"Didn't the game say at the beginning that there would be 20,000 NPCs and players in the game?" Fu Yizhi glanced at Fu Anan, "The game will only give out information at the beginning, and not all of it is useless."
"I always thought that those 20,000 NPCs were the people on the shore."
"It's normal to not think of this. This game is very confusing."
Fu Yizhi put away his gun and said coldly, "Instead of being depressed here, you should inspect the two staircases and the elevator, and think about how to avoid those in the container."
Seeing that he was about to leave, Fu Anan stood up and followed him.
Both the front and back staircases were locked, and the zombies that had gathered at the back staircase had dispersed, with only three or two left wandering around the door.
Fu Yizhi found some wooden bars and iron nails, and the two of them sealed the elevator.
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4 p.m.
The sky darkened quickly.
Fu Yizhi looked up at the sky and said, "It's going to rain heavily. Let's go back."
The two rushed back to the small house, which was a little messy.
Fu Anan’s backpack is missing.
The room had been searched and all the food and water left outside were gone. The medicine and the kitchen knife were also missing.
Don't even think about which bastard did this.
"Sun, Cai, Yan!"
Fu Anan gnashed her teeth. If she hadn't brought her weapon with her, would he have taken her kitchen knife as well? !
"I thought you killed her." Fu Yizhi glanced at her.
Fu Anan lowered his head, "Killing people... This is crazy."
She had been a good citizen for eighteen years and had never killed a chicken.
A bag of noodles and a small pot were placed in front of her.
"Then you'd better get used to it quickly." Fu Yizhi pulled out the knife stuck in his shoe, "Also, go cook."
Fu Anan was stunned holding the noodles, then nodded in a daze, "Ah, okay."
"Okay, try it."
Fu Anan became more lively after relaxing, "It's a pity there are no green onions. I'm especially good at making green onion oil noodles."
Fu Yizhi sat down and took a bite, and soon finished the whole bowl of noodles. Although Master Fu didn't say anything, from the perspective of the Clean Plate Campaign, he must be quite satisfied.
Fu Anan found a quilt and blanket from the cupboard and spread them out on the small sofa.
Boom!
There was thunder and lightning outside.
The bean-sized raindrops hit the iron sheet with a loud noise.
Lying on the sofa, Fu Anan felt a little uneasy, "Do you think the zombies in the container will come out?"
"Yes." Fu Yizhi's voice sounded, like the sound of metal colliding and echoing in space, pleasant and cold. "Keep watch at night, change every three hours."
"Master Fu, I actually feel that we should go to a higher place." Fu Anan turned over and looked at Fu Yizhi.
"A little higher?" Fu Yizhi looked into Fu Anan's eyes and raised the end of his eyebrows slightly.
"To be precise, it should be the highest point of the container." Fu Anan nodded, "The zombies have a strong sense of smell and hearing, the hut is not strong enough, and I feel that the living people below may also find a chance to come up.
I think this little house isn't safe enough anyway, so why not move to a place with the best terrain before the zombies come out?"
Fu Yizhi closed his eyes and the room was quiet for a moment.
Just when Fu Anan thought that Fu Yizhi would not accept her opinion and was ready to work alone tomorrow, he finally spoke.
"Can."
Fu Yizhi looked at Fu Anan, "But if you don't do something, you can't go to the new place."
(End of this chapter)