The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The red rope tightly restrained his wrist, suppressing the vigorous anger value, and the emotion called anger almost took this opportunity to break the seal. But when he saw his own shadow on the computer screen, he suddenly calmed down.

"No matter what the horn of the Wasteland is trying to do, just let it fail."

The deformed sludge was thrown aside, Ren Yifei picked up the mobile phone in the shooting state, wanting to see what he looked like when he was lost.

He turned on the video, and the picture started with carving the clay. In the picture, he lowered his head and played with the clay block in his hand. He carefully squeezed out the rough shape and began to sculpt it in detail.

Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly after a certain second hand ticked, Ren Yifei in the screen stopped moving.

Ren Yifei saw that in the picture, his eyes began to scatter and no longer focus. Then, the inner corners of his eyebrows were raised, the upper eyelids were raised, and the corners of his mouth were turned down.

sad.

But it didn't end, the expression on this face began to fade. This does not mean that he is no longer sad, but sad to the point of numbness.

What he felt in that gray area seemed to feed back to his body, and he couldn't help feeling despair, and even wanted to commit suicide.

Recalling the expressions of those shadows at that time, Ren Yifei believes that everyone's emotions are different. Some people are desperate, some people are angry, some people are fanatical, and some people are afraid.

Saman is especially different, he is a priest and the most special offering.

The original owner engraved the mark belonging to the 'God' on himself. However, I don't know if the quality of the soul is too low, or because the sensitivity is not enough, the original owner did not succeed.

And this mark of failure is now inherited by Saman who has entered the role.

Why is Ren Yifei so sure? Because that damned mark was the smell of Saman's soul, not someone else's.

If it was another normal copy, there would never be such a thing. However, this copy is too special. The most special thing about it is that 'it' really exists.

Not just 'it', the Horn of Desolation secretly wants to devour more power, maybe there are other such life forms in this dungeon.

But these Ren Yifei don't care, he only knows one thing, Saman is in danger this time.

The monsters have an extraordinary possessiveness towards the possessions they mark. Even if the final instance is cleared, the soul of Saman, who has been marked with the mark, cannot return to the Desolate Corner.

He'd be the scapegoat for that **** priest, though the priest probably couldn't wait to get back into the arms of his true God.

And once his soul fell into the hands of another evil being, it would be extremely difficult to get it back.

To stop this, there is only one way, to exchange Saman for the priest's true soul. Anyway, the original owner was looking forward to it.

So where are the real priests?

Ren Yifei bit his fingers unconsciously, he had a crazy idea.

Reassured, Ren Yifei opened the shooting video in his mobile phone again, trying to find out if there were any other clues. His expression in the picture ranges from calm to sad, from sad to numb.

At first all his attention was on that face, but then, during the second and third replays, he suddenly noticed something strange.

Why is there only his breathing sound in the picture?

He turned his voice to the loudest, so loud that he could hear the slightest wind in the bedroom. However, he just didn't hear the sound of keyboard tapping and human breathing that should theoretically be heard.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Ren Yifei paused the picture, and he stretched out his hand to enlarge the picture. The camera is on his face, and there is a cabinet and bookshelf in the background, which he zooms in on.

Why are the bookshelves empty?

'Da da. ’ The roommate behind him was walking on the floor with his slippers. Ren Yifei had turned off his phone. He turned his head and smiled: “Do you need me to bring you something at noon?”

The roommate turned his head strangely: "No."

At lunch time, Ren Yifei left the dormitory with his schoolbag on his back. He didn't know what exactly was in the dormitory with him, and he didn't know if this thing would immediately reveal killing intent after it was revealed.

According to Zhang Zhengyuan's force value, I am afraid there is only the fate of being chopped.

Ren Yifei, who shared a dormitory with the monster, and Saman, who sacrificed as a priest, turned out not to be Saman alone at the beginning of the nightmare.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the person who checked the room came. It was the first time he met the middle-aged man who was checking illegal electrical appliances.

The students stuck their heads out to see what was going on.

Because of the regulations, they cannot leave their dormitories until the rooms are thoroughly disinfected. These students discuss on the Internet, some in their own class groups, and some in the school forum.

Ren Yifei also sat in the seat to watch a message pop up from time to time in the class group and community group.

Several people on the rounds looked from bedroom to bedroom, and soon it was their turn to the fifth floor.

'Bang bang. ' The knock on the door rang twice, and Ren Yifei walked over to open the door.

"Disinfection." The middle-aged man said concisely, and behind him were two people who were fully armed with a disinfectant tank on their backs.

As part of the 'disinfection' process, Ren Yifei's room was killed with a transparent spray. It's just that this middle-aged man doesn't look like he's here to disinfect.

But he didn't come in either, he just stood at the door for a while, and when the room was filled with water vapor, they left.

Does this person represent the unscientific power in this instance?

But he came twice and still found nothing. Perhaps the two sides are not a system in the first place. They may be good at dealing with evil created by people, but not so good at dealing with disorder and madness.

"Is this the end?" came the roommate's cold voice.

"This is the end." Ren Yifei sent these people away. His bedroom was shrouded in a thin layer of fog. His roommate was standing in the fog and on the balcony, so he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

One of them stood in the room and the other stood on the balcony. For some reason, the atmosphere was condensed.

Suddenly, Ren Yifei laughed, bent down and picked up the garbage bag: "Since the dormitory has been disinfected, we can also go out. I'm going to take out the garbage." Turning around, there was no expression on his face.

