On the third day of the sharp drop in temperature, the temperature reached -65 degrees Celsius, a temperature that would be a disaster for most ordinary people.
A large number of people without enough warm clothing collapsed, while others chose to huddle together for warmth, but still could not prevent the person next to them from passing away when they woke up the next morning.
This happens every day in various places, and people have become numb to it after seeing it so often.
If someone is found dead the next day, and the family members can't bring themselves to do it, people nearby will throw the dead body out of the window.
If you disagree, you can leave your small, huddled group for mutual support, but death will be your fate.
These small groups also have to collect combustibles every day. Basically, any wooden cabinets or beds in a building will be chopped up and burned. They can even tear down wooden door frames.
Cold and hunger together became shackles binding people, which they could neither untie nor escape.
Gradually, due to hunger and cold, some people completely abandoned their basic human decency and stopped throwing corpses downstairs. Some of them were used for firewood, and some were used to fill their stomachs.
The smell of meat wafts from almost every neighborhood; people have forgotten the purpose of their lives and are now simply living for the sake of living.
Everyone in Building No. 2 of the Red Star, living in such an environment, knows what kind of hell this world is right now.
They often smelled this meaty aroma, but at first they didn't know what it was and thought everyone had found some food.
Commander Li happily added that as long as there is food, people still have hope of survival.
When someone found out that the food was actually two-legged sheep, some people couldn't stand the smell and started to feel nauseous and vomit, and others weren't much better off.
But in just three days, everyone digested the news and no longer reacted to the smell of meat.
They were especially grateful to have Commander Li in charge, which ensured that all of them had enough to eat and wear. His long-term vision always guided them, so they respected this old man even more.
For half a month, the outside temperature remained at minus 65 degrees Celsius. Le Wu, who stayed in the tunnel, spent his days exercising, learning boxing and fighting from videos, and figuring out how to cook.
Shanghai's pan-fried buns, tiger paw cakes, glutinous rice balls with sesame filling, and pork rib rice cakes; Jiangsu's duck blood vermicelli soup and sweet taro; Zhejiang's Pian'erchuan noodles, scallion pancakes, and dried bamboo shoot and old duck soup;
Anhui's tiger-skin hairy tofu and milk soup Yangtze River catfish; Fujian's fish ball soup and Taining jade rolls; Jiangxi's clay pot soup and three-cup stone chicken; Shandong's Liuting pig's trotters, Xi Shi tongue, and Linqing shumai;
Tianjin's fried dough twists, jianbing guozi, and guoba cai; Guizhou's siwawa, spicy chicken, changwang noodles, and sour soup fish; Chongqing's small noodles, hot and sour rice noodles, and roasted pig brains; Shaanxi's saozi noodles, oil-splashed noodles, and ganmianpi;
Xinjiang's braised chicken, fried noodles and rice noodles; Inner Mongolia's roasted whole lamb and candied milk tofu; Northeast China's sweet and sour pork and stewed chicken with mushrooms;
Taiwan's oyster omelets, red bean cakes, and cheese potatoes; Macau's double-skin milk pudding, pork chop buns, and crab congee; Hong Kong's cart noodles, pineapple buns, egg waffles, and wonton noodles, etc.
It suddenly added a lot of dishes to the space, basically filling all the shelves for takeout food. I must say, Yuewu felt a great sense of accomplishment.
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After more than half a month of extreme cold, the sun finally appeared in the sky.
When people who had been living in a world of suffering for too long saw the long-awaited sunshine, many shed tears of emotion.
The bright world they thought was about to arrive only lasted for a week.
Temperatures have begun to rise, continuing at a rate of 10 degrees Celsius per day.
Some people are looking forward to returning to the past, while others are starting to worry about the unusually rapid rise in temperature, feeling it's like an extreme cold snap, and they've begun to panic.
As temperatures rise, the water in the city, which had frozen into ice due to the extreme cold, begins to melt, and the frozen corpses slowly surface and begin to decompose.
Many residential areas are filled with the stench of corpses, and some apartment buildings are so stuffy that you can't even open your windows because the smell is so strong it's almost unbearable.
However, if the bodies are not dealt with, an epidemic could easily break out. Some communities have realized this problem and have begun to form cleanup teams to burn the bodies.
Some communities simply don't care. They no longer trust anyone and don't care about anything else; they just want to survive.
Most people who are unwilling to go out to do this experience experience significant psychological stress, often because they are afraid of seeing the person they are eating among them.
A major incident also occurred in the villa complex: the villa where supplies were stored was stolen.
This was discovered by Feng Xuanlang early this morning.
As the weather gets warmer, Feng Xuanlang has chosen to go for a run in the morning, and this is his third day doing so.
Unexpectedly, when passing by the villa where supplies were stored, the paper clip on the gate was missing; most people wouldn't even notice it. The clip would fall off whenever the gate was opened; this was a precautionary design by Feng Xuanlang.
However, he discovered it today. He went to check several other villas where supplies were stored, and they all showed signs of being opened. It seems that "rats" have appeared here.
Feng Xuanlang first found Yuewu and retrieved the surveillance footage from last night. He saw two suspicious figures constantly moving between several villas, and the place they eventually returned to was Zhang Dahui's house.
You don't even need to see their face to know who the thief is.
Feng Xuanlang and Yue Wu arrived at Zhang Dahui's house. Only their mother was home, having gotten up and was making breakfast.
Seeing Feng Xuanlang and Yue Wu arrive early in the morning, the old woman hurriedly greeted them and prepared to add more water and rice to the pot. Feng Xuanlang quickly stopped her and told her to wake up the two brothers, as they had something to say.
Upon hearing the serious tone, the old woman's heart skipped a beat. She knew something was wrong; her good-for-nothing second son must have done something again.
Although she was very reluctant, she didn't dare to delay and kept wiping her hands on her apron as she walked into the house.
A few minutes later, Zhang Dahui appeared with his face covered in water droplets, while Zhang Erhui dawdled and refused to come downstairs.
Although Zhang Dahui didn't know what was going on, he could tell from the situation that it was definitely not a good thing. He shouted upstairs, "Zhang Erhui, if you don't come down, I'll kick you down right now. Try me if you don't believe me."
Soon, a series of "clattering" sounds came from downstairs, and Zhang Erhui finally appeared, looking pale and sickly.
"Is there anything you don't understand?" Zhang Dahui immediately roared, "Tell me, what have you done this time?"
"I...I didn't...I didn't do anything." Zhang Erhui lowered his head, not daring to look up.
Zhang Dahui kicked Zhang Erhui in the stomach, sending Zhang Erhui crashing to the ground on his buttocks. His first words weren't "Ouch, that hurts," but rather, "Mom, save me! My brother's going to kill me!"
The old woman standing to the side hesitated, both worried and heartbroken, and really didn't know what excuse to use to stop him.
Meanwhile, Zhang Dahui had already begun his thorough "care" for his younger brother.
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