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

Chapter 633 [Swamp Town] 20

"Did you all awaken like this?" Feng Lan looked at the other swamp dwellers. "You all feel like you're two different people than you were in your memories."

"Hmm?" Yuan Ying turned her head slowly.

"of course."

"That feeling... even though our bodies are exactly the same and our memories are the same, we know we are not them."

Under Yuan Ying's gaze, several swamp people spoke in silence.

“When did you realize you were different?”

Feng Lan spoke coldly. Compared to Yuan Ying, these swamp people had a different kind of fear towards her. Although the swamp people could be resurrected from the swamp continuously, they were not without pain.

They were burned by flames again and again, and arrows hit their bodies and exploded. Sometimes the arrows shot by Feng Lan contained poison, which pierced into the human body and caused heart-wrenching pain. The group of people were not tough, and they were tortured by Feng Lan and Yuan Ying in turn, and they knew what to say.

After Feng Lan carefully questioned them one by one, he found that these swamp people were not very clear about their identities.

I asked how I became like this today, covered in moss, looking neither human nor ghost.

"I don't know... It was normal at first, but gradually, I started to feel very deep asleep at night. Then one day, I started to remember what I did at night. I knew that the more people like us there were in this town, the better..."

The swamp dweller spoke vaguely, but Feng Lan understood what she meant.

The more swamp people there are, the more moss there is in the town. When the town is full of swamp people, no one will remove the moss. Over time, the town is naturally transformed into an environment suitable for them, day and night.

Looking at these confused swamp people, Feng Lan had no choice but to ask them based on the clues she had obtained. This time, she interrogated several people separately.

"Have you ever been struck by lightning?"

"How long do you think you've been in this small town?"

"Do you know Dr. Senvidai?"

"How old do you think you are? Do you remember what the town used to look like?"

"Is there anyone related to you in this town who hasn't been infected yet?"

After some questioning, some people gave vague answers, while others gave clear answers.

"Yes." "I think so." "I think I was struck by lightning when I was a child. I was hospitalized? I don't remember clearly."

"A few decades ago, I was born in this town." "Several years ago, I came to this town with an expedition team." "I think I'm a painter who came to this town to sketch. It's been a few years now."

"I know. Dr. Senvidai is the founder of this town." "I'm not sure." "I don't know. I remember his former residence was on the west side of the town."

The last question was the unanimous answer given by all the swamp people.

"No." The swamp people gave Feng Lan a strangely complacent smile, "They are all our companions."

"Pah!" Feng Lan didn't even raise her eyelids as the flames burned through the swampman, burning half of its body. After it couldn't scream, she finally spoke, "Talk properly."

"No, there are no living people except you newcomers."

After comparing the confessions of several swamp people, Feng Lan wrote down the confessions and clues on paper, added them to the previous clues, and handed them to Ben Wenxin and Yuan Ying.

Of course, the most important clue was obtained by Feng Lan at Dr. Senweidai’s former residence.

If she were to say, the doctor was also a very courageous person. He dared to carry out research work based only on a few words he found in the literature, and in the end he got himself involved.

There is an interesting ancient legend in the literature. In ancient times, a king was struck by lightning in the sky while walking through a swamp. In an instant, a bright light shone on his body. In the horrified eyes of the other servants, the king was intact. However, after returning, his temperament changed drastically. Not to say that he was completely different from before, but many of his habits were different from before. If the queen examined the king's body, every inch of his skin, hair color, pupils, scars on his body, and even his personal experiences would match. Everyone almost thought he was a different person.