Being a Koi in a Survival Game

   Chapter 41 Beaver City 6

   Seven days have passed in the game, and Fu Anan has stored a lot of food.

  In the space alone, there are now more than 20 bags of bread, more than 40 bags of instant noodles, various canned biscuits for lunch occupy three spaces, and mineral water and milk occupy one space.

   There is also a bag of 50 catties of rice in the small rental house, vegetables and pork, duck and chicken in the small refrigerator.

  Fu Anan took the double salary from the proprietress and didn't know what to buy for the time being, as if the money in the game couldn't be taken out.

   Taking advantage of the fact that the rain had subsided a little now, Fu Anan walked around the street with money in his pocket.

  Dripping down the ankle-deep rain, Fu Anan suddenly had an idea that the game couldn't be as simple as just raining, what if the water continued to rise?

  She doesn't swim very well.

  Fu Anan thought about it carefully, then turned around and went to a swimming store.

  Actually, she wanted to buy a kayak, but the cheapest one in the store also cost 688. Buying it may not work, and it is impossible to bring out the game after using it. Under the pressure of money, Fu Anan gave up.

   I bought two swimming rings, a life jacket, and a plastic basin for disposal.

  The diameter of the plastic shed is 1.5 meters, and it looks like a turtle shell with a red back when carried on the back.

   "Hey, Xiao Fu, you bought such a big basin to take a bath?" The old security guard at the door greeted her when she came back.

   "I make boats."

   Fu Anan replied in a low voice, but the old man couldn't hear clearly, so he gave a perfunctory oh.

  A big typhoon is coming, and Fu Anan returned to the rental house and started to tape the windows with a "rice" shape, and put a lot of wooden boards for backup.

  Beaver City Day 8

  The wind outside the house was raging, and the lights inside the house flickered.

  Fu An'an turned on her phone and watched the pushed news. The face of the journalist who was facing the typhoon was distorted by the blowing, and the whole body was tilted, reporting the current situation with difficulty.

  [There are still two hours before the typhoon lands, and now we can see that the wind is already very strong. According to expert reports, this typhoon is very strong, and it will land in six coastal provinces in southern my country at the same time, affecting the entire southeast...]

  In addition to this, there are many small videos on the Internet, recording what I am doing when the typhoon is coming.

  Someone ventured to stick their mobile phone out of the window to record the typhoon scene;

  Someone is praying in front of the camera;

  Some people took the opportunity to promote the end-time speech, and the three-minute video was blocked.

  Fu Anan swiped this world's specialty applet, but never thought that the game could achieve such details.

  Occasionally, Fu An'an would have a feeling that this is like a real world.

   "Game system?"

   "Game Wizard?"

   "Game customer service?"

   Fu Anan yelled into the air several times. If there were other people in the room, they would think she was crazy.

  This game is very cold, except for the game start and end, and the notification of finding space props, there is no sense of existence.

   "Is the game customer service here? You are bored, come out and chat for a while."

  Two hours before the typhoon crossed the border, Fu Anan said boredly by himself, "Don't you guys give player feedback in the game? Come out and interact to increase the relationship between each other.

  Aren't you alone? Do not you feel lonely? Wouldn't you like to have a cute human friend as a game? "

   There are no zombies with sensitive hearing, and the sound of howling wind outside is enough to drown out Fu Anan's beeping Nana alone.

   This is not the first time Fu Anan has spoken to the air to herself, but unfortunately there is no feedback about her handwriting.

  The words she said were like grains of sand falling into the sea, without a single wave.

   “This game is high-tech, but not smart.”

   As soon as the voice fell, there was a rush of electricity, and the room was completely plunged into darkness.

   Starting tomorrow, the third watch~

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