BXBX NOVEL Chapter 233: love town 8
A pink cloud of dust drifts down from the sky, tiny but omnipresent. Follow people's breathing and enter the body.
This strange dust continued silently for half an hour.
The ninth day of the game, in the afternoon.
There was a rapid coughing sound, and Fu Anan, who was lying on the side of the road, moved his fingers slightly, and then opened his eyes suddenly.
The dizziness was caught off guard, and the sobriety was also sudden.
She sat up and looked around, all the people in her eyes were still unconscious.
The restaurant in the distance is on fire, and various paper leaflets are blown all over the street with the wind. The cheerful music in the ears matches the current scene, which seems a little scary.
What's even more frightening is that she has Father Fu under her body!
Fu Anan sat up quickly, turned over to check the current situation of Fu's father. Finding that he was breathing smoothly and his heart was beating strongly, he immediately relaxed a little.
And only fifty meters in front of them, a car crashed into a roadside billboard.
The bloodstain under the wheel extended all the way, and where it passed, the passerby who happened to faint there was **** and bloody, lifeless.
The highway is not a safe place.
Fu Anan looked at the unconscious people everywhere, and decided to take Fu Yizhi to the hotel first.
An extraordinarily quiet environment can easily make people feel uneasy. Regardless of whether there is danger or not, Fu Anan is extremely careful along the way.
Occasionally met one or two sober girls, Fu Anan also gave up the chance to contact them, and chose to send Papa Fu back first.
The eighth floor of the hotel.
It took a lot of effort to get Father Fu up, but Fu Anan saw Zhou Jingyou collapsed at her door.
Glancing at him, he sent Father Fu back to his room, then went out and dragged Zhou Jingyou to his own door.
After finishing all this, Fu Anan was not in a hurry to go out, and stayed in the room for a while.
Most of the floors in the town are not high. Looking down from the eighth floor, the view is excellent.
That eerie aroma appeared just at the height of the festival, so that thousands of people were now lying down in the streets in full view.
Someone woke up again.
Fu Anan looked at the girl who was slowly getting up on the street downstairs. She observed for ten minutes. This was the sixth or seventh person who woke up.
No aggressive tendencies.
No weird behavior either.
The only strange thing is that the people who wake up are all women without exception.
Why didn't the man wake up?
Fu Anan looked at Father Fu lying on the bed, and unconsciously bit her finger.
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After about half an hour, dozens more people woke up. Fu Anan counted more and more awake people outside, and first wrote down these numbers.
She woke up at about 10:00 am, and after a while, three or four more girls woke up.
Divide 10:00 am to 12:00 am into a complete time period, and the number of people who wake up during this time is about 40 people.
From 12:00 noon to 1:00 noon, the number of awakened people probably increased to a hundred or so.
From 1:00 p.m. to 2:00 p.m., about three or four hundred people woke up.
From 2:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m., the number of awakened people reached seven or eight hundred.
From 3:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. At this time, everyone has organized to rescue those who have been in accidents but are still alive, and the road gradually becomes lively and busy.
Fu An'an looked at the steeple pattern he drew, and as time went by, more and more people woke up.
But without exception, all are women.
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Around 6 pm, there was a knock on her door.
There were a few women outside, and Fu Anan was relieved to see Fu Anan who was awake inside.
"Great, there are people awake on this floor!"