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

Chapter 181 [Game Factory] Security 26

"come in."

The black door was blown open, and voices were heard coming from somewhere in the room. Feng Lan's eyes swept over the half-open coffin.

"excuse me."

She walked into the house which looked uneasy.

The door closed quietly without making any sound.

Feng Lan still felt it, and turned her head slightly, then remembered something and restrained herself. Her eyes moved faster than her head, and she saw the silhouette of a person standing behind her from the corner of her eye. The person was very close to her, but Feng Lan was unaware of it. She was startled and restrained her breathing and her body's instinctive reaction.

He took two steps forward carrying the toolbox and asked, "Excuse me, which light is broken?"

"living room."

The figure followed Feng Lan for two steps. Compared to her previous unconsciousness, she could now feel the chill surrounding her. This chill became more and more obvious as the two of them kept in contact and time went by.

Feng Lan looked at the lamp in the middle of the living room, which was right above the coffin. If she wanted to repair it, she would either have to move the coffin away, step on it, or stand upside down on the ceiling.

Feng Lan tried the switch, but it didn't light up. She dodged a blood-stained hemp rope blown by the wind. The smile on Feng Lan's face was a little stiff. "Excuse me."

The next second, she jumped onto the ceiling with the toolbox in her hand. Qingfeng hung tightly beside her. This was a challenge for Fenglan. Fortunately, she had been trained by the coach in the training room before.

"After all, who knows if you'll ever need to parkour on the ceiling? Hahahaha—"

I didn’t expect that I would actually use it. The coach is really very experienced.

Feng Lan silently gave the coach a thumbs up in her heart. When this big copy is over and she returns, she will give the coach a good comment and reward.

His shoulders felt heavy, and Feng Lan felt an extra weight on his back.

She turned on the light bulb and a flash of electricity appeared (normal people please do not imitate this). Oh, it turned out that the power was not turned off. However, the whole building is a living house, so the fact that there is electricity is itself strange.

Feng Lan studied the light bulb and said, "Maybe the filament is burnt out. Just replace it."

"……Can."

A pair of pale hands were placed on Feng Lan's neck, with a long-lost coldness, as if to freeze her.

"Click."

Feng Lan found a new one from the toolbox and put it on. The numbness on her fingertips was bearable for her current body.

Feng Lan jumped off the ceiling. She felt suffocated at the neck. She suppressed her fighting instinct to resist. Her intuition told her that resistance would have even worse consequences.

After taking a few steps with difficulty, Feng Lan felt that her neck was about to be strangled. Her fingertips touched the switch and turned it on. The dark living room lit up, and the incandescent lamp illuminated everything in the living room.

"Okay... the light is fixed... ahem..."

The hands on her neck did not stop, and Feng Lan felt her vision was a little blurry, but she could bear not breathing for now. It seemed as if a heavy mountain was pressing on her body, and as Feng Lan approached the gate, it became heavier and heavier, as if the whole world was pressing on her back.

"Don't go...stay with me...okay..."

A dark voice rang in Feng Lan's ears, extremely resentful. The cool hair also blocked Feng Lan's face, or rather, got into her ears, eyes, mouth, and nose...

Feng Lan couldn't hold back such fear and fought back.

A ball of fire gathered from her hand, flaring across her body and burning the dead thing on her back.

"whee--"

A triumphant chuckle came from behind her, and all the previous heavy, stinging and suffocating illusions disappeared. Feng Lan found herself crawling into the coffin. A dark, shriveled hand stretched out from inside and dragged her in.

The next second, the coffin closed and the world was silent.

"Snapped--"

"come in."

The black door was blown open, and voices were heard coming from somewhere in the room. Feng Lan came back to his senses, subconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck, and took a deep breath.

This time she didn't rush in. The flower wrapped around her arm stretched longer as she urged it, and was tied to the fire pillar in the hallway, with the other end in Feng Lan's own hand. Only then did Feng Lan turn around and smile slightly at the owner who might, no, definitely, be lying in a coffin in the living room, and said, "I'm sorry, I have night blindness, and the living room is a little dark, so I can't see the road clearly, so I need a rope to pull myself up."

Feng Lan urged the second vine to wrap around the door handle this time before walking into the door.

The door closed silently like last time, and the vines that Feng Lan had tied outside were also cut off. However, Feng Lan could still feel the direction of Huahua, which made her feel relieved.

Still without looking back, Feng Lan quickly got to the point this time. Without waiting for the figure behind her to come up, she jumped onto the ceiling and changed the light bulb.

Just like last week, there was a heavy, cold corpse clinging to his back.

However, due to Feng Lan's speed, the negative state this time was lighter than last time.

"It's changed."

Feng Lan jumped down, her hair, eyebrows, eyelashes and face were covered with a layer of frost and snow, and she exhaled damp and cold hot air from her mouth.

Her speed made the owner very dissatisfied, and Feng Lan's hallucinations became more severe. However, for Feng Lan, such a real hallucination was no different from reality.

"Stay...you can live well...no need to worry anymore...everything is peaceful..."

The temptation in his ears was like a spider web covered with black mud, making him want to lie down urgently. Feng Lan pressed the switch under the heavy pressure, "Okay...light..."

Feng Lan tried hard to ignore the weight on her neck and back, and ignored the door that seemed to be just around the corner, and walked towards the pitch-black coffin surrounded by red candles and ropes.

The flowery vines are there.

Outside the door, Huahua's severed vines were trying hard to pry the tightly closed door, trying to rescue the owner trapped inside. The entire dark door was blocked by dark green vines with light red veins.

"Lan Lan..."

"Squeak... squeak..."

Feng Lan felt like her bones were about to break. She tried to tell herself that these were all illusions and fake. She hunched over as she walked towards the coffin. The closer she got, the more frightened she became.

How can you be sure that's true?

Maybe it's an illusion created by the monster to trick you into falling into the trap, and once you walk in, you can never get out.

You are already in an illusion, and you have long ignored the real response. If you don’t believe me, look up and see if you are caught in the rope. Do you want to hang yourself?

Look up, you feel so heavy, throw her down...

What's inside the coffin?

Feng Lan tried not to look or listen, enduring the suffocation and blurred vision. She felt her fingers touch a cold, solid material. Her mind told her that it was a coffin, and underneath was an open coffin. She couldn't help but imagine that some terrible thing was quietly hidden inside...

Feng Lan continued to grope. She ignored the distracting thoughts in her mind and told herself that she had already touched the door. Look for the door handle... It's right here... It's nearby...

"Kacha——"

The door opened, and Feng Lan fell out through the half-open door and fell into a tangled vine.

"Lan Lan!"

Endless darkness surged like thin strands of hair, struggling at the door, trying to pull Feng Lan back, but restrained itself at the door, waving wildly. The dark door closed again, burying everything inside, leaving only the quiet door with 404 engraved on it.

The pitch-black door was like a pair of eyes staring into the abyss, quietly looking at Feng Lan who was lying at the door and trembling.