The squatting player's room is full of takeout boxes, and there is a sour smell mixed with food spoilage.

He didn't feel it at all. He sat calmly in the garbage and waved to the takeout clerk: "sit down, you're welcome. What would you like to drink?"

The takeout man looked at the mess in the house, twitched at the corners of his mouth and smiled: "I'm not thirsty, you're welcome."

In the past three days, squatting players at home have eaten at least 20 takeouts, and the whole person is scattered with the smell of cooking buckets behind the restaurant, greasy and corrupt.

For some players, the biggest advantage of playing games is to "eat".

The food in the Desert Corner is so expensive that once he plays a game, it is only enough for three basic meals a month. If he is a little 'entertaining', this money is not enough to last a month.

It is in the game that he can eat like this.

"A ferocious criminal." The news was still on TV, and the young host was sullen and serious.

The takeout man looked up, looking up to the host's line of sight on the screen. Although his lips were smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.

The squatting player at home opened the takeout box, took an intoxicated breath of the smell of fried food, looked up and saw him facing the TV, and turned it off: "this TV always plays something I don't know."

"you're right." The takeout man looked back and said with a smile.

"it will soon be the fourth day," the takeout man looked at him and sighed. "for players who have not been exposed, then comes the blind selection stage. I have always had bad luck. You're better. At least you have a companion. He won't let him die. "

He did not say OK, this said, the family squatting player's heart thump, bite chopsticks, face gradually sank.

If Sam already knows his purpose, his situation is not only no better than scattered players, but even worse.

Since that man can design an anti-killer, how can he be lenient to him?

Squatting players at home feel more and more that Sam's existence is a threat to him, more than the threat of "ghosts".

"it's time. I'll take delivery first. Anyway, that's it. We might as well find something to do and pass the time." Takeout man, stand up.

The squatting player at home was minding his own business, and it took several seconds to get back to himself: "Oh, you must be busy."

When the takeout man had opened the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "you want to open some, too. Maybe we're all lucky?"

The squatting player at home pinched his chopsticks and did not speak.

The takeout man left, and after a few minutes of deathly silence, a bowl of takeout chicken nuggets with temperature was smashed against the wall.

The squatting player's eyes were red at home, and since he agreed to Tianhong's request to enter the game, he had no choice.

To kill Sam, he still has a chance, even splendor and wealth.

If you don't get killed, you will be killed by Tianhong's people when you go out.

The squatting player at home takes out the treasured props, which are specially prepared for Sam.

Sam cleared the red light district and offended too many people.

Dongfeng is just a clear move pushed out, and behind it are various forces that are deeply hidden.

Smashing the red light district, Sam not only offended the power that made money and those beautiful men and women, but also offended those who worked hard and just wanted to be happy day by day.

"Sam, it's not my fault. If it's your fault, it's your meddling and provoking public anger."

His eyes shone ferociously when he broke his chopsticks.

The hour hand turned half a circle, and it was noon. Ren Yifei's takeout arrived, and he was still not a takeout player. He didn't show up for two days.

"won't he send it this way?" Ren Yifei asked the strange takeout clerk.

"No, I met him before, but I still went this way." As the takeout clerk said, he handed over the takeout box. Seeing that Ren Yifei was inconvenient, he carefully stuffed it into his hand.

Ren Yifei took the takeout box and said with a smile, "you know him very well. Are you a colleague?"

"not really. I often encounter this area."

"Oh, has something happened to him these days?"

"is there? Just like old times. What are you. " The takeout man wondered why he asked so many things.

Ren Yifei shook his head and said awkwardly, "We are neighbors. I'm a little worried that he didn't show up for a few days."

When the takeout clerk saw him blushing with embarrassment, he also felt that he was a suspect and thought too much, and he sighed with emotion: "Xiao Zheng is not easy. He has no father or mother. He has to rely on himself for everything, and he works very hard."

"do you all work late?"

"isn't that right? Hey. "

Send away the takeout clerk, Ren Yifei closes the door, the takeout box in his hand is steaming, but his heart and lungs are cool.

He stood stunned for a long time, covering his face and laughing loudly.

"it's so obvious that I can't believe I noticed it now."

As a takeout worker, you need to be familiar with many routes and get in touch with different people, so it is very difficult for ordinary people to adapt to this job. At that time, he should have thought that there was definitely something wrong with Xiao Zheng.

The 'ghost' inside is either Xiao Zheng himself or someone who is very familiar with Xiao Zheng's work.

There is a good chance that it is Xiao Zheng himself.

The 'player exposure' we met on the first day was basically a play, a play directed and acted by Xiao Zheng. The play fooled them all.

From that moment on, the play began.

Chunzhi's mother-in-law killed the monk in disguise, which is already very handsome. This copy of the boss is more beautiful, he even pretended to be a player from the very beginning, lifelike.

Looking at the takeout box and the time, Ren Yifei stood up. He took a deep breath and reached out to tidy up his clothes.

He is used to tidying up his clothes to relieve stress.

Because, just now, a very crazy plan came into his mind.

Ren Yifei is betting that the ghost can't shoot before 11:00.

As he walked out of the room, coincidentally, the door of the next room opened and gave a squeak.

"Mr. Lin?" Ren Yifei asked.

"well," Sam said, looking at the direction of his footsteps, not the stairs, "is Bozhi going out?"

"Ah? No, Xiao Zheng, who delivered food before, hasn't shown up for two days. I'll go and see him. " Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head, his eyes were still foggy, but his smile was soft and harmless.

Sam opened his mouth, wanted to say that there might be danger, and remembered the rule that "ghosts" could not hurt npc, and stopped the conversation: "it's noon. Have you eaten yet?"

Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head: "I'll eat in a minute. How about you?"

Sam looked in the direction of the flower shirt room. He was about to go there, but he said, "I'm going to go."

The two nodded to each other, said good-bye and turned their back.

Ren Yifei touched one room after another, and his fingers touched the cold house number.

The painted house number is clung to the remnants of the years. But the room where the takeout clerk is located, the house number is very clean and seems to be wiped from time to time.

"Xiao Zheng, is it here?"

Ren Yifei stood in the doorway, his hand raised and put down several times, very hesitant: "rashly come to the door, is not very good?"

"No, otherwise it's still." He seemed to flinch, reaching for the door to go back.

The previously closed door happened to open at this time, and the takeout man stood at the door, expressing surprise and surprise in his eyes.

Ren Yifei was startled. He flinched instinctively and asked for a long time, "is this Xiao Zheng's room?" If not, I'm sorry to bother you. "

"Yes!" The takeout man's voice was a little louder for a time, and there was a crack in his calm expression.

"it's me." He repeated in a low voice.

Behind the takeout man, on the computer desk next to his bed, everything at the door is being played on the screen.

The cold surveillance cameras on the door frame watched quietly and recorded everything that had happened.

On the computer screen, Ren Yifei, dressed in warm white clothes and the sunny background outside, was supposed to be a pleasant composition, but the picture was broken by a dark shadow of a sudden invasion.

The takeout man looked at him, and the door behind him was wide open.

This is a very clean room, things are very organized, everything is placed in the most suitable place for the owner, there is no illogical flaw.

The living habits of the two people will not be exactly the same, but there is no trace of the existence of two people in this room.

Ren Yifei caught a glimpse of several self-portraits on the wall, the Beast painting style, with bright and strong colors, especially the scar of the big centipede on his face.

It's not a shame, it's more like showing off.

On the first day of the meeting, he seemed to have shown the scar to Ren Yifei. The scar, which is supposed to make people feel inferior, seems to have become one of the tools for the other party to screen.

There is a desk with a shelf near the bed, and there is a gray villain model on the edge of a row of books.

That is the articulated man that the illustrator uses as a reference when drawing the human body.

"Ghost" is a person who has the basis of painting.

Ren Yifei's eyelashes flashed, put away all the emotions he shouldn't have, and when he bowed his head and looked up, he packed up all his expressions: "Sorry, am I interrupting?"

Seeing that the visitors were about to flinch, the takeout clerk forgot to be calm and cautious.

That's not good.

The hunter tries to calm his excitement, and the more his prey comes to the door, the more careful he is.

His fingers trembled and he couldn't wait to hold the thin white neck as if he were holding a swan or a poor lamb.

The beautiful and pure lamb is close at hand. Which devil doesn't love such a sacrifice?

"it's all right. What can I do for you?"

"Ah, ." Ren Yifei was embarrassed, and his hands and feet were so flustered that he had nowhere to put them. He smiled several times: "I have nothing else, just come to see, not sick." I'm sorry. "

He said again that he was sorry and was about to leave.

The takeout clerk had some doubts because Song Bozhi was a very shy and unsociable person.

At this time he realized that it was probably a tentacle stretched out carefully by the poor little snail, touching it softly, thinking that he could make new friends.

The takeout man's eyes were compassionate and more and more extreme.

This soul is so lovely and clean, and the world is so dirty. What a deplorable mistake it is to allow pure white to be polluted, it is better to keep this cleanliness at his cleanest time forever.

The takeout man swallowed a mouthful of spit as if he had swallowed a mouthful of greed that was about to be out of control. his fingers clung to the door and his veins burst out.

"would you like to come in?"

"this is the room." Sam had arrived at the door of the flower shirt room with a set of keys in his hand. He got it from the caretaker a few minutes ago.

Although the apartment is dilapidated, the doors are well locked and the pry is too eye-catching.

Sam opens the door and comes in, and everything inside stays at the moment the flower shirt disappears.

There are traces of the lives of two people in this room, excluding a very small number of traces belonging to 'flower shirt players', and the rest belong to the original owner.

A typical young man's room is messy, with strange surprises in every corner, either smelly socks or a Xiaoqiang.

Sam's pupils contracted slightly, and he looked up: "it's not him."

It took only a glance for him to make such a judgment.

The killer killed several people in a row, but he didn't make a mistake once. He is a sharp and meticulous person who is very good at collecting, organizing and thinking. he has a strong desire to control himself and others.

How could such a man, his room, be in such a disorderly mess?

Sam turned sharply to the door: if it wasn't a floral shirt, it would only be the takeout man and the mysterious ninth man. The takeout man is very likely. He meets all the conditions.

Whose body is the takeout man in?

He is about 1.75 meters tall. He is familiar with this script and is good at camouflage. Because he is obsessed with the blind youth, he will try his best to see him.

The blind young man goes out twice a day, once in the morning, having breakfast, and once in the afternoon, taking out the trash, but he will open the door twice, that is, when it is time to pick up takeout.

If a person is obsessed with another person and even seems to be giving a gift, how can he miss the opportunity to meet a little bit?

Sam pursed his lips tightly, and if the man had been hanging in front of the blind young man's door from beginning to end, he would have found it earlier.

But the ghost just couldn't help it on the first day of the copy and saw the blind young man, but he didn't show up directly for the next two days, so he was also confused.

Wait, that blind young man. Seems to be looking for a takeout?

A sheep to a tiger!

Sam strode to the door and opened it directly.

At the moment of opening the door, the squatting players at the door grinned directly, unabashedly sending out malice. A huge picture frame in his hand pounced on him: "go to hell, Sam."