Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Feng Lan quickly flipped through the log, closed her eyes, and quickly organized the densely packed information in her mind. It was a thick log that recorded everything that had happened since Mark started working until now. It was so long and complicated that it would be difficult to find the key information in it by normal means. In addition, with Mark's "mark" on it, the person who read it would probably be assimilated into a moss man. It can be seen that the key clues are not so easy to get.

"The previous work diary is not important. Mark has been in the town for forty-seven days. He tore off the key dates in the diary for three days, which were the fourth, eighth, and eleventh days after arriving in Hughes Town." Feng Lan put the diary on the table. She did not remove the marks on it. Maybe this prop could be used again later.

Feng Lan slowly spoke about the contents of Mark's diary.

From the moment he received the notice over the phone and agreed to this matter, Mark was under scrutiny.

This is a great list. I looked up information about the town, but it wasn't on the online map. So, at the city's largest library, with the help of an old curator, I finally found it on an 1895 map. The curator also gave me some information about the town.

"1895?" Yuan Ying's face looked very bad. This was the third time.

Feng Lan nodded and continued to retell the story.

"He checked the information and found that, apart from the time, everything else was consistent with the records in Dr. Senvidai's former residence. At least in the early stages, there were no problems with the town."

Having said that, Feng Lan simply strung together the clues she had obtained and told them all together.

"I went to the former residence. The staff member guarding the residence was Dr. Senweidai's former staff member. He looked to be in his nineties," Feng Lan wrote Zhuyexin's name with water on the table. Ben Xinxin and Yuan Ying understood that he was one of their own and it would be easy for them to get clues.

"There aren't many manuscripts of the doctor's experimental progress in the former residence. The key manuscripts were destroyed by him himself, leaving only a large amount of weather-related data, as well as some religious documents and historical legends."

"...The doctor finally said, 'I'm not him.'" Feng Lan relayed Zhu Yexin's memories and offered her own guess, "I looked at his experimental data. He should be studying lightning."

"Hughes is a place with frequent rain and lightning, which is why the doctor came here. There are many records of people who survived being struck by lightning. These people suffered no physical injuries, at most falling into a coma. After waking up, they were confused for a while, but then they returned to normal life without any sequelae."

Feng Lan spoke slowly as a drizzle began to fall outside, hitting the freshly cleaned glass and creating a hazy mist. The grayish-white, piercing clouds in the sky blocked the sun, and through the glass, only vague green shadows remained of the dense forest in the distance, a dark green that blended with the sky. The forest was swollen from the rain, and the moss became more active. The whole town of Hughes looked like a moldy ball wrapped in a forest.

"During the final stages of the experiment, the doctor was accidentally struck by lightning while out on an observation trip," Feng Lan squinted out the window. "Luckily, nothing happened to him. He lay in the hospital for three days, completely dazed, but thankfully he still remembered his experiment."

The house was clearly cleaned this morning, but with the drizzle, a lot of gray-green moss has grown in every corner of the house.

Feng Lan retracted her gaze and changed the subject, continuing to talk about Mark. "On the third day after arriving in the town, Mark was driving back to the town with the documents he had notarized in the city. It started to rain lightly on the road, and unfortunately, Mark was struck by lightning."

"Crackling..." The rain outside became heavier, hitting the glass and the roof in a dense manner. It was noon, but it was a bit cold in the house.