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

This confident attitude is 90% similar to that of the previous owners.

Feng Lan naturally wouldn't completely believe the other party just because of his attitude. The office worker took out the card for a very short time, and because he took it out from his pocket, most of it was blocked by his fingers, so he could only see a small corner of one-quarter. In addition, there was a gloomy look on the other party's face, so Feng Lan was not very sure whether it was real or not.

But it doesn't matter, she still has the biggest lie detector here.

Feng Lan sat firmly on her buttocks, but she was thinking that this person looked like the owner, and he had an owner's card, so it should be real.

It's just a little bit fake.

After thinking about this, Feng Lan fell silent, sitting motionless on the chair, eating the spicy squid tentacles she found from the supermarket.

The previously active voice remained silent this time, as if the entire person had disappeared from Feng Lan's heart.

Feng Lan's lips curled slightly, and he suddenly fell silent. Even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe that there was no trick going on!

Perhaps it also realized this and added a sentence somewhat slowly.

Yes, yes, this owner card is blurry, maybe it’s a fake!

It looks quite human. The previous owners were clearly not human at all. They were either able to burn fire or were murderers, each one more perverted than the other. It's not certain that this person has an owner's card...

The more it talked, the quieter its voice became. After all, this female player was capricious. Sometimes she would go against it, and sometimes she would go along with it. She was even more unpredictable than it. It was obvious that she could peek into people's hearts, but not everyone would talk to themselves in their hearts and express all their thoughts. It was mostly a vague idea.

There are even some bad guys that it admires, and they will glorify their actions in their hearts. Even if they kill all people, they don't think they have done anything wrong. This is the kind of person it admires, who is cruel enough and suitable for its own copy rhythm.

Feng Lan didn't say anything, and even in her heart she was only vaguely happy, with some fragmented memories flashing through her mind.

This makes it impossible to analyze what Feng Lan is trying to do.

"Sir, I got the wrong owner card. Please change it."

Feng Lan immediately told it what to do.

It really wanted to ask Feng Lan, how did you figure that out?! This guy was clearly well disguised! He was arguably one of the most skillfully disguised monsters roaming the neighborhood, and that owner card was 70% similar! Although, due to God's principle of fairness, all the pseudo-humans outside the neighborhood couldn't see the true appearance of the owner card, it wasn't impossible to get close to it.

Aside from the initial failure, few players recognized it as a fake! In other words, as long as it could produce the owner card it had figured out, it would have successfully defeated 99% of the wandering monsters out there!

Until now, it still hasn't realized that it, as a big leader, is holding its subordinates back. After all, in the past, when things were going well, it hardly communicated with these players. It would just disturb their minds when they were trying to go with the flow or wavering.

After losing their memories, returning to their original appearance, and having false memories implanted, most players, even if they have strong physical fitness, have lost more than half of their strength. Not to mention when time was tight at the beginning, they missed the opportunity to pick up their props. When they returned after the night shift, the garbage was naturally cleaned up. Players who had forgotten their true identities would be brainwashed by layers of false memories.

Gradually, you will recognize that you are a member of the copy, and the probability of discovering some incongruities will be lower. In the end, you will stay in the copy, be assimilated, and truly become a member of the copy.