That's a big enough reaction.

Hu Buchang was frightened.

"It's not for you to ask who I am."

Fu Anan thought about the villain he had seen on TV, and pinched his collar wildly, "Sometimes pretending to be deaf and dumb can make people live longer." ”

After the warning, Fu An'an let go of his grip on Hu Buchang's hand, returned to his room inscrutablely, and slammed the door shut.

The next moment, he hurriedly locked the door and touched his little heart.

Ahh

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and fired the character of an agent, and I don't know if Hu Buchang can think of this.

Players are more dangerous than NPCs.

This is something that Fu An'an discovered from the first round of the game, and it was confirmed by Ye Changfei.

Fu An'an, who was standing at the door, thought for a moment, and then looked out of the door through the cat's eye.

Hu Buchang has already left.

Looking at the door opposite, Fu An'an fell into deep thought, since Hu Buchang is a player, what about the other people in the room?

Most likely, it's also the identity of the player.

Thinking of this, Fu An'an frowned, in this case, her activities would need to be more careful.

It is precisely because of this that Fu Anan began to pay attention to the movement on the opposite side, intentionally or unintentionally.

The opposite side is only now starting to stock up on supplies.

Food, medicine, water, etc., were delivered by the hotel staff in the afternoon.

Seeing this, Fu An'an shook his head, if they had prepared earlier, it would not have been so eye-catching.

Just as Fu An'an was thinking, there was a violent collision sound downstairs.

It was a blur outside the window, but you didn't have to look to know that there must have been another car accident.

Today alone, there were at least 30 car accidents, paralyzing traffic across the city, and tens of thousands of people were trapped on the streets.

Foggy streets.

Fu Anan looked at the white expanse outside the window and sighed.

Pull out the window and brush up the social forum.

At this time, many people who were trapped on the avenue started a live broadcast.

The fog made the line of sight only one meter, and the people on the live broadcast wore masks and did not dare to leave too far.

There was obvious anxiety and impatience on his face, "We have people fainting here, every avenue is blocked now, the road to the hospital is still far away, we urgently need help." ”

It's basically all this kind of live broadcast of asking for help.

The whole city is watching this issue.

Internet celebrities have also begun to retweet, and the news is all reported.

By the time Fu An'an fell asleep, the traffic problem had still not been solved, and sixty or seventy people had fainted in the fog.

The journey to the hospital was extremely difficult.

The sixth day of the mausoleum.

Fu Anan turned on the TV as soon as he got up.

The content on it has changed, and all channels are broadcasting emergency notifications.

The host on the TV sat upright and sternly warned everyone not to approach the fog.

If you have to pass through, be sure to take precautions.

Yesterday day, nearly a thousand people fainted in the fog for no apparent reason.

According to the relevant family members, after fainting, these people had convulsions all over their bodies, their bodies were hot, their skin was purple, and their heart rate was beating extremely slowly, as if they would die in the next moment.

Doctors were helpless.

People call this strange symptom the sleeping virus.

The issue was being spread through various media channels, and no one dared to go into the fog except for people in protective suits.

Fu Anan looked at the unconscious person secretly filmed on his phone. The convulsions and convulsions all over his body, even if it were only for a few seconds, made people feel the intense pain he was in at that time.