The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

A box appeared on everyone's desktop for them to write.

Ren Yifei used his hand as a pen to write down what he thought was the murderer in the box.

Don't look at the stories or secrets behind it. From a purely logical point of view, the murderer is a person who knows the specific conditions of these houses, including but not limited to the population inside and the specific commute time.

In fact, the first time he thought of the person in charge Liu who knew a lot about this matter.

But when I think about it, it should be impossible to ask the murderer to introduce the case to them. This operation is too showy. It is the famous 'conspiracy reasoning' in detective novels. It is not like a test of reasoning ability, but more like a deliberate trick. Confused players, too misleading.

A well-known example of the so-called "conspiracy reasoning" is to design the first-person protagonist, who should be a bystander and recorder, as a murderer. The narrative is full of misleading and gives many wrong clues.

If the person in charge of Liu is the murderer, most of the contestants will be eliminated this time, and the show will be unwatchable.

Moreover, with the habit of Chief Liu who greets people when he sees them, if he is the murderer, he will be easily noticed by people in the community and exposed.

Therefore, the scope of suspects can be narrowed down to 'door security', 'cleaner', and 'circuit repairer'. Lawn mowing workers are ruled out because the main area of ​​activity is public lawns.

At this time, you need to consider the second factor - tools.

The thief needs to climb up to the second floor and break through the window. The second floor is not short, and there is no place to borrow strength next to it, so some tools are bound to be used. He needs to carry tools when committing a crime, and he needs to take back the tools after committing a crime. So, where are the tools?

Cleaners can put tools in garbage trucks, maintenance workers can put tools in toolboxes, and security guards have no such conditions. At this time, security guards can be excluded.

The conditions of these two people are similar, they have the opportunity to observe the movements of the people in the villa, they can carry tools, and they can walk through the villas without being suspected.

At this time, the exclusion method is still used.

From the clues given by the person in charge of Liu, the goal and route of the perpetrator were very clear. He went up from the second floor and went straight to the master bedroom to steal the precious items in the safe.

There is a prerequisite here, the perpetrator must know where the master bedroom is. But, to be honest, although the person in charge Liu said that there are twenty-four internal division modes, from the outside, it is impossible to tell which one is the master bedroom.

It is not easy for the cleaners who have been on the ground to quickly plan their way to the master room. Repairmen can do it.

This community is all three-storey villas, and they are shielded by tall trees, and drones are not allowed to fly. Well, the only people who have the opportunity to see the second and third floors of the villa from a height are the circuit maintenance workers who occasionally need to climb up the poles.

Ren Yifei stood in the main room on the third floor and looked out. Above the tree canopy, except for the sky, there were wires and poles. If someone is on the pole, he can see what's going on here.

"Circuit repairer." He wrote these words down and clicked to confirm.

A minute later, the box disappeared, and the voice appeared again: "It seems that everyone has their own opinions on who the murderer is. Well, let's have dinner first, and in a moment you will know who is right and who is wrong. ."

At noon, we have to distinguish between right and wrong before we start to eat. Is it right and wrong after we have eaten? Is this event so humane?

Ren Yifei felt a little strange. He didn't know what the organizers were doing, but he could only follow these arrangements at the moment.

At this time, the waiters had already pushed out the dining cart, grilled lobster, steamed pasta, and wrapped meat in a pot... Various dishes that rarely appeared on one occasion were brought up and placed in front of the contestants.

Ren Yifei took two more glances: this batch of staff does not seem to be the same batch as at noon.

The waiter brought hot towels, cutlery and drinks, some with bubbling wine and some with freshly squeezed juice. In front of Ren Yifei was a glass of golden amber sparkling wine with lime slices on the edge as a decoration.

He picked it up, and just took a sip, when he saw the person who was holding the juice suddenly widened his eyes, the juice in his hand fell on the table, one hand pinched his neck, his breath was short, his face was red, and then he started to retching. , his fingers twitched, and then he slammed his face down on the dinner plate with a 'pop' and lost consciousness.

Ren Yifei turned his head and spit the wine in his mouth directly onto the hand towel.

"You..." Next to this person was the curly-haired girl, she was startled, and the cup in her hand fell on the table, "What's wrong with you?"

"Bang bang bang" three times in a row, and three more people were lying on the table. Everyone stopped moving. Their faces were frightened and confused, and they couldn't enjoy dinner calmly.

However, the waiter behind the man seemed to be ready, he directly pulled the man, carried him and left neatly. All the food and tableware in front of the man were also taken away.

"Hehe," the voice said, "don't be nervous, they just took a short-acting drug. As the price of failure."

"Really, really?" The contestants laughed dryly, with a lot of uncertainty in their voices.

Ren Yifei didn't say a word, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Forgive him for his short-sightedness, he could only think of one poison—cyanide—for the symptoms of shortness of breath, nausea and vomiting, and flushing of the face within a minute.

Quick, fierce, mortal.

The smell of food was mixed in the air, and he didn't smell bitter almonds.

Ren Yifei glanced at the waiters again out of the corner of his eyes. These people were tall and short, and he couldn't see anything special. He also saw other people eat half of the lamb chops, and that person was fine.

