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

Chapter 644 [Swamp Town] 31

Old Marsh's red house is very conspicuous. It is so red that it can be seen from a long distance among the green mountains.

With the arrival of a group of people, old Marsh's house became the most lively place in the entire town of Hughes.

Seven or eight young people lived in his house, chattering all the time, and sometimes they would get together at night to listen to music and dance. They didn't pay any attention to him at all. It could even be said that everyone was waiting to divide up old Marsh's inheritance, so people had some dark thoughts in their hearts. If this could make old Marsh die early, that would be the best.

When Feng Lan arrived, he saw a group of lazy people in old Marsh's house, and he felt inexplicably relieved.

It’s good that people are alive and not dead, which means the progress here is normal. This slow speed, compared with the speed of other places that have been opened up several times, is simply too good!

John watched Ava and the other two walking over, his gaze paused on Richard's pale face, but he didn't see the little girl with dark eyes. He didn't think these people were his competitors, so he withdrew his gaze without interest.

Instead of thinking about these bean sprouts, it is better to think about the forest. John took a walk outside the forest today, and the forest gave him a very bad feeling. He stayed there for a long time and felt a slight pain in his neck. Several images of his neck being twisted by monsters flashed before his eyes.

"Fu/k!" John cursed when he thought of those unlucky scenes, and walked out of the yard angrily without even looking at Ava and the others.

As for whether these people would think he was scolding them, so what? Even if he did, John wouldn't take it to heart.

Old Marsh's house did not prohibit anyone from entering. Feng Lan walked in and looked around the first and second floors, but did not see Old Marsh or Mark. She swept her spiritual sense over the third floor, and Old Marsh was not there either.

Feng Lan thought about the swamp people she met in the morning. To be honest, under the cover of furry moss, it was really difficult for her to tell whether Old Marsh was among them.

"Did Mr. Marsh come down for dinner today?" Feng Lan asked a person living in the villa.

"No, he has never come down except when Lawyer Mark came to see him." The other party didn't really want to answer Feng Lan's question, but the hand that was holding him was so painful that he had to answer. After answering the question, Feng Lan let go and ran away quickly holding his painful arm.

Feng Lan hesitated for a second. The clues she had collected had basically given her a general idea of ​​the whole town's copy. The remaining small part was like some unimportant details on a puzzle. She could have them, but not using them would not affect the copy's completion.

Feng Lan also guessed something about Old Marsh. It was nothing more than that the innocent victim became a ghost after his death, luring outsiders into the town.

"I'm going out for a walk." Feng Lan said to Ben Wenxin, looking towards the window on the third floor. Ben Wenxin instantly understood what Feng Lan meant and took Richard for a walk downstairs, mainly to attract attention.

Feng Lan went out, walked to a blind spot, put on an invisibility cloak, and used space displacement to move directly to the attic on the third floor.

The gas that came towards her made her dizzy for a second, and her sanity value dropped sharply.

Feng Lan ignored it for the time being and quickly scanned the room with his spiritual sense. When he found that this made his sanity drop faster, he retracted his spiritual sense and searched manually.

Soon, old Marsh's diary was found in one of the places where he usually hid things, in the mezzanine behind his bed.

The moment she touched the diary, her sanity dropped again to 30. Feng Lan flipped through it quickly, her eyes recording the scenes in front of her like a scanner. As for the content, she could recall it in the memory palace after she left.

"Crash-"

The handwriting was illegible, and just from the yellowed and damp paper one could tell that this diary was very old. The last date was from the 1990s. Feng Lan wasn't sure how long ago that was, because the time in the small town was chaotic. It could have been 20 or 30 years ago, or 50 or 60 years ago, or even when he was young.