The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

After Ren Yifei made such remarks, many people regarded him as an enemy. There are some things that don't matter, because of the overall atmosphere, they also refrain from talking to him.

To be honest, these elementary school-like ostracisms can't do any harm to Ren Yifei. Arrogant to a certain level, he saw that everyone felt that this person was not worthy of deep friendship with him.

Saman is the exception, he is too fragrant.

At 11:30, all the people who went out came back. The long table was full of people. Some of these people talked about the case and some gossip, and then waited for the dishes to start.

"Papapa." There was a warm applause from the long table, "I watched a very exciting reasoning today, and I also heard some very interesting arguments."

The contestants weren't quite sure what this person meant by 'wonderful reasoning' and 'interesting argument', but they thought their reasoning was brilliant.

However, the voice did not continue to speak, but ordered to serve.

Ren Yifei was sitting in a chair, flipping through his cell phone, but thinking in his heart: The owner of this voice found himself vaguely reminding the audience over there that this is also an 'outside the law'?

I don't know when the local will find out that there is a change here. It's only one death now, but it's hard to say in the future.

In addition, he has a strange feeling: the number of users of the software of Reasoning Master seems to be a bit excessive.

There are less than ten people here just now, but the number of users of this software is as high as seven. Unless this is national software, this ratio is too high.

If things are different, there must be a reason. I just don't know what this 'cause' is.

When the food was served, the rich dishes interrupted Ren Yifei's thinking. He picked up his chopsticks and blinked at the live broadcast camera: "Did you see it? Full of meat and full of love!"

As he spoke, he tore off a fried quail leg: "Brush with honey sauce and seasoning, bake until golden brown, and sprinkle with a little salt at the end. When you bite down, there is a squeak. It is the sound of the thin and crispy skin cracking. The lean meat is tender and delicious. After eating, you can eat a bite of the boiled quail eggs next to it, two generations of a family, neat and tidy.”

"Devil." The audience scolded and drooled before the live broadcast. Damn, it looks so delicious! Is this a detective show? This is a detective on the tip of your tongue!

That Huang Chengcheng's shredded chicken and shark fin porridge also looks super delicious. Seeing how intoxicated his eyes are almost narrowing... The audience involuntarily took out their mobile phones and started today's takeout.

"Can I order?" Ren Yifei asked the waiter behind him on a whim.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the others subconsciously: "This..."

"Yes." The voice appeared on the long table. "The winner has everything. That's our purpose."

Ren Yifei's eyes lit up: "I want fruit wood roast duck, the kind that hangs on the stove. And fried foie gras with a little caviar. By the way, and orange-stuffed crab!"

He thought of what to order, and he was just performing on the spot what is called 'push the nose on the face', but the waiter actually took out a small notebook and took it down seriously. The other players were in a trance, always feeling that they were not playing a game.

After lunch, the unsolved contestants went to learn about the case. Ren Yifei stayed in the villa. He wandered silently in the corridor like a shadow for the oil paintings on the corridor.

These oil paintings are another clue. Without that oil painting today, he would not have immediately known that the deceased was a young designer, and then obtained the specific address from Officer Zhang.

The rooms on both sides of the corridor were closed, some for the players, some for the unoccupied. He went to the third floor and found that the way to the attic was blocked with a black iron fence.

The floor inside the iron fence was as clean as new, not like it was uninhabited. Ren Yifei knew what his evening program was.

When there is something to do, time always flies by quickly. Before we knew it, it was time for dinner, and the players hurried back. They were still sweaty, and their mood at the moment could be seen from their expressions.

Most people are still stable, but some are very uneasy.

Before dinner is the usual heartbeat moment - write the answer.

Ren Yifei wrote 'ex-boyfriend' without hesitation.

Not many people were as confident as he was there. Even if you have a certainty, most of them still have to think about it at this time, or review the story again to confirm that there are no mistakes and omissions, and then write down the answer.

After all the answers were written, the food delivery truck came, and the waiter arranged the food in portions. Ren Yifei was different. In front of him was the fried foie gras he ordered at noon, sprinkled with caviar, as well as fruit wood roast duck and orange-stuffed crab.

He couldn't wait to lift the lid of the orange, and scooped out a spoonful of crab meat with a small spoon: "Ah, what kind of fairy is the chef who made this dish. If I win, can I take the chef away?"

The crowd stared.

They don't know if they should complain about his whimsical belief that he can win first, or whether they should complain about his obsession with food. As an idol who needs to control his diet, is it not good to eat every meal?

"It's a former idol." Ren Yifei corrected their erroneous statement, "I've already retired, the whole network is black." Even the fans are gone.

