Neighbor Threats
Jiang Miao curled the corner of his mouth. He had no interest in this kind of idiot who didn't know his own limitations. He didn't even want to practice with him.
Just as I was planning to collect the bodies at night, I saw Yan Jiaqing running up. He must have heard the noise and came over to see what was going on.
"Don't touch him." Jiang Miao opened the door a little bit: "This man attempted to rob the house but failed. I will handle it myself."
Yan Jiaqing looked at the big man and went downstairs without saying much. It was his grandmother who heard the noise and asked him to come up and take a look.
Jiang Miao closed the door and went to the bathroom to take a shower to wash off the sweat. In such hot weather, the air conditioner worked from morning to night and the indoor temperature was still over 40 degrees. It was so hot that she decided to indulge in a little luxury and add two more air-conditioning fans to cool down when the weather was over 70 degrees in the future.
In such extreme weather, Jiang Miao's principle for exercise and training is moderation. Otherwise, if an accident happens, she will be alone at home and no one can come to rescue her.
The perceived body temperature dropped to thirty-three, which was considered warm and comfortable before doomsday. Jiang Miao turned on a well-known foreign comedy variety show, took out the chilled crayfish and ice cola that he had made at home, and had a comfortable dinner.
After she had eaten and drunk her fill, she opened the door and walked outside with the garbage.
The person must have died.
Being electrocuted and staying in the hot and unventilated corridor for so long.
Jiang Miao specially divided out a space in the space for transferring corpses, then walked to the corpse storage pickup truck opposite the community and passed by quickly.
"What's that sound?" The volunteers had ice patches on their heads and backs of their necks, but they were still able to work in the night weather of over 50 degrees Celsius.
"Stop wandering around. Have you finished cleaning up this place? If you have, let's leave. If Lao Wang from Team X3 gets there first, we'll have to wait until they finish burning everything before we can start burning anything else."
"People die every day. Now I see no difference between the dead and those who buy pork."
"Who says it's not?"
——The pickup truck was piled up into a mountain of corpses. The body of a middle-aged man was gently smashed into it and blended into the surroundings.
In September and October, some people who were still full of expectations described the temperature as the "autumn tiger". It is not surprising that the "autumn tiger" is hotter than the natural temperature, but the temperature will definitely drop in November and December. It is impossible for the winter to be so hot!
October has passed, and three months have passed since the high temperature. During these three months, countless deaths have occurred around the world. Jiang Miao looked at a malicious murder case downstairs and silently drew the curtains.
Three months is enough for the stockpiled goods at home to be used up. Some people act alone and are ruthless, targeting lone walkers; some people rob in groups of three or five, only caring about themselves and not others; some people join gangs, looking down on the powerful and treating human life as worthless.
Under the threat of high temperatures, humans' biological clocks have been completely adjusted, sleeping during the day and going out at night. The darkness covers up evil and secretly ferments in countless cities.
"Fuck, electric fence, this little beauty has some skills and can even get the electric fence, third brother, throw a piece of cloth up there and try."
"Brother, there's electricity!"
"It's been a power outage for so long, but this thing still has power. This is crazy."
"What should we do? Should we go and settle the score with her?"
"Of course I'm looking for her! Brother Qiang said he came to check out this place, but she disappeared for unknown reasons. Who else should I look for if not her?"
Jiang Miao was eating Thai hotpot in the room, which was sour and spicy and appetizing.
Shortly after entering the night, a voice came from the door: "Beauty! I'm your neighbor on the seventh floor, are you home?"
Jiang Miao felt a little comfortable after eating and drinking, but he ignored it and turned on the projector to play a movie about the end of the world, wanting to see if he could learn any new ideas.
“Beauty! Beauty!” The guy on the seventh floor shouted for more than ten minutes but no one paid any attention to him. He couldn’t help but get angry and said, “This bitch only knows how to hide at home and enjoy a good life! I remember we robbed a telescope and brought it back. Let’s go up to 1201 of the building and see if this bitch is dead or not!”
The Lanwan community has been thoroughly searched by the owner of 6-701 and his gangsters, and he seems to be the bully of the community.
But unfortunately, 6-1201 is like a fortress and no one can break through the electric fence. I heard from the guy downstairs that Zhang Qiang was electrocuted to death by the electric fence.
After thinking for a while, Wen Meng said, "Bring Yan Jiaqing along. Damn, in such a big community, few people have seen her."
Without further ado, he and the third brother carried the people and hurried over to Building 1.
The weather was too hot for strenuous exercise, so Jiang Miao only familiarized himself with the basic sword moves at home and did not continue. During dinner, he continued watching the doomsday movie he had not finished, eating a sashimi platter while watching it.
When Jiang Miao saw the protagonists and others fleeing to the basement to avoid the explosion, she seemed to be thinking about something. She wondered if it was because she was too obsessed with the anti-radiation suit that she had not obtained. She had been back for so long and had never thought of finding other ways to avoid nuclear radiation!
The thought made her heart beat faster, and she immediately checked the many escape tips, wilderness survival guides and other learning materials she had downloaded. Unfortunately, nuclear radiation protection is only necessary in a few countries, and at least in the Chinese market, there are very few books on this subject.
