie? That human being praised Sanjie as the moon in the world, she must be beautiful."

"It's beautiful." Ren Yifei replied, although he didn't know what the third sister was like.

"When the silver light of the moon quietly falls on the sea, the sky and the earth are vast, and all sounds are silent. The soul seems to be sitting on a page of paper, fluttering to the sky, swaying in the evening wind."

Ren Yifei's fingers tightened, but a smile appeared on his face, and his voice was soft.

"It's good, you saw the moon." This seemed to have used up all his remaining strength, the monster sat down, closed his eyes, and lost his breath.

He just sat in the glass room, hugging his knees, with a shallow satisfied smile on his face, as if falling asleep.

Looking at the dead little monster, Ren Yifei's hands were tightly pressed against the glass, and there was a sour emotion flowing in his body, but he didn't know why he felt sad.

He stood there for a while, and it took him two minutes to clear up. Ren Yifei walked forward again, and he saw an open computer with a notification that the transfer was complete. No doubt, that stored USB stick or something has been removed.

He bent down and opened one of them.

A familiar face appeared on the screen, Scarlet Witch.

But much younger than he was at the moment, five or six years old at most, they were injecting him with something unknown, and that little chest gasped violently at an inhuman speed.

The child's eyes turned red under the influence of the drug, and the sharp teeth were protruding from the gums. He struggled violently, appetite written all over his face.

The medicine was still being injected, and the bound child was in pain. His breathing was even more violent and painful than at the beginning, and his skin began to turn blue, shriveled, and dehydrated, like a little old man.

The originally cute child turned into a complete monster, but the researchers did not stop their movements. In the thin tube, the liquid was still being injected.

Until a certain moment, the child on the stage stopped breathing.

"Quick! Dilute." At this time, the researcher finally moved, and they quickly injected another medicine.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, the heart that had stopped beating was beating again. The small chest began to rise and fall.

The child stared blankly at the lamp, with tears falling from his red eyes, no one cared. The researchers were busy documenting the results of the experiments.

"Okay, take it away."

With this sentence, the entire video screen went black.

"What's going on?" Ren Yifei was about to start the second video when someone came.

Da Da Da, after the hurried footsteps, the man had arrived behind Ren Yifei, and he seemed to recognize him: "Xiao Zhang, what's the situation, what happened to them? What happened to No. 7?"

Through another computer with a black screen, Ren Yifei saw the person's face, which he had seen on the website. This person is the director of the titular institute, and perhaps the main person in charge of the laboratory. He looks like a middle-aged man, but his hair is all white.

Last time the NPC seemed to have mentioned that a researcher in the laboratory once assisted the experiment to escape and finally died. That researcher is also the only son of the head of the research institute. Couldn't this white hair be white back then?

So will the head of the lab know more?

"Xiao Zhang." The person in charge of the laboratory opened his mouth, and saw 'Xiao Zhang', who had his back to him, turned his head, clearly a pair of red eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, at the entrance of the base.

"Mr. Zhang, who are you?" Abo, the gatekeeper, is very strange. This gentleman is a privileged person and can enter and leave the base at any time without a quota. But it's past nine o'clock now. It's a world of monsters outside. What's he doing out there?

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." Mr. Zhang, who was sitting in his private car, was indifferent.

The gatekeeper Aber shyly shut up and raised his hand to signal the door over there.

Mr. Zhang took back his credentials, stepped on the accelerator, and the car passed through the gate and drove straight into the depths of the darkness.

"President Zhang of the laboratory killed his colleague and experiment No. 7 and escaped from the base?" The base leader threw the cup, "What are you kidding?"

He didn't believe it at all, and he didn't have any reason to believe it.

"But," Dean Zhang's deputy was anxious, and showed the base leader the surveillance camera at the gate of the base, "Look, after the accident happened in the laboratory, he quietly left."

The leader of the base was even more disbelieving when he saw it. He was furious: "President Zhang can't drive! You keep saying that it is President Zhang, what about the monitoring over there in the laboratory?"

"The surveillance video on the laboratory side has been deleted." The vice president lowered his head.

It's okay not to say, but the leader is even more angry: "What do the people in charge of security eat?"

"The video was replaced, and what they saw was yesterday's surveillance video." The person in charge of security watched yesterday's surveillance, and naturally didn't find today's accident at all.

"I don't care how you push it, I'll find someone to fix it for me! Also, let someone chase the car immediately, get out!"

The vice president quickly got out of the chief's office.

"Ugh-"

Outside the base, the inflated tires ran over the ground full of plastic paper and sprinted towards the city.

Silent night, no-man's road, a car, two people.

Ren Yifei has restored the appearance of the Scarlet Witch, but instead of a red robe, he is wearing a slightly larger white lab coat of a researcher.

He had a calm expression, holding the steering wheel with one hand and tidiing the folds of his cuffs with the other.

On his right hand, there is a laptop computer with limited time, and only a small part of the information in it has been downloaded.

And in his trunk, a man with all kinds of ties was slowly waking up.

"Bang bang bang." There was a crashing sound from the trunk, and the car shook slightly. Ren Yifei held the steering wheel with one hand, and pressed his elbow against the window with one hand to support his face.

The car drove towards the depths of the night.

The author has something to say: Ah Fei: I'm leaving.