The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Saman entered the backstage of the school again and began to drag the list quickly, making sure that Ren Yifei on the other end could even write down the student's phone number.

There is no doubt that he has seen through Ren Yifei's intention to **** the information, and is sure that he will not just send a mosquito over. But Saman didn't say anything, just silently offered convenience.

Ren Yifei decided to be nice to him when he went back.

"How are you? Neck." The little flower mosquito climbed onto the computer screen and hummed the words 'draw down'.

Saman's expression softened and looked less gloomy: "It's expanding, but it doesn't matter, just don't delay it until the last day."

Saman was comforting Ren Yifei. In fact, when he came to this dungeon, he had a bad premonition, and he couldn't do anything about the thing around his neck.

Ren Yifei had already heard that this was a lie, and he controlled the mosquito to fly to Saman's hand: Don't worry.

‘Don’t worry, if the Horn of Desolation dares to do it, it will be demolished alive. ’

In theory, Ren Yifei is not yet capable of demolishing such a large system, but at this time, he is still willing to brag and reassure his lover.

Let's not mention whether Saman feels this feeling. In short, Saman is very happy to be able to contact Afei. Even in paper puppet form.

He couldn't wait to share the intelligence he had gained with Ren Yifei.

With the advantage of the original owner's identity, and still staying in an environment where the original owner lived, as long as you look carefully, you can always find clues left by the original owner, and then infer the original owner's personality, behavior, hobbies, etc.

So Saman must know more than anyone else.

But it was of no use, at least not to him. The marks on Saman's neck spread toward the neck and, if not stopped, would form a circle in four days.

Although there is no evidence, he has this hunch: this copy is very targeted to him, and it seems that he wants to keep him here forever. No matter how many clues he found, he could not stop this sacrifice as a priest.

If things don't turn around, he is bound to die, and it's useless if the immortals come.

Therefore, being able to contact Ren Yifei at this time is not only an additional way for Saman, but also a kind of psychological comfort. Assuming that he really suffered misfortune this time, at least he would not leave without warning, and he could still say goodbye.

"The original owner is an unqualified priest." Saman typed on the computer, he was worried that the partition wall had ears.

The little mosquito landed on top of Saman's head, carefully looking at the words on the computer screen.

"The candidate for this highest-level sacrifice must be a female priest within the clan. The original owner forcibly sacrificed, even if he did not design himself as a sacrifice, the end would be bleak in the end."

Saman's statement confirmed Ren Yifei's speculation that the vice president is indeed a fanatical believer, but sadly, his own qualifications are not enough.

Although he can occasionally feel the 'extraordinary power' (the original subject), most of the time he can only watch others being favored by the gods, get inspiration from dreams, and even break through.

Contact with such mysterious life, although there is a great possibility of death, but there is also a certain possibility to inspire talent and become an outstanding artist.

Saman isn't sure if that's why the original owner took the plunge. But it is a definite fact that the original owner tried to drag innocents into the water and create opportunities for himself.

"You know that there are some insects in nature that have the habit of eating their mates during the mating period. The female insects eat while mating to replenish energy. Once the energy is insufficient, the female insects will start to eat the male insects, starting from the head. So, in order to avoid death, If they want to leave offspring, the males have to prepare enough food in advance.

"The original owner thought that the same is true for sacrifice. As long as there are enough sacrifices, he can get benefits without losing his life. He is a little too naive."

Ren Yifei in the library nodded imperceptibly, "Isn't it? In this case, of course, eat as much as you come, and there is no sequence. At least he never picked the number when he devoured things before.

"So, is his obsession in the end or 'dead' and want to change this ending?"

The little mosquito crawled out a sentence on the screen, and Saman watched it for a while before he understood what it was.

"No, the truth is more uncomfortable than this. His sacrifice was not completely successful, but he did send many people to see mysterious beings, except him. The increase in the number of sacrifices does not seem to have any bonus to whether he can be favored or not. effect."

The case is solved, the original owner's artistic talent is not enough, and the mysterious life does not look down on it.

This is not even possible to meet, and the others are even more nonsense. No matter what the original owner wanted to achieve, or wanted to see the "mysterious existence", his hopes were completely lost.

The two of them were talking through the paper puppet, analyzing the vice president bit by bit, trying to find some clues. Suddenly there was a gust of wind in Saman's bedroom.

"What's wrong?" The little mosquito was blown down and slid on the table. Saman immediately took it back into his palm.

The wind became stronger, and a black shadow appeared on the wall out of thin air. Ren Yifei could vaguely smell the aura of killing. Saman didn't look back, but quickly deleted all previous conversations and chose not to keep the files when closing.

The little mosquito rested on the back of his hand and flapped its wings, as if asking: what happened.

"Players only." Saman carefully put the little mosquito into a small hood and placed it on the shelf.

Through the eyes of the paper puppet, Ren Yifei looked at the Saman closed space. He didn't know what skills he used, but he actually broke the space and dragged the players hidden in the dark.

The player couldn't understand it. He clearly used the skill of long-range assassination. Why was everyone dragged along?

"It's stupid." Ren Yifei thought to himself, "Saman's item library has more than ten pages, and there are probably a lot of passive skills in the skill library. How can he be killed so easily."

He really wanted to take a closer look at the battle, but Saman grabbed a handkerchief and covered the glass cover.

