The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The man with the DSLR was still secretly observing the beautiful school flower, while the school flower had a good chat with the illustrator.

Xiangxue said that she is also studying painting and has been admitted to an art academy, hoping that the illustrator can give her some advice.

The sharp-eared Ren Yifei heard it, and the rusty utility knife crossed in his mind, and there were traces of sharpening pencils on it.

With a straw in his mouth, milk slid down his throat, but he didn't know the taste.

A gift to the 'artist', he seems to know what it is. Just don't know which one is the 'artist'.

Ren Yifei took out his phone with a natural attitude, and swiped his finger to open the latest weather. His positioning has changed, right here, the weather is naturally the weather here.

There will be thunderstorms tonight.

Teacher Wang came, and she said to her classmates, "In order to ensure safety, I suggest everyone to go together. This is an unfamiliar place after all, and there are many hidden dangers in ancient villages that are hard to notice."

The classmates naturally said yes, but their voices were weak and somewhat perfunctory.

"Then let's officially confirm who is teaming up with whom. When I can't get in touch with one, I'll find the other." Teacher Wang said.

These students suddenly became impatient. On the one hand, they felt that they had the freedom to decide their own journey when they were adults. On the other hand, they were still students, accustomed to obeying the teacher's orders.

Even if they were reluctant, they still reported their names and team members.

The school flower and Xiaomin were in a team, and Heipi and Chi Bo also registered their names, but Chi Bo was always a little absent-minded.

"Otherwise, I'll accompany you to buy some later?"

Chi Bo scratched his head: "I went to see it in the morning, and there is no sale."

cigarette.

Ren Yifei thought about the cigarettes in the black pocket, but he still hadn't figured out why.

"Jiang Shaobo, how about you?" Teacher Wang suddenly asked Saman.

They all thought that he would choose to be the flower knight of Ban Hua and his party, but Saman just pointed at Ren Yifei who was burying his head in sucking milk: "He will."

One of the top ten mountains and rivers, task trigger.

"Xia Chuan, how about you?" Teacher Wang asked Ren Yifei.

Ren Yifei looked up at Saman, nodded and said nothing: Compared with the NPC, the chance of being exposed with him is lower.

"Wait, add me." The speaker was Liu Jinjie, who had been targeting him before. He laughed with a big mouth and rolled his eyes. He didn't look like he was thinking about good things.

"Ah, Liu Jinjie." Teacher Wang wrote down the name, "Then you can work in groups of three."

"Three people are too crowded." Saman said lazily.

Teacher Wang looked at Ren Yifei again, and Ren Yifei was silent for a while: "That's what I mean too."

After speaking, he turned his eyes back to the plate, and there was an extra variable that would make things more complicated.

Liu Jinjie finally went to Heipi's side, and he looked at Ren Yifei viciously. Ren Yifei took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with a glasses cloth.

Saman watched him wipe his glasses as if obsessive-compulsive. That action looked like he was in a daze, but it was actually a habit of thinking. Liu Jinjie jumped up and down to die like this, and he may not have become a target.

Remote electronic keys, rusted utility knives, cigarettes, what the artist calls 'gifts'...

Ren Yifei vaguely grasped the original owner's idea, but he didn't like to be confused and always wanted to find out what happened and how many people were involved.

After a breakfast, they ate dark waves, and around eight o'clock, they left one after another. Today is cloudy, but a good day to play.

Ren Yifei and others left the earliest because they finished the meal the fastest.

The front desk provided a map of Wutong Village with specific attractions. They took a map and went out of the B&B around the shadow wall.

Because the scenic spots are scattered, the map provides three routes for tourists. If you want to see all the scenic spots, you have to choose the longest route.

"Which line to take?" Ren Yifei asked Saman.

"You decide." Saman was very indifferent. At this time, the plot has not started, it doesn't matter where it goes.

Saman in the game is not at all the "cute" in the wild corner, and his face is always proud of "stay away from me".

Judging from the contents of the booklet, the school bully's arrogance is very naive and sophomore, and he doesn't have the problem of not ignoring people. If this is a deduction competition, he has already been eliminated from ooc.

"Let's go to Bagua Well first? It's close." Ren Yifei said as he walked. He opened the map with one hand and the phone with the other, as if he was inquiring about the story and characteristics of this scenic spot.

In fact, he had read the stories of these attractions yesterday, and remembered them after reading them once. He turned on his mobile phone, but it was a message from a mysterious contact person.

"Beautiful things attract bees and butterflies and occasionally bed bugs. I'm fed up with these idiots. Looks like I need to clean up the environment and get the dirty back into the dirty." From 'The Artist '.

"I have to admit, compliments make people feel good. It's even better without a nasty guy around." From Oleander.

As for the gardener, there is no news for now.

Ren Yifei didn't reply, he put away his mobile phone and continued to walk in the direction of Baguajing.

Both of them are quiet people, even if they walk in tandem, the atmosphere is like thin ice in the cold winter. Not so with the others, who blew past them like the wind and seemed lively discussing where to go first and where to go later.

The two of them watched quietly as these people ran past, while they walked silently all the way to the gossip well step by step.

They were all calm, and even though there were a lot of things they wanted to do right away, they were able to keep their faces steady and observe the gossip well like ordinary tourists.

This is not the usual kind of small well that can only be drilled by one person, but the kind of large well, where the sun shines into the well, as if you can see the turtles swimming slowly inside.

