Chapter 138: Mausoleum City Wudu 11

Chapter 138 Mausoleum City of Fog 11

As a star hotel, for the freshness of the ingredients, the amount of ingredients is generally not 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, milk, I hate eating these two things the most, is there anything else?"

"Because of 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. Starting tomorrow, volunteers will come to deliver some food. Don't worry."

The waiter stood at the door and explained patiently.

Fu Anan is not too worried about food.

She is more concerned about this sleeping virus.

The official website of the government 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 has no contagious function. Just stay at home and don’t go out, and don’t come into contact with the fog.

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The eleventh day of Lingcheng, 10 am.

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 has been sleeping for several days on TV looks 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 his notebook and looked at the calendar, rubbing his 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 it even... seems 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 Anan, 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.

Awakened patients, the gradually fading fog, everything is developing in a good direction.

This is really not what should happen on the eleventh day.