The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

It's been a while, I've never seen such a dog's infinite flow! (Although I've only seen two)

Let people speak in tongues? ! What do you think? Is this to kill him?

"Has anyone heard of this dialect?" Ren Yifei asked for help decisively. The game had hit his weakness. He knew a few classic dialects, the ones that were always on the screen and those from his hometown.

"It doesn't seem to be a dialect." The old teacher recalled it for a while before confirming, "Is it ancient Chinese? The way of pronunciation at that time was completely different from that of modern times, and even the word order of speech was different.

"The southern region has inherited the ancient Chinese better. For example, the ancient Chinese and the ancient Ou language formed the modern Ou language, that is, Wenzhou dialect. The ancient Chinese was combined with the ancient Fujian language to form the modern Fujian language. In their dialects, Inversion sentences in classical Chinese often appear.”

ancient Chinese?

If it wasn't for maintaining his image, Ren Yifei would have to curse the mini-game. Dialects are hard enough, but they are still ancient dialects? If the professor of the history department of the university comes, you should also catch the blind, okay?

"Huh?" If he remembered correctly, the Scarlet Witch, the predecessor of the Fallen Angel, knew it from birth and knew all human languages.

With fallen angels? Isn't it a bull's knife to kill a chicken?

There may not be a breakthrough in language, and it can only be seen from the overall clothing of the model.

This is a model wearing a dark tunic, about fifteen or sixteen years old. The sleeves of her clothes are fat and droopy, and the cuffs are tightened. The clothes are embroidered with symmetrical bird and animal patterns, made of silk, with embossed jade pendants on the waist.

Her hair was tied in a double bun at the back of her neck, and the rest of her hair fell down, with peach blossoms on her head and a jasper hairpin in her hand.

Qu Jushenyi can be traced back to the Eastern Han Dynasty from the Warring States Period, so Ren Yifei could not determine the age that this model wanted to express. But it can be judged from the peach blossoms that the season should be spring.

What's more interesting is that the model is holding a hosta in her hand. She didn't wear it on her head, but held it in her hands, with a shy smile of anticipation on her face.

Ren Yifei is a layman. The first thing he thinks of is a rendezvous between young men and women. The boy gave the girl a hairpin. But take a closer look, the smile on the model's face was shy, but she didn't avoid anything, it didn't look like she was dating her sweetheart.

"When the peach blossoms are in full bloom in spring, a noble girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in dark clothes and holding a jasper hairpin...Peach Blossom Festival?"

The Peach Blossom Festival he was talking about was the Shangsi Festival. On the third day of the third lunar month, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, in ancient times, some girls also chose to perform the wedding ceremony on this day.

The so-called wedding ceremony is a ceremony performed by a girl in ancient times when she was fifteen years old. It represents the change of the girl's social identity, and she has been qualified for marriage.

Due to lack of time, Ren Yifei had to use the dead horse as a living horse doctor, and designed a peach-colored makeup with the theme of the coming-of-age ceremony.

He originally wanted to stick a peach blossom tin on the model's forehead, but later remembered that this was a fashion trend in the Tang Dynasty, so he gave up this plan.

He mainly promotes peach pollen, because in ancient times, peach blossoms were admired, with beautiful flowers, bright colors, and they could bear huge fruits. To say that a girl is like a peach blossom is a proper compliment.

And judging from the model's age and the peach blossoms on her head, there are many girly elements. Even if he guesses wrongly that it is not the Shangsi Festival, Taohuazhuang can still get a passing point.

When the countdown was only three minutes, Ren Yifei pressed OK, and a thin layer of makeup powder appeared on the girl's face. She looked at the mirror carefully and looked at it, her hand stroking the peach blossoms on her temples, and her smile seemed to contain honey.

She spoke another language that Ren Yifei couldn't understand, bowed slightly, and left with the highest score of 9 points.

"..." Ren Yifei regained his senses, only to find that there was a fine layer of sweat on his palms.

It turned out that he was not very confident.

The small game specially threw him here, mainly because 'Zhong Lan', as a rich and handsome man with a relatively simple and boring private life, should not know much about makeup.

"He" should not have thought that there is a person in the entertainment industry who has dealt with makeup since childhood.

In any case, he escaped the disaster again, and the next mini-game may be even more crazy.

Now only two of the remaining eleven players have not completed their masterpieces, one against the Indian model and the other against the African tribal model.

Others don't know what's wrong, they used to stand on the sidelines indifferently, but in this dungeon, they are sincerely worried about these two backward students.

"Looking at the clothes on this Indian model, it should be an Indian lenha, which is a three-piece suit of a blouse, a skirt and a shawl. From the gold thread embroidery on it, it can be seen that it is a wedding dress, and then look at the henna on the back of her hand. If you have a tattoo, you can be sure that it is the bride."

A girl gave advice on the side: "Indian bridal makeup is more intense, black eyeliner should be applied to the eyes, the eyebrows should be clean and neat in dark color, the eye shadow can be selected from the earth color with metallic luster, and the lip color should be rose red or vermilion. Don't forget to add eyebrows. A little cinnabar mole."