"That's the Dragon King of the Well," said the grandmother who was washing clothes by the well. Grandma had her hair in a coil, which was fixed with a green sandalwood hairpin. She was also wearing blue-gray clothes with buttons. The style was very consistent with the village.

Wutong Village is a little different from other tourist destinations, this village is alive. The attractions that tourists want to see are the daily necessities of the residents here.

They went to the Widow's Fort to dry the millet, fetched water in the Bagua Well to wash their clothes, and played chess under a century-old peach tree. Tourists bring in a windfall, but residents don't put all their money on tourists for a year.

"You are the guests who came to play. It's been a lot of fun these few days." Grandma was a little happy. "The young people in the village have all gone out to work. I haven't seen so many young men in a long time."

Grandma didn't dislike the two of them for a long time to reply. She talked a lot until the clothes were washed.

She took small steps with a small wooden barrel in her arms, and two sharp points were exposed under the wide trouser legs.

Only then did Ren Yifei notice that the grandmother's walking posture was a little strange: this grandma was in her 70s and 80s, and she was born before and after liberation. Why did she still have small feet?

He watched Grandma walk into a small courtyard nearby, and the courtyard door opened, revealing the face of a little girl. But she just took a second glance out of curiosity, and the door closed.

Ren Yifei was so unconscious that he thought that the ideas here were still feudal, and the women still had their feet bound.

If there is such a thing, a mobile phone shot is enough for a lively scene on the Internet. And girls also have to go to school. If this kind of thing is discovered, the parents will also be considered abusive.

But it's true that the atmosphere here is more conservative.

In economically underdeveloped areas, the elderly have the means of production, and young people, especially women, have few opportunities to make money, and their thinking tends to be more traditional and conservative.

Did the original owner choose this place for any special purpose?

The two left from the ancient well, and they were going to the second location, a local silkworm farmer. It is said that the ancestors have been silkworm farmers for generations. There they can see how ancient people raised silkworms and weaved silk.

You can also buy some silk fabrics there, which is one of the local specialties.

The two walked to Jamsil silently and without communication. Ren Yifei looked down at his phone. He pulled out the school forum messages before and after his sister's suicide.

Such big news cannot be discussed without students. Ten rumors may be mixed with a truth.

They will leave at four o'clock. This news is like a spell, forcing Ren Yifei to frantically search for clues. But he wanted to make himself look calm, just an idle tourist.

Across his trouser pocket, he found the electronic car key inside. He would try it if he had to.

"You don't seem to be interested in traveling." Saman first broke the rigid atmosphere between the two.

"This is not the place I chose. The place that is too old-fashioned is always filled with outdated atmosphere." Ren Yifei said softly.

Saman stopped talking, something resembling an intuition reminding him to pay more attention to the roommate. Or maybe because this person is a certain player's past, he has this preconceived feeling?

Jamsil is not far away. Now a father and daughter are running the business. They also recruited two employees. They are still growing mulberries and raising silkworms in ancient ways.

Ren Yifei glanced at it, and it was all records and tool introductions of sericulture. But he can also do this skill, so he is not very interested, and he still has his mobile phone in his hand.

There is nothing particularly commendable about the ancient method of sericulture, except for tradition. It can't increase the output, can't improve the quality, no matter from which point of view, it is better to refer to the methods of modern science.

Generally speaking, except for modern unbreakable technologies and general things, when merchants start telling you "ancient methods", they should be careful and vigilant. Because the other party is about to make you willingly pay for the 'story'.

Saman asked the staff about the village. He said that he was a fan of folk culture and liked the weird rumors. At first, the employee ignored the answer, until he bought three silk quilts, and a quilt cost 3,000 yuan.

For the sake of money, the staff are very enthusiastic.

"I'm asking you about this," the employee said mysteriously. "People in our village don't go out after eight o'clock. When someone shouts on the road, they can't turn around or answer."

Both Ren Yifei and Saman quietly listened to the staff talking about ancient times.

Most of the ancient villages have such mysterious legends because there are so many people who died, and Wutong Village has more rumors and rumors because of the four chastity arches and the Widow's Fort.

One of the most mysterious, of course, is the Widow's Castle.

The staff said that many people can be seen in the widow's castle at night. They are all the widows who died inside and refused to leave. In the past, when they were still hot here, many explorers came here and stayed at the Widow's Fort in the middle of the night.

Occasionally, people see these shadows, but most of the time they get nothing.

"We locals have all seen those. My grandfather said that it is because there are many strangers, and they are young and strong, so they dare not come out." The employee said.

"Don't believe me, when this place was not yet developed, women often ran in and hanged to death. They were good-natured, young and old, and their relationship between husband and wife was good, so they ran in by themselves."

Neither of them said a word. After checking the skills and props, they could confirm that there were no supernatural elements in this world. The so-called horror legends were probably the manifestation of the psychological fear of a group of people.

The silk for the three beds was quickly packed. Saman paid them to send them to the homestay, and he and Ren Yifei set off again.

"If you're not interested, why don't you go back?" Saman suddenly opened his mouth to test, "It seems that you have other things."

Ren Yifei held the phone: "I have nothing else to do. Besides, since I'm here, I have to go. Do you have anything else?"

"no."

"Oh."

The two moved on, this time to the most famous Widow's Castle here.