The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The servants downstairs walked over and over again. Although Ren Yifei had a calm expression on his face, there was a little perspiration on his temples, and he almost turned his head to look for someone.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the avatar in the address book.

The head of the original owner is a piece of flowers and grass, and you can vaguely see the trees trimmed into javelins below, and the gray-white driveway in the gap.

This is a picture taken while standing outside the balcony door.

And this balcony full of flowers and plants hanging with spider plants seems to have just been seen.

With a 'click', lightning struck, and the memory instantly returned to when his car slowly approached the villa more than ten minutes ago.

"It was there."

It is the mountains and rivers that have no way to go, and the willows and flowers are bright and yet another village.

In that instant, he already had a rough orientation map in his brain, Ren Yifei turned off the phone and walked to the right with a calm expression.

When I walked to a similar position, I saw a room door, opened it, and there was a single man's room with a combination of dark blue and gray. The string in his head suddenly loosened.

He walked in, closed the door, and his entire straight back softened. He tugged on his tie and walked towards the neat big bed.

The quilt seemed to have just been exposed to the sun, and it was soft and loose. He fell down in a large font, and sank softly into it, closing his eyes and not wanting to move.

From opening my eyes to now, I really haven't relaxed for a moment, and I suddenly found the feeling of just entering the barren corner.

I really want to sleep like this.

The bathing habit pulled him out of the soft bed, and he unbuttoned his watch, tore off his tie, undressed and went into the bathroom, the hot water washing his face.

Ten minutes later he appeared in front of the mirror wiping his hair.

In the mirror is a very handsome man, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a high nose, like an ice jade carving, showing a coldness that can only be seen from a distance.

"A person who can be easily forgotten?" Ren Yifei raised his eyebrows and began to doubt the original owner's aesthetics.

With such a slap in the face, why does he feel that he has no sense of existence?

Of course, being good-looking does not mean that you have confidants and friends, and it does not mean that you are very popular (too good-looking makes people discouraged and dare not think about it). But it is definitely a misunderstanding to think that you are easily forgotten.

At least his employees will definitely miss him when they meet the big-bellied Standard President in the future.

He went to bed after drying his hair. It was eleven o'clock at this time, and the card information was updated:

[First Night: Watch Dogs. 】

[12 players died, and the ghost seal was unlocked 12/99. 】

The evaluation of 'watchdog' is outrageous, as if it can taste the deep disgust of the desolate corner. He suddenly had a rather unreliable guess, such as peers being light...

Of course, this is not to say that this infinite stream is a 'ghost', because it is an iron rule that ghosts can only kill players after eleven o'clock. He guessed that the ghost was the manager or the custodian, and the two infinite streams were fighting through this copy.

To be precise, it was the Horn of Desolation who passed down the gauntlet to the infinite in the source world through the 'ghost': you see, you are nothing more than that.

And there were too many people who died on the first day, close to one-tenth, and this was just one face to face.

It seems that there are not as many spring banquets, but this is a group of high-end players, elites who have experienced a hundred battles. The result came to this infinite world, and so many died on the first day. It seems that the Horn of Desolation is not level.

If he was the official of the Horn of Desolation, he would feel that his face was dull and shameful.

Of course, Ren Yifei had a guess that these unfortunate players who died should not be wearing rookies, but old players. They could not adapt to the rules of the game here for a while, and they would be eliminated.

But in any case, the players of the Horn of Desolation, the culture class needs to be improved.

Oh, and Ren Yifei as well, he is quite good at partial subjects.

Putting away the identity card, he checked the items he carried one by one.

"The Horn of Desolation is no longer a human being." Ren Yifei clicked his tongue when he looked at the effective props and skills.

The props and skills he carries are all unlimited: props include ink bone fan, guardian charm, moon elf heart and activity map, skills include resume, archangel's breath, deception, and ghost cards are Fallen Angel and Mother Harue.

In most worlds, they can be used casually. However, this time, the heart of the moon spirit, the event map, and the deception all turned into invalid gray.

Co-authored, except for the healing and basic types, other cheats can't be used?

Although it is a world of infinite flow, props and skills are limited to the 'ordinary world'. He could smell the gunpowder smoke of two infinite worlds fighting across time and space.

Players are the pawns and cannon fodder.

Because Ren Yifei was carrying unlimited props, he could use half of it. He couldn't even imagine the expressions on other people's faces when most of his props and skills were found to be invalid.

You must be eager to dance at the official grave of the Horn of Desolation.

Before drowsiness struck, he browsed through the latest communication information in the address book, grandpa's, grandpa's nursing He Jun, assistant Xiaowei's, secretary... and found that they were basically work-related, and the original owner lived a very simple life. , and there are no friends who can go out on weekends.

As for the mailbox, not to mention, it's all work. For example, the revenue curve of some major products recently, and the design department preparing to go abroad to participate in the competition.

He also found out that the company is actually a jewelry group. It has several sub-brands, focusing on wedding jewelry and light luxury fashion jewelry.

This is a family business. Although he is the general manager, it is also because his grandfather loves him. In fact, there are many uncles and cousins ​​in it. It is not a place where he has the final say.

"No wonder he has such feelings." Even if there is no original owner, there are still several cousins ​​who can come up and take the position of general manager. He is not necessary for work.

The same is true of business, family, friendship and love.

"When he's gone, the world keeps spinning, and no one is suffering from the pain of his death. What if I'm gone?"

This question hit Ren Yifei's heart.

