The group walked into the rain, wearing long boots made of special materials and stepping into the water.
Even through the thick soles of my shoes, I could still feel the puddles and rotten leaves and dirt.
After walking a few steps, Fu Anan stepped on a pile of foreign objects.
The tangled, yellowed, thin wool string almost entangled her shoes.
When I looked down, I saw that it was not wool, but a dog's corpse.
It’s the one that belongs to the neighbor on the first floor.
This dog was once a treasured possession by its owner, who would groom its hair every few days. Its hair was white and smooth, fluttering in the wind.
At this time, the white hair had turned into a dark orange-red color. The blood and acid mixed together, and the corpse and hair were almost melted together and about to decay.
"Leave."
An urging voice came from above my head.
It will be dawn soon.
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Several people moved quickly in the drizzle and returned to where Fu Yizhi was. Looking at the door that was damaged by the explosion, she was slightly stunned.
"Brother Fu, so you live here, I've been here before!"
She entered through the makeshift gate, which was quite unexpected.
I didn't expect that the distance between them was so close.
"Well, by the way, I also removed the toilet door."
Fu Yizhi's tone was flat.
Fu Anan stumbled and could hardly hide the surprise on his face.
No wonder he found me in the middle of the night. I thought it was fate.
Fu Anan tried her best to control her expression and pretended not to understand what he was saying.
Otherwise it would be embarrassing.
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Fu Yizhi lived on the 8th floor this time.
The whole floor was reserved by Fu Yizhi, which surprised Fu Anan.
"Brother Fu, you don't live on the top floor?"
"The top floor is the 38th floor. Do you want to climb the stairs?" Fu Yizhi asked back.
The eighth floor is okay.
Thirty-eight floors, walk up...
As the two talked, they soon reached the target floor.
Zhang Zedong knew that Fu Yizhi was going out to look for someone, so he had been waiting at the stairs. When he saw the two people coming up, he quickly stood up.
"Master Fu, you're back!"
After saying that, he glanced at Fu Anan beside him.
I've seen him once before, and the rest I've only heard of in legends.
Thinking of those legends inside Mang, Zhang Zedong couldn't help but stand up straight, "Hello, Sister Fu."
Fu Anan was stunned when she heard this. Looking at this man in his twenties or thirties, she thought that he should be a member of Mang.
I don’t quite understand why the members of Mang, who are obviously older than her, like to call her sis.
"Hello."
Fu Anan nodded at him and put away the smile on her face. In front of others, she looked quite steady.
"You go back to the house first."
Fu Yizhi was not too moved by waiting here so late at night.
He finished speaking to Zhang Zedong, then reached out and hooked Fu Anan's collar.
"Come with me."
.
With a creak, a house was opened.
There were only two people in the house at that moment. There were a lot of supplies piled inside, with foreign words on them. It was obvious that they were better than what he had collected.
And there is another house like this one.
Weapons, protective clothing, and some unused supplies.
Before Fu Anan finished reading, Fu Yizhi stood beside him and threw a list to him.
"If you are equipped with supplies according to this standard and there is insufficient space, first clear out the unimportant supplies you prepared."
"I think... I'll try my best."
Fu Anan looked at it and nodded.
First of all, all firearms.
Twenty boxes of protective clothing.
Because of the upgrade in space, not only could everything be put in, but there was even a little extra left.
(End of this chapter)