The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Reaching out and picking up the paper on the coffee table, there were only a few scribbles on the paper, which made Saman almost laugh out loud, and couldn't help but say, "I thought he would be smarter. In the end, he bought the murderer and killed him."

"You've done such a good job on the face, he just wants your life, but he can't think of an upright move. Besides, it doesn't matter if the move is smart or not, as long as it's useful, I think it's the best move he's ever done. Smart decision."

After taking a sip of water and picking up a bag of green beans, Sun Qingxu ate a snack and continued to ramble: "Look at your reputation outside, if Tianhong doesn't do anything, this Hong En will become something in your pocket."

"Hong En? This is also worth robbing?" Saman put down the paper, "It looks like the fire is cooking oil and flowers are decorated with brocade, but the site is expanding too fast, the personnel are uneven, it seems to be lively, and the bottom is full of holes. Push it down."

Regarding Saman's remarks, Sun Qingxu said that he was noncommittal. Anyway, as a person, whoever gave money would give his life to him.

Kabeng Kabeng, the fried green beans were ground into powder by teeth, Sun Qingxu sighed: "The Horn of Desolation is so good, no matter how you eat Haisai and spoil your body, you will not get sick, let alone die. Speaking of which, how do you know Behind Dongfeng is Tianhong?"

Tianhong is still pretending to be hypocritical than Saman, and will be caught for this reason?

Hearing this, Saman just sneered: "There is never a real secret in this world."

No matter how thick the mask is, as long as he gets along with him for even a day and gets the micro-expression baseline of his true emotions, he will no longer have 'lies' here in Saman, and all the truth will be clearly written on his face.

People who can stand in the desolate corner are always outstanding in one aspect, and Samantha is particularly accurate in seeing people.

Dongfeng seems to be the power of Dongfeng, in fact, there are three real bosses behind Dongfeng, and Tianhong takes the big lead. When Saman moves Dongfeng, he moves his small treasury. No matter how much Tianhong can bear it, he can't bear it on this matter.

That's right, Saman, who seems to be pressed by Tianhong step by step, is the real driver of all contradictions.

Sun Qingxu asked him, "When are you going to leave, I've been here long enough."

Reaching for a bottle of wine and a glass, Saman sat down on the sofa and poured himself a little. The wine glass in his hand swayed gently, and Saman's eyes were 'dyed' red by the wine.

"After I bring a new copy tomorrow, I should be forced to leave. How is it?" He looked at Sun Qingxu and asked with a smile, "I will open a door for you before I become a Reservoir Dog?"

Sun Qingxu was so frightened that Aodou stopped chewing, and waved his hands: "Don't, I want to live a few more years."

Reservoir dogs? Who believes?

"Seriously, when you entered Hong En that day, you said that as long as Tianhong still regarded you as his brother, he would not leave. So now you are going to tear up your face with him?"

Sun Qingxu rubbed his chin and said to himself, "Could it be that you are going to let the person who came in to deal with you in the game admit that it is the hand of Tianhong?"

"How can the truth revealed by myself be the truth? I am going to expose the identity of the killer, and then find someone among the strange players to help him crack the copy. When this person uploads the copy of the customs clearance, someone will find out the origin and goal of the killer. "

There is a deep meaning in Saman's words: "The 'truth' that the viewers find out by themselves is the 'truth' they are willing to believe."

Tasting high-quality red wine, Saman's eyes penetrated through the curtains and saw a piece of sky outside, where colorful space fish swim.

"The truth is not important, nor is public opinion. All I need is a reason."

They are all chess pieces, and those who enter the top ten of the star list are considered half of the chess players.

He has always wanted to appreciate the scenery in the high places, but unfortunately, Tianhong has been confused by the prosperity on the surface.

"Then I wish you all the best." Sun Qingxu replaced the wine with water, and didn't forget to put a handful of fried green beans in his mouth.

Saman drank the red wine: "Smooth? Of course everything will go well."

