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

Chapter 180 [Game Factory] Security 25

Ma Rui was guarding the building, while Feng Lan had recovered her memory and her strength had basically recovered, so the copy naturally targeted her more.

She was told that she would be on duty from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. today.

"Xiao Lan, you're the only one free. It just so happens that our colleague from Building 4 has something to do today and needs to take a leave. You're the only one free right now. As a member of the unit, you can take over. When four o'clock comes, another colleague will take your place."

While talking about negotiation, Captain Wang actually didn't give Feng Lan any chance to refuse. He left the key and disappeared.

Feng Lan had not been on duty for the past two days, and at most she had only watched for a short while. There was a separate small room under each building where security guards sat. In the memory implanted in Feng Lan, she had taken turns on duty at each building, just sitting inside, watching the surveillance cameras, and occasionally answering the call bell to go to the owner's home to resolve emergencies. Overall, it was very simple, but boring.

Searching her memory, Feng Lan took the key, locked the dormitory door, said goodbye to Aunt Zhang who didn't want to see her, and went to work.

Looking at Feng Lan's brisk steps, Aunt Zhang stared at her back and muttered softly, "She's so happy to be doing a sacrificial ceremony. She must be sick."

The fourth building is a very subtle one. It is not like the first three buildings, so there is no need to light three incense sticks as an introduction. However, because of its homophony, it has a little more subtlety than other buildings. This is a good thing for the owners living in it, but not necessarily for Feng Lan.

Haven't you seen how many communities actively avoid numbers like 4 and 13, especially unlucky floors like 404? Of course, on the other hand, for ghosts, these are particularly "auspicious" numbers that gather yin.

Feng Lan entered the small room dedicated to duty in Building 4. Perhaps because of her sweet flesh and tender young body, the call bell rang within two minutes of her sitting down.

It showed that the resident of Room 103, Building 4 was calling her, but before Feng Lan picked up the phone, the number on it distorted and became 201. Within two seconds, it crackled again and became 604.

"Zizi-"

Obviously, this piece of sweet meat of hers is very popular among the owners, and owners who are not strong enough will be squeezed out even if they dial the number first.

After about a minute, the ringing call bell stopped changing and finally stayed at 404 for a long time.

"Ring ring ring——"

A sharp and urgent ringtone rang in the small room, urging Feng Lan to answer the call.

"Hey--"

"My light bulb is broken, come and fix it!"

A distorted and hoarse voice came from the call bell, with obvious excitement. A sticky and greedy gaze seemed to entangle Feng Lan through the call bell. After speaking, without waiting for Feng Lan to answer, the call was quickly hung up, leaving only the digital display screen below the call bell scrolling back and forth with bright red words, [404 Resident needs your help].

The excuse he chose wasn't very thoughtful, but the greed in his words was obvious. The only good news was that after the call rang, it was suddenly quiet and no other calls came in for the time being. I don't know if it was because everyone had a tacit understanding or because of the rules.

Feng Lan thought about it for a while, but didn't rush to go there immediately. She first walked around the small room to see if there were any clues.

They found a universal card used by the security guard to take the elevator and open doors, a fragment of notes suspected to have been left by a superior security guard, which contained some scattered records of incident handling, a security guard's exclusive electric baton, a flashlight, and a work box containing tools for repairing light bulbs.

Feng Lan took everything and walked out of the small room. She chose between the pitch-black corridor where no light could penetrate and the elevator which seemed bright and stable. In the end, she decided to follow her intuition and chose the elevator which seemed less dangerous.

Feng Lan just took a look at the corridor and the hair on his body stood up. It was so quiet inside that not even the smallest sound could be heard. In comparison, although the elevator felt dangerous, it was still much better than the dead silence in the corridor.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opened, and there was a large space inside. Feng Lan saw it was empty at a glance, more than enough for ten people to stand. There was also bright light, and except for the light being a little pale, there were no other shortcomings.

As soon as Feng Lan entered, the elevator's red light came on, and a gentle female voice warned that the elevator was overloaded, so the elevator door took a long time to close.

Feng Lan ignored the strange cold feeling around him and surrounded himself with a circle of fire, and suddenly felt much warmer.

She listened to the elevator chime and turned to look at the empty elevator. "Everyone, please pick one and get off. The residents of 404 are still waiting for me to solve their problem."

The elevator didn't respond, and the cold gazes around him remained gloomy. Feng Lan nodded, "Okay, then I'll go out and say that someone doesn't want me to go to 404--"

"Ding—the elevator is closed and moving upwards. Please stand firmly and hold on..."

Before Feng Lan finished speaking, in her second-person perspective, she saw that the elevator was suddenly half empty, and some weak ghosts left as soon as they heard their names.

The elevator door slowly closed in front of Feng Lan. The moment it closed, the ghost left in the elevator rushed towards Feng Lan.

……

"Ding—reached the 4th floor."

Feng Lan twisted her wrist and stepped hard on the air next to her. The ice on her body shattered and turned into a ball of black gas. A sharp, tiny scream came from the elevator.

Feng Lan pretended not to hear anything and exited the elevator. As an ordinary person, she couldn't see anything, and it was just her body's subconscious reaction. It wasn't really an attack on the owner, it was just a stretch in the empty elevator.

"Wow, this big elevator is different. There's even music playing for you to move your arms and legs."

Feng Lan muttered to herself as the elevator slowly closed behind her and the thin layer of flame on her hand dissipated instantly.

I didn't expect that fire magic could be used in this way. When combined with green magic, it can actually attack ghosts.

Feng Lan was quite satisfied. From the strength of those in the elevator who were not afraid of the residents of 404, he could estimate the strength of the residents of 404. If they were all at this level, then it didn't seem that difficult to deal with.

Putting on a smile, Feng Lan looked around and found the different pure black 404 door.

Feng Lan sniffed carefully and smelled a fishy smell of blood.

The smell was a bit like blood that had been left out for a long time. It had become smelly and disgusting because it had been there for too long, but it had also been soaked in moist wood, so it still had a hint of barely fresh bloody smell. It was very complicated, and Feng Lan couldn't put it into words.

"Hello."

Feng Lan knocked on the door of Room 404.

"I'm the security guard here to fix the lightbulb."

"Squeak-"

It was clearly an iron door, but it made a teeth-grinding sound when it opened, like the sound of wood.

Feng Lan stood at the door and saw through the half-open door a black coffin standing in the living room, surrounded by red candles and some decorations hanging from the ceiling.

Feng Lan looked carefully and realized from the dim candlelight that it was not a decoration, but a bunch of bloody hemp ropes.