"would you like to come in?" Once again, the takeout clerk sent out a warm invitation.

"it's too much to bother."

Ren Yifei picked up the movie, and the play was contained in every subtle action and expression.

As soon as heard the invitation, the surprise flashed across his face, as quickly as an illusion, as if the children had heard their friends invite them to play at home.

But then, when he remembered the bad memories of Shishi, he showed apprehension, unease and bewildered evasion, and smiled reluctantly.

It is in less than a second that you can't bear to look back on the past, and you can be forgiven for rejecting it.

How was my play? Ren Yifei looked at the takeout clerk and sent out a signal of challenge.

The takeout staff tried their best to restrain themselves. It was day and weekend, and these players were in this apartment building, looking for clues.

During the day, it is the time of the player, and unless the 'ghost' is identified, you can't do it to the player.

If you take action on Song Bozhi, who is the npc, there is no reason for the game to fail. The worst thing is to be discovered by the player, then identified and forced to challenge.

These players have a lot of strange props, once he is challenged and failed, he can only become his doll.

"come on in. Aren't we friends?" The takeout clerk was persuasive and said, "the love of a friend is not rusty."

Come on, sweet little lamb, as long as you enter this door and close it. No matter what he does after that, it's all his business. He stayed in this strange game in order to satisfy his last wish to finish his final work.

Even if she was locked up in a small dark room for hurting npc, she was willing to do so.

"Friends, friends?" Ren Yifei was hit by the sudden word "friend". He rubbed his fingers in embarrassment and wiped the dust on the corner of his clothes. "well, my name is Song Bozhi."

He was so serious that he made the takeout clerk choke, held out his hand wordlessly and shook it briefly.

Soft, graceful palms, slender fingers close together to send out invitations.

It seems that the takeout worker has not had any physical contact with the mackerel for a long time, so that he is in a trance at the moment.

"I've been calling you Xiao Zheng, but I don't know what your name is." Ren Yifei said with a smile.

What's your name? The takeout man thought for two seconds and remembered his name: "Zheng Hui."

"Zheng Hui."

That's a good name, but it's a pity it's tarnished by dirt.

Ren Yifei's smile is even brighter.

If you directly identify the 'ghost' now, the game will be cleared and it will all be over. This guy will continue to fight wits with players in this copy, without guilt or pain.

With what?

What about the young women who died in vain?

Inexplicably targeted by a pervert, how does the original owner who is so scared that he wants to move overnight?

"next time, if you buy takeout at home, it will get cold if you don't eat it." Ren Yifei shook and curled his eyes. "I'm glad you're not sick." Then say good-bye. "

As he shook his hand to say goodbye, he slapped his hand on the takeout man's wrist. He was stunned for a moment, and his whole face flushed: "I'm sorry, ahem, then I'm leaving."

"it's all right anyway," the takeout man quickly went back to the house, picked up something, and then came out to bring the door with him. "shall I go to your house and sit down for a while?"

Ren Yifei was a little uncomfortable on his face, but he said, "good."

With that, he touched the wall, confirmed his position, and walked step by step towards his room.

He thought he was so familiar that Ren Yifei basically did not give any assistance. He calculated his steps and reached his doorstep. As soon as he reached out and touched, he was sure that he was the doorknob of his own house.

"there's a bit of a mess at home. Please come in." He opened the door, let himself in, and then waited for the guest to come in.

The takeout man's eyes were fixed on him, full of greed and plunder, and he was excited that he was about to produce a perfect work.

He stepped into the room, which he had seen countless times, but it was the first time he had walked in aboveboard.

The open door is like an open embrace, with a clear view of everything in it.

From the lunch box on the coffee table to the neat bed, every place is covered with the name of the master.

The breeze blew in from the door, chilly, with the coolness of autumn. The takeout man opened his eyes wide, his nose flapped and he was short of breath.

This is the place of the lamb, and his breath is everywhere, gentle and harmless, and there is no more suitable altar for sacrifice.