"Tsk, these players have actually established forces?" Ren Yifei almost laughed, "Sure enough, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes."

He was looking at the Players Forum, a large online community that seamlessly connects seven districts.

I thought that there would only be trading intelligence, complaining and venting, but I didn't expect that there are hundreds of forces, tricking new tricks every day, and appearing and bursting like bubbles at any time.

This network does not mean 'clean network', and there are all restrictions on it. What is the upper limit of human beings, he does not know. But where is the lower limit, he saw it.

Even in a place where they can only play games for a living, they can play so many tricks. Even the service industry and entertainment industry have developed, not to mention the existence of killers and thugs.

No surprises, no surprises.

"Don't you like it?" The guide wizard felt strange, many players aspire to be the boss.

Ren Yifei shook his head directly: "It's too tired, why don't you get a few people to form a small team and play by yourself."

"Then are you going to lead the team yourself?" the guide elf asked again.

"I didn't say that." Ren Yifei refused. "The benefit of working hard is the power and position. It's better to eat and use than others. It's not interesting."

The guide elf doesn't understand this player at all, ahem, although it was out of the siege and snatched it.

"Dear player, what do you find interesting? No matter what, I will help you." There is nothing to be afraid of kind.

It's a pity that its host has a system PTSD, and it didn't feel the enthusiasm from the guide elves at all, and said coldly: "Perhaps it's more interesting to pretend to be an NPC."

"'Ghosts' can't hurt NPCs because of restrictions. Disguising NPCs is also a very effective strategy." The guide elf admired.

"No, I just like acting and can experience a different life."

He doesn't care if he passes the customs or not.

Buddhist, salted fish.

"Then you like games?"

"No," Ren Yifei shook his head, "I just need a place to act."

Although the guide wizard still doesn't understand, it is a good thing that players want to play the game: "If you need, I can provide consulting services."

Ren Yifei let out an 'oh', but he still didn't have the system for help, but searched online by himself.

None of the public posts on the player forums mention individual games, which seem to be restricted by some kind of rules and cannot be discussed. But other, game ratings, item restrictions, etc., have special hot posts.

The background environment, the ability of ghosts, and the number of participants, players believe, these are the three elements that determine the difficulty of a copy. But the official rating is not in this way, they are directly tested.

Before the copy is updated, there will be an internal test. The official first sets the level by itself, then randomly selects players for experimentation, and finally rates the new copy according to the customs clearance process and death rate.

Such copies of externally recruited testers are also called welfare copies.

The welfare copy can be registered if the conditions are met, and the difficulty depends on the character, but the random drop items are higher-end, and the shell coins can be obtained more.

There is a link at the bottom of the post, which is the latest official welfare copy news.

With sharp eyes, Ren Yifei saw a large dungeon of a 100-member group. The condition for participating was to have a R-rank ghost card of his own.

The internal testing time is ten days later.

Ren Yifei still felt strange: "Dungeons are updated so quickly?"

"Dungeons will be pushed away. On average, low-end difficulty dungeons usually don't last for three months. But there are occasionally exceptions, and those dungeons that stay for more than a year are the ones with the highest difficulty factor. Some The boss has evolved itself."

After listening to the guide elf's words, Ren Yifei thought thoughtfully: "How long has the copy of Grandma Chunzhi stayed?"

"A year and three months are the most difficult batches for novice games. Grandma Chunzhi has also evolved from an N-level card to an R-level card." The guide wizard said, "But happiness and death in low-end games are nothing, neighbors, lovers. , Hongyue, these three copies have stayed for two years.

"They are mid-end games under the banner of low-end. If you are unfortunate enough, please be careful... Calm down, the most important thing is to protect yourself. Of course, the probability of this is very low, it is hard enough to be happy and sad, you will not always So unlucky."

Ren Yifei:  …

Hard to say.

The guide elf didn't mention the mid-end game at all, maybe he thought it was too difficult, and he couldn't handle it. Ren Yifei didn't care much about the difficulty of the copy, he was more concerned about the characters that needed to be performed.

