Chapter 282 Feeding and Food 7
Fu Anan couldn't bear it anymore.
Stay away from the store and diners who eat this.
At the end, there are two shops, and faint animal cries and fishy smells can be heard from the doorways.
It's probably a worse place.
Fu Anan gave up exploring and didn't feel like eating meat today.
However, at this moment, Fu Anan suddenly realized that there was no place selling purely vegetarian food on the entire street.
There may be one or two vegetable leaves, but they are just garnishes for the meat.
Fu Anan looked around and decided to try something lighter. A bowl of fragrant stew smelled delicious, but when she saw the pigeon meat in it, she was reminded of Sanzhier she had seen before.
A bit of a psychological shadow.
But once you order, you must finish it.
Fu Anan looked up at the sky, quietly reached out his hand, and put the bowl of soup into his own space.
The action that had always worked failed today. The alarm above her head suddenly sounded and two robotic arms surrounded her.
Before Fu Anan could react, she was lifted into the air by a grabber.
Then, she was sent into a square machine, which contained various instruments that might be used for dissection in an operating room.
Fu Anan's body suddenly tensed up and he looked at the machine nervously.
Today is only the third day. What did she do to be so unlucky?
There is a projector in front of the machine, and on top of it is a ceramic cup with a brown pattern.
A beam of light scanned from Fu Anan's head to his feet, as if looking for where to operate.
Fu Anan reacted quickly and reached out to take the empty ceramic cup out of the space.
drop!
When the machine saw the ceramic cup, the red alarm light turned green, and the robotic arm hooked up the ceramic cup and put Fu Anan down.
Fu Anan was released. Although it was a false alarm, her back was already wet with sweat.
Did the machines take her away just now because they thought they had eaten the ceramic bowl as well?
Thinking of how they were about to perform surgery just now, Fu Anan couldn't help but frown -
Are these machines too stupid?
Or do the people who program these machines think they are retarded?
And down below, everything these machines did seemed like they were already accustomed to it. Aside from a few players who were secretly watching, the NPC's reactions were all too normal.
Fu Anan looked at these and couldn't help but feel that something was strange.
——
Realizing that the game might not be what she imagined, Fu Anan became much more cautious in her subsequent actions.
The fourth day of the game was safely passed.
The fifth day of the game was spent safely.
Due to the unprecedentedly large proportion of players, more and more players have exposed their identities and formed groups of various sizes.
On the sixth day of the game, Fu Anan finally unscrewed the second screw.
A thick and long iron rod was obtained perfectly, and Fu Anan put it into his own space.
In the past two days, she has been busy except for tightening screws. A lot of time is spent on resting, and Fu Anan began to study her own space.
At the beginning, the use of space props limited her thinking.
Spatial ability is entirely hers, and she can control it.
For example, now.
A ball of pigeon soup, without a container, floated in the air like a water ball. This was the result of Fu Anan's two or three days of training, using his mind to control it.
Manipulate it to wherever you want it to go and change it into any quantity and shape.
Not only pigeon soup, but other objects collected can also be controlled.
Fu Anan practiced attentively for a long time until she felt a warm and sticky sensation in her nose. She touched it with her hand.
My nose is bleeding again.
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