It was only fifty meters from Dingxianglou to the parking area, but the short distance took the group a full five minutes to walk.

The snow had reached Lu Sheng's calves, and he had to lift his legs up before stepping into the thick snow with each step.

My feet, which had just been warm under Zhuangzhuang's belly, became so cold they almost went numb after walking only a short distance.

Each breath turned into a white mist, and ice quickly formed on my eyelashes and the ends of my hair.

With only a few steps left, Xu Yi grabbed Lu Sheng by the collar and carried her to the car like he was catching a kitten.

It wasn't until the car left Kyoto University that the heater inside finally started to feel warm.

"I'll use my phone to navigate for you." Jiang Lan sat in the passenger seat, her hands tucked into her sleeves, shivering uncontrollably, her teeth chattering as she spoke.

The cannery was 15 kilometers away from Kyoto University, and it took more than an hour to drive there.

Along the way, they encountered many cars stuck in snowdrifts asking for help, but Lu Sheng and his companions ignored them all.

"This is it."

Upon arrival, Jiang Lan immediately jumped out of the car and led Lu Sheng and the others through a narrow alley to a small courtyard without a sign.

The illegal workshops are so well hidden that even rats would need navigation, let alone law enforcement officers.

The lock on the gate was ajar, and a few people easily pushed it open.

Jiang Lan first ran into the factory and searched around for a while, then came out with tears in her eyes.

"We didn't find anyone, but we did find a bloodstained shirt." Jiang Lan was holding a frozen men's short-sleeved T-shirt.

The bloodstains on the T-shirt had dried and turned black, and there were many jagged tears on the cuffs and hem.

It looks like it was bitten by a mutated animal.

Jiang Lan lowered her head and sobbed twice, but immediately cheered up, "I checked, there are still a lot of canned goods in the warehouse, let's move them to the car first."

Our loved ones have passed away, but those who are still alive must continue to live.

The apocalypse will not leave anyone time for sadness and nostalgia; everyone will gradually become numb, leaving only the instinctive will to survive.

Uncle Jiang Lan's cannery has a wide variety of products, including not only the common canned beef and pork, but also many canned scallops, pickles, tropical fruits, and other similar items.

After a quick look, there were thirty or forty boxes of each variety, and it took three trucks to barely fit them all.

Xu Yi and Xiao Yu first loaded the heavier canned meat onto the car, while Lu Sheng and Jiang Lan helped pack the smaller boxes of scallop meat.

The four of them worked together quite quickly, moving more than half of the load in just over twenty minutes.

"Jiang Lan! What are you doing!"

Suddenly, an angry roar came from the doorway.

A tall, burly middle-aged man barged in, followed by an overweight woman and a boy of about seventeen or eighteen.

The middle-aged man rushed over and slapped Jiang Lan across the face. "You're so young, yet you're already learning bad habits, bringing outsiders to steal things, huh?"

This man was all muscle and looked like a professional in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) or the fitness industry. He slapped Jiang Lan so hard that she spun around.

"Second Uncle..." Jiang Lan covered her face and sniffed, "I really couldn't go on living like this, so I asked a classmate to drive me here."

Jiang Lan's second aunt's harsh features scrunched up, and she pointed a finger at Jiang Lan's forehead viciously, "You steal because you can't survive? Children without parents have no upbringing!"

Lu Sheng stopped and coldly sized up the three members of the Jiang family.

She had heard from others that Jiang Lan was an orphan, just like her.

Jiang Lan's father died in a car accident, and her mother somehow spent all the compensation money from the party at fault. One night, she got drunk, fell into the river, and drowned. She was raised by relatives since she was a child.

“You’re all here to get canned food too!” Jiang Lan wiped away her tears, got up from the ground, and stared stubbornly at the middle-aged man. “Jiang Daguo, we’re all black crows, so let’s not laugh at each other.”

"You brat!" Jiang Daguo grabbed Jiang Lan by the neck angrily, his face contorted with grotesque, menacing features. "My son is the only heir of the Jiang family! Everything in the Jiang family belongs to him! What are you bastards babbling about!"

"If you can't survive, then die! Stop coveting Chiang Kai-shek's things!"

“That’s right, you’re an outsider, you don’t get anything!” Jiang Daguo’s wife and son also mocked from the side.

After saying that, Jiang Daguo turned and glared at Lu Sheng and the others, raising his fist to threaten, "You little brats, put your things down and get out of here right now! Otherwise, I'll break your legs!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Daguo suddenly opened his eyes wide, clutched his neck, and shook his body with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He then collapsed heavily to the ground.

Jiang Lan, panting, slowly approached, clutching a bloodstained paper cutter in her hand.

"My third uncle used my dad's compensation money to open the cannery! Why can't I take it!" Jiang Lan kicked Jiang Daguo hard.

"Murder...murder!"

Jiang Daguo's wife and son were terrified by what they saw and stumbled as they tried to run out the back door.

This family never expected that the seemingly gentle and frail Jiang Lan would dare to commit murder.

"Keep moving."

Jiang Lan put the paper cutter back in her pocket, turned to Lu Sheng, and forced a stiff smile.

Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow, his impression of Jiang Lan changing somewhat.

On the way back to Peking University, the snow fell heavier and heavier.

As more and more cars piled up on the highway, you could see a stiff-looking person in the driver's seat every few cars.

At temperatures of minus fifty or sixty degrees Celsius, many car engines simply cannot start. The car heater cannot be turned on, and people are reluctant to leave the car, so they will soon fall into a coma due to hypothermia.

Fortunately, Lu Sheng and his group had a good car. Although the journey was bumpy, they finally made it back to Peking University without any major incidents.

To avoid trouble, Jiang Lan first took her portion of canned food upstairs in batches using black plastic bags, trying her best not to let others discover that she was traveling with Lu Sheng and the others.

It took three people two trips with a handcart to move the remaining 80% of the canned goods.

Sun Tiantian had already cooked a steaming bowl of pork rib soup and stir-fried a plate of spicy scrambled eggs, which, along with fragrant rice, instantly dispelled the chill from the three of them.

"After you left, someone from the English department on the second floor suddenly took off all his clothes and rushed outside, and froze to death a short while later."

Sun Tiantian was still shaken and picked up a large piece of pork rib to calm her nerves.

"What's going on? Taking off your clothes in this cold weather?" Xiao Yu was completely confused and took a big gulp of hot soup.

"In the severe hypothermia stage, the cardiovascular and nervous systems will be severely damaged, and there may be a false sense of overheating, leading to attempts to take off clothes to lower body temperature." Although wearing a heavy down jacket, Xu Yi did not look bulky at all, and even the way he drank soup was very elegant.

If it weren't for the apocalypse, Lu Sheng might actually have found it pleasing to the eye.

"This is a very serious danger signal in low-temperature environments. If you encounter a similar situation, you must notify me immediately," Xu Yi said solemnly, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.

The three people nodded cautiously.

After finishing her meal, Lu Sheng returned to 402 and was immediately shocked by what she saw upon entering.