Chapter 137: The Foggy Capital of Mausoleum City 10

Chapter 137: The Foggy Capital of Mausoleum City 10

The video circulated for only ten minutes before being deleted.

Fu Anan glanced at the thick fog outside, and lightly touched the glass with her finger.

He said to himself, "What the hell are you?"

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

The delivery boy changed to another person, and Fu Anan was taken aback, "Why didn't Xiao Li come?"

The new delivery boy shook his head, looking a little tired, "Xiao Li fainted in the fog last night and is now in the hospital."

Passed out.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Li had also been infected with that virus.

"Then you are still going to work now? How do you go back every day?"

"We're living in a hotel now." With a professional smile, the food delivery boy signaled to Fu An'an not to worry.

"In addition, our hotel has prepared some masks and gloves to prevent fog. If you need it, you can go downstairs to get it now."

The meal delivery boy was talking, when Fu Anan suddenly turned back into the room.

The delivery boy stopped, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's all right."

Fu Anan shook his head, thanked him and closed the door.

Breakfast was on the table, and she looked towards the window.

She had just heard a tapping sound as if nothing had happened.

Very small, very subtle.

It's like... a hallucination.

However, on the clean glass, a drop of mucus is particularly obvious.

Fu Anan looked at the drop of mucus and frowned.

It fell from upstairs?

Or is there something else in this thick fog?

This makes people want to explore, but feel afraid.

Fu Anan didn't dare to open the window to look at it. She prefers dogs when she plays games by herself.

So she chose to cover the window with something, then covered all possible gaps with a wet rag, and finally pulled the curtains tightly.

After all this was done, the sound of footsteps and conversation came from the corridor outside the door.

The guests in the hotel were informed that protective masks and gloves were distributed downstairs, and everyone was rushing to get them.

Masks and gloves.

Fu An'an really didn't prepare too much for these two things.

So follow these people down.

When I got downstairs, I found that the hall was quite crowded, and there was a long line of people receiving supplies.

Fu An'an casually asked how many people there were in the hotel.

Only then did I know that the hotel has a total of 160 rooms, with an 80% occupancy rate, and there are about 300 to 400 service staff.

"Is there anything else I can serve you?" The service staff in the front row asked enthusiastically.

"Well... nothing for now."

Fu Anan shook her head with a smile, and went upstairs with a mask and gloves.

On the way, I also met Hu Buchang and the others.

Fu An'an's gaze paused for a moment at the woman with big waves in the middle, but she didn't expect there to be three of them.

Immediately afterwards, he passed the three of them indifferently.

Hu Buchang lowered his head the moment he met Fu Anan, he was a little afraid of her.

Tian Yong stared at her until Fu Anan went upstairs. There was no other reason, but this appearance made him rare.

Kang Jiafang looked at the two of them because of a woman with different expressions, and was slightly displeased.

"Little sister looks quite iconic, I don't know which floor it is from."

"The 12th floor." Tian Yong glanced at Hu Buchang, "It's right across from us."

"Really." Kang Jiafang wanted to say something, but was stopped by Tian Yong.

"What are you talking so much about? Are you still wearing a mask?"

Kang Jiafang glanced at Tian Yong, and shut her mouth embarrassingly.

Tian Yong snorted coldly, woman, just don't get too used to it.