The door was gently brought up, and there was a clatter of metal and wood, which was a little muffled, and the flowing wind stopped. The takeout clerk heard the sound of breathing approaching behind him, and it was very steady.

He was about to go back and let the lamb know, in the manner of a bad wolf, how terrible the world was to a man like him. The back of the neck was suddenly hit hard, in front of the eyes went black.

I don't know how long, the takeout man woke up and he found something wrong.

He was in a chair, his body tied up with thin plastic ropes, and his body was so weak that he almost fell to the ground. His mouth was clogged with cloth, and his mouth was so wide that he could only sniff his nose when he breathed.

This is.

"are you awake?" The couch on the sofa did not turn, but tilted its ears.

"Sorry, is it too tight? This is the first time that we have bundled the class of curtains in reality, so that there are some things that are not quite as good as what we are trying to do. But it doesn't matter. I'll get proficient in the future. Well, I wish I could have done it a few more times. "

This is a blind young man whose eyes are out of focus and his behavior is different from that of his regular friends.

His expression was soft and his voice was full of apologies. He was a little shy and polite.

For a moment, the takeout man felt that he could not breathe. He struggled desperately, and his chair remained motionless.

Ren Yifei is having lunch.

Today's meal was a little dry, so he stood up and poured a glass of warm water, touched the back of the sofa and sat down.

"Why? Why didn't you say anything? Are you angry? " Ren Yifei looked at Fang Yun on this side. 'amnesia' forgot that he had silenced his mouth.

A familiar expression of apprehension, a familiar gentle voice. But it's weird everywhere.

"Don't be angry, don't you like me? I feel it, your line of sight. "

He touched the edge of the teacup again and again, with a little excitement: "I'm so happy to be around all the time from day to night."

"when did you 'see' me? When you deliver takeout? Do you want to know when I saw you? "

He slowly turned his face, the eyes clearly did not focus, but scattered light: "I have discovered your secret for me."

The takeout man's heart beat.

"A lot of young girls have died recently, they said. The eyes of those girls are very similar to mine. Those eyes were gouged out and filled with false eyes. " As Ren Yifei said, he reached out and touched his eyes and smiled low.

"Xiao Zheng," said Ren Yifei, forcing the takeout post to break out in a cold sweat, "it's convenient to walk through the streets every night, isn't it? Who would beware of a takeout man who delivers food to you?

"are you practicing how to perfect me with fake eyes that are real enough?

"it really makes you happy."

The takeout man was short of breath and turned blue. Looking at Ren Yifei's gentle expression, he had a sense of absurdity in his dream.

"if you go to your room at this time, you will find a lot of surprises." Ren Yifei became happier and happier as he said, but the next second he turned, "but why do I want to expose you?" It's so boring. "

"I have already felt your enthusiasm, but this kind of hot feeling will slowly fade with time, every time."

Ren Yifei's voice dropped, and he bit his fingertips, as if to himself, "what should I do?" What can be done to keep the baby alive? "

He suddenly raised his head and said, "if you really like it, you'll be happy to die for it, right?"

"how do you wish to die? If you cut the knife, it will bleed and it won't wash clean. Or strangled? But I heard that asphyxiation will lead to incontinence, even sexual pleasure / feeling. How can such a dirty thing insult such beautiful and pure feelings?

"you know, you know me, right?"

Ren Yifei suddenly took out a disposable needle full of unknown liquid: "Ah, it's better to treat poison, it can maintain the best posture of the body.".

"I found it on you, and it's the same kind as those girls, isn't it? You brought it specially. As a gift, Ken was very satisfied with the effect of the gift. You like it very much when you are in love with it. " The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was the best, and his cheeks flushed with excitement.

The takeout clerk's brain is swollen, even a little painful.

He can not accept, his own lamb, his choice of the most perfect work, unexpectedly!

It is as if the white rose living in the heart falls into the mosquito blood, and the pure white color is dyed black and red by dirt. His eyes were red and his blood vessels almost burst.

He can't accept it!

"Why?" Suddenly, Ren Yifei stopped and said, "Shh." he listened for a moment and put a finger on his lips. "

What is it?

