The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

On the second day, Ren Yifei went to work with dark circles under his eyes. The family thought that he was not resting because of He Jun's affairs, and they comforted him that things had been dealt with.

Ren Yifei responded, still thinking about what the man said yesterday.

Actually pulling the child into the infinite world, the low penetrates the center of the earth, and the desolate corners are all beautiful.

So in the middle of the night, he didn't fall asleep, got up and went to some illegal Zhang San's exchange website. As Zhang San, who used to be a sidekick, Ren Yifei quickly found the base camp of this group of people even if he was a newcomer.

He has nothing else but to spend money to check people, check 'He Jun'.

For expedited items, the result will be available within 24 hours. The price is 1 million yuan, and a deposit of 300,000 yuan is paid first.

The "Big Brother Xing" in He Jun's mouth is not a game agent (that is, a ghost), but another incarnation of the game. It doesn't matter which one it is, beat it to death.

There is no bottom line, and it is like a raccoon dog with the big villain system.

At the same time, he also spent 3 million to make a mobile phone virus, and then spread it among elementary school students and the elderly in the form of 'invitation codes'.

How do the players of the mini-games play tricks on family relatives and strangers, Ren Yifei let them play on netizens.

It's okay to click on it, and the phone will be scrapped when you click it. See if they dare to open the strange invitation code casually in the future.

When he woke up, the brother sent a good news: Kung fu this night, it is said that tens of thousands of groups have been destroyed, including family groups, online game groups, and fellow groups...

Ren Yifei was very satisfied, but he still felt that it was not enough. He hoped that the other party would make persistent efforts to break more groups of primary school students: What are the children playing socially? Go and learn!

The hacker group who fought all night: as long as the money is in place, Party A's father is right.

In one night, millions of dollars have been spent, but the effect is still unclear.

With this in mind, Ren Yifei was the coffin face of "don't mess with me" all day. Even the assistant Xiao Wei reduced his presence with a wink, not to mention the secretaries who were the most observant.

In the undisturbed office, Ren Yifei watched the news channel all day with a cold face.

Because of the reminder from the player yesterday, he thought of the official power of this world.

Although there is no evidence that the official has known the existence of this small game, it must be a fact that the official has taken action.

Whether it is fighting pirated websites, shutting down illegal websites, or strengthening network management to strengthen network education, all of them show that they have felt this hidden danger.

In the absence of the real culprit, it is also a strategy to reduce the possibility of ignorant people being exposed. He spread cell phone virus, in a way to vaccinate everyone.

"Is there any way to get in touch with the official?" Ren Yifei thought on a whim.

The power of the infinite streaming mini-game behind the scenes is too strong, and it is obvious that he cannot do it alone. Desolate Horn still doesn't give out benefits, doesn't care about his own players at all, after thinking about it, he can't get rid of it alone, so he will find someone who can get rid of it.

Isn't it just the kind of collective power that is in power?

"The state is an organized and systematic violence machine of the ruling class." Political books have long told him who the greatest force is.

But the rules that the mini-game is not allowed to reveal is the sword of Damocles hanging over the players' heads. So how to avoid this rule and reveal information to others has become the focus.

At this time, the creative document sent by the advertising department gave him a good inspiration.

This year, the advertising department invited several top writers from the Great God Network to customize novels based on their products to promote a recently launched fashion sub-brand among young people.

"It's very thoughtful. It is said that those authors are all here?"

Assistant Xiao Wei didn't know why: "Everyone is here, do you... want to meet?"

"Ok."

Assistant Xiao Wei left in a daze. If he hadn't known that his boss was a workaholic who didn't recognize his six relatives, he would have wondered which book fan the boss was.

After a while, two authors came, one wrote on the male frequency, the other wrote on the female frequency, different themes, the same advertisement placement.

"I want to personalize two articles, and finally I will publish an outline today, and tomorrow I will post an article three times a day."

The two internet writers looked at each other and said hesitantly, "Is it a little rush to publish the manuscript tomorrow? Also, even in web essays, there are those who are good at not good at writing and can't write."

It is obvious that these two great netizens are the type who like to grind outlines carefully, and have a preference for themes. It's a pity that Ren Yifei doesn't have that much time here.

"One million words, three million RMB, I will pay a 30% deposit first." Ren Yifei started with money.

"Deal." Without saying a word, the great **** of male frequency stretched out his hand to make a "deal grip".

Is it too late? Not good at the subject? No matter, three yuan a word, he can write that the gold owner goes bankrupt.

"Cough." The goddess of female frequency is a little more reserved, "We are not for money, but mainly to try more styles."

Come on, what do you want to write? She can write sweetly, and she can also be scumbag.

Even if the boss wants to see Danmei Lily, she can write it!

One million, this is just a custom fee, and the income after that is not included. Except for a few high-paid executives with an annual salary of one million, most people can't refuse such a temptation, and neither can they.

"What kind of customized text do you want?" The two online text masters looked at the sponsor enthusiastically.

Three million, even if this gold hobbyist likes to bring his own cuckold and shake M, they can write it!

"Let's say it first, this is just a story, a false story, any similarity is purely coincidental."

The two webmasters nodded.

Ren Yifei's hands were folded together, and the palm was a small amulet: "Have you heard of... infinite horror?"

Ren Yifei didn't go back that day. He truly made the company his home—he was going to sleep at the company tonight.