He thought he was invulnerable, but suddenly a strange, inexplicable sadness arose. He's dead, is there anyone who can't sleep for him all night? Will anyone miss him until the end of his life?

Will anyone suddenly cry because they accidentally saw the relics he left behind?

"Why is it so sad all of a sudden? It's all Saman's fault, what flags are being erected indiscriminately."

If Saman didn't say that, he wouldn't think about it. If he didn't think about it, he wouldn't make a will foolishly. Without a will, he would not think about the afterlife.

In the final analysis, it's all the dessert players' fault!

Ren Yifei never believed in flags, but the first time he heard that sentence, he was still in shock. He has always been very rational, and he will make that stupid superstitious decision under the influence of emotions: use the flag to crack the flag.

Until now, Ren Yifei felt that he must have been drugged at that time, otherwise how would he think that if he set him up as the beneficiary of the inheritance, he would be able to survive?

"Dessert players are poisonous. His fragrance is ecstasy, which makes people's IQ plummet." He decided to bring this matter into the coffin. He was so stupid that it was difficult to replicate, and it was a mouthful of blood when he thought about it.

"Sleep!" As soon as the lights are turned off and the quilt is wrapped, he will be the wise and shrewd one when he wakes up tomorrow.

On the second day, he woke up with a drowsy piano sound, and set the moonlight song as the alarm. The original owner was very creative.

Before he opened his eyes, he reached under the pillow and touched it, touched the phone, opened it, and narrowed his eyes: "Six-thirty? It's only six-thirty?"

Is this the routine of elementary school students?

Ren Yifei groaned and got up from the bed, rubbed his face with both hands, and finally regained a little iceberg state. After he took the clothes he was going to wear today and went in to brush his teeth and wash his face, he appeared as an unsmiling CEO Bingshan.

In the original owner's wardrobe, there are sets of custom suits, and there is a cabinet dedicated to watches. There are more than a dozen watches that can be matched, many of which are custom-made models inlaid with jewelry.

His family's fortune must be considerable.

When he came down from the second floor, the old man seemed to have just strolled around the garden and was pushed into the restaurant with the coolness outside.

"Why is it later than usual today?" the old man asked.

"Sleep late." Ren Yifei replied, his eyes glanced at the nurse who was quietly pushing the wheelchair behind the old man, and suddenly found that the man taking care of the old man was very young and a little familiar.

Strange, this man's eyebrows... eh? Ren Yifei remembered that the man's eyebrows and eyes were clearly similar to the original owner, but he was wearing glasses and his face shape was completely different, so it was difficult to find this similarity.

It is also Ren Yifei who is in the entertainment industry and has an intuitive sense of bone statues, which is why he can discover this.

He raised his water glass and drank his morning tea quietly.

It was obvious that the two of them sat down at supper yesterday. It can be seen that on the bright side, this man is not the 'master', so he will not be the cousins ​​of the original owner, or even a distant relative with some kinship.

illegitimate child? Whose illegitimate child?

If he remembers correctly, this person is also in the address book of the mobile phone. Note (grandpa nursing), the original owner will also consult him on his grandfather's physical condition on weekdays. The first message was a month ago, so it didn't take long.

If it is an illegitimate child, I don't know if it will have some relationship with the original owner, and whether it will hinder his actions.

When breakfast was almost finished, another young man came to the house. The old man saw him calling him 'Xiao Wei' and thought he was the assistant of the original owner.

Xiao Wei first said hello to the old man, and then ran to him: "General manager."

Ren Yifei had finished his breakfast, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and stood up: "Let's go."

Sitting in the special frame, they entered an office building in less than half an hour. At first, Ren Yifei was worried about the dilemma he encountered yesterday, but fortunately, he didn't need to speak, and the elevator master pressed the floor for him.

Twenty-fourth floor.

This is a high-rise special elevator, indicating that the entire office building is owned by their group, really... rich.

After that, he was not needed at all. The assistant walked to the door that was opened for him in front, and the secretary poured coffee. Ren Yifei took a sip, and his teeth were so bitter.

Really want to add a packet of sugar and a carton of cream.

Although he was very disgusted, he still drank half a cup of black coffee in order to expel drowsiness.

After everyone left, he also stood up and walked around the office. Although it was a jewelry group, the office was very concise.

There is a hidden door in the wall, and inside is a small lounge with bathroom and toilet. The small room was neat and tidy, with nothing but some books.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at the news of the player group. Over the night, hundreds of news were refreshed. They were discussing the mini-games they had played before, and Lao Hu also talked about the mini-games that everyone came to find fault with.

Ren Yifei took a closer look one by one, sorting out the information.

He thought that this infinite stream had existed for a long time, but he didn't expect that the oldest player had only played for a month, yes, it was Lao Hu.

The game is played once a day. The newcomer game is the easiest, and it usually ends in half an hour. After that, as the difficulty of the game increases, the duration will also increase. Some people even played a small game that lasted for three days.

Played games are not repeated, but the form may be repeated. For example, he was in a Sanheyuan in the Qing Dynasty yesterday, and next time someone else may appear in a residence in the Western Han Dynasty. Therefore, communicating the game experience can also increase the chances of survival.

"One point is exchanged for 10,000, and I can transfer money in person. Can someone exchange points with me?" A message suddenly popped up in the group.

After almost three seconds of silence, the players spoke to themselves again, not being confused by the mere 10,000.

"One point for one hundred thousand."

This time everyone was quiet longer.

"one million."

The whole group was quiet.