Chapter 106 Under the Sky 30
The morning of the twentieth day in Huatian Town.
Many people surrounded the police station early in the morning.
Now inflating is no longer a queue, but sensitively divided into many small teams.
Everyone in the small team has a deadpan face, always wary of others around them.
The same goes for police officers.
The guns in their arms are all loaded, and they will shoot without hesitation if they find anything abnormal.
The original small town with singing birds and fragrant flowers seems to have become a prison at this time.
The remaining people linger in fear and sin.
The police station is like a thin piece of paper, maintaining the last bit of decency of the town residents as social beings.
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Flower Field Town Day 20, 11:55 noon
The summer sun is hot, and because of the dome, the temperature in the town is two or three degrees higher than usual.
At this time, there are still many inflatable gangs.
Everyone was sweating profusely, didn't eat lunch, and took biscuits and mineral water with them to satisfy their hunger.
"There are only a few thousand people, why have you lined up for so long." A man whispered to his companion.
"There are fewer people, but there are still so many air tanks. Can we avoid such a long queue?" The companion replied, and then looked at the queue in front of him again.
Fu Anan said seriously, who knows if this ghost game will change frequently or increase the suffocation time piecemeal.
Fu Yizhi is not like her, he carries an air tank with him.
Just now, she was halfway through the meal and suddenly suffocated. She ran up to deliver an air tank to Father Fu despite the lack of oxygen.
Fu Yizhi is fine, but he almost let Father Fu send a white-haired man to a black-haired one.
Fu Yizhi glanced at Fu An'an, and said "hmm" softly.
Although there was no expression, Fu Anan felt that he seemed to be in a good mood.
Did you find the money?
Just as she was about to ask, she suddenly remembered the gas tank downstairs that hadn't been turned off yet.
"Ah!"
Fu Anan exclaimed, and rushed downstairs as fast as she could.
Fu Yizhi looked away from Fu Anan's notebook, and glanced at the back of the hurriedly running down—
"What, what a fool."
Because of suffocation, they didn't have lunch until one thirty in the afternoon.
Fu Anan was ordered by Fu Yizhi to train her climbing skills until it was dark outside.
"Brother Fu."
Fu Anan counted their air tanks while resting, and asked worriedly, "When are we going to act? There are only 30 air tanks."
Another day passed, but there were only a dozen left.