Chapter 236 Chapter 236 Heavy Fog
"Dear citizens, please note that due to the red fog, the city has already set up shelters at the Xinjian Road Gymnasium and the Xingkai District underground air-raid shelter..."
The broadcast sounded five times before it faded away. The quiet old community suddenly became lively, and residents talked about the government's intention of setting up the shelter.
"Dad, did you say we should go to the shelter?"
Zong Kangping was a little confused.
They had enough food and drink at home, and their father had special abilities, so there seemed no need for them to seek refuge in a shelter.
But no one can be sure how long this strange red fog will last, will it be one or two months, or one or two years?
If it's the former, they can still survive by relying on the daily supplies they've stockpiled at home. But if it's the latter, they'll run out of food and eventually die at home.
It will be difficult to get a special car to pick you up at that time.
Now or Never
Zhang Shuhui was also very hesitant. This matter might affect the future of the whole family, and she couldn't make a decision for the time being.
He Junxia said decisively: "Let's go to the shelter."
Zong Kangping: "Why?"
He Junxia: "Building a shelter is such a hassle. The government wouldn't do such a thing unless it was absolutely necessary. Plus, there's strength in numbers. A large group living together gives us more confidence to fight monsters."
He glanced at the two children and said, "Pengpeng and Jiajia should have some playmates. Staying at home all day is going to make them stupid."
Zong Kangping and Zhang Shuhui fell into deep thought.
What my father/father-in-law said makes sense.
If monsters and giant birds were so easy to deal with, the government could just kill them directly and there would be no need to go through the trouble of building shelters.
It’s not like I have too much money to spend.
Therefore, the emergence of the shelter can only mean one thing - the government has determined that the red fog will not disappear in a short time, and monsters and giant birds will seriously threaten human normal life.
In a sense, humans have temporarily lost the war against alien creatures.
The further we go back, the more dangerous it becomes.
The two adults nodded in unison, "Okay, we'll pack up soon and take the bus to the shelter tomorrow."
The living environment is almost the same, but the shelter should be protected by the army and police. It is definitely safer than the old community where they live, and they don’t have to worry all the time.
But a new problem arises.
Because the old community is located at the junction of two shelters, both shelters will send special vehicles to pick up people tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
Which one should they choose?
Air-raid shelter or the third primary school?
Zhang Shuhui was the first to speak: "Let's go to the shelter converted from the air-raid shelter. The air-raid shelter is safer underground."
The air-raid shelter is a military facility built by the local government many years ago to defend against air raids. Its security level is far higher than that of an ordinary primary school.
Moreover, two years ago, there was news that a student in a local primary school fell to his death due to aging and rusting guardrails.
Although the school where the accident occurred was not the Third Primary School, the bid for several primary schools in the city was basically won by the same construction company, which makes it hard not to doubt the safety of the schools.
He Junxia fully agrees with this.
Even if Zhang Shuhui didn't say it, he would have taken the initiative to bring it up. After all, the safety level of the air-raid shelter and the school is very different.
However, not everyone shared the same idea as them. Liu Yangrong's family in Room 302, Building 5, made a completely opposite choice - they wanted to go to the shelter converted from the Third Primary School.
The reason is simple.
The air-raid shelter was built more than 80 years ago. Its safety cannot be guaranteed. It is hidden underground with no fresh air and is full of ants, insects and snakes.
Relatively speaking, the school is more spacious, and it will be more convenient to escape even if there is a problem with the shelter in the future.
Of course, in addition to these two different options, there is also a large number of people who plan to stay at home and wait and see.
What if the fog dissipates in a few days?
It’s so troublesome to go through so much trouble.
As for which of the three options is right and which is wrong, only time can give an accurate answer.
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"Residents preparing to go to the air-raid shelters, please go downstairs in an orderly manner and line up at the exit of the anti-fog passage..."
A huge loudspeaker sounded from downstairs, and the residents who had already made their choices came downstairs one after another carrying large and small bags.
He Junxia walked in front, Zong Kangping walked at the back, Zhang Shuhui and the two children walked in the middle, and the family soon arrived at the exit on the first floor.
There was still a lot of debris piled up in front of the small iron gate, but it was not completely blocked. It was still the same as when He Junxia left yesterday.
However, the gap in the iron gate was too small, only enough for one person to walk sideways, and the suitcases and bags in their hands could not be squeezed out at all.
"You two should take a few steps back first."
He Junxia put down the bag in his hand, picked up all the sundries piled in front of the door and placed them horizontally beside the stairs, clearing out a small space.
The sound of moving debris was quite loud, with the iron shelves and wood colliding with each other and making a clanging sound, which also formed a small echo in the empty corridor.
But this time no one said anything unpleasant, only a pair of sinister and frightened eyes watched everything silently.
Song Hongxuan was going crazy.
Ever since the old man said that yesterday, his family has been unable to speak and can only sob.
Is he going to be mute for the rest of his life?
Song Hongxuan hated the damn old man so much that from yesterday to today, he cursed him in his heart all the time, hoping that he would die suddenly, and it must be the most painful death.
But when the old man appeared again, he was scared. Not only did he not dare to insult the other party as arrogantly as he did yesterday, he even didn't dare to breathe loudly.
Who knows what strange magic the old man can do?
Rather than being a dead mute, Song Hongxuan would rather be a living mute.
But when he thought that he might never be able to speak again after the old man took his family away, he felt very unwilling.
What's more, he hasn't made the old immortal pay the price yet!
The young man stared fiercely at the two children in the stairwell through the peephole, and a brilliant idea came to his mind.
Maybe he could suddenly open the door and catch the old immortal grandchildren, and then threaten him to remove the spell on him.
He will make this family suffer once the spell is lifted!
