Neighbourhood ( 7)

The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPCCh22 - Neighbourhood ( 7)

Having to find the 'ghost' and maintain their jobs, the players were busy like spinning tops.

Ren Yifei's schedule was relatively free, thus, he had more advantages. zm96nT

He got up early and went to the breakfast place in front of the apartment building. The elder sister was still enthusiastic and rambled on with all sorts of gossip.

She was still the most concerned about news regarding the serial killer and was looking forward to the death penalty, however, it was said that the most crucial evidence has not been found so he could only be held as a suspect.

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"This kind of scum even has a lawyer to defend him," the elder sister sighed that the world was becoming more depraved each day. Ren Yifei nodded in agreement while eating.

He thought about the scene of the murder on the first night. 1edn3L

How could he find a good excuse to go there?

The midnight visitor had disrupted all of Ren Yifei's plans, forcing him to start focusing on the 'ghost' despite him only wanting to be an NPC in peace.

This instance was being too cruel to him.

After breakfast, Ren Yifei returned to the apartment building.

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When he just walked past the gate, his face changed slightly while his legs clamped together; his expression becoming embarrassed and ashamed.

He made a turn, quickened his steps as he touched the wall with one hand and began walking towards the public toilet on the first floor.

"Do you want to go to the toilet?" An uncle couldn't help teasing when he saw the way he was walking.

Ren Yifei's face instantly flush red and he quickened his pace. jBV5d2

There are two toilets on either corner on each floor of the apartment building.

He walked over and the sensor light lit up dimly as the faint smell of blood wafted over.

On the wall of the shared sink, there were still bloody handprints and lip marks left at that time and blood from the doorway had flowed all the way to the sink.

Ren Yifei rushed into the toilet in a panic and pushed into the men's room on the right. NQ3Mpz

After a while, he came out and washed his hands at the sink.

The reflection on the mirror showed his face, a few splatters of blood and a blurred figure that could be seen from the corner of his eyes.

He lowered his eyes.

In this corner that was full of blood from the scene of the murder, there was currently only him and the blurred shadow. Ren Yifei concentrated as he tried not to let his vision focus while his eyes showed his inner state of chaos. v0GSZr

After washing his hands, he took the white cane and walked towards the stairs with ease.

A pair of eyes kept watching him from the darkness, it watched him from the moment he came in until the moment he left.

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The owner of those eyes was cautious and careful, with murderous intent brewing in their eyes, and strange lingering words in his mouth, "Song Bozhi..."

There was someone in the shadows, but were they a player, or the 'ghost'? Qufg5H

Ren Yifei grabbed the handrail and walked upstairs, only then did he notice his dangerous and rapidly accelerating heartbeat. He calmed it down with a few breaths.

He felt as though he would have died if he had shown even the slightest flaw.

Let's be cautious, very cautious.

He returned to his apartment and sat on the sofa. All around him, the sound, light and shadow receded from the world of perception. q8LZGa

An identical toilet to the one where the murder happened appeared in his world.

Ren Yifei threw the white cane in his hand and walked over.

A female corpse was lying on the ground, her face was covered by hair, her back had several knife wounds and one of her slippers was missing from her feet.

There were bloody handprints and lip marks on the wall to the right.

He observed the lips. Although the lines were thick, the transition of the lip lines and the details of the lips showed that the murderer has a certain background in painting.

Ren Yifei walked over, the bloody handprint on the wall was about where his chest was, and the bloody lips were levelled with his line of sight.

The blood handprints were from the victim, but the bloody lips were from the murderer.

According to common sense, when people write on the wall, the words will be levelled with their line of sight. Therefore, the person who drew the lips should be about the same height as him, about 1.76 metres. JiU374

He has another way of inferring, which was from the distance between their steps.

There were many bloody footprints on the ground, and since the pattern on the deceased's slippers were wavy, the striped ones should belong to the murderer.

He walked over, looking for the correct sequence among the footprints.

In fact, there was no exact correlation between height and stride. This was because people of the same height may have different leg lengths, different walking postures and different age groups; these factors would lead to varying results. rIX3jM

Ren Yifei used his height to test these steps.

"One, two, three," after three steps, he stopped with a small smile on his face.

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A person who was close to him in height and has a certain background in painting.

