Chapter 132 Mausoleum City of Fog 5
boom.
After a gunshot, the corpse on the ground had another muzzle.
Fu Anan pointed to the hole in the bastard's head, "Hey, you also killed someone."
Hu Buchang looked at the scene of the brain splashing, a puddle of unknown liquid oozed out from under his body, and he spit it out with a pale face.
Tsk, this young man is much weaker than her.
If it wasn't for his brave actions, why would I waste so much effort?
Fu Anan gave him a troubled look, and retrieved the glasses and wallet that had been thrown on the ground for him.
"If you don't want to be caught by the police, you'd better leave here immediately."
After finishing speaking, Fu Anan untied his bound hands and feet, and disappeared at the end of the alley.
Hu Buchang left behind was still in shock.
Woke up in the library, and he arrived in this foggy city.
Strange and strange, even a girl who looked so cute and cute killed three people without blinking an eye!
Hu Buchang remembered the string of weird words that appeared in front of him at the very beginning, and asked himself,
"Is this really a game? Will people really die?"
In the quiet alley, the air gradually froze as he asked, and a string of words appeared out of thin air—
[Please play the game seriously.
Survive without reaching thirty or circumvent the game, you will die in the real world. ]
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the other side
After a small episode, Fu Anan returned to the hotel.
Looking down from the clean and bright window, even at night, the fog in Lingcheng has not dissipated.
Compared with the morning, it seems to be thicker.
Fu Anan thought of the title of the game, and it seems that this round of the game has something to do with the fog.
As for exactly what, remains to be investigated.
—
Fu An'an didn't get up until nine o'clock like the previous two days.
The hotel provides three meals a day. As for the supplies she prepared herself, Fu Anan didn't move at all.
As usual, just make a phone call, and the hotel waiter brother will deliver breakfast to the door.
Every day at this time, she would miss her Brother Fu in her heart.
Thanks to Papa Fu for allowing her to live this kind of rich and noble life with easy food and no worries about food and clothing!
May he be happy and healthy, with a long life than Nanshan!
"Miss Fu's prayer attitude is really pious."
The little brother who delivered the meal next to him was an old acquaintance. He looked at Fu Anan and asked curiously, "But I saw that your posture is a bit strange. May I ask which **** do you believe in?"
"Probably... God of Wealth?" Fu Anan said uncertainly.
"... have a pursuit!"
The boy who delivered the food closed his eyes and praised fiercely, and then delivered the breakfast.
"By the way, Miss Fu, today is still foggy and the visibility is very low.
For your safety, our hotel advises you not to go out today. If you need anything, the hotel has a professional errand service.
All you have to do is call the front desk. "
Fu An'an heard the words and opened the closed curtains last night.
The fog is much bigger than the previous two days.
Looking out from the twelfth floor, there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.
I could vaguely see the outlines of other buildings outside the window last night, but now I can’t see anything.
Fu Anan thought for a while, and then went straight to the first floor.
She didn't dare to walk into the fog casually, but through the glass, she could feel how big the fog was.
The visible range is about one or two meters.
People rely almost exclusively on sound to identify places and locations.
On the street, the fog lights of passing vehicles are all turned on, and the yellowed lights can only be seen at close range.
Fu Anan stood at the door of the hotel and watched for a while.
It was found that as people came and went in and out of the hotel lobby, the fog outside was more or less brought in.
(end of this chapter)