As soon as Fu Guanmo got home, he found Tong Mu sitting on the bed alone.

Seeing him come in, surprise flashed across his face.

Fu Guanmo stared at her reddened eyes, a little delicate in his heart.

"Got you?"

Tong Mu nodded, "What's going on outside?" ”

Fu Guanmo turned off the light, took off his clothes and lay down.

"Same as before."

Every night before, Fu Guanmo told Tong Mu about it.

Tong Mu was a little surprised, "So, what appeared at her door tonight?" ”

Fu Guanmo was silent for a moment, and then said lightly, "Broken hand." ”

Tong Mu: "?! ”

Fu Guanmo: "It's a prosthetic, an imitation of a severed hand, the craftsmanship is very good, and the work is very realistic." ”

Tong Mu sighed, then she was a little sorry that she didn't see it.

"Sleep, we're all safe today."

After saying this, Fu Guanmo was quiet again.

In fact, he is always revealing clues to Tong Mu intentionally or unintentionally.

After all, he is the one who really wants Tong Mu to survive.

Tong Mu also closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed.

Both of them had their own thoughts, and they didn't sleep very well.

I don't know how long it has been, Tong Mu spoke softly.

"I'm serious about the afternoon."

"I didn't lie to you."

Saying that, she was a little entangled, "Actually, you are also really worried about my life, that's why I said so much." ”

"The world I see is so horrible that I don't think anyone wants to live in fear every day."

"And the game, it will bring me a moment of peace."

"Anyway, I don't really want to quit the game right now."

The bedroom was quiet, except for the sound of two people breathing.

Tong Mu held his breath for a while, but didn't hear him reply.

She breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "Anyway, I said, whether you hear it or not, it's all your business." ”

After saying that, she rolled over, looked out the window, and fell into a deep sleep.

The man was lying upright on the ground, and on the first day, Tong Mu saw his sleeping posture, and sighed that she was not so upright when she died lying in the coffin.

At this moment, he was looking at the ceiling faintly, his dark eyes were unwavering, and he couldn't see any emotion.

I don't know how much he heard what he said just now.

The fog outside was so thick that I couldn't see the other houses.

In the past, although there was fog, you can still see the buildings around the building.

The dense fog has completely surrounded this small building, and according to Tong Mu's guess, it is estimated that tomorrow morning, the thick fog will overflow into the aisle.

She sighed, put her mask on, and jotted down a few notes in her notebook.

I don't know if that's a hint.

Tong Mu always felt that when the dense fog completely entered the small building and eroded all the rooms, it would be time for them to fail to clear the dungeon and everyone would die.

She wrote softly, suddenly remembering what Fu Guanmo said last night.

He said we were safe here.

Tong Mu stopped his pen and bit it gently.

Listening to the sound last night, there should have been quite a few people running to the fourth floor, including a lot of players.

Isn't that illustrated......

They are indeed safe on this floor.

Tong Mu opened the door, put on his coat and hat, and was about to go out.

Fu Guanmo came out with a bowl, his expression was still as indifferent as ever.

"Eat."

Tong Mu stopped going out, turned around and walked to the kitchen to bring milk.

Fu Guanmo took a sip of milk, his expression was light.

'Where are you going today?'

"As usual."

Tong Mu took a bite of the bread and tore off the edge and put it aside.

Fu Guanmo would ask her about her arrangements every morning, and Tong Mu was used to it.

Fu Guanmo put down the cup, picked up the bread instead, and ate it slowly.

"Today, you may not be able to chat with Uncle Wang."

Tong Mu raised his head in surprise, "Why?" ”

"The fog outside." Fu Guanmo stretched out his hand and pointed out the glass window, "No one can guarantee what is in those dense fogs." ”

Tong Mu was silent and slowly ate bread.

The later in the game, the tighter the time.

Fu Guanmo doesn't have so many messy problems, and he will have one of the few exchange meetings between two people at the dinner table every day.

"You should be glad that you took precautions when you caught the signs early."

Fu Guan silently pointed and glanced at the mask she put aside.

Tong Mu's heart was very blocked, and he bit the bread sullenly.

"So, from today onwards, the character design will collapse, right?"

Fu Guanmo nodded, "From now on, you are yourself, and you don't have to pretend to be anyone." ”

doesn't have to play someone else, Tong Mu is indeed very satisfied.

But with that comes the dangers she should face as a gamer.

Fu Guanmo put down the bread, picked up the milk and drank it all in one gulp.

"At the same time, you should start to be vigilant, you are no longer a child, and you will not be protected by her identity, understand?"

Tong Mu nodded, "Then I won't go out today." ”

Fu Guanmo nodded, feeling particularly satisfied with her decision.

He stood up and commanded.

"After eating, brush the bowl a little cleaner."

As he spoke, he paused.

"Haven't you ever done housework at home before?"

Tong Mu was dazed and nodded.

As soon as her parents saw her touching these things, they screamed one by one, and they felt distressed for a long time.

Outside the game, she is a rich second generation, and in the game, she is just an ordinary worker.

Fu Guanmo tilted his head, with an expression that was really like this.

"After washing the dishes, I washed the pot of hot milk, and I washed everything that was dirty in the kitchen."

"Washing dishes is not only about washing dishes, all housekeeping has to be done cleanly."

Tong Mu was dazed and watched him enter the bedroom.

Isn't washing dishes just washing dishes?

The pot also has to be washed?

The pot was white and bright, and she couldn't tell if it had been used or not......

……

On the other side, Du Jun and the fat man took advantage of the night to go back to the room.

After a tiring night, the fat man slept very hard.

Du Jun opened the curtain and looked outside, the fog was thick.

He felt very uneasy.

"Zhao He, Zhao He, wake up!"

He returned to the side of the bed and shook the fat man vigorously.

Zhao He opened his eyes in a daze, "Yes...... Got ghosts? ”

Du Jun: "No, there are no ghosts, Zhao He, look outside!" ”

Hearing that there were no ghosts, the expression on Zhao He's face immediately changed, and he was extremely impatient.

"What's there to see outside, early in the morning, so that people don't sleep?!"

After saying that, he ripped off the quilt and turned over.

Du Jun looked at him with some helplessness.

The fog was getting thicker by the day, and he was very worried.

I always felt that when the fog surrounded them, everyone was finished.

Someone had already inquired, and none of the players who had run into the woman's room had returned.

Most of them were killed.

All the blood that was shed was theirs.

Du Jun was very worried, and when he opened the refrigerator, there was no more food in it.

There are only a few advent cans left.

He glanced at Zhao He's room, sighed, and went to the kitchen to cook.