The door to his mindscape closed and the murder scene disappeared, only the small room remained in front of him. 14NiQv

Ren Yifei was in no hurry to dub so he went downstairs to the garden and sat under a wisteria filled pathway.

This was a gathering spot for middle-aged and elderly women who often came with children.

During the day, the players would all go to either work or school while the housewives would go buy and cook food. The ones who spend the most time in the apartment building was Ren Yifei who was a voice actor, the idle punk who wore a floral print shirt, the old and retired elderly and the children squatting at home.

Ren Yifei sat in the garden for a while that morning, listening to household gossip such as whose daughter was refusing to marry and whose son was unemployed; those were the topics of discussion among these middle-aged and elderly women. 9dNXEe

"Young man, good morning," the veteran player sat down beside him with a thermos cup.

"Hello," Ren Yifei smiled shyly at the source of the voice.

"Did we have something happen here before?" The veteran player asked a vague question.

Ren Yifei naturally froze as he pretended to think for a moment before shaking his head, "I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure. I've only been here for half a year." sOPycY

On his side, the veteran player was not able to get any useful information. He had probed around several times, but all to no avail.

There was suddenly the sound of a child's crying in the quiet garden. It turns out that a child had been pushing on someone's electric bike and fell.

The woman watching the child hurriedly pulled the child out and pointed upstairs while shouting, claiming that the other party's vehicle was parked carelessly and hit her grandchild.

A young man in a floral print shirt came out from the third floor, he was one of the players. He frowned as he looked downstairs. The woman had some guilty conscience and when he stared at her, her anger weakened and she grunted twice before taking her grandson away. VlF3kX

Floral Shirt went back into his house.

But after a while, the sun rose higher and the garden became hot. The middle-aged and elderly women left one by one with the children and the garden became quiet.

Ren Yifei returned to his residence and continued to busy himself with dubbing.

Although they sounded the same, there was a difference in the way they breath and their speaking habits, all of which needed to be adjusted. wtTbnM

Ren Yifei's dubbing was a standard studied one, however, Song Bozhi's was a bit wilder, both having their own characteristics and advantages. Right now, he was also very interested in learning Song Bozhi's dubbing style.

The fun of acting lies in this, that is, to experience another life for a short period of time.

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"Dong dong."

At noon, the door was knocked on twice. wYWSfG

Ren Yifei opened the door. It was a food deliveryman, but it was not Xiao Zheng.

"I can smell food," his smiling eyes arched as he added, "Xiao Zheng, would you like to come in and sit down for a while?"

"I'm not Xiao Zheng," the deliveryman at the door said, "He's delivering orders elsewhere."

"Ah, I'm sorry," Ren Yifei looked embarrassed when just outside, a commotion was heard and he asked in dismay, "What's happening outside? It's quite noisy." IaY5Ge

The deliveryman glanced back, "It seems like an old lady and a young man are quarrelling."

"Is that so?"

He poked his head out to 'listen', the voice was a little familiar. After a while, the administrator came to mediate the fight.

"What are you doing?" Saman had come back from eating lunch after getting off work. When he went upstairs, he saw the other poking his head out with his ears pricked up, resembling a hare in the grassland. EApZ7Q

"Mr Lin, is someone arguing downstairs?"

Saman didn't turn around as a mysterious smile crept onto his face, "Yes, It's quite noisy... very much so."

Back in the rental house, Saman gathered all the damaged monitors that had been placed in various locations, wrapped them in paper towels and threw them in the bin. He checked the surveillance in the other locations again and found nothing unusual.

Ren Yifei was eating in his room when he heard the door open and closed again next door. The player seemed to be going out again, he wondered why the other had made a special trip back to the apartment. Qr5BSO

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong," the phone vibrated as the call came.

"Mr Song, haven't I waited a day for you?" The editor on the other side spoke kind words through gritted teeth.

Ren Yifei looked up at the ceiling, "Actually, it's almost finished. Should I send the recordings to you tonight?"

"Really? That's great, then I'll leave you alone now. Have a nice meal." I7MXNA

So he knew that it was currently mealtime?

Ren Yifei had no other choice but to return to the recording studio, put on his headphones and adjust the microphone for another whole-hearted recording session.

