The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Characters and identities are players, which is really rare. However, the role's mission is actually to "become a person who cannot be forgotten". Does this role think that he is not enough to attract people's attention, and hopes to have more characteristics, preferably for a thousand years?

Thinking of this, Ren Yifei took out his resume.

The character's name is Zhong Lan, a product of a typical business-government marriage. His mother is an official's sister, and his father is a rich second-generation. After he was born, his parents' marriage was dead in name only, and he was raised by his always serious grandfather.

Because of the family environment, Zhong Lan has a serious temper since childhood, and has been following the steps until he inherited the family business after graduation.

Judging from the data, this is a good boy who follows the rules, and his serious and indifferent appearance is his protective film.

If there is no accident, his future is to find a suitable wife, give birth to children to inherit the business. And he has indeed reached this stage, and is currently preparing to marry a daughter of a certain group, but an accident happened.

Oh, this accident is not the love story with whom he suddenly staged 'President Iceberg fell in love with me', but the matter of 'mini games'.

President Bingshan has no intention of falling in love at work every day, and he has hardly even played games. But he didn't know what he clicked on, and as a result, he clicked into the world of 'mini games'. Didn't survive a game after that.

Zhong Lan knows a lot. He may pass other games when he encounters it, but the first small game is related to the customs of the Qing Dynasty, which happens to be his weakness.

When he was about to die, he sorted out his past and found that his previous life was so pale-if he died, except for his grandfather, he might miss him (or maybe not, because for his grandfather, family business is more important than family business. The grandson is more important, not to mention he has more than one grandson), and everyone else will soon forget him, including his parents.

He didn't live for himself, all his choices were given to him by others.

And other people's understanding of him is also so weak: although he looks outstanding and capable, he is a very boring person, like a puppet introduced by someone.

"If there is an afterlife, I want to be an unforgettable person and do what I really want to do." He made such a wish before dying.

This time, there is still a 'will' on your resume?

It is rare to encounter such an "ordinary" character with no hidden identity, but it cannot be forgotten... Everyone has an undiscovered charm, and Zhong Lan also has it.

Only some people's charm is the peacock opening screen, which is strong and eye-catching, and some people's charm is the deep valley lily, who likes to open quietly. Not being noticed by others does not mean that you are not attractive and will be easily forgotten.

Maybe he has some misunderstanding of himself, Ren Yifei thought.

"Huh?" A text message came from the phone, signed 'Lao Hu', he gave a number, said it was a small group of gamers, and wanted to pull him in too.

Ren Yifei was not in a hurry to join the group, he opened the app for the small game.

Player: Zhong Lan

Level: lv.1

Credits: 6

These are the three fixed messages, in addition to them, there are several more messages below.

Next game time: 22:00.

Next Game Hint: 8×8

During the non-game period, the existence of the game shall not be disclosed to any non-player, otherwise it will be obliterated.

An invitation code can be sent to non-players within ten minutes before the game starts, and an exemption will be granted after a successful invitation.

He stared at the last message for a long time. He remembered that the resume said that the original owner did not know what to touch before entering the game world.

According to the style of this good boy, he should not go over the wall or read spam websites at will.

Is it possible that he was tricked?

Thinking of this, Ren Yifei immediately opened several communication software to see who had approached him recently. Take a look at even mailboxes to see recently opened mailboxes.

It was nine-thirty when he woke up in the carriage, when he glanced at his watch, and was pretty sure that was the time.

But after reading the records, I didn't contact anyone deliberately at this time, nor did I open the mailbox.

"Could it be that the invitation code will disappear after reading it?"

Hiding this suspicion in his heart, he continued to read the following.

"64? No, I specifically pointed out 'multiplied by'...or what does this symbol mean?" After thinking for a long time, Ren Yifei chose to ask for help from the almighty netizen.

You can't reveal the existence of the game to non-players, and you can't show some information for help.

Ren Yifei, who is good at playing word games, took out the protective props and tapped: 8×8, what do you think of when you see this?

One second, two seconds, three seconds, nothing happened, he put away the prop amulet, reached out and touched his forehead, and found that there was some thin sweat, it turned out that he was also nervous.

"A wheeled armored vehicle with eight wheels?"

"Magic cube?"

Messages appeared on this knowledge exchange forum soon, and the high rewards set by Ren Yifei attracted many people.

But he waited for a while, and didn't poke his answer further. Everyone's guesses were varied, but none of them had an overwhelming advantage.

"If the netizens can't do it, can the old players provide some help?" Thinking about it, he chose to join the player group, codenamed 'workaholic'. There is an announcement on the group: players are welcome to communicate with each other.

"Welcome newcomers~"

"Yo, there seems to be a little brother here."

As soon as he entered, a bunch of bubbles appeared inside, and they all said that newcomers were welcome. Ren Yifei took advantage of the situation and sent out a five-digit red envelope, which was robbed in three seconds.

There were about twenty people in the group, and he was not sure what percentage of the total twenty people accounted for, and which level of the game they were in.

After thinking over and over again, he did not rush for help, but turned off the phone and pondered, trying to connect the broken timeline before and after, to find out why the original owner entered the mini-game, and to explore the opportunity for the existence of this infinite world.

Their car stopped for a second at the gate of a high-end community, and the car drove in smoothly and entered the villa area.

