Bang.
After a gunshot, there was another gunshot wound on the body on the ground.
Fu Anan pointed at the hole in the gangster's head and said, "Hey, you killed someone too."
Hu Bushang looked at the scene of brain matter splattering and a pool of unknown liquid oozing out from under his body. His face turned pale and he vomited.
Tsk, this guy’s endurance is much weaker than hers.
If it wasn't for his bravery, would I have put so much effort into it
Fu Anan looked at him with annoyance and retrieved his glasses and wallet that had been thrown on the ground.
"If you don't want to be arrested by the police, you'd better leave here immediately."
After saying that, Fu Anan untied his bound hands and feet and disappeared at the end of the alley.
Hu Buchang was left behind in shock.
When he woke up in the library, he found himself in this foggy city.
It was so strange and weird that even a girl who looked so well-behaved and cute could kill three people without even blinking an eye!
Hu Buchang recalled the strange string of words that appeared in front of him at the beginning, and asked himself,
"Is this really a game? Will people really die?"
In the quiet alley, the air gradually solidified as he asked, and a string of words appeared out of thin air -
[Please play the game seriously.
If you fail to reach thirty or escape 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 had not dissipated.
Compared to this morning, it seems to have become even thicker.
Fu Anan thought about the title of the game. It was obvious that this round of the game was related to fog.
As to what exactly it is, it remains to be investigated.
—
The third day in Lingcheng.
Fu Anan slept until nine o'clock like she did in the previous two days.
The hotel provides three meals a day, but Fu Anan didn't touch the supplies she prepared herself.
At this time every day, she would miss her brother Fu in her heart.
Thanks to Mr. Fu, she can live such a wealthy life with food and clothing provided for her!
May he be happy and healthy, and live as long as the Southern Mountains!
"Miss Fu's attitude in prayer is really pious."
The guys delivering food nearby were all old acquaintances. They looked at Fu An'an and asked curiously, "But I noticed your posture is a little strange. May I ask which god do you believe in?"
"Maybe... the God of Wealth?" Fu Anan said uncertainly.
“… there is a pursuit!”
The delivery guy closed his eyes and praised me a lot, then brought in the breakfast.
"By the way, Miss Fu, it's still foggy today and visibility is very low.
For your safety, our hotel recommends that you do not go out today. If you need anything, the hotel has professional errand service.
All you have to do is call the front desk.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Anan opened the curtains that were closed last night.
The fog was much thicker than the previous two days.
Looking out from the twelfth floor, everything was white.
Last night I could vaguely see the outlines of other buildings outside the window, but now I can see nothing.
Fu Anan thought about it and then went straight to the first floor.
She didn't dare walk into the fog, but through the glass, she could feel how thick the fog was.
The visible range is about one or two meters.
People almost need to rely on sound to identify places and locations.
The fog lights of all the vehicles passing by on the street were turned on, and the yellow light could only be seen at a close distance.
Fu Anan stood at the door of the hotel and watched for a while.
I found that as people came in and out of the hotel lobby, they brought in more or less the fog outside.
(End of this chapter)