The seemingly pure white wall actually has a secret door sewn tightly together.
Fu Yizhi pushed open the secret door, revealing a small room.
Turning on the flashlight and shining it inside, I saw that the room was simply furnished with only a table, chairs and a side-by-side bookshelf.
On the ground, there was a lot of fuel piled up for generating electricity.
"Wow!"
Fu Anan's eyes popped out, "Brother Fu, where did you get so much fuel?"
I finally understand why Fu Yizhi asked her to clean up the space.
Fu Yizhi: "A resource point discovered by chance."
Fu Anan quickly picked up the gasoline on the ground and filled the remaining space, with even a few barrels left over.
Combined with what they had previously stored in the basement of the villa, it was more than enough for the last few days.
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The time is now 1:46, and the fast movement makes them consume much more oxygen than usual.
Just in the dark room, the two of them replaced the air tank again.
From now on, they have about forty minutes of air to use.
The distance from the cottage to the villa is about forty minutes.
Time was running out, so they both sped up tacitly.
They encountered several robberies along the way and were almost involved.
Finally, we returned to the villa before the oxygen was almost exhausted. It was a close call.
After the two replaced the air tanks, they sat downstairs to calm their breathing and wait quietly for the suffocating moment to pass.
Then Fu Anan began to clean up their supplies.
Including those stolen from the robbers, they now have a total of eighty-one air tanks.
There were 16 full bottles and 65 empty bottles.
But now they have compressors, and these empty bottles will have to be filled sooner or later.
Fu Anan's originally tense mood finally relaxed a little.
And outside the villa.
Even the people who were hiding in the house had realized what was happening by now.
The police station is gone. Even if we survive today, where should we get our air tanks refilled tomorrow
If you want to stay alive, air is the key!
In this situation, whoever gets the air compressor will be the king!
Overnight.
The town's originally complex, kinship-based small organization had undergone countless changes of power.
New tissues are produced in the process of constant division, tearing and fusion.
No one can sleep tonight.
The suffocation moment is over, people put down their oxygen tanks, and the smell of rust lingers in their noses.
Nearly half of the surviving citizens disappeared overnight, and the remaining people were eventually temporarily divided into four large groups due to the inflation compressor.
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The last ten days under the blue sky began with its cruel prologue at the very beginning.
The once bustling streets are now sparsely populated.
The once beautiful place with singing birds and fragrant flowers has become the burial place of countless people.
The pines and cypresses, known as evergreen trees, now have the few leaves drooping on their branches, the flowers and plants have long since withered, and the bald yellow color casts a layer of gray over the town.
The whole town was filled with a foul odor.
Crash—
A bearded man kicked away the leaves piled up at his feet and stared blankly ahead with drooping eyelids.
At this time, a person was walking towards them.
The two men were about one meter apart when the man suddenly thrust the screwdriver hidden in his hand through the man's neck.
The man opposite him looked at him with wide eyes, his body fell to the side weakly, and the blade hidden in his sleeve slipped quietly.
(End of this chapter)