The air was filled with a musty smell, mixed with a certain rotten smell. Xiao Yi's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and each step was like beating a huge drum. He knew that there must be other survivors in some corner of this building. But in this era, one's own kind is often more dangerous than a beast.

The flashlight beam swept across the office, breaking glass, overturned tables and chairs, scattered documents, all of which were frozen in the moment of disaster. Xiao Yi's breath condensed into white mist in the air, and a thin layer of frost formed on his eyelashes.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the tea room. Xiao Yi held his breath and walked lightly. The moment the flashlight beam shone in, he saw several fat rats gnawing on a bag of expired instant noodles.

Now is the time!

Xiao Yi rushed in and smashed the steel pipe in his hand. The rats screamed and fled in all directions. But one of them was a little slow and was hit on the hind legs by the steel pipe. Xiao Yi quickly pounced on it and grabbed the struggling rat.

The mouse twisted wildly in his hand, and its sharp claws left several bloody marks on the back of his hand. Xiao Yi pinched its neck tightly until it stopped struggling. This was the first time he had caught a living thing in three days. Although it was disgusting, he had to do it in order to survive.

Back at the shelter, Xiao Yi used a lighter to light a pile of waste paper, skinned the rat, and roasted it. The smell of burnt meat made him nauseous, but he forced himself to swallow it. Every bite felt like swallowing gravel, but he knew it was necessary to stay alive.

As night fell, the temperature dropped further. Xiao Yi wrapped himself tightly in leather and listened to the whistling wind outside the window. Just then, he heard a faint moan from downstairs.

"Help...Help..."

Xiao Yi froze. It was a girl's voice, sounding very young. Reason told him not to meddle in other people's business, but the desperation in that voice touched something deep in his heart.

He picked up the steel pipe and walked down the stairs carefully. At the corner of the fifteenth floor, he saw the owner of the voice.

A girl in a white down jacket was huddled in a corner. There was a hideous wound on her right leg, and the blood had already clotted. Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were purple. It was obvious that she had been lying there for a long time.

"Don't...don't come over..." the girl said weakly, but a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.

Xiao Yi stood there, looking around vigilantly. This was probably a trap, but he couldn't turn a blind eye to an injured girl.

"My name is Lin Yuxuan..." The girl's voice became weaker and weaker. "Please...save me..."

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and finally walked forward. As he approached, he suddenly smelled a faint scent of perfume. In this environment full of rotten smell, this fragrance seemed particularly abrupt.

At this moment, Lin Yuxuan's eyes suddenly changed. She suddenly grabbed Xiao Yi's wrist with amazing strength.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered.

Before Xiao Yi could react, he heard footsteps behind him. The moment he turned around, a steel pipe hit him hard on the back of the head. The world spun around, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Through his blurred vision, he saw three men step out of the shadows. They were wearing heavy winter clothing and had sinister grins on their faces. Lin Yuxuan had already stood up, and the wound on her leg was actually fake.

"Well done, Yuxuan." The leading man patted her shoulder. "Another big fish."

Xiao Yi wanted to struggle, but his consciousness was rapidly fading. His last memory was those people rummaging through his backpack and looting all his remaining supplies.

"This guy is quite good at hiding." A man kicked Xiao Yi, "Do you want to get rid of him?"

"Forget it, let him fend for himself." Lin Yuxuan's voice came, "In this temperature, he won't survive the night without supplies."

The footsteps gradually faded away. Xiao Yi lay on the cold floor, feeling his body temperature slowly draining away. His consciousness gradually blurred, but his instinct for survival made him bite the tip of his tongue tightly, using the pain to stay awake.

Can't die... Absolutely can't die...

Xiao Yi struggled to move his body, crawling inch by inch towards the stairs. Blood flowed from the wound on the back of his head, leaving a dark red mark on the floor. His vision was beginning to blur, but he had only one thought in his mind: return to the 18th floor, where he had hidden the last of his supplies.

Each step was like a mountain. Xiao Yi didn't know how long he had been climbing. When he finally reached the 18th floor, he was almost unconscious. He used up his last bit of strength, moved to the corner, and lifted a loose floorboard.

Hidden inside was a pack of compressed biscuits and a bottle of water, which was his last hope.

Xiao Yi trembled as he tore open the biscuit wrapper and forced himself to swallow it in small sips. The cold water slid down his throat, bringing a glimmer of life. He leaned against the wall, feeling his body temperature slowly rise.

The wind outside the window was still howling, but Xiao Yi's eyes had become cold and firm. He touched the wound on the back of his head, where a thin layer of ice had formed.

"Lin Yuxuan..." He whispered the name, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

In this world, kindness is the greatest folly. He will not make the same mistake again.

Xiao Yi closed his eyes and began to think about his next plan. There were other survivors in the office building, and they must have built their own shelters. Now was the time to take the initiative.

He touched the dagger hidden in his boot, a sneer curling his lips. Since this world has become a jungle where the strong prey on the weak, he will become the most ferocious predator.

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