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

They all had an inhuman feel, and even Wei Hong, who looked very unlike a human in the eyes of the owner, did not break through the thin window or try to walk in from the duty room door to teach Feng Lan a lesson.

It was obvious that both the windows and the doors were very thin, and Feng Lan used this to confirm that the information in the manual was true. At least, she was sure that the duty room was safe.

Feng Lan began to review the past carefully, from the moment she regained memory and consciousness, to the moment she "woken up" in the dormitory. Feng Lan believed that she woke up in the dormitory. When she recalled her previous memories, even though they were very real and even very consistent with her habits, she still felt they were false.

Feng Lan felt that there was a 90% chance that she had lost her memory.

Chapter 161 [Game Factory] Security 6

Those things that "suddenly" appeared in the dormitory, the unfamiliar habits that have instinctive body reactions, the "suddenly" improved physical fitness, the overly sharp perception, and the subtle peeping and lobbying in the heart.

Feng Lan tried her best not to think about certain things in her heart. Her thoughts were disorganized. Some things did not need to be said in her heart. She only needed to review all her memories over and over again, and Feng Lan would understand her situation.

"what--"

Feng Lan suddenly laughed out loud while sitting in her seat, with her eyebrows curved, which made those who had been staring at her feel puzzled. However, when they peeked into Feng Lan's heart, they only saw her replaying her memories over and over again without saying a word.

It wanted to ask her what she was thinking about and why she was laughing so happily, but it also felt that this player was a lunatic, capricious, and didn't follow the routine at all, so it kept silent.

Really satisfied.

Feng Lan took a gamble. She confirmed Wei Hong's identity as the owner, guessed that she might have lost her memory, and knew what the owner's card looked like. Next time she encountered such a situation, she would not have to worry about not recognizing the owner's card.

The clock in the duty room ticked slowly from eleven to twelve.

At exactly twelve o'clock, Feng Lan welcomed the third person who asked to enter the community.

It was a man in a security uniform.

Compared to the previous two people who appeared silently, he came out of the darkness step by step. Feng Lan could hear his footsteps coming closer and closer, the friction of his rubber soles on the asphalt road, and the slight movement of the rough fabric as he walked.

The crowbar issued by the team was tucked into his waist, and the security uniform he wore was exactly the same as Feng Lan's, from color to material and details.

That face, rough and dark from duty and exposure to the wind and sun, and the gait of a middle-aged man, he walked into the duty room with a familiar manner and called out to Feng Lan through the window, "Xiao Lan, open the door! Uncle Zhang is late for his patrol."

Uncle Zhang's movements were very skillful and natural, as if he had done it thousands of times and it had become a matter of course.

However, it is indeed a very convenient thing to open a door or lift a lever for a colleague in the same unit. You just need to press the button on the table.

However, the security guard is a member of the community and needs to walk within the community. Does the security guard need an owner card?

Feng Lan was a little unsure, but since it was just a matter of one sentence, she decided to ask first.

"Uncle Zhang, card."

Feng Lan had a smile on her face, but she sat firmly on the stool, her fingers scratching the table boredly. She didn't seem to follow Uncle Zhang's wishes, abide by the so-called convention, or open the door for convenience.

Uncle Zhang's smile faded. His kind, middle-aged, square face, under the evening light, appeared somewhat harsh and indifferent. However, a superficial smile still hung on the corner of his mouth. "Xiao Lan, you're being so mean. I just opened the door and pressed a button. Do you have to make a fuss with Uncle Zhang about it?"