The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Ren Yifei played with the spear in his hand and looked at him: "Someone asked you to kill me? Who is it and why?"

The higher human felt himself sinking, and floating objects like giant leaves were far away. Because of the fear of death, he cried tears and snot together: "I just obeyed the orders of the nobles, we cannot disobey the orders of the nobles."

"What kind of noble looks like?"

The people in the swamp quickly recalled, but because he was in a state of collapse at the moment, he couldn't tell exactly, and could only give fragmentary clues such as 'male, tall and thin, and long hair'.

Because of the struggle, the swamp has wrapped the man's entire lower body, the sinking speed is getting faster and faster, and he is getting more and more nervous and collapsed.

"Why did he let you kill me?" Ren Yifei asked without any expectation. The killer as a tool is unlikely to know the secret, and the possibility of this high-level human being to know is very small.

Unexpectedly, the man said: "He said, you want to destroy the entire ethnic group."

"Huh?" You want?

This word... The original owner hasn't put it into action yet, so there shouldn't be many people who know what he thinks, so how could he be known?

Ren Yifei remembered the symbol the boy had drawn during lunch. It's not good to say that the original owner has already revealed traces, and is known by the vested interests, and this is what happened today.

"Save me! Save me!" The man on the swamp was left with only one head and two arms, and he cried while crying, "You save me, I don't have to kill you! We just don't know about it. ."

"Oh? I'm afraid you won't be able to explain it when you go back." Ren Yifei stared at his corner.

"No, no, the nobles won't come down at all."

After thinking about it for a while, Ren Yifei stood farther away. He lay on the ground and stretched out the spear in his hand, just enough to reach one end.

If you are standing and pulling people, you may send yourself in, but lying on your stomach will be better.

The man grabbed one end of the spear and moved towards the edge of the swamp with all his strength to suckle. Finally, he reached the edge of the swamp, grabbed a nearby vine man and desperately climbed up.

But the first time he climbed ashore, he didn't even take a breath, but he attacked the savior: "Damn you!"

"Stubborn."

The smug smile froze on his face in the next second, a slender hand locked his throat, this high-level human felt something passing in his body, and his eyes gradually blurred.

Ren Yifei observed his expression, saw his face turned a little gray, and even curled up, completely losing the ability to resist.

The higher human fell to the ground and opened his eyes wide. He was not dead, but his body suddenly became very weak, and he couldn't even speak, and he couldn't open his mouth.

Ren Yifei removed the metal dagger tied to the top of the spear and approached the horn of a higher human: "It will be fine in a while, it won't hurt."

Tears fell from the corners of the higher human's eyes, and he was full of pleading, until the end of the dagger pierced his forehead.

The sharp metal blade pierced the contact surface between the horn and the head, and red blood slid from the forehead. The man on the ground opened his eyes wide, but only saw a vague shadow.

An hour later, the second floor of the tower.

"What's the matter with you?" The gatekeeper looked at his muddy body and the moss that he had accidentally stained with, very strange. Even most of his face was covered in silt, as if rolling in a circle in the mud.

The visitor just spread his hands helplessly. He was holding a spear in one hand and a metal number plate in the other. A small part of it was also blocked by the mud, but he could still see it clearly.

"No, no," glanced at the corner of his forehead, and the gatekeeper waved his hand, "this is the formality, the untouchables below have no courage to come up. Go find a place to wash, my God, this smell is too intoxicating. "

The visitor nodded and walked into the lair on the second floor.

Compared with the nest on the first floor, this place is bigger and brighter, with better-looking materials, the floor is polished very smooth, there are many luminous bouquets on the ceiling and walls, and beautiful reliefs are also made and painted with colored clay.

However, there were very few people inside.

About the same area, there are people crowded below, a hole is stacked on top of another, but the hole on this side is far away. The number of people here is at most one-tenth of the number downstairs.

And there are many public functional areas on the first floor. He saw someone walking out wet. That was the bathroom.

There are others, but this one doesn't recognize it. The men were sitting there in loose-fitting clothes, gossiping, books and playthings in their hands.

The difference in living environment between the two can be compared to slums and wealthy areas.

In the hall, the children with the characteristics of wild beasts play in the open space. The boys have long foreheads and the girls have pointed ears. They are all neatly and beautifully dressed, and they also wear small shoes.

They play happily with all kinds of toys, and do not need to be involved in labor like the children downstairs.

He passed by the children, and the slapstick children stopped, stuck out their necks and sniffed: "You smell like a pariah."

"I just came from below," he said, with a tone of rejection, disdain, disgust, and then even coughing.

The children heard it, believed it, and dispersed again.

Other adults saw the muddy footprints left behind him and looked up and shouted, "Call a worker and wipe the floor."

Ren Yifei continued to walk up.

The numbers on the metal plaques still point to the rooms assigned to each of the higher-class humans. Ren Yifei called them 'soldiers and people', which corresponded to soldier ants.

The soldiers and civilians lived in caves, but much larger, and decorated the doorway with colored stones, and the door frames were also simply carved.

Pushing open the thick wooden door, a room of forty or fifty square meters appeared in front of him.

It is divided into three spaces, all with wooden floors below, and luminous stone chandeliers hanging from the top.