After ten o'clock, the road was brightly lit. And these lights only shine on the driveway, and the rest of the light is blocked by the tall trees on both sides, and will not disturb the residents on both sides.

There are villas on both sides of the driveway, and each villa is surrounded by neat and tall trees.

The basic shapes of these villas are the same, but the decoration is completely different, and the distance between them is also far away, so it will not feel crowded.

"Boss, it's here." Before long, the driver's voice sounded. The baffles in the middle of the front and rear seats slowly lowered, and Ren Yifei looked out. The first thing I saw was a yard full of roses, and the balcony above was also lush with flowers and plants, with deep purple spider plants hanging down.

The car was parked in front of a very luxurious villa. As soon as it stopped here, a security guard trotted all the way to the door and opened the door for him: "Master, you are back."

"..." Ren Yifei was not used to this title.

Ren Yifei thought that young people of this age should live alone, and when he entered, he saw an old man. Although he was old, his eyes were very bright, and he had an aura of not being angry and arrogant.

"Grandpa." Ren Yifei saw at first glance that this old man was the real owner of the family, so there was no need to ask who he was.

"Well, back? There's soup in the kitchen."

After the old man spoke, the whole house seemed to have turned on the switch. Those who went to the kitchen came over with the old man's wheelchair... Everyone was quietly doing their own work.

Ren Yifei was still trying to figure out the original owner's performance when he was at home, and wondered whether it would be more appropriate to be a little more enthusiastic.

However, does this family still have the habit of eating supper at ten o'clock? He thought that wealthy people who focus on health care would not eat anything after nine o'clock.

"Master." A woman in a dark long dress came over and saw that she was about to take the coat in his hand. Ren Yifei handed him his coat, feeling somewhat awkward. He really didn't like that there were too many strangers in the room.

Even if these people are well-trained, the house of a dozen or so abruptly creates an unmanned effect of 'you can hear a needle falling on the ground'.

After that, the old man didn't speak, and he didn't open his mouth. Looking at the expressions of the people around him, it seemed that this was normal.

If the original owner grew up in this kind of environment, it would be normal for him to be as cold as he is now.

On the long square table, the old man sat in the top position, and Ren Yifei was on his left, because the cutlery was placed, and he didn't need to look for it.

When he walked over, the housemaid moved the chair away. All the movements are so skillful that it seems to have been performed hundreds of times.

After a while, the soup was served. There are only two masters in the family, and the soup in front of them is different. In front of the old man is millet porridge, which is easy to digest and absorb. And in front of him was mushroom soup, and he didn't know if it was the original owner's habit or the old man's habit.

"Remember to invite Miss An out for dinner tomorrow night."

Miss An is the blind date mentioned in her resume, and the two are well matched.

Ren Yifei's hand grabbed the food: "I have something to do tomorrow."

"I asked your assistant, but there are no arrangements for tomorrow night." The old man was still talking about his own arrangements, "It's not that you can just make an appointment when you meet. If you don't mean it, neither will we elders. Forcing, after all, is marriage, not revenge."

Having said that, it would not be in line with the original owner's character to refuse again. Ren Yifei replied softly: "I will let someone arrange it."

The old man raised his head to look at him and sighed, "It's no wonder that girls don't like you when you're so businesslike. You always have to pick a gift or send a bunch of flowers. This is the future wife, and you must respect her."

Ren Yifei: "..." Silence.

He was using the spoon to draw the soup regularly to dissipate heat, and the spoon did not touch the wall of the bowl once. Because he didn't know the rules of eating in this family, he simply put everything he had learned into practice.

That's why he doesn't like living with people, suddenly there are too many restraints.

After eating a bowl of soup for more than ten minutes, the old man stopped the spoon, and Ren Yifei also put down the spoon.

"If you really don't have time, let Xiao Wei bring the gift list and you can pick one." The old man glanced at him, although his eyes were normal, but Ren Yifei still read out the taste of "hate iron is not steel".

"..." Isn't that what you spent thinking about this meal?

Looking at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock, and the old man's wheelchair was pushed into a small elevator, all the way up to the third floor. Ren Yifei walked down the stairs.

He didn't even know which floor and which room the original owner lived in. Originally, I wanted to see if there were any traces on the floor so that he could see the path, but I didn't want the floor to be clean and nothing could be seen.

I'm embarrassed, I'm almost walking to the second floor, how can I explain that I forgot the room number?

Although Ren Yifei could not wait for the reminder, the reality was so cruel. The servants were all there, but none of them came forward to give him a reminder, and the second floor had already arrived.

Left or right? Second or third floor?

This is a sending proposition.

He was silent for a second, pretended to feel the phone vibrate in his pocket, looked down at his pants, then took out the phone naturally, with a look of indifference looking at documents, flicking his fingers up and down to find clues.

'Xiao Wei', this is the name that the old man mentioned before, maybe it is an assistant, maybe the other party can send some information.

He quickly found 'Xiao Wei', and it turned out to be an assistant. The communication was full of trivial matters of the company, not a single one related to life. Not to mention things like private homes and room numbers.

He stayed at the stairs on the second floor for too long, and felt that the people downstairs were looking over.

Help, can anyone talk about personal life?

Ren Yifei had a sullen face, like a social animal who was busy with work during his rest time, but his heart was always on SOS: save the children.

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