The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The place where the wife of the main room lived was indeed much larger and more luxurious than the room of the concubine's room. There was even a glass kang screen on the 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 new Ren Yifei.

The lights in the room were all lit, and more than a dozen candles and oil lamps illuminated the same as in the daytime, except that the light source was a little yellow.

The two old players rummaged through things very quickly, and from their neat movements, Ren Yifei was able to pick out the words "race against time".

"Dyeing emerald, no." The scarred woman held a green bracelet with eyes like a wolf in the night. Just the next second, her eyes dimmed, she threw the bracelet on the table angrily, cursed in a low voice, and continued to search.

It seems that a mistake will not die, but it does have to pay a little price. While thinking about it, Ren Yifei walked over and picked up the three-lobed bracelet.

Green round bracelets, as the woman with scars said, dyed bracelets are not good for planting water. The inside is the foundation of bean green, and the outer layer is 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.

In the late Qing Dynasty, Empress Dowager Cixi loved green jadeite. 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 particular emphasis on planting water and color in later generations. Cixi liked green, so green was highly regarded.

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

This time, I understood the period, it was the end of the Qing Dynasty.

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

She had looked for wardrobes and boxes of various sizes before, all of which were open, and clothes and jewelry were piled on the ground in a mess.

Ren Yifei glanced over and saw the official dress and official uniform in a box.

The official dress is on one side, with a rhinoceros patch on it (the emblem of a Qing Dynasty official), and a top wearing flower plume. The top wear is yangwen engraved gold, and the flower ling is five-eyed flower ling (peacock tail hair).

A typical eighth-grade military attaché dress.

The official dress is next to the official dress. Looking at them together, it should be a husband and wife, and the husband asked his wife to make an appointment.

In the Qing Dynasty, women's dresses were still dominated by the traditional coat skirts and phoenix crowns of the Han nationality, but there was a patch behind them.

Generally speaking, the wife's tonic is with her husband or son, but the Qing Dynasty ordered the wife's tonic, regardless of martial arts, to use the bird pattern. On this patch, however, was a rhino.

The rhinoceros on the uniforms of the Qing officials are military attachés of the seventh or eighth rank, and the tonics for the civil servants are egrets or quails.

Ren Yifei walked over and picked up the woman's dress.

"The dress of the Qing Dynasty women's dress should have a bird pattern." After he finished speaking, the rhinoceros immediately turned into the egrets.

"Huh?" Why is the egret, the egret is the seventh rank.

A woman's official order is to follow her husband, and rarely surpass her husband. Ren Yifei felt that something was wrong when he looked at Dingdai Hualing again.

"Should it be a plain gold top?"

Sure enough, the top of the Yangwen engraved gold became a plain gold top, and another mistake was found.

The scarred woman noticed, and regret flashed across her eyes. But she quickly put away this emotion.

The focus of each mini-game is different. This finding the difference game is to test one's knowledge and one's eyesight.

Whoever can go.

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

Ren Yifei looked at the time on the phone, fifteen minutes had passed, and fifteen minutes left.

The information I have now is: in the late Qing Dynasty, during or after the reign of Cixi, the residence of the seventh-rank military attache, during the Dragon Boat Festival. Now there is only one precise point, and this coordinate axis comes out.

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

This is all his previous experience of stealing on the set. In fact, many production crews will hire historical consultants to check for mistakes and omissions, but occasionally due to market demand, they can only turn a blind eye to some obvious mistakes.

At this time, the professors who were invited as consultants would faint in anger. Because Ren Yifei is quiet enough, he will occasionally become the object of conversation, and this is how he learned these experiences.

For the rest of the time, he was still searching in the main house, but most of his knowledge of this era came from the set, and he had not studied systematically, so he searched for a long time and could not find more.

On the contrary, the two old players in the same room found one or two inappropriate points in just a few minutes.

Of course, they each failed once.

Seeing that the time had come to an end and there were only three minutes left, Ren Yifei decided to go to the yard and point out a point he had doubted before.

Since you won't die if you're wrong, why not give it a try?

That's good, if it's wrong, at least you have experience.

