In a blink of an eye, everything in front of him was white, and even the gate two meters away was difficult to see clearly.

He looked back and saw that the thick fog had filled the entire noodle shop. He could no longer see the wall inside, and his vision was completely white.

He walked towards the wall, and after taking six steps, he could finally vaguely see a hole in the wall.

"The maximum visibility is about four meters." He estimated in his mind.

Then, he stepped back to the door, took out a flashlight from his backpack, turned it on to maximum brightness, and shone it inside. The strong light penetrated the thick fog, but it was still bright white.

I walked forward step by step. When I was about five meters away from the wall, I could vaguely see the wall through the beam of the flashlight.

It seems that strong flashlights are not very effective and can only increase visibility by about one meter at most.

He was a little disappointed. He turned off the flashlight and put it back into the side pocket of his backpack. It was daytime now, so the flashlight was useless. But it could still be useful at night.

Next, he tried turning on the light switch, but it didn't come on.

This did not surprise him.

Then he walked into the kitchen and turned on the faucet. After a hissing sound, a few drops of water fell and then there was no more.

There was a power outage, water shortage, a war that had happened not long ago, and this fog.

Based on this information alone, he had no way of judging the situation in this dream world.

"The first phase's goal is to find out what happened. Since the war happened not long ago, there should be survivors. Where can we find them?"

He thought for two seconds and knew where to go.

A few hundred meters away from here, there are several office buildings with dozens of floors. Buildings like these and underground parking lots should be built according to civil defense standards. After a war breaks out, some people will definitely take refuge there.

After making the decision, he walked out of the door and headed towards the thick, impenetrable white fog.

There was silence all around. In the previous two dreams, he had become accustomed to this kind of silence and did not find it unbearable.

However, when he looked around, he was surrounded by thick white fog. All he could see was a few meters around him. He seemed to be trapped in this small space. There was an invisible sense of oppression that made him feel a little breathless.

With every step you take, the road extends further.

After walking a dozen meters, he entered the road and saw a car. To be more precise, a red taillight. When he got closer, he could see the whole picture of the car.

The car was almost flattened, with a deep dent on the top and several pieces of broken glass visible on the ground.

He couldn't help but stop, wondering what had smashed the car, because there was nothing left on it.

After thinking for a while, he had no clue, so he didn't waste time here and continued to move forward. However, he became more alert.

He subconsciously sped up a bit and crossed the road relying on his memory. When he reached the other side, he saw a hole on the road. It was half a meter deep and he could see the soil at the bottom of the hole.

"Is it a cannonball?"

He thought about it, but he didn't stop and continued to walk forward, just wanting to get to the nearest office building as soon as possible.

It’s a distance of several hundred meters, and under normal circumstances, it would only take more than a minute to run there.

However, in this world shrouded in thick white fog, it felt as if danger could appear at any time, forcing him to tense up and walk carefully.

Five minutes later, he could vaguely see the outer wall of the office building. He quickened his pace, found an entrance, and walked into the building.

After entering the building, the fog became lighter.

However, the light also dimmed and visibility became even worse.

He got out his flashlight, turned it on, found the stairs, and walked down to the parking lot at the bottom.

"No one?"

He frowned. "Or are you taking a rest?"

By the time we got here, the fog was very light and hardly affected our vision.

He tiptoed out and shone the flashlight over there.

This parking lot is a bit empty, with only one car parked in ten parking spaces.

Either the war happened late at night, or the people in the building drove away during or after the war.

He walked through almost the entire parking lot with a flashlight, but didn't see a single person.

Were they all killed, or had they been evacuated? He guessed in his mind, and compared it, he was more inclined to the latter, because he had not seen a single body along the way.

"However, it is also possible that the survivors are gathered together."

He did not give up and decided to go to the nearby building to have a look and walked towards the exit of the parking lot.

The further he walked out, the thicker the fog became. When he walked out of the exit, he was enveloped by a world that seemed to be made of white fog.

"ah--"

Suddenly, he heard a woman's scream and was delighted, thinking that there were indeed survivors.

The sound was quite far away, at least a few hundred meters, in the eight o'clock direction.

He immediately ran away. Judging from the scream, the woman was probably in danger.

While running, he pulled out a short stick from his waist and swung it hard, turning it into a long stick more than one meter long.

Now, he was no longer a rookie who entered the dream for the first time. In the second dream, he spent some time learning some fighting skills and experienced a life-and-death battle. He was not afraid of the possible battle.

After he started running, he was very fast, but when he felt he was almost there, he slowed down.

"Where is it?"

He didn't make any sound, but tilted his ear and listened carefully to the movements around him.

In such an environment, he was blind if he was more than four meters away. If he spoke first when facing a possible enemy, he would be courting death.

He really wanted to save the survivor, but he wouldn't risk his own life.

Moreover, more than a minute had passed, and the woman might have been killed.

He walked slowly, step by step, groping forward.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him, very close. His heart tightened and he turned around abruptly. He saw the outline of a figure appear in his field of vision. Subconsciously, he swung over with the baton in his hand.

call.

The baton cut through the air, making a whistling sound, and finally, it hung above the figure's head.

Chen Xu's originally calm expression turned into shock, and he asked in a lost voice, "Why are you here?"

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