You can't sleep deep on the battlefield, because you don't know if there will be an emergency, so the dialect only sleeps lightly, and after the jet lag, it wakes up again.

The time on the watch was slowly approaching 12 o'clock, Fang Yan rubbed his eyes, reached out and took the backpack next to him, opened a pack of biscuits, and sat quietly on the bed and ate slowly.

The space for activity has been basically limited to this building, and the time for activity has been basically limited to the night, because it is easy to be exposed in the daytime when there is enough light.

At the same time, dialects also have to face a crucial problem, which is "claustrophobia".

This is perhaps the most frustrating thing for dialects at this stage, especially after 30 days of being an island.

And the current environment, a room similar to a small black room, has deepened this situation, and Fang Yan even felt that maybe he would really become what Yu Chen said - a slight schizophrenia caused by long-term pressure.

In 6 months, he may be able to turn Fang Yan into a slightly experienced wilderness survival expert, or an elite special soldier, but he can't change the habit of communicating with people that he has developed in the past 20 years.

This is not a joke, willpower is sometimes very mysterious, but Fang Yan knows that his willpower is not enough to carry the 10 days of time in the small dark house, especially when the nerves are tense and vigilant......

Therefore, for the sake of his mental health, in order not to become the psychological split in Yu Chen's mouth, Fang Yan must find something to do to distract himself.

After all, Gou still has to pay attention to the way and the method, otherwise, what should Gou do when he gets sick?

For him who has no power and water and no equipment, the easiest way to divert his attention is to exercise.

Fang Yan thought, nodded, put the remaining half pack of biscuits aside, propped his hands on the ground, and began to do push-ups on the ground, but only made a few hundred, waited for his shoulders to be a little sore, then stopped, and then walked gently to the window, through the gap between the curtains, to look at the desolate world outside.

"Tsk!"

Fang Yan smashed his mouth, and suddenly fell in love with the tablet that he would bring with him every time he crossed, he could watch movies, read novels, listen to music, and let himself cultivate immortals and burst his liver......

……

Time, walking slowly, a round of tomorrow in the distance is slowly blocked by thick clouds, this piece of heaven and earth, in an instant suddenly darkened, and the distant firelight, also quietly obvious.

"It's going to rain."

Fang Yan muttered as he looked at the clouds piled up in the sky, sat down on the bed again, looked at the dim space, and started to do simple exercises such as push-ups and sit-ups again.

The sky slowly darkened, and even the whole room became darker, Fang Yan looked at the time on his watch, stood up with both hands, and slowly breathed a few sighs of relief, before taking a towel to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and sat on the edge of the bed.

After a short rest, he took out his dinner, accompanied by a can of drink, and ate it slowly.

The hour hand on the watch was still rotating, and the whole room was basically completely dark, Fang Yan watched, silently took the backpack, looked at the pistol next to him with only three bullets left, paused, and finally picked it up in disgust, after all, this was his only long-range attack.

Slowly bringing the pan and saber, Fang Yan took a breath, disarmed the alarm device he had set, and stepped out of the room gently......

……

It's quiet, and it's no different, but compared to the early hours of the morning when the moon is shrouded, tonight's night is even darker.

The sound of artillery fire in the distance was still the same, but there was a while, and the sound seemed to be a little louder than in the morning, but it was not obvious.

"Buzz! Airplanes! Airplanes! ”

A slight voice came from outside, and Fang Yan quickly lay on the ground, waiting for the helicopter to fly away, and listened carefully to the sounds around him, before he got up again and continued to touch downstairs.

Lao Maozi didn't have much left, and even if there was still some bread, the dialect didn't dare to move, because the shelf life of ordinary bread would not exceed a week.

And the contents of the refrigerator, after he opened the first refrigerator door, he had lost any ideas, and by the way, he also threw the salted fish he brought into it, which added a bit of danger to the gas bomb while covering up his tracks.

"That's good!"

Fang Yan muttered, put a set of building blocks into his backpack, glanced at the wine rack next to him, and walked straight outside.

Wine, basically in every room can be seen more or less, which also makes Fang Yan's resentment quite deep, after all, he can't get stronger when he drinks......

Gently cleaning up the traces he had left behind, Fang Yan closed the door and walked into the remaining room on this floor.

"Bang!"

A gunshot suddenly sounded in the distance, and Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, and quickly hid in the kitchen.

"Boom! Bang! Bang! Bang! Rumble! ”

The sound of gunfire mixed with the explosion of grenades kept coming, and Fang Yan took a breath, estimated the distance and direction, and slowly groped his way to the location of the living room balcony.

"Southeast, 3 kilometers away."

Fang Yan muttered, retracted his body, closed the door, and ran towards the 7th floor where he was.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The gunshots began to intensify, then weakened a little, and the dialect listened, breathed a few sighs of relief, and then became tense again at the height of the moment.

"Nima, don't fight on my side!"

Fang Yan cursed, listening to the gunshots that were getting closer and closer to him, and quickened his pace and ran directly into the bedroom.

"Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, Sanqing is above, don't hit ...... here," Fang Yan muttered, quickly stuffing cookies and water into his backpack.

"Bang! Bang! Rumble! ”

The voice, getting closer and closer, didn't seem to stop, Fang Yan exhaled, put his backpack on his back, quickly cleaned up his traces in this room, and then shrank into the kitchen.

"Bang! Rumble! ”

The voice, although it was a little smaller again, also made Fang Yan's heart lift again, because of the gunshot, it was less than 1 kilometer away from him, and it was still gradually approaching......

800，500，300，100……

Fang Yan counted silently, and then listened to the voice from downstairs, and sighed leisurely,

It's over, I can't hold back......