Ren Yifei:  …

This handkerchief belonged to the vice president, a clean grey-blue plaid handkerchief, washed white. Ren Yifei also saw two sesame-sized capital letters embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, with an ampersand in the middle.

L&Y.

"Huh? Isn't this a couple's handkerchief? Does the vice president still have a partner?"

Outside Saman and the player were in full swing. Ren Yifei didn't know who the player was, but only knew that they each used props and skills.

As a disguise, Ren Yifei's biggest trouble is caused by NPCs, so he doesn't know how dangerous the battle between players is.

Those players said they wanted to kill him and Saman, but they didn't say it, but they couldn't find him, so they didn't do it.

Through the semi-transparent handkerchief, the vision is blocked, and with the miniature size, the view will be distorted. So Ren Yifei didn't even know what kind of life-and-death struggle the two had gone through. He only saw the final result.

The intruder was dead, and the body fell to the ground, without blood, and looked like it had been poisoned.

And Saman sprayed his wound with a blank expression. This liquid would form a biofilm on the wound and accelerate the healing of the wound. It was an advanced and rare item.

He opened the glass cover, and the little mosquito flew out: which number?

It eagerly 'writes' in the air.

"One yesterday, one today." Saman had already dealt with the wound, and he sat down again, the corpse behind him didn't seem to exist.

Also, the player dies at the hands of the player, and the body will disappear without a trace soon.

Behind most of the dormitory is the ruined dormitory, and there are dead players at the foot, but it does not prevent them from continuing to analyze the character characteristics of the vice president based on the existing clues, and guess his current identity.

"The vice president is a transsexual, everyone knows that."

Seeing Little Mosquito tilting his head up and listening carefully, Saman continued: "According to the few words left by this person, he is not only prone to personality disorders, but also envy other girls in private, so he can wear skirts and keep long hair openly.

"From his standpoint, this dungeon can choose a role, which is equivalent to giving him a chance to re-choose his role in life."

According to Saman's analysis, he believes that the current role of the vice president is more likely to be a beautiful and popular woman.

Ren Yifei recognized the results of Saman's analysis and put forward his own opinion - the women chosen by the vice president must be familiar to him and even meet frequently.

No reason, just because 'he envy'.

"Envy needs a clear target. The closer you get, the greater the possibility." The little mosquito flew up and stayed on the embroidered letters on the handkerchief. "Has the vice president been friends with women? Or women who pursue him?"

The vice president's surname is Liu, L, and now he is curious who Y is.

"Huh?" Saman noticed the embroidered words on the handkerchief.

The handkerchief had been folded there before, and Salman ignored the ant-sized embroidery when he checked.

"Let me check."

Saman had already moved all the original owner's personal files to a folder, and it was easy to find them now.

Soon they found some clues, which were sent by others, asking for information about the vice president's emotional gossip. This person made fun of the vice president, saying that he and the girl were so close, that they were in and out together, was there any drama?

The vice president of course denied it, only saying that he was a friend and not worthy of it.

This passage does not explicitly say who it is, but only mentions that it is a member of the society.

"The possibility is very high. Always going in and out at the same time can actually explain some problems. Maybe this girl is the ideal type of the vice president-the ideal type to become a girl." Saman looked at the handkerchief and shook his head.

"But it seems that the girl misunderstood, and the vice president's mood must be very complicated."

"You can find it in the small community group, the 'ghost' is now in the small community group." Ren Yifei affirmed.

Criminals will instinctively focus on their case, just like 99 percent of people look at the toilet after going to the toilet before flushing it.

Therefore, he is very likely to hide in the victim and keep an eye on how things are going.

The girl with the surname Y, a member of the club, not too bad in appearance, is the third type of person in the official list.

Looking in this direction, it seems that the target is very obvious.

"There are two eligible girls in the small club group, Yu Xueming and Yu Huijun. Their external conditions are good, and Xiaojiabiyu is the type that many boys will like."

"Choose one of two? ... It's too easy, I always feel cheated." Ren Yifei didn't believe in the integrity of the Desolate Corner.

"It is advisable to make a quick decision. Whether there are traps or not, you have to look at them before you can judge. I will find an opportunity to meet both of them." Saman already had an idea in his mind.

The situation on Ren Yifei's side is a little more complicated, because he still has to maintain his character, and he doesn't know what reason to find a meeting with them.

"This round, Saman is going to take the lead?" Ren Yifei cut off the connection with Mosquito and returned to the library.

In such a short period of time, the number of people in the library has increased, and it is the end of the semester. Even if there is an epidemic, it will not delay everyone to study hard and not fail the course.

"Ding——" New information appeared in the small group, but it was one that Ren Yifei didn't expect.

"How many people died in a coma in the hospital?"

what happened? It's not even eleven o'clock, it's not the time for ghosts to kill. And he has cut off their connection with the mysterious existence, and it is impossible to interfere with the mysterious power, so how can several die?

"Ghost, there are helpers?" Ren Yifei covered his forehead. He closed his eyes and went through the previous information. Suddenly, he remembered the stack of handkerchiefs that were washed and used and still cherished on the shelf.

Is the vice president's feelings for this woman just envy? And the handkerchief that the woman gave to the vice president was just a misunderstanding?

The premise of their reasoning about the identity of the ghost is that, as a transsexual, the ghost thinks that he is a woman, wants to be a woman, and likes men.

"But who stipulated that transsexuals must like same-sex?"