Although Gou Fugui felt that the fog might not dissipate in no more than three days as Coach Wang had thought, when the fog still enveloped everything on the morning of the third day, he felt just as frustrated as Coach Wang.
People generally don't want things to go wrong.
But reality is always more brutal than imagined.
"Hey, Xiao Fu, this fog really hasn't lifted. I wonder how my daughter and grandson are doing at home? Although we have food stored up, my daughter, who only knows how to work, isn't very good at cooking. My grandson has always eaten my cooking, but now he can only eat his mother's half-baked cooking."
Aunt Hu was a kind-hearted and restless person. When she was stuck in the supermarket with nothing to do, she would always talk to Fugui, who had saved her.
Because Gou Fugui was a very gentle person towards women, he never showed any impatience with Aunt Hu's nagging, so for some reason, more and more women gathered around Fugui's beautiful wife.
“Auntie, at least your daughter and grandson are safe at home, which is better than us being trapped in the supermarket. If I had known that I would be trapped after coming out, I would not have come out... I miss my parents, and they must be worried about me at home.”
The speaker was a girl with a bob haircut. Her eyes were a little red, and she stared blankly at the thick fog outside the glass window.
"Why hasn't the fog cleared yet? My home is really not far from here... just one street away. If only I had a protective suit, it could keep out the fog for half an hour. I would definitely be home by then."
The dozen or so women gathered there were looking out at the outside world in hushed tones with a hint of longing, while another group of strong and muscular men in the supermarket began collecting food from the shelves.
There were about a hundred people gathered in the supermarket, because it was just a medium-sized fresh food and daily necessities supermarket, and most of the food inside consisted of fruits, vegetables and snacks.
There is rice, flour, and cooking oil, but there are no cooking pots or stoves to cook rice.
In three days, the more than 100 people had almost finished most of the fruit and half of the convenience food. What was left were some snacks like potato chips that were not very filling, and frozen meat that could not be eaten without a pot or stove.
As food becomes increasingly scarce, selfishness begins to emerge in humans.
"Hey, what are you all doing? Why did you take everything off the shelves?!"
The people taking things were so obvious and brazen that they quickly attracted the attention and dissatisfaction of others in the supermarket.
The most dissatisfied among them was a woman in her sixties. As she spoke, she walked over, grabbed the hand of a young man who was taking an energy drink, and slapped him, saying, "There's less and less food available now. If you're hungry, take a bottle to drink, but you can't keep it all for yourself! There are so many other people here!!"
This woman spoke with a strong voice and was probably even a little better-built than Aunt Hu.
But when Aunt Hu looked at the older woman, she frowned and even pulled back a young girl who wanted to go over and speak up for her.
"Don't go! Girl, young ladies shouldn't show their faces at this time!"
Gou Fugui frowned slightly as he watched the situation. Before he could say anything, he saw the short, fat young man whose hand had been slapped by the old woman turn around and shove the old woman who was speaking down violently.
"You son of a bitch! Who the hell do you think you are to dare hit me?! Do you think these things in the supermarket are yours?! Who do you think you are to boss me around like that?"
"So what if I take all of this? I'm not just taking everything here, I'm taking everything on the entire shelf, all of us brothers are taking it!"
The short, chubby young man arrogantly grabbed a large bag of energy drinks and walked over to a group of about eighteen or nineteen adult men who had somehow taken over the southwest corner of the supermarket.
Then, in a fawning manner, he walked over to the middle-aged man, who was sitting in the very center and was particularly strong, and handed him a bottle of drink.
"This is our Brother Song! A boxing champion! At this point, of course we should listen to whoever is stronger."
Brother Song sat imposingly in a chair, his fierce appearance indeed quite intimidating. Furthermore, he was surrounded by nearly one-fifth of adult men, making it difficult for the people in the supermarket, despite their dissatisfaction with their behavior, to muster any more strength to counter them.
As the old woman who had spoken earlier lay on the ground groaning in pain, the supermarket suddenly fell silent.
Some of the girls looked angry and wanted to say something but didn't dare, while some men, who were part of a family, wanted to speak up but hesitated because of their wives and children.
Sitting in the middle, Brother Song watched as everyone remained silent and trembled, and a slight smile crept onto his lips. The time was right; he could speak now.
As it turned out, Coach Wang stood up first, before him.
"Our country is not a society ruled by the powerful. In fact, people are just taking refuge in supermarkets to avoid confusion and uncertainty. It's not to the point where we have to listen to anyone."
"That short, chubby kid, you shouldn't have pushed him down. Did you even consider that once the fog clears and the world returns to normal, this old lady could sue you for what you did?"
Coach Wang's somewhat serious face looked particularly dignified at this moment, and his words immediately changed the expression of the arrogant, short, fat young man who had pushed the other man.
Gou Fugui also chuckled.
His laughter was particularly jarring in the strangely quiet supermarket, instantly drawing the ire of the short, stout young man and the dozen or so people in the corner.
"What are you laughing at, you long-haired pretty boy?!"
The short, stout young man roared.
Gou Fugui glanced at him and said, "I'm laughing because the world order hasn't even collapsed yet, and you already think it's the end of the world and want to establish your own kingdoms."
