Chapter 165： The real "blizzard" snow! (1/2)

”Pointer?”

Looking at this rare-level item curiously, the Somo tester pressed the button above, while silently sketching the image of Su Mei in his heart.

I just met my family in the ruins, and it didn't take much effort. The information slot on the pointer was filled up, and it began to emit light, forming a phantom of my sister.

If this shadow didn't flash and flash, and he wasn't talking, Somo would have thought that a real person had appeared!

Pressing the upper button again, the pointer began to spin frantically, as time passed, watching the pointer slowly stop, Sumo looked forward to it.

Unfortunately, the moment the pointer was about to stop, the information slot suddenly began to decay crazily.

In less than a second, the purple information slot was emptied, the pointer could only turn around regrettably, and at the same time a game prompt sounded in my ear.

[Record]: Failed to use the pointing needle

[Record]: Reason for failure: unknown (do not deduct the number of uses)

”Sure enough, all the people who haven't been released are either too far away from the wasteland humans, or they are not in the same space.”

”But it's also possible that the grade of the pointer is not enough, the information slot just now...”

Regrettably, he pressed the pointer again to search for the location of Su's parents and Su's mother. After the failure prompt popped up, Sumo could only temporarily put the rare item back.

At this point, the transaction has been completed and the airdrop has been received, and it is finally time to approach the baptism of disaster.

Go back to the basement, open the gate, and watch the moon above your head emit an evil red light again after the sunset.

Faced with the disaster this time, Somo had no trace of fear anymore!

But the last time before the disaster came, the game detected that all refuges had a probability of over 99% through the disaster and delegated a chance to draw a lottery.

This time it was not prompted.

From this point, Sumo vaguely felt that the disaster was not as simple as imagined.

”Even my refuge may not survive this disaster. It seems that this blizzard may be a bit different from what I think...”

After holding the flashlight and checking that there were no problems with the placement of the iron and copper blocks, Souma returned to the refuge before eight o'clock in the evening and began to install the last anti-disaster props.

air conditioner!

Electricity in the shelter has reached its limit. No matter how much it is, it will consume diesel reserves to generate electricity. In order to save electricity, the air conditioner was only placed in the corner as a piece of furniture.

Now, for safety, Somo chose to install the air conditioner.

Directly choose the place where the external machine hangs and fix it firmly outside the garage door.

This can be released when in use and brought back directly when not in use to ensure that the fragile outside machine will not be harmed.

For the slender ventilation duct, Somo invited the system father to construct it, and first occupied a part of the place used to plan the water line, and successfully connected the air conditioner to the shelter.

After studying the location of the air conditioner, Somo chose to place it in the center of the third floor.

”Air-conditioning can't bring a disaster survival rate of more than 99%, good guy, it looks a bit scary!”

After trying to turn on and off the air conditioner to confirm that there were no problems, I sat on the fabric sofa and ended the simple dinner.

Disaster was at the forefront, and even though he was in a sturdy refuge, Somo had no intention of enjoyment at this time.

Natural disasters are different from alien invasions. Under the mighty power of nature, individual power will be reduced infinitely.

Even powerful guns cannot withstand the imminent natural disasters.

Oreo had also put away his thoughts about playing for a long time, and lay lazily in the wooden nest that Somo made when he was making tools, not knowing what he was thinking.

The big clock bought back from the trading secrets, after Somo adjusted the time, hung in the middle of the living room on the third floor, ticking.

Time passed by every minute, and it was 11:50.

After thinking about it, putting on his combat uniform, Sumo cautiously opened the garage door and came to the top of the hill in the underground refuge outside.

The temperature has not yet come, the red moon is still weird, through the large black clouds, the entire depression has been stained with blood, and it looks strange and terrifying.

Such a scene, even in Magu's diary, has no record.

The unknown is always a great horror.

Looking into the dark depths in the distance, Sumo simply sat down and waited patiently for the arrival of the 12 o'clock.