Entering is the hall, carpeted, tables and chairs, bows and arrows, animal skulls, tools hanging on the wall.

Then there are two small rooms separated, one for living and one for storage. In the living room he found a pen and paper. In the storage room he found the wine barrel, with a third of it remaining.

"With paper and pen, and wine, the level of civilization may have to be moved forward."

Pen and paper aside, it may be caused by some interference. But wine, mostly leftover grains, fruits, etc., fermented accidentally, and then began to be intentionally brewed.

The real owner of this house has been swallowed by the swamp. Ren Yifei sticks the cut horn with the sticky plant juice he has seen before, then puts on the other party's clothes and smears himself with silt.

He didn't even use illusion, he just got in so easily.

It went well by surprise.

This lack of vigilance also shows from the side that the people here have not experienced class struggle, and even tacitly acknowledge that class struggle does not exist.

That is to say, this system has not suffered any impact since its emergence to the present.

No wonder that person was just pushed by himself, like a dead parent, very angry and shocked.

Ren Yifei didn't rummage around, he was very dirty and would leave a bunch of stains.

There is no water in the room, unable to wash. If you want to wash your things off, you can only go to the bathroom below.

Under the bed, he found a wooden bucket and something similar to soap, put a torn paper and a change of clothes in it, and then went out and walked downstairs.

Those people in the hall were still sitting together in twos and threes, and the stains he left before had been cleaned. It was a worker who was cleaning the floor, kneeling on the ground and wiping.

A group of children ran over and stepped on the back of his hand, and he shrank back in pain.

When the child saw it, he stretched out his feet and rubbed the soles of his feet on the rag: "It's so dirty."

They walked towards the door again, but they were only halfway there when the children gathered at the entrance suddenly dispersed to both sides, and they stopped making noise, all standing quietly on both sides.

Ren Yifei, who was holding a wooden barrel, and the other people sitting chatting looked over.

He saw a woman with a fat head and big ears and a double chin come in.

Oh, go? No, it's inaccurate to use that word. She was carried in, sitting on an exaggeratedly gorgeous chair, with particularly high shoes, a dozen or twenty centimeters, surrounded by golden pearls and colored gems.

These jewelry are too delicate, and her appearance once again pushed the civilization of this copy forward for hundreds of years.

A piece of red fur was spread on the ground, the chair was gently placed in the middle, and everyone finally saw what this woman looked like: she had a long braid hanging down to her ankles, decorated with a lot of colorful treasures and gold, and around her neck. He also wears gold ornaments on his wrists, a pink gauze skirt on his body, and a pair of transparent small scales on his back.

The soldiers and people who were guarding the gate before followed her, holding her skirt in their hands, respectfully.

Everyone present stood up and stood up straight. Ren Yifei recalled that when the soldiers and civilians walked into the workers' and people's canteen, it was similar.

No doubt, this is probably the higher class... nobles.

"Cough cough cough." Ren Yifei's throat was a little itchy, and he coughed. This movement attracted the attention of many people, including the woman sitting on the chair.

Her eyes were exaggeratedly raised upwards, a woman in a pink skirt couldn't stand such visual damage at all, a man covered in mud and stinking.

Just as she was about to speak, the muddy man upstairs indented directly behind a statue in the corner. This kind of self-consciousness finally made the woman in the pink skirt loosen her brows.

The rest were also relieved.

In the shadow of the stone sculpture, Ren Yifei suppressed his sudden desire to cough: Judging from the previous cases of conflicts between workers and civilians, the fate of offending the upper-class nobles is definitely not good.

It's not yet suitable for conflict, let's go ahead.

"Come on two people, I need someone to lift my skirt." She glanced at everyone, covered her nose and rolled her eyes, "My God, it stinks, is this going to kill me?"

Soon two young women came, knelt down in front of her, and carefully lifted the corner of their skirt, their little animal ears shaking excitedly.

The woman in the pink skirt reluctantly agreed, and the chair she was sitting on was lifted up without shaking at all: "Hold it up, don't touch the ground."

But I don't know if the two young women are excited or inexperienced. During the rotation, they slammed into each other in a hurry. As a result, the skirts in their hands both fell off, not only touching the ground, but also being scratched by a small stone.

Immediately a scratch was left on the extremely finely done pink dress.

"Oh! How could they?"

"They destroyed this adult's skirt." A neat and clear gasp sounded from the scene.

"..." Ren Yifei's expression was subtle, and there was a sense of confusion as he watched memory playback.

The eyes of the woman in the pink skirt widened: "This is what I will wear to the banquet later!"

The two young women knelt on the ground and shivered, tears streaming from their eyes. Women in pink skirts don't even look at them, they just feel sorry for their skirts.

The person in charge of the place came in from outside, and he had the two women's ears cut off: "Send it down."

"No! Please!" The tears of the two men became more fierce, and it seemed that being sent down was more painful than cutting off their ears.

But no one paid any attention to their cries.

Those people were just accusing them of being rude to the nobles.

Soon the new skirt lifter came. This time there was no accident. The child began to walk, the adult sat down, and the hall returned to calm.

The author has something to say: Ah Fei: I seem to have seen this scene somewhere.