Outside the tent, Xiao Jin simply moved a table and chair from the library to serve as a dining table, and placed another hanging lamp on a fixed plant shelf on the wall.
In this way, a simple little shelter was prepared.
Because the tent is far from the windows, even if there is a light, it will not attract the attention of people outside. When hungry, you can take out the packaged food from inside the space, and when bored, you can take the lamp and climb up and down the bookshelf to find a book to read.
The library has no shortage of books.
Moreover, the space here is large; simply moving the tables and chairs around can create a lot of room, making it convenient for running, practicing swordsmanship, or practicing boxing.
Today is the fourth day of the game.
Xiao Jin had a very comfortable time in the library these past two days. During this time, the concentration of acid rain increased further, and the toxic gas that was spreading at all times meant that Xiao Jin had to wear a protective mask even indoors.
The duration of rainfall has also increased from the initial twenty minutes or an hour to half a day or even more than ten hours now.
The acid rain that's currently falling started at 3 a.m. yesterday and only stopped at 4 p.m. this afternoon.
Xiao Jin didn't waste her time here these past two days. She read a lot of books, including a geographical log of Longjiang City. Xiao Jin gained a great deal of understanding of Longjiang's geographical features and historical processes.
Based on the previous world, the game's choice of landing point was not without reason; to be precise, it's impossible to give players a situation where they are guaranteed to die.
The world of Rainstorm is a beginner's world, so the system directly provides players with information about the safe spots in Xitai Mountain, while also including a small trap.
But if players want to find a safe place in this world again, they'll probably have to work hard on their own.
Considering the unique nature of acid rain, Xiao Jin focused his attention on the rocky mountains surrounding Longjiang City, specifically the locations of air-raid shelters.
The geographical log states that due to the war, Longjiang City did indeed have air-raid shelters of various sizes, including five small air-raid shelters in the city and one large air-raid shelter in the suburbs.
Xiao Jin's target was not in the city. Firstly, she couldn't compare to the locals in terms of familiarity with the area. She was afraid that before she could even find the air-raid shelter, it would already be crowded with locals, and there might not be enough room for everyone.
As for the large air-raid shelter in the suburbs, by comparing the information in the log with the above, Xiao Jin has successfully narrowed down the target to a general area.
If she wants to find the exact location, she will have to go and check it herself.
After storing the completed drawings in his spatial storage, Xiao Jin sat back down at the table. On the table was a small alcohol stove for one person, with the lid of the pot on the fire tightly closed, yet a spicy and fragrant aroma still wafted out from the gaps.
The small table was now covered with disposable lunch boxes, all filled with pre-washed and chopped hot pot ingredients.
Meat rolls, meatballs, green vegetables, mushrooms, duck intestines, pig brains, hot pot noodles, shrimp paste... each item is packed in a small box the size of a palm.
Xiao Jin specially ordered these from an old hot pot restaurant. The restaurant staff spent half a day cleaning, slicing, and packing them. Xiao Jin also bought several different flavors of broth from the restaurant.
It cost a little more money, but it was so convenient!
I don't know what bad luck I had, but I hardly ever saw the sun in the last world, and this world is still cloudy.
In the damp and cold environment, Xiao Jin couldn't resist the urge to eat hot pot. Luckily, she had everything she needed in her space, so she simply made the arrangements.
The water boils, and the bubbling red oil churns in the pot, with bright red chilies floating on top.
The first thing to do is to cook the meat.
Xiao Jin used disposable chopsticks to pick up the meat roll from the box and threw it into the pot without hesitation. The meat was cooked quickly. She picked up a large chopstick, coated it with a thick layer of sauce with sesame paste, and then stuffed it into her mouth with a slurp.
Before long, Xiao Jin's lips turned red, and a light sweat appeared on her forehead.
After finishing with the bok choy, the boxes on the table were almost empty. After tidying up the table, Xiao Jin took out a box of sliced ​​watermelon.
The watermelon is sweet and juicy, full of flesh, but with very few seeds.
Hmm? I think I heard a sound!
Just then, Xiao Jinsai's bulging lips suddenly stopped chewing, and her ears twitched.
Outside the library gate, five suspicious-looking unidentified figures stood there picking the lock. The lock, corroded by acid rain, broke easily with a light tap, and the chain and lock fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Damn it, be gentle!"
A muffled sound came from one of the unidentified objects. Xu Ming swung his bulky, wrapped arm and gave Mao Liu, who was picking the lock, a hard whack on the head.
Mao Liu covered his head and retreated to the back in embarrassment.
The person next to him said with some skepticism, "It can't be that bad, Xu Ming. There's no one around here right now. They're all either hiding in their homes or in the government-provided resettlement sites. It wouldn't matter if we made a little noise, would it?"
"Shang Fan, are you stupid? Aren't you afraid of the worst-case scenario? We stole official supplies to escape. What if we run into someone and get reported?"
"Besides, carrying so many supplies would attract too much attention. What if we get robbed? How are we going to survive the next few days!" Xu Ming roared in a low voice.
The others fell silent and nodded solemnly.
Mao Liu: "Um... isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to do this?"
Seeing everyone looking at him, Mao Liu shrank back and said, "No, what I mean is, we're leaving in three days. The official resettlement sites are safe and have hot meals. Why should we take advantage of the rain stopping to grab supplies and run out here?"
"What do you mean? We agreed on this before, why are you causing so much trouble now?" Xu Ming said angrily.
"Anyway, I don't want to stay in the resettlement site anymore. There are too many people inside, and the space is so small. If you fart at night, eight hundred people will know. If you want to leave, go back. No one will dare to stop you."
Upon hearing this, Mao Liu fell silent.
Leave? How do we leave?
They stole all the supplies, what are they going back for? To clean the toilets?
Mao Liu rolled his eyes at the thought of the stinky communal toilets.
"Hmph!" Xu Ming glared.
Shang Fan quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, things have come to this point, it's too late to leave even if you want to."
Mao Liu, I understand what you mean. Don't be fooled by the fact that the resettlement site seems safe on the surface. Having too many people isn't a good thing, and I don't think the resettlement site can withstand the acid rain that will come later.
"Didn't we say before that we'd find safe spots together to accumulate points to buy space items? How are you going to accumulate points if you just stay in the resettlement point?"
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