After following the refugee players and scolding the Federation for a while, nothing happened. Fang Heng threw down a simple bed on the spot.
He was going to get some books to read in the game.
Fang Heng went offline every 20 minutes, went back to Mo Yunxiao's backyard study, flipped through a book related to the mysterious side and put it into the jump backpack compartment, taking the trouble to bring it into the game again and again.
"Mr. Fang Heng, what are you..."
It wasn't until the tenth time that Mr. Sun, the villa housekeeper's assistant, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Watching Fang Heng coming in and out of Mo Yunxiao's study again and again.
Mr. Sun was a little confused.
This is too strange...
The ancestors of the Mo family set a rule that books in the study can be borrowed, but cannot be taken out of the study.
Mr. Sun also did not sense the presence of books from Fang Heng.
"Hahaha, it's nothing. It's my personal habit. When I feel restless, I like to walk more."
Fang Heng was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that could be seen through at a glance, and there was no place on his body to hide books.
Mr. Sun could only shake his head and secretly said that he could not understand today's young people.
…
Federal Zombie Apocalypse District 5 United Front Headquarters.
The lights are bright.
The atmosphere in the combat conference room was solemn.
Qianyuan, the commander of the United Front Command in military uniform, sat on a chair and gently rubbed his temples.
Four hours ago, the space-time crack sensing device established in the fifth area detected high-intensity space-time fluctuations.
Qianyuan immediately convened an emergency battle council.
The door was gently pushed open, and a federal soldier hurriedly entered.
"Report sir! The positioning of space fluctuations has been completed and the fluctuation point is determined to be near Shelter No. 2."
"The specific kind of space tearing channel cannot be confirmed for the time being, and the fluctuation level is approximately level 8."
Shelter 2?!
Senior officers from each of the four major federal shelters in the fifth area of the federal zombie apocalypse were discussing in low voices.
During this period, similar fuzzy space transmission signals occurred from time to time in the fifth area.
Because the signals are too blurry, precise positioning has never been possible.
Combined with the information collected from various channels, various signs indicate that someone is secretly preparing to attack District Five.
Qianyuan has strengthened the protection of the fifth area in a targeted manner.
But the enemy has always been very subtle.
Only today, the transmission signal is extremely obvious.
Why?
Why didn't they covert the signal as usual?
Qianyuan and other District 5 shelter officers came to a unified answer after discussion.
It’s not that it’s not hidden, it’s that it can’t be done!
The fluctuation exceeds the concealable signal range!
In other words, the original space fluctuation should be far higher than level 8!
They are people from the anti-federal organization and they are ready to take action!
Shelter No. 2 is one of the largest shelters in District 5. Not only does it store a large amount of material resources, it also has 30,000 biological sleeping chambers in use inside.
Among them are some important federal politicians.
Qianyuan said in a deep voice: "Shelter No. 2 has entered the first-level alert state, and all personnel are on standby."
"yes!"
The Federation acted quickly.
…
The moonlight is getting darker.
Fang Heng is online again.
In the temporary shelter, most players have been able to log off, and only seven or eight players are still discussing something in front of the campfire in low voices.
Noticing Fang Heng who suddenly came online, a circle of players cast wary glances at him.
The tall and thin player from before didn't sleep either. He asked, "Brother, why don't you rest up so late?"
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Fang Heng recognized him, his name was Zuo Qing.
"Don't mention it, I have to go to work tomorrow, and it will take some time to get online."
Fang Heng pretended to be miserable and cursed: "The stupid federation is oppressing us workers. The rent has increased recently. I don't know when I will be able to collect the down payment."
After everyone heard this, the vigilance in their eyes became lighter, and they all began to chime in and curse the Federation.
Situations like this are also very common in games.
There is federal asylum in the game, and players can get enough food to survive for free, but they cannot use sleeping pods for free.
Therefore, many low-level players will choose to work during the day, enter the game at night, rest directly in the game, and still have time to spare.
Although doing this will make you feel less energetic when you go offline during the day the next day, at least it won't delay your work.
Fang Heng chatted with everyone, opened the game log and took a look.
With less than ten minutes left, the zombie clones are about to be resurrected.
Fang Heng didn't want to attract attention and was going to run outside to find a hidden place to summon the zombies.
"No, it's too boring here. I have to go out and walk around."
With that said, Fang Heng stood up and walked towards the door.
One player said: "It's so late and it's not very safe outside, so why don't you go?"
"It's okay, I'll just hang around the door twice."
Fang Heng said, opening the door and walking out of the temporary shelter.
Several players sitting around the campfire looked at each other.
"I'll deal with it."
Zuo Qing said as he stood up and chased Fang Heng out of the hut.
Outside the hut, Fang Heng was leaving the shelter along the trail. At first, he planned to stay far away, find a place to summon the zombies, and explore the way.
Suddenly, Fang Heng raised his head and noticed something.
"Huh? What is that?"
Fang Heng's eyelids twitched.
At night, the visibility of the outside world was not high, but through the night vision skills of the blood clan, Fang Heng still noticed a group of players halfway up the mountain, walking down the mountain along the path.
Fang Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of players carefully.
Starting from the mining area above, several players will work together to push the boxes with carts at regular intervals.
They transported the boxes to a temporary shelter hut at the foot of the mountain not far away.
Why do they have to move supplies at night?
Moreover, their movements looked very sneaky. There was no lighting during the entire process, and they all remained quiet and tried not to make any noise.
What made Fang Hen find it even more strange was that they were not wearing federal uniforms, but they were all wearing black masks.
They are no ordinary players!
Are they stealing mines?
While he was wondering, Fang Heng was keenly aware of someone approaching from behind.
Fang Heng turned back suddenly.
A tall, thin man stood behind him.
He also wore a black mask on his face.
"Fang Heng, don't be nervous, it's me."
Zuo Qing chuckled, lifted the mask on his face, walked closer, and handed Fang Heng a gold nugget the size of a fingernail.
"Brother, do me a favor and pretend you didn't see anything."
Fang Heng took the gold nugget smoothly.
Item: Small gold nugget.
Description: A rare currency in Doomsday. You can use it to exchange for food and consumables of equal value at the Doomsday Merchant Camp.
Description: Special high-value items will definitely be dropped after death.
"Are you stealing mines?"
"Shh."
Zuo Qing put on the black mask again, and Fang Heng made a quieter gesture.
"Brother, don't be too loud. It's not easy for everyone to just eat for a living."