"Isn't it possible to get up again? Your policeman has said that there is insufficient evidence, and it is not a matter of a sentence to come back?" Some people also disagreed. The entertainment industry is so easy to earn, how could it be really willing to leave? Die in the casino.

Ren Yifei raised his head and let out a breath. The original owner is definitely not reconciled, and he can't be so casually pressed on his head for something he didn't do, but...

"I can't go back. It's not who I offend, it's capital."

There are so many navy forces leading the rhythm of a matter that has no effect. Official clarifications are useless.

To say that there is no capital behind it is really unbelievable. Unless they have a great say, or they are capital, bright and bright stars are puppets in the hands of capital.

"Huh." The man still didn't believe it. Seeing that Ren Yifei was eating deliciously, he also took a piece of dessert made of purple potato, hesitated for a while, and took a risk.

One bite, nothing, two bites, nothing.

"I knew it." The player swallowed the rest with a smug smack, and then with a 'smack', his face fell towards the table.

The players were startled, those who had not eaten started to hesitate, and those who had already eaten half were also confused.

"The murderer is an ex-boyfriend, and the evidence is..." A girl with glasses in the row below reminded the rest that she had eaten for a while, and her answer was right.

Several people in the crowd put down their cutlery with white faces, and they chose the wrong answer.

The girl wearing glasses looked at Ren Yifei. She was outside the door in the morning, watching him standing inside alone, confident, and even found all three suspects.

In fact, she quickly found the suspect, but she still felt like she had lost. So this person has such a brain, why doesn't he want to join the entertainment industry?

The girl suddenly gave birth to some regrets of falling pearls.

At this moment, Ren Yifei was eating egg pudding and thinking about the symptoms of the person who fell just now. It is indeed different from the first player who fell yesterday, and the details are quite different.

Today, this player's attack time is longer than yesterday's, and he has no symptoms of shortness of breath, and he has no blushing complexion. Not a manifestation of cyanide poisoning.

Therefore, the organizer prepared two kinds of medicines for the eliminated contestants, one to cause coma and one to cause death.

After taking the coma drug, the players will appear on the ship as hostages. After taking the lethal medicine, he will be dealt with as a 'dry ticket'.

So what are the conditions of distinction? What do people who hide in the dark use to judge whether a person should die or not? If Ren Yifei intervenes at this time and sabotages the plan of the mastermind behind the scenes, will he kill Ren Yifei?

For example, say the correct answer of 'ex-boyfriend' before the end of the answer, and attach a convincing explanation.

The sensible Ren Yifei interrupted his dangerous thoughts in time.

Even if you want to use your body as a bait to lead the latter out, it should be in the middle and late stages of the 30th, and the timing is more suitable. At this moment, it is directly pierced, but it is shocked by the grass.

You may even pay yourself in, which is not worth the loss.

The unconscious person was carried away, and there were a few others with stiff faces and trembling with fear, and the atmosphere on the long table was depressed again. Even Ren Yifei was much quieter.

If you count correctly, the number of eliminations on this day is four, and the survivors are thirty-nine.

Assuming that so many are eliminated every day, I am afraid that this will last for less than 30 days. I wonder if the organizer will adjust the difficulty of the game.

Most of these people are detective enthusiasts and are good at talking on paper. Now they have really practiced, and a lot of knowledge cannot be used properly. The real level has not been exerted, and it is difficult to exert it.

"Meal time is over." At half past six, the nightmarish voice appeared again, with a demon-like wicked laugh in it.

"The answering time is over. It is a pity that four contestants did not answer correctly."

The waiter stepped forward and made an inviting gesture to the three players who didn't move a grain of rice.

"I'm not leaving!" I thought they would leave as quietly as yesterday's players, but one of them had stretched his nerves to the limit, and it was shattered at the slightest touch.

She stood up and shoved the food in front of her, smashing the cups and plates: "Where will the eliminated people go? In front of so many people, and in front of tens of millions of local audiences, you Dare to say it?"

The contestant had red eyes, not crying, but rather angry: "We are here to participate in the detective game, not the survival crisis!"

Her words resonated with others who needed a statement. At least you should know what happens if you fail.

He is really a smart person. He knows to use his biggest advantage - his position, to connect everyone with his identity as a player, and then rely on the world on the other side of the live broadcast to form a force that can touch the official a little bit.

The result can't be worse anyway, so why not take the risk?

"On the eleventh day, there will be a resurrection project for eliminated players. Among those who have been eliminated, we will select three people based on their comprehensive abilities and resurrect them back to the team."

Instead of answering their question directly, the voice said something that didn't seem to be related.

"And the Easter? That means... are they all right?"

The voice did not answer, but the players acquiesced. A piece of the stone was removed from their hearts. Even the players who had refused to leave before walked up to the waiter. She pointed to the door: "Let's go, we're going to be eliminated. where?"