Seven days have passed in the game, and Fu Anan has stored a lot of food.

In the space alone, there are now more than 20 bags of bread, more than 40 bags of instant noodles, various canned lunch biscuits occupy three spaces, and mineral water and milk occupy one space.

There was also a bag of fifty pounds of rice, vegetables and pork, duck and chicken in a small Xiaoice box in the small rental house.

Fu Anan didn't know what to buy for the time being with the double salary from the boss's wife, as if he couldn't bring out the money in the game.

Taking advantage of the fact that the rain is a little lighter now, Fu Anan strolls around the street with money.

With the heavy rain that had reached his ankles, Fu Anan suddenly had an idea, the game can't be as simple as just heavy rain, what if the water continues to rise?

She wasn't a very good swimmer.

Fu Anan thought about it carefully, turned around and went to a swimming specialty store.

Actually, she wanted to buy a kayak, but the cheapest one in the store also needed 688. If you buy it, you may not be able to use it, and it is impossible to bring it out of the game if you use it, so Fu Anan gave up under the pressure of money.

I bought two swimming rings, a life jacket, and then a plastic basin for disposal.

The plastic shed is 1.5 meters in diameter, and when carried on its back, it looks like a turtle shell with a red back.

"Yo, Xiao Fu, did you buy such a big basin to take a bath?" The old security guard at the door saw her come back and greeted her.

"I make boats."

Fu Anan replied in a low voice, but the old man didn't hear it clearly behind his ears, so he let out a perfunctory sound.

A big typhoon was coming, and when he returned to the rental house, Fu An'an began to glue the windows with "rice" shaped tape and put a lot of wooden planks for backup.

Beaver City Day 8

The wind was raging outside, and the lights inside the house were flickering on and off.

Fu Anan turned on his phone and looked at the news pushed. The big face of the reporter who was facing the typhoon was blown out of shape, and the whole person leaned his body to report the current situation with difficulty.

[There are still two hours before the typhoon landfalls, and now we can see that the wind is already very strong, according to the expert report, this typhoon is very large, and it will make landfall in six coastal provinces in the south of our country at the same time, affecting the entire southeast......]

In addition to this, there are many small videos on the Internet that record what they are doing when the typhoon is coming.

Someone ventured to stick their phone out of the window and record the scene of the typhoon;

Someone prays in front of the camera;

There are also people who take the opportunity to promote apocalyptic speeches, and the three-minute video is blocked.

Fu Anan swiped the applet of this world's specialty, but he didn't expect the game to be able to do such details.

Occasionally, Fu An'an would have a feeling that it was like a real world.

"Game system?"

"Game elves?"

"Game customer service?"

Fu An'an shouted into the air several times, if there were other people in the room, they must have thought she was a psychopath.

This game is particularly cold.,Except for the start and end of the game.,There is also a notification that the space prop is found.,There's no sense of existence.。

"Is the game customer service there? You're bored, come out and talk for a while. ”

There were still two hours before the typhoon passed, and Fu Anan said boredly, "Don't you guys do player feedback in your games?" Come out and interact with each other to increase your affection.

Aren't you alone? Aren't you lonely? As a game, don't you want to have a cute human friend? ”

There were no zombies with a keen sense of hearing, and the sound of the wind howling outside was enough to drown out Fu An'an's alone beep Nana.

This is not the first time that Fu An'an has spoken to the air to herself, but unfortunately there is no feedback on her handwriting.

Her words were like grains of sand falling into the sea, without a ripple.

"It's a high-tech game, but it's not smart."

As soon as the words fell, there was a rapid sound of electricity, and the room was completely plunged into darkness.