With this thought in mind, Song Hongxuan quietly pressed the door handle and was ready to go.
Now is the time!
Um?
Song Hongxuan pressed the door handle down hard, but was horrified to find that the door could not be opened at all, as if there was an opposing force preventing him from doing so.
The door is broken?
Or is there something blocking the door?
Song Hongxuan stood on tiptoe and looked into the blurry cat's eye. There were only two children and a woman in front of the door, and no one was blocking his door.
What's going on?
A terrifying guess suddenly popped up in Song Hongxuan's mind. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his face turned pale.
"Thump, thump, thump"
The young man subconsciously stepped back away from the security door and swallowed hurriedly.
That's impossible.
It's impossible for the old man to be the worm in his heart, so how could he know what he wants to do.
Song Hongxuan was a little wrong.
Although He Junxia was not a worm in his stomach and did not have the ability to read minds, he knew that it was better to take precautions before it happened.
It was obvious that the two families had a grudge against each other, and he was not a fool, so he naturally would not stand in front of the other party's door defenselessly.
Otherwise, if a young man in his early twenties impulsively became murderous and suddenly opened the door and attacked someone with a knife, he might not be able to protect the two children.
It's so unfair to get hurt.
So let's give the other party some leniency.
He Junxia's keen hearing picked up the movement behind the door of Room 102. A sneer crossed her lips. Half a month was still too short.
"Okay, let's go."
He opened the door, picked up his bag and walked out. Zhang Shuhui followed closely with her two children. Zong Kangping, who was walking at the end, quickly closed the iron gate.
Whether you leave or stay, you cannot affect the lives of other neighbors.
Song Hongxuan, who was hiding in Room 102, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of the door closing. He sat on the sofa for a long time before carefully getting up and opening the door.
"Click"
The security door that had been impossible to open before was opened.
Song Hongxuan was still holding the door open. He looked at the security door with a gap in disbelief, his heart pounding.
He seemed to be in real trouble.
I closed the door tremblingly and sat on the worn sofa, all kinds of horrific deaths I had seen in novels constantly emerging in my mind.
He is only twenty years old, he doesn't want to die!
“Mmmmm…”
Song Hongxuan was so frightened by his own imagination that everything he saw seemed like an unexpected event that was going to kill him in the TV series "Final Destination".
Little did he know that He Junxia had already forgotten about him.
In other words, from the beginning to the end, He Junxia never took him seriously, let alone risking someone's life for a small verbal dispute.
He's not crazy.
I can only say that this time some people are judging others by their own standards.
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"Cough, cough, cough..."
Because some time was wasted in moving the debris, when He Junxia and others arrived at the central entrance of the fog-proof passage, there was already a small team of neither short nor long.
There was a mother with a child in the queue who kept coughing, and the people behind her tacitly moved away.
It had been less than two months since the widespread outbreak of mushroom lung, and they had not yet forgotten that horrific disaster.
Zhang Shuhui grabbed her son's flailing hands and said, "What are you doing? You can't pull the mask off."
The serious voice with obvious anger made Zong Yipeng stop what he was doing immediately. The child said aggrievedly, "Mom, it's so hot."
Everyone in their family, both adults and children, wore double-layer masks. The moisture from breathing was trapped in the masks, which was indeed a bit stuffy.
But the situation is special now. Not to mention it’s just a little stuffy, as long as it’s not too hot or too stuffy, we have to weld the mask to our face.
If you accidentally get mushroom lung, you're done for.
The mushrooms growing in the red fog are all red poisonous mushrooms. The spores of ordinary mushrooms can kill so many people, and the spores of poisonous mushrooms are probably even worse.
Zhang Shuhui sighed.
She reached out and touched the two children's heads, her tone softening: "Be patient and take off your masks when we get to the shelter."
Zong Yipeng grumbled, but finally withdrew his hand and stopped making trouble. He knew that if he continued to make trouble, his mother would really beat him.
Zhang Lingjia stood obediently beside her mother without saying a word, but her eyes moved back and forth to scan the surrounding environment, and her eyes occasionally fell on the groups of red mushrooms in the corner.
"Alright, everyone, please get on the bus in order. Don't push or squeeze. Listen to my instructions. There are several buses outside that can accommodate all of you."
The staff responsible for maintaining order shouted at the top of their lungs, and the team moved forward slowly.
“Cough cough cough…”
The coughing was so annoying that it made people feel upset. Someone angrily yelled, "Can you please hold it in for a moment? You're coughing up so many bacteria! If you can infect others, you'll need treatment!"
The coughing sound suddenly disappeared.
The atmosphere in the anti-fog passage suddenly became quiet.
Countless eyes were cast towards the protagonist of the voice. The mother holding the child covered her mouth awkwardly, her eyes dodging, trying hard to suppress the itch in her throat.
But she was clearly wearing a mask.
"Hey, let's go, don't just stand there."
After a long time, someone finally broke the awkward atmosphere and the stagnant team continued to move forward.
However, a pathological cough cannot be suppressed just by trying. During this time, there were occasional coughs, and he was obviously trying to keep the sound down.
The man who started yelling at me still insisted, "What bad luck! You're sick and you still want to cause trouble for others. Can't you just stay home?"
"I'm sorry, I'll hold back next time."
The woman who was called out on the spot was very embarrassed and ashamed. She lowered her head as if she wanted to bury herself in the ground.
The little girl beside her glared at the man angrily: "My mother is wearing a mask, what's it to you?"
"Brother, you're being a bit harsh. People coughing with masks on doesn't affect you, and the government hasn't said sick people can't go to shelters."
A girl with a bun and a pink suitcase also stepped forward and said, "If you dislike me, just go home and stop acting crazy."
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