It took a few seconds for the takeout clerk to hear the sound, which was a slightly hasty footstep, and slowly stopped at the door from far to near.

The room became quieter, and the takeout clerk looked at the front door.

In the twinkling of an eye, he actually wanted to be found and wake up from this nightmare.

"knock, knock, knock." The door was knocked three times.

Ren Yifei seemed to smile, put down his chopsticks and stood up.

"guess who you're looking for?" He opened his mouth and uttered words silently, and his smile became more and more meaningful.

The takeout man watched him walk over, opened the doorknob with his left hand, poked his head out carefully, and asked questioningly, "excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Sam narrowly avoided the frame that came to him, kicked it away, reached out with one hand, grabbed the unresponsive squatting player at home, and pressed his back hand in the frame.

The squatting player at home was stunned, and he struggled desperately, leaving several scratches on Sam's arm, but the nails had been pressed into the frame, the upper body became two-dimensional, and the flapping feet below were three-dimensional.

Sam stepped back and looked coldly at the frame engulfing the player. You can't get away with it as long as you touch it, unless you cut off the parts of the body that have been sucked away.

The squat at home is almost dead.

Although the props are good, we have to see what we can do.

To deal with the top 100 players on the star list, Tianhong unexpectedly sent such a small role here? I don't know who I'm insulting.

But Sam thought on second thought that the main force that killed him was the killer, and this pawn was nothing but a dispensable pawn. With one remote prop and one close to him, Tianhong probably thought that two-handed preparation could be foolproof, so he lowered the requirements of this new player.

The frame is like a huge whirlpool, no matter how hard the squatting player in the family struggles, he is completely sucked into the frame.

A picture appeared in the huge frame, which was a shameless one.

He leaned quietly against the wall like a real picture frame-of course, it was a real picture frame now, and it was a disposable prop.

Closing the door, locking it, Sam hurried towards the takeout man's room.

The takeout clerk's room was open, the doors and windows were closed and the curtains were closed. Sam wanted to take out the spare key and put it away.

Through the cracks in the curtains, he saw a disposable paper cup on the windowsill with round glass beads inside. It was the beads that the blind young man stepped on when he rolled down on the first day of his arrival.

The ghost was there?

He chose to watch the blind youth roll off. Is it to confirm whether the blind youth are players?

Sam felt vaguely strange and could not say it.

He carefully recalled the scene of that day, from the blind young man accidentally rolling down to the glass beads disappearing, playing back every detail.

It's no different.

Then he walked towards the house of the blind young man. The doors and windows were closed over there, and there was no sound inside.

Sam thought for a moment and knocked on the door three times.

The door opened and a cautious head popped out, showing timidity even when he said, "excuse me, who are you looking for?"

The last thing he liked was the rabbit-like doll, but somehow Sam breathed a sigh of relief: he's all right.

He tugged at his neckline, adjusted his breath, and asked in the polite tone of the neighbor he had just met and unfamiliar, "have you seen the takeout man?"

"Xiao Zheng? "No," Ren Yifei breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar voice, smiling and Sam at the door. "he doesn't seem to be at home."

Sam glanced into the room and saw only the corner of the sofa, bookshelf and bed at the angle of the door. There is half-eaten rice on the coffee table, and there is a cup of steaming water on the coffee table.

Are you having dinner?

"then don't bother."

"OK, goodbye."

After Sam left, Ren Yifei gently closed the door and closed the only access to the outside world and here. The hand holding the door handle holds the disposable needle.

He turned the corner where he could never be seen, step by step, slowly approaching.

The man sat in the chair with a gray look on his face, his eyes lost light, and he no longer struggled to resist, as if all the meaningful things that were alive were shattered.

Ren Yifei smiled at the Fang Kui, his smile was full of healing power, and his voice was as gentle as a drizzle: "the person who disturbed us has left, and now is the time to be alone." Are you happy? "

The takeout clerk tried his best and turned his face 'ruthlessly' and his heart turned to ashes.