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

Chapter 414 [Mist] 10

So in the afternoon, the residents of the town suddenly discovered that in the originally quiet and peaceful town, a large number of police cars and policemen wearing bulletproof vests and with solemn expressions suddenly appeared everywhere on the roads.

"what happened?"

No one was missing from their homes, and residents who were not well-informed asked in confusion, "Why are there so many police officers suddenly?"

After all, their town is sparsely populated and remote. Normally, if someone went to the police station, it would be considered a big deal, not to mention the dispatch of so many police officers.

The person being asked responded enthusiastically, "Hey, this is a rare and big deal. A lot of people have gone missing today. I heard they were taken away by bears. It seems like a killer bear came from Texas."

"Killer bear, is that true? Oh, then I have to go back and oil my hunting rifle and prepare some bullets."

When I heard this, I felt a lot more relaxed. After all, there was nothing that Mu Cang couldn't solve. If there was, it must be because the bullets and power were not enough.

The wood storage and machinery business in the town suddenly picked up, and those who already had guns at home began to clean and maintain them. Everyone thought that this was just a small incident.

After Feng Lan and Wang Qi had breakfast, she set up a basic formation in the yard. She learned it in the Tianxing copy. The supplies needed were simple and there were a lot of them in Feng Lan Supermarket. After it was set up, Wang Qi felt that the area around the house was much brighter.

She looked up and was surprised to find from the scattered fog that there was fog. It was just that the fog outside was too thick, so the fog around the house seemed thin and inconspicuous.

Yes, if the fog was really a living thing, why would it stop coming closer just because the boss beat it up? Wang Qi looked at the dispersed fog and realized again that the monsters in this copy were more cunning than he had imagined.

Feng Lan was not surprised by this, because she had the transformation skill and was naturally very sensitive to the changes in energy concentration in the air. The other party's sneaky behavior was almost the same as being translucent to her. Feng Lan happily accepted it. She could transform it anyway. However, Feng Lan glanced at the little girl player Wang Qi, and the child couldn't stand it.

Feng Lan originally wanted Wang Qi to stay in the house. After all, she had set up a formation in the house, so it was relatively safe. However, after Wang Qi heard that she was going out, he still chose to follow her.

"Okay," Feng Lan agreed nonchalantly. Everyone can make their own choices, and every choice comes with risks.

Feng Lan did not try to dissuade them too much. All players struggling in the survival game knew this.

In a dungeon, there is no absolutely safe choice.

Feng Lan could have stayed in the house, but she found that her body was slowly losing energy. It was not from natural consumption of the body. It was as if there was a sieve in her body, stealing the power from Feng Lan's body at a very slow but real speed.

Feng Lan felt that it was very slow because she had the transformation skill, and she could absorb the mist and transform it for her own use. But if it was an ordinary person like the original owner, it would probably be sucked into a dried corpse within three days.

Combined with Ars's self-narration yesterday, Feng Lan realized that Lassen was not as simple-minded and foolish as Ars imagined. She had been prepared for it. In addition, the memories that Feng Lan did not inherit, does it mean that there are still some subtle flaws that she has not discovered?

Early in the morning of the third day, Feng Lan searched the house carefully again inside and out, focusing on Lassen's bedroom. In the mezzanine behind the bed, Feng Lan found Lassen's diary.

It is more like a note than a diary. It does not record much of Lason's mood or plans. It is more of a record and guess of her own predictive memory fragments. Feng Lan flipped through it and found many of Ars's. Of course, Lason used metaphors, but based on Ars's description, it was very obvious when looking at this diary again.

At the end of the diary, Lassen actually wrote down a sentence about his feelings.

[I'm going to do something. If I'm still alive after completing it, I might have become a devil.]

This paragraph was crossed out and another line of words was added after it.

[Could it be the devil who is reading my diary now?]

Feng Lan's expression changed, her hand that was turning the page paused slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

"The devil you're talking about is us," Feng Lan looked out the window. The gray mist lingered in the distance, rolling under her gaze, as if it was also spying on her. "Or is it them?"

Was the mist's peeping because of the threat she had posed to them on the first day, or was it because of Lassen?

Feng Lan was not sure, but it was definitely not possible to continue staying in the house and being monitored by the fog.

On the third day of the dungeon, except for the thin fog at noon, the fog gathered over the town in the morning and afternoon, from the very edge of the town to occupying most of the town.

"The fog seems to be getting thicker today..."

People finally discovered that something was wrong with the fog.

Compared to yesterday, visibility in the fog has decreased and there are more inexplicable noises. When people face the fog, some fears that seem to have been forgotten emerge uncontrollably in their minds.

Current number of survivors: (276/300)

Soon, the already tense police station confirmed that something was wrong with the fog.

Because the same police officers who were patrolling around the town said that people were missing in places where the fog had thickened.

The police department and the mayor issued a notice advising everyone to stay at home for a period of time, waiting for the fog to clear or for official rescue from America before going out.

Some residents who felt uneasy chose to stay indoors, while others who refused to believe in evil continued with their daily lives.

Players walking around the town also make different choices based on their own strength.

Some players, like the residents of the small town, hid in their homes, reinforced their homes, and held props in their hands, trying to survive the seven days. Some players looked at the sky outside and the density of the fog, and felt that they could still move around in the next few days.

Choose to go out and face the danger, and test the danger of the fog while it is not too dangerous outside. After all, all players know that when it comes to the last day of the dungeon, the probability of them being able to finish the dungeon safely in the small town without any risk is smaller than the probability of them suddenly returning to the original world.

Therefore, when Wang Qi was driving, he saw many players on the street. They were immersed in the fog, with fog surging around them. Occasionally, a hideous figure could be seen from the fog, which was the embodiment of the players' fear.

At least for now, the monsters in the fog only have the players themselves to fear.

In such foggy weather, Feng Lan and Wang Qi quickly got out of the car and chose to walk.

Because of the fog, visibility was reduced to less than five meters after noon.

When Feng Lan came to school again, the fog was rolling and tiny rustling sounds appeared in her ears.

From the depths of the fog, black insects with tentacles the size of a palm crawled out.

This is the existence of the students in the school who are afraid of the tentacles in the corner.