Fu Anan couldn't stand it.

Stay away from the store and the diners who eat this.

Finally, there are two shops with the faint sound of animal cries and the smell of fishy smells coming from the doors.

It's probably a worse place.

Fu Anan gave up exploring and didn't want to eat meat much today.

However, at this time, Fu Anan suddenly discovered that there was no simple vegetarian food on the entire street.

There may be a leaf or two, but it's just a garnish of meat.

Fu Anan took a big look and decided to change to a lighter one. A cup of fragrant stew smelled good, but when she saw the stewed pigeon meat inside, it reminded her of the three squeaks she had seen before.

It's a bit of a psychological shadow.

But you have to eat it when you order it.

Fu Anan glanced at the sky, quietly stretched out his hand, and put the soup into his own space.

The action that had been tried and tested suddenly overturned today, and the alarm above her head suddenly sounded, and two robot hands surrounded her.

Before Fu Anan could react, he was carried into the air by the gripper.

Immediately afterward, she was sent into a square machine, which contained various equipment that could only be used for dissection in the operating room.

Fu An'an's body tensed up and looked at the machine nervously.

Today is only the third day, what did she do, luck is so bad?

At the front of the machine is a projector with a brown ceramic cup on top.

A beam of light scanned from the top of Fu An'an's head to his feet, as if looking for where to start the operation.

Fu An'an reacted quickly and reached out to take out the empty ceramic cup from the space.

Drip!

Seeing the ceramic cup, the red alarm light of the machine turned green, and the manipulator hooked the ceramic cup to put Fu An'an down.

Fu Anan was let go, although it was a false alarm, but her back was already wet with sweat.

The machines took her away because they thought they had eaten a ceramic cup?

Thinking of the way they were about to open the knife just now, Fu An'an frowned uncontrollably-

Are these machines too mentally retarded?

Or do the people who set up these machines think they are mentally retarded?

And below, these machines do anything as if they're all commonplace. Except for a few players who secretly watched, the NPC's reaction was too common.

Fu Anan looked at these and couldn't help but feel that something was strange.

——

Realizing that the game might not be as she imagined, Fu An'an was much more careful in her later actions.

The fourth day of the game, spend it safely.

The fifth day of the game, spend it safely.

Due to the unprecedented proportion of players, more and more players have revealed their identities and formed large and small collectives.

On the sixth day of the game, Fu Anan finally twisted the second screw.

A thick iron rod was perfectly obtained, and Fu An'an stored it into his own space.

In the past two days, she has not been idle except for screwing. With a lot of time to rest, Fu An'an began to study his own space.

In the beginning, the use of space props limited her thinking.

The spatial ability is completely her ability, and she can control it.

Like now.

A ball of pigeon soup without a container floated in the air, like a water balloon. This is the result of Fu An'an's training for two or three days, controlled by his mind.

Manipulating it wherever you want it to go, changing it into any number and shape.

Not only the pigeon soup, but also other objects that are brought in can be controlled.

Fu An practiced for a long time, until her nose felt warm and sticky, and she touched it with her hand-

Nosebleeds again.