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

"Move your hand."

Facing the cold face and intense stare of the man in the suit, Feng Lan didn't feel nervous at all, and even disliked that his hand was blocking the position of the poster.

"Guest, you can see it clearly when you hold it in your hand..."

"You won't move? Then I'll leave?"

"..."

In the end, the man in the suit moved away with a gloomy expression.

Feng Lan then confirmed that there was indeed a man in the lower right corner. He was wearing a black suit and had a thin figure. Just looking at his back, he was very special among the illusory crowd, as if hinting at something.

"Turn it over."

The man in the suit had a face that was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip out of it. His entire face was pale and he looked as if he wanted to stare Feng Lan to death. He turned the money over honestly in his hand.

The back is also a funeral, but the person lying in the coffin has changed from the person suspected to be the mother to one of the crying women in the upper left corner.

The only thing left in the upper left corner is a girl crying with her head bowed. Compared to last time, this time she is wearing a white dress and there is a white flower in her long hair. Other parts are not much different from the funeral in front.

After confirming that no information was missed, Feng Lan looked at the man in the suit carefully again before reaching out to take the poster.

【Ding--】

【Welcome to the game - Funeral】

[Hush, listen——Who is crying?]

Find out the cause of my sister's death

"Whoosh-"

It's raining.

As soon as Feng Lan came in, she found herself standing in a proper posture, surrounded by a silent crowd. When she came to her senses, she was holding a large, heavy, broken black umbrella in her right hand. Through the ribs of the umbrella, she could feel the crackling sound of raindrops falling from the sky on the umbrella. In her left hand, she held a mourning white rose, and with her head slightly lowered, she stood quietly among the silent crowd.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Mom..."

"Don't cry, sister. Mommy definitely doesn't want to see you so sad."

Feng Lan raised her head slightly when she heard the voice. Her sight passed through the black crowd and she saw two girls standing in the front. They were wearing white long skirts that were different from the other black-clad people. From the back, one could only see their pure white long skirts and their long black hair draped over their backs.

At this moment, the entire funeral was so quiet that only the sound of rain and their sobbing could be heard. The girl on the left was so sad that her thin shoulders were shaking, and the girl on the right was gently patting her shoulders.

Further ahead was a huge black coffin, which was half open. On the memorial table in front of the coffin was a black and white photo of a middle-aged woman with a cold expression. The woman in the photo was looking expressionlessly at her two crying daughters standing in front of her.

This scene immediately reminded Feng Lan of the poster she had just seen in the hands of the man handing out flyers.

There is no doubt that this is a funeral representing death. Judging from the words of the two people in white dresses, the one on the left is the younger sister and the one on the right is the older sister. Lying in the coffin is their deceased mother. Three of the four protagonists on the poster have been seen, and there is still one missing.

Feng Lan looked around silently, trying to find the man whose back was only visible on the poster among the silent and bowed crowd.

"No, sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road. I'm late."

Just when the atmosphere in the mourning hall was low, a gentle male voice came from behind the crowd, with a panting tone after running.

At that moment, the rain seemed to be a little lighter, and the crying sisters were attracted by the sudden influx of the crowd, and everyone turned their heads to look back.

Feng Lan was able to clearly see the two sisters in front of the mourning hall.

They were indeed very similar faces. The sister on the left had red eyes from crying. She looked no more than 25 years old. Her young and beautiful face seemed to have turned pale because of the sudden blow of her mother's death. On this gloomy rainy day, she was like a small white flower wet by the rain, tottering.