Chapter 23 Sailing Carnival 23
"Didn't the game say at the beginning that there would be 20,000 NPCs and players in the game?" Fu Yizhi glanced at Fu Anan. "The game only gives out information at the beginning, and not everything in it is useless."
"I always thought those 20,000 NPCs were the people on the shore."
"It's normal to not think of this. This game is very confusing."
Fu Yizhi put away his gun and said coldly, "Instead of being depressed here, why not inspect the two staircases and the elevator, and think about how to avoid those in the container."
Seeing that he was about to leave, Fu Anan stood up and followed him.
Both the front and back staircases were locked. The zombies that had gathered at the back staircase had dispersed, with only three or two left wandering around the door.
Fu Yizhi found some wooden strips and nails, and the two of them sealed the elevator.
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4 p.m.
The sky darkened quickly.
Fu Yizhi looked up at the sky and said, "It's going to rain heavily. Let's go back."
The two rushed back to the small house, which was a little messy.
Fu Anan's backpack is missing.
The room had been searched and all the food and water left outside were gone. The medicine and the kitchen knife were also missing.
Don't even think about which bastard did this.
"Sun, Cai, Yan!"
Fu Anan gnashed her teeth. If she hadn't brought her weapon with her, would he have taken her kitchen knife as well?!
"I thought you killed her." Fu Yizhi glanced at her.
Fu Anan lowered his head, "Killing people... this is too crazy."
She had been a good citizen for eighteen years and had never killed a chicken.
A bag of noodles and a small pot were placed in front of her.
"Then you'd better adapt quickly." Fu Yizhi pulled out the knife stuck in his shoe. "Also, go cook."
Fu Anan was stunned holding the noodles, then nodded somewhat unsure of what to do. "Ah, okay."
Sun Caiyan left without the seasonings, and the two 2-liter buckets of water were still there. Cooking is stress-relieving; even with just a handful of noodles, mixing the sauce is a relaxing process.
"Okay, try it."
Fu Anan became more lively after relaxing. "It's a pity there are no green onions. I'm especially good at making green onion oil noodles."
Fu Yizhi sat down, took a bite, and quickly finished the entire bowl of noodles. Although Master Fu didn't say anything, considering the Clean Plate Campaign, he must have been quite satisfied.
Fu Anan found the quilt and blanket from the cabinet and spread them on the small sofa.
Boom——
Lightning and thunder began outside.
The raindrops as big as beans hit the iron sheet with a loud noise.
Lying on the sofa, Fu Anan felt a little uneasy, "Do you think the zombies in the container will come out?"
"Yes." Fu Yizhi's voice rang out, like the echo of metal colliding in the air, pleasant and cold. "Stand guard tonight, every three hours."
"Master Fu, I actually think we should go to a higher place." Fu Anan turned over and looked at Fu Yizi.
"A little taller?" Fu Yizhi looked into Fu Anan's eyes and raised the end of his eyebrows slightly.
"To be precise, it should be the highest point of the container." Fu Anan nodded, "Zombies have a strong sense of smell and hearing, the hut is not strong enough, and I feel that the survivors below may also find a chance to come up.
I think this little house isn't safe enough anyway, so why not move to a place with the best terrain before the zombies come out?"
Fu Yizhi closed his eyes and the room was quiet for a moment.
Just when Fu Anan thought that Fu Yizhi would not accept her opinion and was ready to work alone tomorrow, he finally spoke.
"Can."
Fu Yizhi looked at Fu Anan, "But if you don't do something, you can't go to your new place."
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