Chapter 32: Sailing Carnival 32
One thousand meters is enough.
To put it bluntly, zombies are just corpses. They can't swim, and their bodies are stiff, so it's difficult for them to float here. Even if one or two really did float here, it wouldn't be enough evidence.
They spent the last two days of their sea survival on an inflatable boat.
There were sufficient supplies, water and other resources. Except for the need for two people to take turns guarding, the last two days of survival were the easiest of the next twenty days.
Fu Anan bit into another apple and threw the core into the sea with a snap.
Suddenly, there was a "beep" sound beside my ears, and a familiar font was formed in front of me -
[You have survived for 30 days and successfully completed this round of "Sailing Carnival". You will receive 10 points and become a contestant.]
What?
Fu Anan was just about to ask Fu Yizhi next to her when suddenly a white light appeared in front of her eyes.
When she woke up again, the sea was no longer there. She was already in the supermarket where she worked part-time.
Fu Anan looked at her left wrist; there was nothing on it. Her face was smooth, with no signs of being scratched by the metal.
So was it really a dream? But the game was too real.
"An An, someone is delivering goods outside. Go over and record it." The manager's voice came, waking Fu An An up.
Fu Anan rubbed his forehead and walked out with heavy steps.
The afternoon sun was very strong, hot and stuffy, and Fu Anan felt drowsy from the sun.
A girl in a yellow skirt walked by and bumped into the cargo boxes piled on the ground. Fu Anan subconsciously turned around and looked over, and suddenly found that this person looked familiar.
"Sun...Cai Yan?"
The girl in the yellow skirt paused, slowly turned around and looked at Fu Anan, her eyes empty and lifeless, then continued walking forward.
As if guided by something, Sun Caiyan stopped at the intersection ahead. The next moment, a speeding truck approached the intersection, followed by a violent crash. The front of the truck was covered in blood, and crushed limbs lay beneath the wheels. Her head was stuck in the gap in front of the vehicle, her blood mixed with a white slurry.
Fu Anan's mind went blank as she stared at Sun Caiyan's shattered body, watched the police and ambulance remove the body, and cleaned up the scene. She was completely lost in thought, not knowing how she'd gotten back to the rental apartment.
After returning to the rental house, Fu Anan began to search the Internet for information about survival games.
There is almost no content on this aspect.
Fu Anan took a deep breath, so everything that happened just now was just a coincidence, right?
But this is too coincidental.
Fu Anan tossed and turned in bed.
Suddenly the whole room dimmed, as if in another world, with familiar words floating in the air.
[Congratulations on your success in the first round of the game. The second round will begin at 9:10 AM three days later.]
It appeared again.
There is a string of small words below this line of words.
[Name: Fu Anan
No.: 211136
Level: 1
Points: 10]
Ten seconds later, the words disappeared, and Fu Anan felt a burning pain on her wrist, and a string of numbers C211136 appeared on it.
“Beep!”
The phone next to me rang, and an app automatically loaded onto it. A pure black icon with the word "Survival" written underneath.
Fu Anan clicked on it and it looked like an ordinary forum social networking site.
At the top is a string of constantly changing numbers——
21066, 20037, 19980, 21068, 19802...
Fu Anan observed for a while and found that the number was constantly fluctuating around 20,000.
What do these numbers mean?
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