Chapter 138: Mausoleum City Fog City 11
Chapter 138: Mausoleum City Fog City 11
As a star hotel, for the freshness of the ingredients, the amount of ingredients is generally not much prepared every day.
In the current situation of fog, the rations of hundreds of people cannot be as rich as usual.
On the eighth day, breakfast became a unified bread, eggs and milk.
This kind of food is already very good in Fu Anan's opinion.
But some guests were not happy.
"Eggs and milk, I hate eating these two things the most, is there anything else?"
"Due to the fog, the ingredients in the kitchen are not enough, I'm really sorry." The service staff patiently explained to the customers.
"Not enough ingredients? What shall we do next?" the customer asked again.
"We have asked the government for help, and there will be volunteers delivering some food starting tomorrow, so don't worry."
The waiter stood at the door and explained patiently.
Fu An'an wasn't too worried about food.
She is more concerned about this sleeping virus.
The government's official website was broadcasting, and the number of people in a coma increased due to the influence of the fog, and now it has reached 1,500 people.
Experts continue to urge people not to go out.
The so-called sleeping virus is just a disease affected by the fog, and it has no contagious function. As long as everyone stays at home and does not go out, it will be fine.
Day 9 of Lingcheng, heavy fog
The number of comatose people is still more than 1,500 people, only an increase of 11 people yesterday.
It was all because of disobeying advice, going out without permission, and being exposed to the mist.
This confirms that the experts are right and no one dares to go out anymore.
On the 10th day of Lingcheng, there was heavy fog.
The number of comatose patients remained at yesterday's number.
Everyone obediently stayed at home.
But it is precisely because of this that whether it is a hotel or a resident's home, they are all in a situation of sitting and eating.
The fog may never dissipate, so this round is another game of fighting for supplies.
If that's the case, she's fairly experienced. Thinking of this, Fu An'an made a cross on the tenth day's date.
Starting from tomorrow, the difficulty of the game may rise to a higher level.
What will happen?
There will be robbery gangs in the city?
Or will the fog seep in through the various crevices of the house?
Fu An'an locked the door, and all the gaps were tightly blocked.
Regardless of the possibility, she has prepared measures to deal with it.
The survivors scattered all over the Mausoleum City are also anxiously waiting for the arrival of the eleventh day.
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The eleventh day of Mausoleum, 10:00 am.
I didn't see signs of escalating the difficulty of various games, and an announcement from the government popped up on the phone——
【good news! The first patients of the sleep virus wake up at 9:40 am one after another! 】
Fu Anan was taken aback when he saw the news.
The whole person sat up, turned on the TV, and found that the news was broadcasting this content.
The patient who fell asleep on TV for several days looked weak and not in good spirits. But being able to eat, drink, sleep, and answer questions, the family members guarding the ward were crying with joy.
Fu Anan opened the notebook to look at the calendar, rubbed her eyes, it was indeed the eleventh day.
Opening the curtain that had been closed for two days, Fu Anan looked outside through the glass.
The fog didn't show any signs of spreading, and even... seemed to have faded? !
I couldn't see anything before, but now the outline of the opposite building is looming in the mist.
Not only Fu An'an, but also many people found out.
Everyone took photos and videos, and then shared them on the Internet, even if Fu Anan wanted to convince herself that this was her illusion.
The waking patients, the gradually fading fog, everything is developing in a good direction.
This really didn't seem like what was supposed to happen on the eleventh day.