Chapter 140 Mausoleum City of Fog 13

the other side.

  The carnival of the black market has never stopped.

  Brother Qiang is still sitting on the stool and playing dice. It's a pity that he lost nine out of ten bets, and there are not many chips left in his hand.

"Depend on!"

  Brother Qiang pushed the cards in front of him, remembering the best time he won before.

  The little girl is really lucky.

  By the way, she seems to be introduced by old K.

  Thinking of this, Brother Qiang waved to the man behind, "Call old K over."

   half an hour later

  Brother Qiang lost all the remaining chips, which made him very upset. Looking at the younger brother behind him,

   "Where is old K?"

  He is not far from here.

"I gonna go see."

  The younger brother stood up and opened the door of the private room.

  A figure fell directly towards him.

   "Fuck!"

  The little brother cursed, and found that this person was the old K who had been waiting for a long time.

  The younger brother pushed him away, and the old K fell heavily on the ground.

  His eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, black blood oozes from his facial features, and he was already out of breath.

   The **** man is dead!

  —

the other side

  Fu Anan was browsing the forum and found a confusing video.

  The person photographed seems to be running.

  The camera is shaky, the screen flickers on and off, but the screaming inside is extremely clear.

   "Help, murder!"

   "There are monsters!"

   "He in the hospital..."

  The video stopped abruptly after more than ten seconds, and there were no useful pictures, but it showed what was happening somewhere in the city.

  One minute, the video was deleted by the website where it was located.

   Beneath the surface of calm, something is creeping up.

  Of course Fu Anan knew that something was wrong, but the relevant news on the Internet was deleted too quickly, and no relevant information could be found at all.

   Until she found a post with a long list of seemingly strange and irregular numbers. If there is no "SOS" at the beginning, she may have rowed away.

  Fu Anan took a screen shot of this series of numbers, thinking hard, what does it want to express?

   Password?

   Or a password for something?

  Suddenly she remembered that one of the phone's input methods is called the Pinyin 9 key. This kind of seemingly cool sand sculpture password was especially popular in junior high school.

  With the attitude of giving it a try, she took the phone and entered the numbers—

  [Help me, hospitals, patients, there are monsters!

   Fog Danger! ]

  There are only a few short sentences, and the amount of information is huge.

  The danger should have started to increase from the eleventh day, but it used an imperceptible way.

  Fu Anan squeezed the phone tightly, looked at the translated text, and fell into deep thinking—

   Is she going to hang on, or is she going out to find out the news?

  Continuing to hang on will keep her safe at present, but the information on the Internet is blocked, and not knowing the most complete situation will make her passive in the future.

  If you want to pass the game, you can't just look at your eyes.

  She thought for a long time and finally chose the latter, some adventures are necessary in the game.

   But you must have a detailed plan to go out.

  First of all, Fu Anan asked the waiter for a map. It is very important to circle the location of the hospital and the hotel to find an optimal route.

   Next is preparedness for prevention.

  There is danger in the fog.

  The above information has been very clearly told her.

  Fu An'an wasn't sure what danger lay in those fogs, anyway, it was definitely right to be fully armed and not to touch the fog.

   There are also weapons, vehicles, and other unexpected preparations.

  A large bag was carried on his back, which reminded Fu Anan that he followed the space props for the three rounds of the game.

   I don’t know where her props are now, but I just miss them.

  ##

  On the morning of the thirteenth day in Lingcheng, the fog remained at the same concentration as yesterday.

   It seems that it will not dissipate in a short time.

  Fu Anan put on the goggles and mask she got from the hotel,

  There is another motorcycle helmet on his head.

   Wrapped up his body tightly, and set off fully armed.

  (end of this chapter)