The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPCCh27 - Neighbourhood (12)
The NEET player's home has piles of take-out boxes littered everywhere and a mixture of acrid smells coming from spoiled food filled the air.
However, he himself did not seem to perceive any of it. He calmly sat down in the pile of garbage and waved at the deliveryman, "Sit, don't be polite, what do you want to drink?" VZNCJB
The deliveryman's mouth twitched as he looked at the mess in the house. He gave a dry smile, "I'm not thirsty, you don't have to be polite."
In the past three days, the NEET player has eaten at least twenty take-out boxes and his whole body smelled like the slop bucket you would find in the kitchen of a restaurant, both greasy and rotten.
Chrysanthemum Garden.
For some players, the greatest benefit of participating in the games would be 'eating'.
The food in the Cape of Desolation was really too expensive, he played the game once yet it was only enough to cover the three basic meals for a month. If it was used on a little bit of 'entertainment', this measly amount of money would not be enough to support him for a month. o7VKz3
For that reason, he was only able to feast like this in the games.
"That vicious criminal..." the news was still being broadcasted on the TV. The young host's expression was sullen as they reported the news with a serious tone.
The delivery man looked up, his eyes met the host's on the screen; although his lips were smiling, his eyes were not.
The NEET player opened the take-out box and sucked in the aroma of the fried food. When he looked up, he saw that the other party was watching the TV and turned it off, "This TV always broadcast things that don't make sense."
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"You're right," the deliveryman looked back and said with a smile.
"It'll be the fourth day soon," the deliveryman glanced at him and then sighed, "None of the players are exposed so it'll be a blind selection stage next. I've always had bad luck whereas you're much better off in comparison, at least you have a companion, he doesn't seem like he'll ever die or need saving."
It was fine before when nothing was said, but now that it was mentioned, the NEET player's heart sank as he bit the chopsticks, his face gradually darkening.
If Saman already knew of his objective, then his situation would not only be the same as other players, it would actually be a few points worse. E4M5jT
Since that person was capable of turning the tables against an assassin, how could he be softhearted and lenient?
The NEET player felt that Saman's existence posed more of a threat than the 'ghost'.
"It's time, I'm going to deliver takeouts first. It's just how the situation is, it's better to find something to do to kill time," the deliveryman stood up.
The NEET player was deep in thought and it took a few seconds for him to respond, "Oh, you must be busy." rm6hs
The deliveryman was about to open the door when he suddenly looked back, "You should avoid dwelling on unpleasant things, maybe we're both lucky?"
The NEET player squeezed his chopsticks tightly and did not speak.
The deliveryman left. After a few minutes of dead silence, the still-warm bowl of takeaway chicken nuggets was flung towards the wall.
The NEET player's eyes turned red. Since he had already agreed to Tian Hong's request and entered this game, he has no other choice. gwrVOT
Ensure Saman's death, he'll have a chance to live, perhaps even obtain glory and wealth.
If he doesn't kill, he could only wait to be killed by Tian Hong's people once he got out.
Chrysanthemum Garden.
The NEET player took out a collection of valuable props, props that were specially prepared for Saman.
Saman had offended too many people when he cleaned up the red light district. QiM3o
Dongfeng was nothing more than a chess piece pushed out to be sacrificed, behind them are various hidden forces.
By destroying the red light district, Saman not only offended those forces that used it as a source of income but also the people who could die at any time and only wanted to enjoy themselves while they are still alive.
"Saman, you can't blame me for this, if you're looking for someone to blame, you can only blame yourself for being meddlesome and invoking people's anger."
He broke the chopsticks as his eyes exuded a fierce aura.
The hour-hand turned half a circle and it was noon, Ren Yifei's takeaway arrived but it was still not the deliveryman player who hasn't appeared in the past two days.
"Does he not delivery here anymore?" Ren Yifei asked the unfamiliar deliveryman.
"No, I met him previously, he still goes this way," the deliveryman said as he handed over the takeout box. Seeing Ren Yifei's inconvenient situation, he carefully stuffed the box into his hands.
Ren Yifei took the take-out box and laughed, "Are you guys very familiar with each other- oh, are you his colleague?" t0NC6
"Not really, I often run into him around this area."
"Oh, is something wrong with him these days?"
"Something wrong? He's the same as before. You're..." the deliveryman was a little surprised, wondering why he was asking so many things.
