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

Some say that Ping'an Community was burned down a long time ago, and the current community is actually a fictional creation of the residents who were burned to death. They have forgotten that they are dead and repeat their activities in the community every day.

Some people also say that Ping'an Community is a ghost area, and the residents there are a mixture of real and fake. Some are ghosts. Those who are active during the day are living people, and those who are active at night are ghosts. They are unrelated.

Feng Lan found something about the community security guard in the corner. She looked at the small photo in the newspaper. It was of a young man with a neatly shaved head. Because it was a candid photo and it was taken a long time ago, the photo was very blurry.

Feng Lan felt that this person was somewhat similar to Captain Wang.

If he had some wrinkles, his skin was a little saggier and darker, he would look like a younger version of Captain Wang.

Chapter 172 [Game Factory] Security 17

Feng Lan read all the contents of the newspaper before she started to pay attention to her thoughts again, occasionally responding with a few words to express that she was troubled.

After all, you have to give the other party face. It is better to hold it in your hand and deal with it with a few words than to let it cause trouble secretly.

"Sister, can you open the door for me? I forgot to bring my card."

Feng Lan looked up and saw a tall boy in a red basketball shirt standing outside the window on the left. He was holding a basketball in his left hand. He was covered in sweat and his hair was slightly wet. When he saw Feng Lan looking up, he stared at her with a pair of sparkling puppy eyes and smiled embarrassedly. He bent over and his strong chest muscles could be seen from the wide collar of his shirt.

There are undulating muscle lines on his arms, and he is very handsome. He is eighteen years old, a big boy, a basketball player, and looks at you with a pleading face, which is enough to make many people soften their hearts and give in.

Seeing Feng Lan's indifference, he hurriedly added, "If you don't believe me, you can come home with me to see me. I live in Building 1, Room 302."

Feeling that the firepower seemed not enough, he fanned himself, lifted up his red shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead, revealing a narrow waist, clearly defined abdominal muscles, and mermaid line. He put it down after two or three seconds and continued to beg Feng Lan as if nothing had happened.

Being beautiful without knowing it makes people more beautiful. The same goes for being handsome without knowing it. Feng Lan admired the muscles calmly, but felt disdainful in his heart.

That's it. This is too greasy. Whose abdominal muscles are still eight pack when they are not working hard? She also has a vest line! She also has biceps! Who is she showing off to?

She calls me sister, and she just graduated from college, so she is much younger than these old weirdos!

"Then make a phone call and have someone send the owner's card over."

Feng Lan added, "Anyway, your home is very close to the door, and it won't take more than a few minutes to make a call."

It was obvious that she was at the east gate, on the right side of the community, Building 1. If she went back from the north gate, it would be closer, and she would be able to go up the stairs in about 20 meters. But here she had to walk more than 100 meters. What an excuse!

As if he hadn't expected Feng Lan to refuse so bluntly, the puppy-eyed boy smiled in surprise, "Sister... there's no one at home today, so I can't send you a card."

"Why don't you go to my house and bring it to me? I'm just outside the complex. I won't go in. I'll wait for you to find it for me. Here's the key."

The boy took out a key from his jersey and shorts, knocked on the window, raised his slender hand holding the key, and signaled Feng Lan to open the window. He then threw the key to Feng Lan.

Feng Lan, however, was like a machine that could only repeat itself, "So you don't have an owner's card, right? You can't open the door without an owner's card."

"Sister~ I just left my card at home, can you help me get it - please~"

"Then call someone to send it to you."

"There's no one at home, sister..."

“Ask the neighbor to get it.”

"elder sister……"

The boy was lying on the window, his eyes looked so pitiful. His clear and transparent puppy eyes were red with grievance, making it hard for people not to feel soft-hearted.

Feng Lan ignored the other person's pitiful look and actually wanted to drink some fruit tea. She wanted a big bucket of ice-cold fruit tea with sliced ​​watermelon, mango, passion fruit, and two slices of lemon...