He walked past the clothes and study utensils that had been thrown on the ground, and suddenly, he saw a pen holder on the ground.

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

He bent down and picked up the pen holder: "Is there no wool porcelain in this era?"

The white porcelain pen holder in the style of water-dotted peach blossoms in his hand flashed 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.

Ren Yifei will stay on the set even when he is not filming. As long as he listens and watches carefully, he can always learn a lot.

Mao porcelain refers to the porcelain specially designed for the chairman in a special era, representing the artistic aesthetics and ceramic level of that era.

For this detail, the crew at that time also bought several pieces of imitated modern porcelain, which were used as daily necessities for the characters in the play. He inquired out of curiosity, and later saw the authentic water point peach cup in the museum, so he was somewhat impressed.

With this little effort, the scarred woman 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 was his blind spot of knowledge.

There is still one minute left to finish.

He hurriedly walked out of the main room, the wailing middle-aged man could no longer speak, he hugged his legs, his face was full of tears after struggling, but he had 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 Dragon Boat Festival, don't draw water."

It was a custom among the people of Beijing in the Qing Dynasty to not draw water on the Dragon Boat Festival. But he couldn't be sure that this was Beijing City, and he couldn't be sure that today was the day of the Dragon Boat Festival.

It's a gamble.

He pursed his lips tightly, not knowing what to do.

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

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

5, 4, 3...

The numbers on the phone changed every second, like a gun pointed at the forehead, and when the time was up, the trigger was pulled. Ren Yifei can completely understand the ecstasy of that person.

2, 1, 0!

In a blink of an eye, he was in front of the previous carriage again, and he still raised his arm, looking at the watch on his wrist, on which the second hand had just jumped one step.

Ten o'clock, zero one second.

a second? Is it actually a second? Ren Yifei raised his head sharply and saw the two old players with relaxed expressions, as well as the woman in pajamas laughing.

Everyone else, middle-aged office workers, young men, and black-skinned boys, kept their heads down and didn't move, their normal skin revealed a dead blue-gray.

Ren Yifei swallowed his saliva, feeling his throat a little dry.

"Sure enough, you survived." The round-faced man looked at him, "Sometimes a carload of newcomers won't survive a single one, but seeing that you can quickly organize your emotions and calm yourself down when you wake up, I will I think you might be able to 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 that of the Wilderness. One is cutting the flesh with a dull knife, although it is painful, it is still alive. One is a quick knife to cut the throat, pain is quick, and death is eternal.

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

"Okay." Ren Yifei said.

After the game, the round-faced man, Lao 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, and I never thought 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, and this allows him to survive smoothly.

"It's you, do you have research on antiques and the like?" Lao Hu noticed that he identified either the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty or the peach cup with water, and seeing how he was either rich or expensive, he guessed like this.

Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head: "I don't have much research, but I happen to know. How long has Brother Hu been in this game?"

"It's been a month." Old Hu exhaled a cigarette in a vicissitudes of life. "But I don't know as much as you. Anyway, go back and study the rules of the game on the mobile phone and play those small games when you have time."

Just after he finished speaking, the train came to a sudden stop, Ren Yifei felt that his whole body was flying, and the carriage in front of him twisted into a vortex and sucked him in.

"manager?"

Ren Yifei opened his eyes and found himself sitting firmly in the back seat of a car. There was a faint scent in the air, and the running car was also very stable. An urban white-collar worker next to him was looking at him nervously. Peach blossoms.

"What's wrong?" Ren Yifei didn't look on his face, but raised ten thousand vigilance in his heart. These people knew the original owner, and this was the real beginning of the interpretation.

"Manager, my house is here." The urban white-collar worker whispered, with a kind of shyness and discomfort of being in the same room with the "male god".

"Ok."

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

The car drove far away, and when he turned the corner, Ren Yifei could still see the other party standing there and looking at it. 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 stretched out his hand and pinched the root of his nose with a tired expression, "Call me when you arrive."

"Yes." The driver in front noticed his tired look and reached out to press the button to raise the flap.

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 mission: Become a person who cannot be forgotten. 】

[Identity: Player. 】

[Role: Player. 】

[Keywords: mini-games. 】

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