The other side.

The carnival of the black market never stopped.

Brother Qiang is still sitting on the stool and playing with dice. It's a pity that he lost nine out of ten bets, and there were not many chips left in his hand.

"Damn!"

Brother Qiang pushed the cards in front of him, remembering the time he won the most cool before.

That little girl's luck is really strong.

By the way, she seems to have been introduced by Lao K.

Thinking of this, Brother Qiang beckoned to the man behind him, "Make a call and call Lao K to come over." ”

Half an hour later

Brother Qiang lost all the remaining chips, which made him very unhappy, and looked at the little brother behind him,

"Where's the old K?"

He's not far from here.

"I'll take a look."

The younger brother stood up and opened the door to the private room.

A figure fell straight at him.

"it!"

The younger brother scolded and found that this person was the old K who had been waiting for a long time.

The younger brother pushed him away, and the old K fell heavily to the ground.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale, his facial features were oozing black blood, and he was no longer breathing.

The fuck is dead!

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The other side

Fu Anan was scrolling through the forum and found a confusing video.

The person filming seems to be running.

The camera is shaky, the screen is up and down, but the screams inside are extremely clear.

"Help, murder!"

"There are monsters!"

"The police are ......"

The video came to an abrupt halt after a dozen seconds, with no useful footage, but a sign of what was happening somewhere in the city.

Within a minute, the video was deleted by the website where it was located.

As if beneath the surface of calm, something is spreading.

Fu An'an sensed that something was wrong.

But the relevant messages on the Internet were deleted too quickly, and no relevant information could be found at all.

That is until she finds a post with a long list of seemingly bizarre and irregular numbers. If it weren't for the "SOS" at the beginning, she might have crossed out.

Fu Anan thought about it and took a screenshot of this string of numbers.

What is it trying to express?

What code?

Or what password?

Suddenly, she remembered that there was a pinyin 9 key in the input method of the mobile phone.

With the attitude of giving it a try, she took her mobile phone and entered the numbers into it-

[Help me, hospital, sick, there are monsters.]

Fog Danger! ]

Just a few short sentences, so much information.

Sure enough, from the eleventh day the danger began to increase.

It's just that it's done in a way that's not easy to notice.

Fu An'an looked outside and fell into deep thought—is she going to continue to hold on for now, or is she taking the risk of going out to find out the news?

Although continuing to hold on to it can make her very safe at the moment, the news on the Internet is blocked, and not being able to understand the most complete situation will put her in a passive position in the future.

If you want to pass the game, you can't just look at the present.

Risks and benefits often go hand in hand, and she thought about it for a long time and finally chose the latter.

To go out, you must first have a detailed plan.

The first thing to do is to get a map, circle the hospital and the hotel, and it is important to find the best route.

The second is preparedness.

There is danger in the fog.

The information above has been told to her very clearly.

Fu An'an wasn't sure what the danger was in the fog, anyway, it was definitely right to be fully armed and not to touch the fog.

There are also weapons, vehicles, and other unexpected preparations.

On the morning of the thirteenth day of the mausoleum, the fog faded to the point that it did not affect the line of sight.

Fu Anan put on goggles and masks that he asked for from the hotel,

He put another helmet on his head.

All wrapped tightly and set off in full gear.