Sun Jingtao lived on a high floor, so he didn't feel it very clearly.
But the remaining owners who participated in the "rights protection" almost all slept on the floor in the corridor downstairs, and they felt it very strongly.
They couldn't spend every day in the future in panic and vomiting when they saw the rotting corpses, so they raised their hands and voted against it unanimously.
3202 was empty, but it was adjacent to Jiang Yan's living room, and Sun Jingtao was afraid that it would have a bad impact on her.
Others were more afraid of Jiang Yan than he was.
If the other party was unhappy with this handling method, it was not impossible for her to come out and shoot him with a bullet.
As for He Chunmei's house, it was obviously habitable, so they couldn't put people in it.
They simply moved the corpses and body parts to the 31st floor first, thinking that when they found kerosene, they would burn them all.
Anyway, it was raining heavily outside every day, and the power had been out for a long time, so they didn't have to worry about fires on the floors.
In addition, when Ye Qing tortured Guan Sanqiang before, he explained that Liu Dahong and his party had stored several 1000 ml barrels of kerosene in the supplies on the 17th floor.
Although the bodies were only to be stored temporarily for a few days, the four households on the 31st floor were clearly opposed.
However, they also heard and even secretly witnessed the tragic events upstairs through the cracks in the door. In the end, apart from saying something like "hurry up and handle it, otherwise you will be in trouble", they could only let it go.
Most of the blood stains on the floor tiles and walls on the 32nd floor had dried up.
The running water had been stopped for a long time, and there was no way to wash the floor or anything.
Sun Jingtao simply went to He Chunmei's bathroom to find a dirty cotton mop, stretched it out of the window and wet it with rain water, and simply mopped the corridor.
The mop was soon stained red with blood.
Ye Qing went directly to tear off the sheets of the master bedroom in He Chunmei's house, followed Sun Jingtao's wet mop, fixed it with his feet, and wiped off the blood stains. The
blood stains on the floor tiles were obviously much less, but the entire corridor on the 32nd floor still looked like hell on earth at a glance.
Su Dai, who had been carefully hiding in the house and observing the outside, also opened the door and came out.
The scene seen from the cat's eye is obviously different from the shock of smelling the pungent bloody smell in person.
Su Dai covered her mouth with her hand and retched. She wanted to turn back, but seeing her husband still busy and nervous in the pool of blood, she gritted her teeth and endured the discomfort and walked towards her husband quickly.
The couple hugged each other tightly without saying a word as if they had survived a disaster.
Everyone ate a mouthful of dog food for no reason, and their stomachs, which had been hungry for a long time, were full in an instant.
Even those who lost their wives in the blood mosquito incident have begun to silently miss the yellow-faced woman who was nagging and had a bad temper but cooked delicious food.
"Brother Tao, what should we do now?" Seeing Su Dai's head popping out of Sun Jingtao's arms with tears in her eyes, the gentle man with glasses asked.
His name is Tian Jiliang, and he was previously an investor in a local listed company in Anming.
The leaderless people also looked at Sun Jingtao with confusion and hope like headless flies.
"It's okay, everyone goes back to their own homes and finds their own mothers." Sun Jingtao lowered his eyes and glanced at his wife who was full of worry, and said slowly.
Previously, he had to rush to the front because of the emergency and the principle.
But now, after experiencing the real feeling of life and death again, he just wants to go home and reunite with his wife.
As for the leader, he really has no interest in that.
Everyone looked at each other for a second: "."
"Brother Tao, why don't we strike while the iron is hot and find Liu Dahong's material warehouse, be careful of the night and dreams." Ye Qing glanced at everyone with a cold look and suddenly said.
He is not a talkative person in his daily life.
But he knows a lot of things in his heart.
Everyone at the scene has heard about the property's private storage of materials.
If they don't go now, it is possible that someone will go there secretly later. Anyway,
the people in the building have nothing now, and what they have the most is time.
If they go down floor by floor, they will always find it.
The others reacted instantly after hearing this: "Yes, yes, Brother Tao, supplies are important, take us there!"
There is no impenetrable wall in the world.
People's hearts are unpredictable on weekdays, let alone in this doomsday environment.
I don't know when the rainstorm will stop. With a little more supplies, there is a little more hope of survival.
Although everyone is having a hard time now, and many people even want to die.
But when it comes to the real death, who can face it easily and calmly?
And today, they risked their lives to kill several people from the property.
No matter how you count it, the first to get the moon near the water, and the flowers and trees facing the sun are easy to spring.
The first contributors to receiving supplies are all themselves.
Sun Jingtao listened to Ye Qing's words and pondered for a second.
"Go, husband, I think Xiaoye is right." Su Dai saw her husband frowning and couldn't help but persuade him.
Sun Jingtao frowned and thought for a few seconds, then sighed and said, "Well."
A team of people quickly found the 17th floor where the property stored supplies.
The door lock was quickly pried open.
When the door was opened, everyone was stunned.
Liu Dahong had obviously lied to Jiang Yan.
Fortunately, the latter was smart and didn't fall for it.
The so-called warehouse of supplies actually only took up most of the bedroom.
There were six boxes of canned bread, eight boxes of bagged sugar, twenty boxes of braised beef flavored instant noodles, five boxes of dehydrated beef jerky, ten boxes of canned meat, eight boxes of dehydrated vegetables, seven boxes of dehydrated fruits, eight boxes of compressed biscuits, and thirty small bottles of drinking mineral water.
There were also some instant rice, Snickers and self-heating hot pots left, which had long been leaking and spoiled in the high temperature.
Everyone was a little indignant, and they wanted to pull Liu Dahong and others up and whip their corpses.
The property people would rather let these supplies go bad here than hide them secretly. They were really black-hearted and cruel.
After all, when the temperature was high underground before, they were so short of water that they had to drink urine.
Sun Jingtao scanned
the supplies and said, "I personally suggest that we give a portion to Miss Jiang in 3201, and the rest should be divided equally among all of us. How about that?
After all, if she hadn't been here today, many things wouldn't have ended the way they are now."
The others were naturally unwilling, because that would mean that they would get even less.
After all, there are many people in their family, with old and young people, all of whom are crying for food.
And Miss Jiang, it's obvious from her complexion that she has no shortage of food and clothing, and the whole family won't care if she is full.
But as Sun Jingtao said, the reason why they were able to win and get the supplies was actually inseparable from Jiang Yan.
And among the people at the scene, Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing were the best fighters, and they were obviously on the same front.
So no matter how many people had opinions, no one dared to speak up to object.
Tian Jiliang raised his hand and pushed his glasses, and said with a worried look:
"Brother Tao, I agree with this division. But I see that although she is wearing a mask to cover her face today, her complexion and condition are obviously different from ours.
The family should be well prepared, and probably has everything. She doesn't look down on these ordinary supplies."
"Yeah, I guess she won't want them. I haven't even heard of these food brands." The others also nodded in agreement.
Sun Jingtao didn't wait for them to finish, and raised his hand to interrupt:
"Whether she wants it or not is her business, but whether to give it, and whether to show our feelings and attitude, is our business." (End of this chapter)
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