On the eighth day, breakfast becomes a uniform of bread, eggs, and milk.

This kind of food is already very good in Fu An'an's opinion.

But some guests are not happy.

"Eggs, milk, I hate these two things the most, and there is nothing else?"

"I'm sorry that there aren't enough ingredients in the kitchen due to the fog." The service staff patiently explained to the customers.

"Not enough ingredients? So what do we do next? The customer asked again.

"We have asked the government for help, and from tomorrow there will be volunteers to deliver some food, so you don't have to worry."

The waiter stood at the door and patiently explained.

Fu An'an didn't worry too much about food.

She was more concerned about the sleeping virus.

According to the official website of the government, the number of unconscious people has increased due to the fog, and now it has reached 1,500 people.

Experts continue to call on people not to go out.

The so-called sleeping virus is just a disease affected by fog, and it does not have any infectious function, so everyone just needs to stay at home and not go out, and do not touch the fog.

On the 9th day of the mausoleum, it was foggy

The number of people in coma is still more than 1,500, and yesterday only 11 people increased.

These are all reasons for not listening to advice, going out without permission, and being exposed to the fog.

This confirms that the experts are right.

Do not approach the fog.

On the 10th day of the mausoleum, it was foggy.

The number of comatose people remained at the same number as yesterday.

No one goes out, no one is unconscious.

However, it is precisely because of this that both hotels and residents' homes are in a situation of sitting on empty seats.

The fog may never dissipate, so this round is another game of materials.

If that's the case, then she's quite experienced. Thinking of this, Fu An'an drew a cross on the date of the tenth day.

Starting tomorrow, the difficulty of the game may go up a notch.

Is there a robbery gang in the city?

Or will the fog seep through the various crevices of the house?

Fu An'an locked the door of the room, and all kinds of gaps were tightly blocked.

Whatever the possibility, she was ready for day 11.

The survivors scattered all over the mausoleum city are extremely nervously waiting for the arrival of the eleventh day.

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The eleventh day of the mausoleum, 10 a.m.

I didn't see any signs of escalating the difficulty of various games, and an announcement sent by the government popped up on my phone-

【Good news!】 The first patients of the sleep virus are waking up at 9:40 one after another! 】

Fu Anan was stunned when he saw the news.

The whole person sat up, turned on the TV, and found that the news was broadcasting the content.

Patients who have been asleep for a few days look weak and are not in good spirits. But the family members who were able to eat, drink, sleep, and answer questions wept with joy as they stood by the ward.

Fu Anan looked at the news and was stunned, opened his notebook and looked at the calendar, it was the eleventh day.

Opening the curtain that had been closed for a long time, Fu Anan looked out through the glass.

The fog showed no signs of spreading, not even ...... It seems to have faded?!

The silhouette of the building opposite looms in the mist.

Not only Fu An'an, but many people found out.

Everyone took pictures, took videos, and then put them on the Internet, so that Fu Anan couldn't convince herself that this was her illusion.

Awakened patients, fading fog, this is not quite like what should happen on day 11.