"Did you read too many zombie apocalypse novels and start thinking you're the protagonist and can do whatever you want?"
"Wake up. The way to survive in a zombie apocalypse is completely different from that in a natural disaster apocalypse, okay?"
"Instead of fighting over food here, real men with guts and strength should be thinking about how to get out of the fog and find food! You've already looted everything in the supermarket. If the fog lasts for another two weeks, are you going to end up killing each other?"
The short, stout youth was furious upon hearing this, but he dared not leave his group to beat up the long-haired youth whose every word was sarcastic—after all, they had personally witnessed this man run incredibly fast and was incredibly strong, rescuing three people, and he was almost certainly no match for him.
The short, stout young man looked at Brother Song beside him, whose expression had now completely darkened.
His plans were disrupted before they even began by those two guys who were both wearing sportswear.
Normally, if they hadn't spoken, the hundred or so people in the supermarket would have acquiesced to his rule under pressure. But now, everyone was looking at them as if they were villains and robbers.
Song Rui gave Gou Fugui a deep look.
The provincial team coach is not a concern; he's just a bit unsure about this person's situation.
If this is a tough opponent, we might end up suffering losses.
Never mind, I'll wait a bit longer.
Just like this kid said, no one knows how long this fog will last.
If things go too far today and the fog clears up tomorrow, it will indeed be difficult to handle the situation. Let's just wait and see.
At Song Qiang's signal, the dozen or so people finally toned down their behavior somewhat. However, they still forcefully moved most of the remaining items from the supermarket.
Unable to stop them, the others could only grit their teeth and grab things from other shelves, causing chaos in the supermarket as everyone tried to grab whatever they could get their hands on.
The young women who had gathered around Gou Fugui and Aunt Hu also rushed to grab the food.
In the end, the dozen or so girls and older girls managed to grab some snacks like cookies, bread, and candy, but Aunt Hu took an unconventional approach. She brought over two bags of flour, several bottles of soybean paste, and pickled vegetables.
Then he placed a bag of flour in front of Gou Fugui and said worriedly, "Fugui, your aunt only managed to grab these last two bags of flour. Although the flour doesn't taste good, it can still fill your stomach if you eat it raw! If you feel your mouth is bland, you can also eat some pickled vegetables and fermented soybeans."
The older woman didn't manage to get any bottled water. Hopefully, the fog will clear by tomorrow, otherwise we'll be forced to drink tap water from the supermarket.
Tap water won't kill you, but it's still not good for your health.
When Gou Fugui saw the genuine guilt in Aunt Hu's eyes, as if she hadn't been able to snatch anything good for him, he inexplicably thought of wanting to give all the good things to his sister.
He suddenly revealed a rather beautiful smile.
"Aunt Hu, thank you."
Just as Aunt Hu was about to wave her hand and say something, she saw the handsome young man with long hair reach out and take off his backpack. Then, in front of everyone in the supermarket, he poured out a whole backpack full of compressed biscuits and chocolates.
Everyone: "!!!"
"Damn it! How did you end up carrying such a huge backpack?!"
Coach Wang's question shocked everyone.
The wealthy beauty grinned and said, "Having seen so many dangerous situations, I always subconsciously carry something with me."
Aunt Hu was still confused: "Weren't you in closed training before?"
Gou Fugui nodded, then stood up, stretched his arms, and twisted his neck.
"It's closed training. That's why you need to bring enough supplies during closed training."
As he spoke, he pulled out a pair of goggles from the pile of compressed biscuits and chocolates, and then took out a black full-face mask from his pants pocket. After he pulled up the hood of his tracksuit and put on the mask and goggles, only the fingers of his two hands were still exposed.
Under everyone's gaze, Gou Fugui slowly put away his fingerless gloves and stuffed them into his pocket. Then he unzipped the inner zipper on his wrist and took out the two gloves attached to the clothes, putting them directly on his hands.
At this point, the wealthy and beautiful woman was completely covered by his sportswear, her entire body uniformly black except for the goggles.
It looked like a transformation that wasn't particularly glamorous, but was quite stunning.
"...Oh my god..."
"Mom, has my brother transformed into Superman?"
Gou Fugui laughed and adjusted his goggles: "Yes, big brother has transformed into a superhero! He's going out to explore! Maybe he can even bring back some spoils of war."
Having already been here for three days, he had to personally experience what was so terrifying about this fog.
Thinking this, Gou Fugui was about to leave when he was stopped by Coach Wang and Aunt Hu on either side.
"Young man, it's dangerous outside. Don't take any risks unless it's absolutely necessary!"
Coach Wang really admired this long-haired young man and didn't want anything to happen to him.
"That's right, that's right! It's still very dangerous outside, why are you going out? You brought a bag of compressed biscuits and chocolate, plus the water from the supermarket, that should last at least another ten days! Why are you in such a hurry to go out now?"
Gou Fugui smiled and said, "I think we'll have to go out sooner or later, so it's better to go sooner rather than later."
Coach Wang: "..." This kid is jinxing again.
But in the end, they still couldn't stop Gou Fugui from walking into the fog.
