Chapter 145: The Fog City of Mausoleum City 18

Chapter 145: The Fog City of Mausoleum City 18

Seeing the soldier's appearance, Fu An'an's back turned cold.

If there is a problem with the medical staff, these soldiers will not have a problem.

For a second, Fu Anan forced herself to smile, "Because I passed the test, goodbye."

As she spoke, she waved to the soldiers and quickly left the fourth district.

When he walked into the crowd, his back was covered in cold sweat. When I got to my battery car, I calmed down for a long time.

It was dark and it was evening.

Fu An'an checked her helmet, and rode a small electric donkey to go back to the hotel.

She didn't sleep well that night.

Last time, the little gangster in the alley could pretend to be the underworld to seek revenge, and people in the black market were responsible for her suspicions and problems.

This time in a hospital, a doctor was shot and killed in full view.

Fu An'an had even packed his things and was ready to leave overnight and start fleeing the whole city.

However, until the next afternoon, neither the news nor social media mentioned a word about it.

The overwhelming thing is to tell the citizens that the crisis is over, go out actively, and resume work and production.

At this time, Fu An'an suddenly realized that it seemed that there had been no negative news in the news for a long time.

The artificially created relaxed environment has tricked countless people out of the building.

Fu Anan looked at the smiling and waving mayor in the news, and pressed pause. Her mind is in a mess now, and she needs to sort it out carefully.

She took out her notebook and wrote down everything she could think of.

[Today is the fourteenth day of the fog city in Lingcheng, and the fog exists but is not thick.

The way the game is played is likely to be parasitic.

The current situation is that a large number of people have been victimized in the hospital. ]

At this point, Fu An'an stopped writing, thinking of the fourth district of the Central Hospital, it was like a... manufacturing factory for parasites.

The people inside used the patients who were comatose in the mist to attract a large number of normal people.

Parasitized people are almost the same as normal people.

Then let them go back under the pretext of being cured, and distribute them to various places in the city.

Thinking of what she saw yesterday at the gate of the overcrowded hospital, Fu Anan tightened her fingers holding the pen.

If all the parasitized people have the ability to infect and parasitize others, how many people have been parasitized these days?

Realizing this, Fu Anan took a deep breath.

More importantly, some people deliberately blocked this important news, so that the citizens who discovered the abnormality could not ask for help.

And people who can have this ability...

Fu An'an looked at the middle-aged mayor who was suspended on the screen on the TV.

No!

The largest person in the city may have been infected? !

Although she was very reluctant to believe it, everything would make sense again.

Besides the mayor, who has such great ability to do these things?

If so, those parasites have already controlled the mausoleum invisibly.

But what exactly is parasitic in the human body?

Were the people unconscious in the fog the first to be parasitized?

Why were tens of thousands of people in the fog before, but only a thousand people were unconscious?

The more I think about it, the more I can't understand some things.

There is still too little news from just going out for a day.

The gel pen in Fu Anan's hand kept pressing, and the sound of clicking the pen echoed in the empty room.

Finally, Fu Anan stopped.

The parasitized people are intelligent, and they are much more terrifying than the zombies that can only bite.

To figure out the weaknesses of these monsters, the last ten days of hell-level difficulty will have the ability to resist.

There is one more update, it will still be late