When the middle-aged man was looking at the room outside, his eyes turned to Ren Yifei, but he didn't look at the roommate's place at all.

So did the two people who sprinkled disinfectant. When they passed by the roommate, they didn't even say "Let's go".

If this is an accidental monster, when did it appear?

Ren Yifei thought of the unopened earplug box.

He has an intuition that the 'roommate' will not appear for a long time, even about the same time as the original owner began to feel abnormal.

"Zhao Rui, apart from occasional hallucinations, do you have any other symptoms these days? For example, seeing some non-existent people?" He sent a message to Zhao Rui.

The other party quickly replied: "No. Did you meet?"

"Just a little skeptical."

Ren Yifei went downstairs to take out the garbage, and some other students in the dormitory that had been disinfected came out one after another. They are all talking about the disinfection of the whole school: "I haven't heard of any infectious diseases recently."

"Hey, let's just listen to what the school says. It happens to be free to disinfect it, and it saves me the effort of drying it every day."

"Please, disinfection is disinfection, and drying is drying, so they shouldn't be confused."

The boy who was talking walked out, his voice getting farther and farther, Ren Yi flew to the dormitory, but he didn't take a few steps, there was a 'boom', and the sound of something hitting the wall came from behind.

Then he saw a smoking car with a completely twisted front, a man lying on the steering wheel, his eyes wide open.

However, what was shocking was the place where the wheels rolled over, and the shadows of two people were vaguely seen. Not long ago, the two were still talking, lively.

The entire dormitory was silent for a few seconds, screams began, and there were panic calls to the police.

"Isn't that car Mr. Xia's car?" A person recognized the car.

"Which Teacher Xia?"

"Don't you know? It's Teacher Xia Jiehao from the History Department."

Ren Yifei hasn't found this teacher Xia, and the group has already fried the pot: "The teacher in charge of our club is dead!"

Okay, no need to check.

Not long after, the police came, the body was carried away, and the car was towed away.

After a while, they forgot about Teacher Xia and his car. The students walked over the traces of the car accident and spoke with regret about two boys not long ago, who seemed to have had a car accident.

The lively community group also quieted down, and the text was still there, but no one mentioned Teacher Xia again.

The death of the player is so complete, I thought the high-end copy would be different.

Ren Yifei returned to the bedroom with mixed feelings. It was strange that his roommate was not there. There was no bathroom, no balcony, and no movement in the tent.

But he didn't look for it, just sat down, turned on the phone, used the selfie camera, and slowly turned...

"Are you looking for me?"

The roommate appeared again silently, with his hands on his shoulders, his hands cold as if they had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

But Ren Yifei was the only one in his selfie shots.

Time is ticking, and Ren Yifei's breathing follows the rhythm of time.

The roommate's pale fingers slowly retracted. Suddenly, Ren Yi moved. He grabbed the roommate's arm and pulled it back with force. Then, he pressed him on the table with a clatter, and the computer fell to the side.

"what are you?"

The roommate looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Want to know? I'll tell you."

He struggled for a while, and Ren Yifei let go.

The roommate stood up straight, he smiled at Ren Yifei, and stretched his hand towards his computer. The roommate's fingers touched the keyboard, and Ren Yifei felt that his fingertips also touched the keyboard.

He looked at his hands in surprise.

"So scared?" The roommate didn't know when he appeared behind him again, and he didn't know when he sat back in the chair with one hand on the mouse.

"I sat back? When?!" An inexplicable chill swept Ren Yifei's will.

"Look at the picture." Cold fingers pressed on his shoulder, and his roommate's breath brushed across his face like a snake's cold letter.

A picture appeared on the computer. It belonged to their bedroom. It was the picture that the front camera of the computer could capture.

It's just that there is no yurt tent in this picture, no strange roommate on the opposite side, only a lost original owner wearing winter clothes.

"It's been half a year since he left. Without the harsh game sound, I haven't slept well for a long time."

The computer screen flashed twice, and the second screen appeared. It was the original owner who lost his soul. He was wearing spring long sleeves with a smile on his face, but all the micro-expressions said 'sadness': "I am very happy today, and tomorrow will be too. will be very happy."

Ren Yifei knew something vaguely, and he continued to watch.

At this time, the picture on the computer changed again. He was wearing long sleeves, but rolled up his sleeves, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Tomorrow, the society will hold sacrifices, and I heard that it is a ceremony to pray for blessings. Fulfill any wish. If only it were true."

As his voice fell, the computer screen went black and bright, and a frowning boy with a sad face appeared inside: "I have been having nightmares recently, and I almost stepped on it several times. Fortunately, the new roommate reminded me that although he looks It looks impatient. Occasionally I feel like I've forgotten something. Huh? What is it?"

Ren Yifei was a little surprised. He found that the original owner's expression... no such pain and sadness.

The screen flashed again, and the boy appeared in front of the screen: "I was kicked out by the group, and there was an annoying person in the dormitory. The sound of the game is louder than thunder."

He took a careful look at the empty bed frame behind him, as if someone was sleeping there, and spoke more quietly: "How can I make him quieter? He doesn't seem to have a good temper."

A new roommate that no one else or video can 'see'. There are also energy fields unique to mysterious beings that can stimulate a person's negative emotions.

The grief because of the loss reached the extreme, which gave birth to the delusion of the original owner.

Ren Yifei's lips trembled, and he seemed to understand.