"The sci-fi movie 'Earth Saves Itself' has become a reality! We will all be destroyed."
It all started with a small thing: the death of a bird, then the destruction of a forest by fire, and the extinction of a species...
"Everyone will die! But the Earth will be reborn! But people will not."
"Heavens, Earth, Mother, we are all your children, please have mercy!"
Fearful, repentant, lost, frantic, kneeling and weeping uncontrollably...
The people inside the underground city were howling.
The people inside the houses on the ground were filled with worry.
The house has limited structural strength. If we keep smashing it like this, will it collapse?
If the house collapses, will they be crushed to death?
Those living in the park shacks are currently suffering a devastating blow.
The hailstones came crashing down, and the shack was no match for them.
Jiang Zhi got up, lifted the black plastic sheet covering the window, and vigorously wiped the glass. Gradually, specks of red color spread into the silvery world.
The tiny mosquitoes on Earth cannot withstand the ravages of wind and rain. They risk their lives to feed on blood, only to be slapped to death.
"We will definitely survive, right?" Wang Wan asked solemnly after absorbing half of the green crystal's energy.
Jiang Zhi turned around, remaining silent and not answering his question.
This world is full of unknowns, and no one knows what will happen.
Even Jiang Zhi herself didn't know if she could survive until the polar night.
So what if she's reborn? The Earth won't stop its natural disasters just because she's reborn, and the mutated animals won't stop attacking her just because she's reborn.
She could die at any moment, either from natural disasters or man-made calamities.
So...can she really remain unscathed?
Unless you stay in that space forever and never come out.
Is this possible?
She couldn't do it if she asked herself honestly.
Wang Wan received no answer. He lowered his head, looked at the crystal in his hand, and suddenly felt an urge to cry.
Is there no going back?
She walked over and sat down next to him, silently keeping him company.
The porridge was bubbling away in the pot. Jiang Zhi put the plastic sheeting back on the window and stirred the porridge with a spoon.
"Let's eat. This hailstorm won't destroy this building." Jiang Zhi took her bowl, ladled out some porridge, and drank it, her indifference as if she didn't belong to this world.
Yan Zhi nodded, went downstairs and brought up her and Wang Wan's rice bowls. Like Jiang Zhi, they also used metal lunch boxes.
This box has a lid, can be used for cooking, and is lightweight, making it much better than plastic or ceramic containers.
Jiang Zhi hadn't used this before; considering the need to conceal her identity, she naturally chose the one that was hardest to find fault with.
As for Wanfu, Jiang Zhi prepared a stainless steel basin for it, filled it with more than half a basin of porridge, and Wanfu was not picky about food, eating it in silence.
By evening, the hail finally stopped, and another night of wind and snow ensued.
The next morning, the traces of hail were buried by snow, and beneath that snow lay countless corpses.
The temperature was too low, so Jiang Zhi stayed at home, unaware that she and Wang Wan were downstairs.
"Attention all survivors at the base! Attention all survivors! A large number of survivors froze to death in the community last night. All surviving survivors must protect yourselves. The base canteen is open today and will provide lunch. All survivors are welcome to go to the canteen for a meal."
Zhou Heng struggled through the snow carrying a megaphone. He finally managed to get out of the snow only to find that the entrance to Jiang Zhi's apartment building was blocked by snow.
Helpless, he had to use a shovel to clear the snow, but no one came down from the building to help him.
More than half an hour later, he was finally able to go upstairs.
Jiang Zhi touched the thermometer on the wall and found that it had been frozen and broken.
The situation is very serious.
The new thermometer shows the room temperature is minus ten degrees Celsius.
"Jiang Zhi, are you alright?" Zhou Heng knocked on the door. Last night's snowstorm caused the temperature to drop to minus sixty degrees Celsius. Many people at the base died in their sleep. The base is now organizing a search.
"He's not dead yet."
Hearing the cold voice coming from inside, Zhou Heng breathed a sigh of relief. His legs were numb from walking all the way.
After the door opened, Jiang Zhi filled Zhou Heng's copper kettle with fresh boiling water.
This copper kettle is a hot water bottle. Zhou Heng got it by chance while sweeping through the supermarket. He filled it with boiling water, put a cotton cover over it, and put it in his pocket.
Having a heat source will make it less uncomfortable.
"When I came here, Director Zhang gave me a task: to take you to sweep the buildings. We don't care about the living people in this building, but the supplies of the dead are yours. However, you have to help me carry people."
"..." Jiang Zhi was speechless.
"Call those two downstairs."
"Them?" Zhou Heng asked, puzzled.
"My teammate."
Jiang Zhi casually put on a black woolen hood; bank robbers on TV always wear this kind of hood.
She found it in the clothing storage area last night. She tried it out and found it very convenient. It allows her eyes and mouth to be exposed, which greatly protects her facial skin.
Then I put on a mink hat, a turtleneck sweater, and a scarf, and my coat was still that super thick black down jacket.
She has ten identical down jackets so that she won't arouse suspicion when she changes them.
I was wearing thermal underwear under my sweater, and I had hand warmers on my socks. I even got my snow boots in a larger size, otherwise they wouldn't fit.
With her Tang sword at her waist and a backpack on her back, Jiang Zhi closed the door and said to Zhou Heng, "Let's go."
Zhou Heng was completely bewildered by Jiang Zhi's wig.
"You're all armed from head to toe, I thought you were going to rob a bank."
"As long as it's practical, who cares about everything else?"
Jiang Zhi turned her head away.
Just as they reached the sixth floor, Yan Zhi and Wang Wan also came out fully armed, though not as exaggeratedly as Jiang Zhi.
“Boss, your wig is so fashionable!” Wang Wan poked Jiang Zhi’s cheek.
"I'd like to get one if I have the chance in the future."
"Yes, this way your face won't get sores." Yan Zhi nodded seriously.
Only two households lived on the sixth and seventh floors, so under Zhou Heng's leadership, they started their raid from the fifth floor.
Fifteen people lived in the two doors on the fifth floor. Six of them died. Zhou Heng told them to move the bodies to the open space downstairs, where someone would take them away later.
The snow removal team started working early in the morning, and after they finished removing the snow, someone would come to transport and carry the body.
The base strictly forbids keeping corpses. What would you do with them? Eat them?
Five people lived in one apartment on the fourth floor; all of them survived, but were on the verge of death. Zhou Heng told them to go to the base's canteen for a meal, but they refused to move.
Their fate was predictable soon afterward.
The other family of four were all dead, all dressed only in their undergarments. Zhou Heng and Wang Wan carried the bodies, making four trips in total.
The corpse was frozen stiff, clumsy and heavy.
There were no supplies inside, as if it had been ransacked. Recalling the neighbor's family, who were on their deathbeds and refused to go to the canteen for meals, it seemed that their house had been robbed.
The third floor also yielded no supplies whatsoever; the bodies were even stripped naked.
The frozen, bluish-purple corpse lay curled up on the wooden board, its face contorted in a grotesque expression.
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