The boss took the lead in 007, and the following workers felt bad in an instant: Boss 007 has a sports car mansion, and their 007 has a sudden death package.

Fortunately, Ren Yifei was not so mad. He let the employees go to and from get off work normally. He stayed because of personal affairs, not because of work.

Assistant Xiao Wei went back to the villa, brought a change of clothes, and brought the soup made by the kitchen auntie.

Regarding Ren Yifei's actions today, the family's interpretation is that people just died last night, which is somewhat taboo. You see, the old man from the Zhong family lives outside today. As they get older, they are more sensitive to 'death'.

"That villa might not be easy to handle." Assistant Xiao Wei thought to himself.

Ren Yifei doesn't know what other people think, he lives in the company just for the sake of cleanliness. Right now, he is trying to make up for color matching with a color matching book.

As a group whose main business is jewelry, there are books such as the design department. He picked up two books on the way, and flipped through them like swallowing dates.

At half past nine, he got into the train on time. This time, the carriage was a little different. There were **** handprints all over the walls, and there were many exposed rusted iron products.

Even the whole car has a rust smell, but I don't know if it's blood or rust.

Including him, there were twelve people sitting in the carriage, all with sullen faces, very serious. Most of them are middle-aged and young people in their thirties, and only one is a middle-aged and elderly person in their fifties.

This game requires both knowledge and physical strength, and most people in the two age groups, the elderly and children, are "eliminated".

This small game is played every day, and the elimination rate is amazing. It is much crazier and more unscrupulous than the Horn of Desolation. I don't know what it is doing this for, is it raising Gu?

Or pack yourself in the way of games, or in the end, to devour the soul of mankind?

Ren Yifei didn't say anything either. These people are rivals in a good way, and enemies who **** the right to live in a bad way.

When no one spoke, the time became more and more difficult. Ren Yifei watched the second hand go round and round, but he couldn't finish five minutes.

"Are any of you majoring in painting?" Suddenly someone spoke up. It was the middle-aged man in his early fifties. His temples were white and he looked very serious. He was the kid in the neighborhood who would cry when they saw it.' Grandpa X '.

The train was quiet and still no one responded.

But this person didn't mind: "I studied Chinese painting when I was young, and I have some understanding of Western oil painting, and now I am an art teacher.

"We are all players, and we all have families and relatives. We are naturally from the same camp. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Ren Yifei raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged man's hand. Those who rely on craftsmanship to eat are cherished by their opponents, and the same is true of this man's hand.

In fact, no matter whether he has studied Chinese painting or oil painting, it is easy for people to have a good impression on him by saying these words on the train today - assuming that what he said is true.

Sure enough, someone responded to him: "The prompt is the language of color. I wonder how you people who study painting understand it?"

The middle-aged man listened carefully, nodded earnestly, and miraculously took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, opened it, and it was a color circle.

The middle of this piece of paper is white, followed by a ring of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple with relatively high brightness, and then a normal color ring, and the outermost ring of color with lower brightness.

Afraid that they could not see clearly, they also wrote with a thick pen: the higher the brightness, the warmer the color, and the lower the brightness, the cooler the color.

Carry a color wheel with you? Is this ready to come to science?

Ren Yifei suddenly believed that this person was an art teacher, and had good intentions.

"Three primary colors, secondary colors, complementary colors, etc. You must have already rummaged through books and have a general impression. We can talk about cool and warm colors and intermediate colors." The middle-aged man clicked the laser hanging on the key ring, A small dot appears on the color wheel.

"The colors that give people a sense of coolness and silence are what we usually call cool colors, green, forest colors, blue, sea colors, black, and night colors..."

As he spoke, he took out another piece of paper from his pocket, shook it, shook it open, and it was three printed paintings, namely Sunflower, Sea, Forest, and Dusk Street Scene.

At this moment, the aura of the middle-aged man changed and became more aggressive.

It is the "teacher" temperament that makes the scumbags shudder.

The other people present were ignoring the answer at first, but now they pricked up their ears and began to listen carefully. Even Ren Yifei, who knew a little bit, got serious.

Because of the time, the middle-aged man speaks very fast, but his articulation is clear, his words are smooth and smooth, and there is no ambiguity.

He was like a teacher who wished to put all the essence into the students' heads in the third year of high school. He extracted the key points, compiled them into minor tunes and wrote them into stories.

The middle-aged people not only talked about the basic cool and warm colors with examples, but also said which colors can create a sense of chaos, which colors are more harmonious, which colors are impactful, and which colors appear calm.

He looked at the people in the carriage with his eyes calmly, as if this was not a terrifying world of terror that might never come back, but a very ordinary classroom.

Soon, the time was approaching ten o'clock, and the middle-aged man looked at his watch and stopped to explain.

The rest of the train also realized something. They sat up straight. Although they were still afraid, they were not completely desperate.

"The time is coming. I hope everyone can stay calm and use the best attitude to meet the challenges of this life. The darkness will eventually pass. Before that, please take care of each other and watch each other."

In this dim, rusty old train, this serious and somewhat scary middle-aged man was standing in a corner.

He looked very ordinary, like the uncle walking downstairs everywhere, but at this moment, his words of blessing and encouraging eyes were like a small candle in the dark.

"He is really a teacher." Ren Yifei thought to himself.