And someone next to the African tribal model tried to help: "I don't recognize which tribe this is, but my girlfriend is the master of imitation makeup UP, and she has an African tribe imitation makeup in one issue, if you..."

Before he finished speaking, the buddy nodded his head like garlic: "If you are willing, you can say it! I will listen to whatever you say!"

"..." The player who spoke twitched the corners of his mouth, "There's no time now, you just use a white paint texture liquid foundation, draw a boat-shaped crescent on your head, draw triangular tear troughs under the eyes on both sides, and dot small dots on your chin. Draw a straight white line from the nose to the chin!"

Time is indeed running out, two minutes are counted as full. That buddy didn't hesitate to start painting.

Countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7...

"OK, OK, OK!"

White lines like ghosts appeared on the face of the African model. She looked in the mirror carefully, and finally nodded, giving her a 5.

"Uuuuu..." The player who was at the speed of life and death before knelt down on the ground, unable to control his crying.

3, 2, 1, the game is over.

Of the twelve players, eleven left the game alive, which is truly a miracle.

"Teacher, thank you." The last player to complete the task ran over, the first to thank the player who saved his life, and the second to thank the teacher.

The teacher's performance before the game sets the tone for the performance of the players throughout the game.

In a place like this, trust is something rarer and more fragile than imperial emerald. But it was such a rare thing that they got it.

It is this kind of trust and mutual help that allows them to survive this game smoothly.

Of course, players are not naive, they know that such a miracle is difficult to replicate. Many mini-games are competitive, and there is a delicate balance between cooperation and confrontation, and it is not easy to choose to help others.

However, even if the next game players still have to kill each other, now it is always happy and relaxed.

In the past, even if I successfully walked out of the game, there was a heavy stone in my heart, which made people breathless, exhausted, and made people unable to see tomorrow.

Only this time was different. They felt genuinely relaxed and subtly proud.

"Desperate Train, we are not afraid of you! You are not invincible either!"

"Exchange contact information? My surname..." The players took out their mobile phones and began to exchange contact information. Even with Ren Yifei's icy, refusal face, several people came forward to ask for the number.

Of course, the most popular is the teacher. Although the old man still has a serious face, his flushed face has revealed his mood.

"That's good." Ren Yifei thought.

The ten happy minutes passed quickly, and players were thrown out of the game.

Ren Yifei opened his eyes and found that he was still sitting in the boss chair, just a little back pain. He kneaded his neck and turned on his phone.

Player: Zhong Lan

Level: lv.2

Credits: 60

Next game time: 22:00.

Next game tip: God Cry Devil May Cry.

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.

The gods cry and the devils cry, which reminds people of the superstition content of fantasy. However, when he thought about the "color language", he felt that things were not so simple.

As far as the urine nature of the mini-game is concerned, there must be a set of routines in it, and it cannot be explained from common sense.

Now his points have risen to 60, and many items in the mall that look very useful can be bought. But he looked around and still didn't make a move.

Most of these props are aimed at other players, and few are aimed at the game itself.

Comparing the beauty and ugliness, the "friendliness" of the Horn of Desolation is now evident. After all, most of the props in the Horn of Desolation are aimed at the player and the dungeon together.

Unlike here, every word and every punctuation is urging players to kill each other.

Even dragging minors into the game can exempt such unlimited things. At any rate, the Horn of Desolation will not pull in minors.

Hi!

Ren Yifei suddenly got to the real purpose of the Desolate Corner, this wave is on the fifth floor!

Use this small world without props to eliminate a group of players who rely on props to become high-end players, and then use the comparison of two infinite streams to make players suffer from Stockholm Syndrome.

It seems that men who don't do housework and don't have children boast about themselves as "good men of the century" every day, and also draw comparisons between domestic abused men who should be broken into thousands of pieces and waste mothers.

In a trance, his brain seemed to be eaten by zombies, and he came to a comparative conclusion of 'not bad'.

So treacherous!

Ren Yifei stood up and decided to go to the bathroom to wash his brain: small games are not good things, they are so rotten that maggots will not eat them, and the Horn of Desolation is not a good thing, crows and (black) pigs are as black.

He must stand firm and not be led astray.

It was half past ten when I came out of the bath, and there was still half an hour before the message from the Horn of Desolation. He went online to Zhang San's gathering place to check the progress of the task.

One said that all the records that He Jun found on the Internet from childhood to greatness were found, including those that had been deleted long ago, half of which have been packaged and sent to the mailbox, and the other half will be given after the balance has been paid.

There is another one, saying that the virus created by himself has destroyed more than 100,000 groups, but they also got into a little trouble - they were targeted by the Internet police.

"But it's very strange, they seem to be deliberately releasing water, and every time they come late after we blow up the group." The hacker couldn't help but complained to Ren Yifei, "There are still a few people who have played before, they definitely Not at this level."

"The national team is off?" Ren Yifei held his chin, "Will they chase me?"