Did he think too much, or did something unexpected happen?

"Hahaha, only those who fail to solve the problem will faint. If you have enough confidence in yourself, you can let go of this feast." The voice sounded on the long, quiet table.

"Still, are you afraid?"

This aggressive method is obvious enough, but now they have nothing in their hands, and they can only eat here if they want to eat. Life and death are all in the hands of others, and they have no right to refuse.

In this case, is there any other way besides obeying?

No one moved at the scene, they were all waiting for the first person to do it. Ren Yifei picked up his fork and plunged it into a small piece of fried steak.

The sound of a metal fork plunging into a thick steak caught many eyes. He picked up the fork and slowly put it into his mouth, the other players swallowed their saliva nervously.

If it had been cyanide, the drink he had just put on his lips would have been deadly enough, but nothing happened. Moreover, Ren Yifei has full confidence in his own judgment.

Unless they have to engage in 'conspiracy'.

He smiled at the live camera, then opened his mouth and bit down on the steak.

2.5cm thick steak, pan-fried in butter until medium rare, then cut into pieces. The meat on both sides was fried until it turned brown, and the meat was juicy, but there was still a bit of red hemoglobin in it. When I took a bite, the tender beef rolled between the lips and teeth, and it seemed to taste a faint creamy fragrance.

The other players stared at him, watching him finish one piece of steak and fork the second, as if he was addicted to it.

"The fat ratio is just right. A steak with too much fat tastes more creamy, but loses a little bit of its chewiness, which is just right. The steak is just sprinkled with a little sea salt and crushed black pepper, and it tastes only rich. Flesh. This beef is delicious on its own and doesn't need a lot of strong spice to enhance the flavor."

He is like a qualified food anchor, and after eating, he also wants to talk about his thoughts after the meal. The back of his neck, which was not swept by the live broadcast, was covered in sweat, but his face that appeared in the camera had a reassuring smell of 'entertainment'.

As a qualified 'entertainer', the last thing you should do is to let the audience see the so-called 'hard work' and 'thrilling' process.

Although the situation here is complicated, it does not have to bother the viewers and sleepless nights.

It's just that Ren Yifei's idea was not completely successful. After he was fine, several more players started to eat the food on the table, and as a result, another person fell down.

"The person I chose is a circuit repairer." Ren Yifei 'talked to himself', "I'm lucky, I guessed it right."

As he said that, he forked another piece of steak and put it into his mouth. The faces of several players on the long table instantly turned pale, and they put down the things in their hands.

The meal was finished in an extremely depressed atmosphere, and those who had dinner were asked to go back to their rooms, while those who had not eaten were invited to the other side, not knowing what was waiting for them.

Ren Yifei even saw someone secretly hiding a knife and fork.

Cutlery can kill, too, as long as it's fast enough. It may be better if you soak it in wine.

The players are a little uneasy. They are not fools, even smart people, so they will not easily believe the official word.

What fast-acting sleeping pills?

They don't know of any narcotic drugs that make people short of breath and flushed.

It's just that they didn't dare to show their traces, because they were afraid that they would become the next target, so they all played stupid here.

The players met in the stairwell, and used various methods to express themselves in places where the live broadcast camera could not see: What should I do now?

"There is no way." The person who received the signal smiled back.

Their bodies are under control, and even all activities are monitored through live broadcasts.

"It would be nice if everyone could answer correctly." A contestant said tentatively, "No one will be eliminated."

"There is also a live broadcast popularity elimination system." Another player directly burst this beautiful soap bubble, how could the official allow them all to pass the level? Even if they are all right, there are still the least popular eliminations waiting for them.

"Ah~" Ren Yifei yawned as he walked past them, "It's so sleepy, so sleepy, you have to keep your spirits up to deal with tomorrow's affairs."

"I really didn't expect that there are such fast-acting sleeping pills in the world. People who are troubled by insomnia should really need them, right?"

Ren Yifei went to the room, opened the door, turned on the light, and smiled at the live broadcast camera: "But it certainly doesn't include me. My sleep quality has always been good."

"Speaking of which, I was really taken aback at that time, and I thought something happened. But this activity was approved, so I felt relieved when I thought about it."

The other players in the live broadcast room showed some signs of being 'scared', but he seemed to be completely unaffected here, and he could calmly choose his clothes and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

However, the audience before the live broadcast did not feel that thrilling at all. They thought it was an ingenious exit performance, and they thought it was very interesting. The reaction of the players was also very real and exciting, which was very good.

"Let's do this kind of plot a few more times, it feels super good, and there is a thrilling feeling!" The audience petitioned.

With the development of network information, the tastes of the audience are being nurtured more and more by this explosive entertainment era, and leisure programs can no longer satisfy their appetite.

The previous detective games were still a little boring, but the row of 'death' on the long table made them 'survive' again, thinking 'I can do it again'.

The audience responded so enthusiastically that even the organizer, who was originally unhappy, smiled after seeing the reaction on the Internet: "Although this time I am a bit self-assured, but for the sake of the program's effect, I forgive you for the time being. Once, not next time."

"Okay." The person in charge of the event hung up the phone, looking at the dark sea outside, "Is it more thrilling?"