After all, they were just people who had recently met and become slightly more familiar with each other.
Gou Fugui looked at the thick fog outside the door and took a deep breath. He still had a gas mask, an oxygen cylinder, and a respirator in his pocket, but now he wanted to test just how corrosive the fog was and how potent the toxins were.
Gou Fugui gently patted his wrist, activating the Honey Badger Fugui bloodline enhancement.
He opened the innermost glass door of the supermarket, then walked past the magnetic plastic curtain, and finally, under the watchful eyes of over a hundred people, opened the last glass door and walked out.
The world outside was completely shrouded in mist, a vast expanse of white, eerily quiet.
Although the fog looked completely harmless, it silenced the entire world.
Gou Fugui was still a little doubtful. Even if the world was shrouded in fog and it was confirmed that there was something wrong with the fog, as long as he was driving and took proper precautions, the fog wouldn't have any major impact.
If things were handled properly, the authorities shouldn't be so insistent that everyone stay home and not go out after encountering the fog, as if there's something else in the fog that even the government is wary of, besides its corrosive properties and toxicity.
Gou Fugui looked around in the fog, and finally, glancing at his wristwatch, chose to go in the direction the arrow pointed.
Perhaps it was because Song Sanchuan was a little luckier in the end, but after arriving in this world, he and Song Sanchuan were both located in the east of the city.
He could no longer contact Xie Tianlang and Si Wuyai, but he and Song Sanchuan were quite close, and their wristwatches could track each other.
That's why Gou Fugui decided to go outside, hoping to find Song Sanchuan and bring him back to the supermarket. Or, he could just stay at Song Sanchuan's refuge.
However, the prerequisite is that he must first find Song Sanchuan safely.
Gou Fugui walked forward about ten steps in the fog, and when he turned around to look back, he found that he could no longer see the supermarket behind him.
He was walking in a straight line forward, and the supermarket should have been not far behind him, but when he turned around, he couldn't see anything. Behind him and to his left and right, there was only white fog that wouldn't dissipate.
Gou Fugui blinked slightly as he sensed the world shrouded in mist.
I also felt the fog corroding my body and clothes.
He raised his hand, looked at the fairly smooth gloves, and thought that the top-notch anti-corrosion protective suit made by the country should be able to last for several hours in this fog.
From this perspective, the fog doesn't really pose much of a threat, except for obstructing vision, blocking sound, and preventing normal movement.
Gou Fugui walked forward in the direction indicated by his wristwatch, initially pondering why the first two teams to enter had failed so quickly.
This fog is fine as long as you take proper precautions, so what exactly is the problem?
However, after walking through the fog for fifteen minutes, Gou Fugui's thoughts changed.
At this moment, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Looking at the steps that had appeared in his sight for the third time, he suddenly began to doubt the world and himself.
It seems like he just walked past here three minutes ago.
This has happened twice already.
So, besides being corrosive and toxic, does this fog also have the property of creating a maze?
Or perhaps he was actually on the right path, but the decorations and furnishings at each stage of this journey were the same, which gave him the illusion that he was moving forward but was going around in circles.
Gou Fugui, who considered himself to have a strong mental fortitude, stopped in his tracks and hesitated whether to move forward.
He even subconsciously looked up and around, opening his mouth as if to call for help.
What he saw was a gray-white mist that completely enveloped him, and the quiet, deathly world made him not know who to call out to.
"..."
The long-haired youth opened his mouth, then closed it again, and finally opened it again, softly calling out "Thank you, Tianlang." He closed his eyes briefly, then took out a very sturdy red thread from his spatial pocket and tied it to a small branch of a bush next to the steps before continuing to walk forward.
He could feel the mist subtly corroding his clothes, mask, and goggles.
You can also feel the air that's been filtered through the mask, but still stings a bit when you breathe it into your nasal cavity.
However, once the air entered his body, it was gradually neutralized by the honey badger's blood, so the poisonous fog shouldn't have any effect on him.
However, five minutes later, Gou Fugui, who was holding the red thread in his hand, saw the familiar steps and... the glaring red thread that he had tied to the bushes next to the steps.
He still held the other end of the red thread in his hand.
At that moment, Gou Fugui's expression unexpectedly crumbled.
"..."
So, did he really stay in one place for twenty minutes straight in the fog?
What exactly went wrong?
Gou Fugui slowly gripped his wrist, his brain racing as he thought.
He stood amidst the grayish-white mist, his blood carrying the frantic, animalistic warning of impending danger—
He needs to leave this place quickly and get out of this fog, otherwise he might be trapped here and die soon.
"...I was careless."
Gou Fugui pressed his temples.
He never expected that the fog would be so unethical, actually causing him supernatural phenomena in the scientific world.
Quickly think of a way to break through this "ghost wall" in the fog.
Meanwhile, less than a kilometer away from Gou Fugui, in a fried chicken fast food restaurant, Song Sanchuan, squeezed in a corner, stared intently at the small red dot on his laptop screen that had suddenly stopped moving, anxiously tapping the table with his fingers.
"Hurry up and come here! Why did you suddenly stop?"
They were only 600 meters away, so why did Fugui suddenly stop moving?!
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