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In a hurry, he was able to send the recordings of the episode before dinner.

The dinner was also not delivered by Xiao Zheng. After the meal, Ren Yifei tidied up the takeaway boxes and the rest of the trash to throw in the dumpster outside the apartment building. When he got there, he encountered the young man in a floral print shirt who was accused of parking recklessly that morning. dl9jB3

He had a dark expression with the golden words 'Tenant no. XX' above his head. His eyes were indescribably ruthless as if the 'ghost' would be torn apart if it were to appear in front go him.

Ren Yifei walked past him.

Another identity revealed, what did he do to be exposed?

Ren Yifei did not have time to think too much, he suspected that his role had some connection with the 'ghost'. AdcD1d

This was another challenge for him.

That night, he didn't sleep and listened to the door open and close.

The shadow really came again.

Ren Yifei had his eyes closed but he could feel the snake-like gaze on him, wet and cold with an indescribable fishy feeling. ZwOkQt

"You should have been my most successful work. I've longed to kill you with my own hands."

That cold voice is also like a snake; it sounded cold-blooded and eerie.

The black shadow was like a wild monster. Separated by a thin layer of air, it 'touched' his face and body.

That kind of greed does not contain any passion nor desire- there was only the feeling of wanting to deprive, destroy and possess. dCpftW

Ren Yifei sensed that the other party's emotions were on the verge of losing control. The only thing that might be holding him back could be the rule that the 'ghost' cannot harm NPCs.

He controlled his breathing and pretended to be deep asleep but the goosebumps rose uncontrollably, every one of his pores was crying out from the thrill of the situation. The darkness at this time is also a protection for him.

The other party has an almost uncontrollable desire to kill the character 'Song Bozhi'.

Yesterday, 'it' was still able to control its breathing. But tonight, its breathing was heavy and erratic. ksEGn

The third night, fourth night— would he still be able to get through it?

This guy, would he really not risk breaking the rules and killing him?

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Ren Yifei can't guarantee it.

The most rotten thing was that: if he does continue with his disguise then he might die, if he doesn't continue with his disguise then he might die even faster. 7Lc2BJ

That's simply not giving him the chance to live!

He wanted to lift the lid of the coffin again.

After a while, the shadow finally left and the tension in the room calmed down.

With his Ghost Card tightly squeezed in his hand, Ren Yifei closed his eyes. He needs to get a good rest in order to deal with the following affairs, such as uncovering this 'ghost' and beating it up! indA26

That night, he had a nightmare that he fell into a snake's lair and was devoured alive.

Then, the information was updated again:

[The second night: Ranger ]

[Two players have died, two-eighths of the 'ghost' seal is unlocked. ] eavk64

Because of the nightmare, Ren Yifei got up early the next day, with his mental state not being the best, he went to splash cold water to sober himself.

He looked at the pale yet handsome face in the mirror and wiped the water off his face with a towel. He then changed his clothes, got ready to head downstairs and went straight to breakfast.

He opened the door while yawning and tapped on the ground with his white cane.

"En?" vihBol

The white cane had poked a face.

The young man in a floral print shirt was laying down at the door, the other's face was directed towards him, motionless.

Makeup was carefully applied on his face, his hair was combed and his clothing was neatly buttoned up, which was unlike the previous days.

His face was carefully powdered and a foundation that was close to his skin tone was used to cover his blemishes and his eyebrows were also carefully drawn. It was only his mouth that looked a little odd since it had been deliberately made to look like he was smiling. YFHaht

In his hand, he was holding a knife with blood on the tip that had turned black. There was a rose painted on the ground with black blood. It was not drawn using his fingers but was scratched out using the knife's sharp edges.

Ren Yifei noticed that the other party's nails were bluish-purple which was a sign of poisoning.

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The 'ghost' is really sick. jv5QRH

Ren Yifei moved his lips, he knew that this was not a person, but a corpse.

A well-dressed corpse that was deliberately placed at his door.

Roses are synonymous with love.

Could the 'ghost' be confession its love for him? 2sTChd

No, it was more like a demonstration and to mark him, displaying the extent of its possessiveness.

He felt suffocated.

However, he felt even more humiliated.

It was like being cornered with a bomb strapped to your body and then being asked if you wanted to cut the blue or red wire. EdqA1W