Ren Yifei shook his head and said embarrassedly, "We are neighbours, I'm a little worried that he hasn't shown up for a few days." h80ZBX
The deliveryman saw his embarrassment and blushed, he also felt that he was too paranoid and thought too much. He sighed emotionally, "Xiao Zheng does not have it easy. With no parents, he could only depend on himself for everything and is very hardworking."
"Do you guys work very late?"
"Isn't that how it is? Ah."
After sending the deliveryman away, Ren Yifei closed the door, the take-out box in his hand was steaming hot but his heart and lungs were cold. U6Q3zS
He stood in a daze for a while before covering his face and letting out a low laugh.
"Such an obvious thing, I actually only noticed it now."
Chrysanthemum Garden.
Being a deliveryman requires familiarity with many routes and contacts with different people, it would be difficult for ordinary people to adapt to their job right away. At that time, he should have thought that Xiao Zheng definitely had a problem.
The 'ghost' inside was either Xiao Zheng himself or someone who was very familiar with Xiao Zheng's work. mjyJq3
It is very likely that it was Xiao Zheng himself.
Accidentally revealing himself to be a 'player' on the first day was simply a play, a play that Xiao Zheng directed. This play had fooled them all.
From that moment on, the play had begun.
Granny Chun Zhi killing the monk before disguising herself was already brilliant. But the boss of this instance was even more brilliant. He had actually pretended to be a player from the very beginning, a perfect imitation. bQZ8fU
Looking at the take-out box and then looking at the time, Ren Yifei stood up and took a deep breath as he stretched out his hand to organise his clothes.
He has a habit of organising his clothes to relieve stress.
Because at that moment, a very crazy plan popped up in his mind.
Ren Yifei was betting that the 'ghost' could not take action before eleven o'clock. LH7AUa
He exited his residence. Coincidentally, the door next to him also opened with a creak.
"Mr Lin?" Ren Yifei asked.
"En," Saman looked at the direction of his foot, they were not pointing towards the stairs, "Is Bozhi going out?"
"Ah? No, Xiao Zheng who delivers food to me before hasn't shown up for two days, I'm going to check on him," Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head, his eyes were still foggy but his smile was soft and harmless. OwWg3c
Saman opened his mouth. He wanted to say that it might be dangerous but remembered the rule that the 'ghost' cannot harm NPCs and changed the topic, "It's noon, has Bozhi eaten?"
Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head, "I'll eat later, how about you?"
Saman looked in the direction of Floral Shirt's room, he was intending to go there but he said, "I'm about to go now."
The two men nodded to each other and said their friendly goodbyes before turning their backs. x1Gdwp
Ren Yifei grazed his fingers over the cold house number plates one by one.
The paint was peeling and its residue was stuck on the door number over the years. However, the house number where the deliveryman resided was very clean, it even seemed to be wiped down from time to time.
Chrysanthemum Garden.
"Xiao Zheng, are you there?"
Ren Yifei stood at the door, raising and lowering his hand several times hesitantly, "Coming to his door without consideration is not very good, right?" RlhOac
"O-otherwise, forget it..." he seemed to shrink back a little and reached out to touch the door, intending to walk back.
The door that had been previously closed, opened at that moment. Shock was written all over his face and his eyes were full of amazement.
Ren Yifei was startled and instinctively shrank for a moment before asking, "Is this Xiao Zheng's residence? If not, sorry for disturbing you."
"Yes!" The deliveryman's voice was slightly higher than usual and his calm expression cracked. GmLOrP
"It's me," he repeated in a lower voice.
Behind the deliveryman, the computer on the desk beside his bed was displaying everything that was occurring at the door.
The cold electronic eyes on the door frame watched quietly while recording all that happened.
On the computer screen, what would have been a picturesque scene of Ren Yifei dressed in warm white clothing in front of the sunny sky was ruined by the sudden intrusion of a dark shadow. qLApaF
The deliveryman looked at the other party with the door behind him wide open.
The room was very clean, everything was well organised and placed where the owner felt was most comfortable without any illogical flaws.
The living habits of two people would not be exactly the same, but there were no traces of a 'second person' in this residence.