Hundreds of people welfare copy, I don't know what kind of characters will appear, is it a surprise or a shock? Ren Yifei wrote down this matter, he would try it if he had the chance.

"Where did the copy come from? Does it really exist?"

After asking this question, the guide wizard who was always answering began to pretend to be dead, and no response was made no matter how much he poked.

He went to the forum again, and there were many discussions and various speculations, but there was no accepted statement. They only know that the copy is the obsession of a 'ghost', so where did the 'ghost' come from?

He was really interested.

Next, he inquired about some other questions about replicas.

Ren Yifei is preparing for the next game, an ordinary low-end game for non-novice games.

Low-end rounds can only carry one auxiliary item and cannot use any active skills. Presumably this is the ability limit of what they call "low-end rounds".

All three props are available, it is better if there are new options.

Ren Yifei looked at the brass treasure chest.

"Are there lucky blessing koi in the mall?"

"Eh?"

Another new game, another dawn of repetition.

Light wakes up the sleeping world.

The selected person opened his eyes, unaware of the danger lurking in the dark, waiting to shred the prey in front of him at any time.

At the southeast corner of the long street, there is a low-rise apartment building, in the shape of a zigzag, with a small garden in the middle, and cars parked around.

When it was first built, it was still in the city center, and the apartment buildings were also very high-end. Thirty years later, the city center has shifted, and it has become a forgotten old town.

The walls of the apartment building covered with small advertisements are clustered with the fallen leaves of the plane trees, and there is a river full of garbage next to it. From a distance, it looks like a dilapidated scene.

Qiu Feng took a piece of paper, which was a torn wanted notice, with the basic information of the wanted criminal.

"What's the dish today?"

"The fish is good. I got two new baskets of sea fish in the morning, and now I can pick up a few good ones."

An elderly woman passed several women who had been up early to buy groceries on the road, preparing to return to the apartment building.

The proprietress of the breakfast shop opposite stopped her: "It's already ordered, why hasn't Xiao Song come out yet?"

"I'll have a look, maybe I'm up late."

The old woman walks into the apartment building.

The apartment building, which has no elevator and no separate toilet, is now a temporary shelter for the nearby working people and the bottom of the society. As long as you don't mind the mess here, the low rent of 500 yuan per month can still attract a lot of cash-strapped tenants.

Soon after, another gentle young man came to the door with a suitcase, and the administrator at the door welcomed him into the apartment.

It was a decent-looking young man in a well-fitting suit, with shiny shoes of a different brand, dragging a blue suitcase and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, raising his hand every now and then, looking like a social elite.

However, since it has fallen to this side, it is obvious that this decency is just superficial light, and there is no confidence.

"Our apartment was one of the best here in the past. Don't look at the old things, it can be used for decades. Please come with me, Mr. Gu." The administrator has memorized this sentence and saw a Just say it again for new tenants.

As the owner of the apartment, it seems that he has not been able to forget the glory of the past, nor can he get out of the pride of the past.

"Where do I live?" the new tenant asked.

"On the second floor, the location of the No. 1 stairwell is very convenient, and it is far from the toilet. On your right is a guy with bad eyes, very quiet, and on the left is a young couple, but it does not hinder. You can rest assured, our apartment Ah, the neighborhood is harmonious and never quarrels."

The administrator lifted his trousers, causing the keys to jingle.

He led the new tenant inside, and then stepped through the door and turned to the right. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glimpsed that someone slipped on the open-air stairs under the sky, and his body lost his balance.

There are many old men and women among the tenants, and whoever has an accident, the apartment is jointly and severally liable.

"Ah!" The administrator suddenly lost his blood and shouted as he ran, "Be careful!"

A figure rushed past him one step faster.

The author has something to say:

Administrator: The apartment is rented, the price is low, the access is convenient, the neighborhood is harmonious, and there is no quarrel~~