However, although there are few, it does not mean that there are none in the city library.
Jiang Miao thought of the heavy rain and flood next year, which would sink all the houses below the 8th floor in Ancheng underwater, with corpses, garbage, countless books, and even some ancient calligraphy and paintings floating in the water.
It seems necessary to make a trip to the city library. Even if no books or documents about radiation are found there, putting them into space can be regarded as leaving a spark for human civilization.
Now the temperature at night is getting higher and higher. Jiang Miao decided to wait until the temperature drops before going out to collect the things in the city library and museum. These things are the crystallization of mankind's glorious civilization. It would be a pity to let them become waste in the flood.
The other side 1-1201.
The owner, Fu Hui, was originally the president of a listed company, but after the natural disaster, all his money, ability, and social status became plundered resources. In the doomsday, only the hard fist is the truth.
"There's nothing strange on the other side." Fu Hui racked his brains, trying to get these evil guys out of the house as soon as possible. His wife and children were still hiding in the storage room, trembling and afraid to come out.
"By the way, her house is of good quality. When it was hailstorming, the floor of my house almost collapsed, but her suites on the second floor were still standing safely in place."
Wen Meng took a telescope and looked up. Under the bright moonlight, he could indeed see the outline of a house.
"This woman is really weird. Could it be that she got the news from the higher-ups and knew about the natural disaster in advance?"
Yan Jiaqing was stunned when he heard this, and then quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, her family renovated the house in April and May. It was a big deal and the house was almost demolished." In fact, he also knew that the upstairs building was doomed and there was a flushing toilet, but before his grandmother died, she told him not to cause trouble for others, so he didn't say anything.
In Grandma Yan's opinion, a little girl who can live a self-sufficient life with water and electricity in the doomsday must either have an exceptional background or be exceptionally capable. In any case, she is someone that his silly grandson cannot afford to offend.
But who could have imagined that before she died, she earnestly taught him not to tell others about the water upstairs. This grandson did not dare to do anything except this one thing which his grandmother had clearly instructed him not to do, but he did everything else.
Wen Meng gnashed his teeth in hatred. The house was already renovated in advance, maybe she really knew something and made advance preparations: "Fuck, if that's the case, her family must not have to worry about food and clothing. Look at the power grid hanging at the door, they are not afraid of wasting electricity at all, they must have a generator or something like that at home!"
The third child was jealous: "It's really nice to be able to live so comfortably in the apocalypse!"
It has to be said that Yan Jiaqing, Wen Meng, Lao San and Fu Hui who were present all showed envy in their eyes, but the one who was quick-witted was the president.
"She's a girl, so even if she wants to stock up on food, she'll definitely stock up according to her own appetite. For a man, the amount she eats will be half off. The more people who go, the less food each person gets."
Wen Meng thought about it, this is true, but there is an electric fence clearly connected to the woman's door, so she must have more than one self-protection tool at home.
After listening to Brother Qiang's tragic story, Fu Hui thought for a while: "The power grid is relatively easy to deal with. The main thing is the anti-theft door that Xiaoyan mentioned. It seems a bit difficult to deal with."
A few people got together to discuss and finalized a plan that was relatively feasible, but Fu Hui was not so willing to do so.
"How can she, a woman, have the heart to do this to a child?" Wen Meng half-deceived and half-threatened: "You also said that the fewer people who know about this, the better it is for us. If you don't want to go and want to withdraw, we can't let you leak the news alive."
Faced with the threat, Fu Hui had no choice but to agree and let them go back and do some ideological work on his wife and son, and also teach him how to deceive the girl over there.
Wen Meng is very experienced in using the sympathy of little girls to trick them into opening the door.
After a few days, Jiang Miao made a curve chart based on the temperature of these days. The temperature only stayed at 79℃ for about two weeks, and then slowly dropped. It is now fluctuating between 75 and 77℃.
The temperature difference between night and day is 15 to 20℃. If Jiang Miao wants to go out to the library to look for information, he has to wait until the temperature at night is below 50℃ so that his body will not suffer any accidents due to the severe high temperature when going out.
"Help! Help! I'm so scared wu ...
Very suddenly, a cry for help was heard from the silent door, and it sounded like a little boy's voice.
"Stop." Jiang Miao appeared at the door wearing a mask and a baseball cap, and saw the two young men who appeared at the door a few days ago forcing the child to move over here.
The corridor was poorly ventilated. Wen Meng wiped the sweat off his head and rubbed his hands, glaring at her fiercely: "What are you looking at? What's your business when I teach my son a lesson?"
Fuck, even the bully in his neighborhood can’t fill his stomach every meal, but this woman looks like she’s living a really comfortable life!
The little boy wanted to touch the iron gate but didn’t dare. He cried miserably, “Sister, save me! They are not my father. They want to kill me and eat my flesh. My mother has also been captured by them!”
In just a few words, the information is conveyed haltingly.
Jiang Miao leaned against the door frame with a bit of interest: "Oh, kill the child farther away, and don't let the blood splatter on my doorstep. I'm too lazy to clean it up."
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