Ren Yifei caught a glimpse of a few self-portraits on the wall, it was fauvism painting style, with bright and vivid colours, the large centipede-like scar on the face was particularly prominent. bnJorf
It was not a method of expressing shame, instead, it was more akin to flaunting.
On the first day they met, he seemed to have shown Ren Yifei the scar. The scar, which was supposed to make people feel inferior, seemed to be used as one of the other party's screening tools.
On the shelves connected to the desk next to the bed, there was a grey figure on the edge of a row of books.
It seemed to be a ball-jointed doll used for referencing when drawing the human body. BXKour
The 'ghost' is a person with a foundation in painting.
Ren Yifei's eyelashes fluttered before he lowered his head, putting away all the emotions that shouldn't be there. By the time he looked up, he was able to control his expression, "Sorry, I didn't disturb you right?"
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Seeing that the visitor was about to back out, the deliveryman had forgotten to be calm and cautious.
This was not very good. yDVcSW
The hunter tried his best to calm his excitement, the more the prey came close to the door, the more he had to be careful and cautious.
His fingers were trembling, he couldn't wait to squeeze that thin white neck that resembled a swan, or a poor little lamb.
Such a beautiful and pure lamb in front of him, what kind of devil won't love such a sacrifice?
"It's okay, did you come find me for something?" BwknK5
"Ah, haha," Ren Yifei was embarrassed, he was so flustered that he didn't know where to place his hands and feet. He gave a few dry laughs, "I had nothing else to do so I just came by to check on you, it's good that you're not sick. Sorry."
He repeated his apology and was about to leave.
The deliveryman was a little puzzled at first because 'Song Bozhi' was very shy and not sociable.
At this point, he finally understood. It was probably a poor little snail carefully extending its tentacles out to softy probe around, thinking that it could make new friends. c19ERY
The deliveryman's eyes were filled with pity as well as extreme love.
This soul was so cute and clean while the world was so filthy. It would be a deplorable mistake to let such a pure white be tainted, it would be better to keep this purity forever when it's at its cleanest.
The deliveryman swallowed a mouthful of saliva as if he was swallowing down his greed that was on the verge of exploding, his the veins on his fingers bulged as he tightly gripped the door.
"Do you want to come in and sit down?" CYew1O
"This is the residence," Saman had arrived at the door of Floral Shirt's residence while holding a bunch of keys in his hand. This was what he had received from the administrator a few minutes ago.
Although this apartment was dilapidated, the doors were all well locked, prying them open would draw too much attention.
Saman opened the door and came in, everything inside remained the same as the moment the Floral Shirt disappeared.
There were traces of a second person in this room, after taking away the few traces left by the 'Floral Shirt player', the rest belonged to the original owner. hk8uyI
It was a typical room for a young man, it was messy with strange surprises in every corner; either smelly socks or a little cockroach.
Saman's pupils contracted slightly and raised his head, "It's not him."
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It only took one glance for him to make this judgment.
The murderer had killed several people in a row, but not once did he make any mistakes. He has a keen mind and was a meticulous person who was very good at collecting, organising and scheming. He has a strong desire to control others as well as himself. ySvNC1
How could such a person let their room be in such a disorderly state?
Saman turned sharply towards the direction of the door: if not Floral Shirt, then it could only be the deliveryman or the mysterious ninth man. The deliveryman was very likely since he fits all the criteria.
Whose body would the deliveryman be in?
About 1.75 metres tall, he is familiar with this play and is good at disguising, because he is obsessed with the blind young man, he would definitely find ways to see him. jPd43c
The blind young man would go out twice a day, once in the morning for breakfast and once in the afternoon to take out the garbage, however, he also opens the door twice when he receives take-outs.
If a person is so obsessed with another person to the point that they killed someone as a gift, how could they miss even the slightest opportunity to meet?
Saman pursed his lips tightly, if this person had been hanging around the blind young man's door from the beginning to the end, he would have been able to spot it much earlier.
Because the 'ghost' couldn't restrain itself on the first day of the instance and met the blind young man, it did not show up for the next two days, causing him to be confused. tzoxfV
Wait, that blind young man... seems to be looking for the deliveryman?
A lamb is walking into a tiger's den!
Saman strode to the door and immediately opened it.
The moment he opened the door, the NEET player on the other side instantly grinned with undisguised malice. With a huge picture frame in his hand, he lunged at him, "Go to hell, Saman." J7VizA