Chapter 32 Sailing Carnival 32

Chapter 32 Sailing Carnival 32

One kilometer is enough.

To put it bluntly, zombies are just corpses. They can't swim, and they are so stiff that it is difficult for them to float here. Even if one or two really float here, that is not enough evidence.

They spent the last two days of their sailing life on rubber boats.

Materials, water and other resources are sufficient, except for the need for two people to take turns guarding, the last two days of survival can be regarded as the easiest in the next twenty days.

Fu Anan gnawed off another apple, and threw the core into the sea with a snap.

Suddenly there was a "beep" in my ears, and the familiar characters formed in front of me——

[You have survived for 30 days, and this round of "Nautical Carnival" has successfully passed the customs. You will earn 10 points and qualify as a participant. ]

What?

Just as Fu Anan was about to ask Fu Yizhi who was beside him, a white light suddenly appeared in front of him.

When she wakes up again, where is the sea, she is already working part-time in the supermarket.

Fu Anan looked at his left wrist, but there was nothing on it. The face is smooth, without any trace of being scratched by the iron sheet.

So she really had a dream? But that game was too real.

"An'an, someone is delivering the goods outside, go over and record it." The manager's voice came, waking Fu An'an awake.

Fu Anan rubbed her forehead, and walked out with heavy steps.

The afternoon sun was very strong, stuffy and hot, and Fu Anan was dizzy from the sun.

A girl in a yellow dress walked by and bumped into a pile of cargo boxes on the ground. Fu Anan subconsciously turned around and looked over, and suddenly found that this person looked familiar——

"Sun...caiyan?"

The girl in the yellow skirt paused, turned slowly and glanced at Fu An'an, her eyes were empty and lifeless, and then continued to walk forward.

As if there was some guidance, Sun Caiyan stopped at the intersection ahead. The next moment, a speeding truck came from the intersection, and only a violent collision sound was heard. The front of the truck was covered in blood, and under the wheels were crushed limbs. Her head was stuck in the gap in front of the vehicle, and the blood was mixed with white pulp.

Fu An'an's mind was blank at this moment, looking at Sun Caiyan's fragmented body, watching the police and ambulance remove the body and clean up the scene. In a daze, I don't know how I got back to the rental room.

Back at the rental house, Fu An'an began to search the Internet for content about survival games.

There is almost nothing about it.

Fu Anan took a deep breath, so what happened just now was just a coincidence, right?

But it was also a coincidence.

Fu Anan tossed and turned in bed.

Suddenly the whole room dimmed, as if in another world, with familiar words floating in the air.

[Congratulations on your success in the first round of the game challenge. The second round of the game will start at 9:10 am three days later. ]

appeared again.

There is also a string of small characters below this line of words.

[Name: Fu Anan

Number: 211136

Level: Level 1

Points: 10]

Ten seconds later, the words disappeared, and Fu Anan felt a burning pain on his wrist, and a string of numbers C211136 appeared on it.

"Beep!"

The phone next to her rang, and a software was automatically loaded on it. A solid black icon with the word "Survival" written underneath.

Fu Anan clicked on it, it was like an ordinary forum social networking site.

At the top is a string of constantly changing numbers——

21066, 20037, 19980, 21068, 19802...

Fu An'an observed for a while, and found that it was constantly fluctuating at the number 20,000.

What do these numbers mean?