Jiang Ning never expected that not only did 1801 have a new resident, but also a young man who helped at the express delivery point.

The other party was slightly surprised, nodded to her and continued to work.

The man was handsome and cold, tall and thin, with muscles faintly visible under his clothes, and he felt extremely explosive.

Jiang Ning felt his scalp tingling, and hurried back to the room after saying hello.

This life is different. Not only did the typhoon come early, but there are also new neighbors.

Which normal person would install three stainless steel doors in a row?

It would be best if they could live in peace, but the necessary vigilance cannot be reduced. It is

true that the other party is brave and righteous, but after all, before the natural disaster, with the moral decline of the end of the world, who can guarantee that he will keep his original intention?

After locking the door, brushing teeth, washing up and eating breakfast, the sky was a little brighter but still very gloomy.

Jiang Ning stood on the balcony, the fierce typhoon kept hitting the wall, and the heavy rain made the explosion-proof glass crackle.

In just one night, the streets were flooded by rain, many cars were soaked, and the low-lying and fast-flowing areas were directly washed away by the flood.

The rain blocked the view, and the distance was gray and gloomy and unclear. The sky was getting darker and darker, like a pair of invisible dark hands, squeezing the entire city in the palm of its hand and crushing it hard...

Jiang Ning held a telescope and stood on the balcony to look down at the city. The city roads were all over the ocean, and the dark clouds were getting lower and lower. The water dragon whirled and connected the sky and the earth, spinning rapidly to draw in the rain, trees, cars, etc., as if to swallow up everything in the world...

Tornado!

Jiang Ning was shocked and watched helplessly as the tornado instantly cut off the viaduct, and lightning struck the trees and caused a fire, but it was soon extinguished by heavy rain.

Was there a tornado in my previous life?

Jiang Ning had no recollection, but she always felt that many things were different, and seemed to be developing in a worse direction.

The phone kept ringing with messages, and she turned off the Internet because she was annoyed by the noise, and went into the kitchen to wash and cut things. She

blanched the frozen chicken and duck feet to remove the blood, took out various seasonings to make brine, and it took a lot of time to process the pork and beef offal.

Jiang Ning had no appetite due to the excessive smoke, so she simply made tomato and egg noodles for lunch.

When she turned off the range hood, she vaguely heard the crying of a child.

She didn't care, packed up the garbage and threw it out the door, and just as she was about to go back to her room, she heard crying coming from next door. She

had only studied medicine for a year, and she was not even a novice, but she knew more than others, and the child's crying was not right.

After hesitating for a moment, she knocked on the door of Room 1801, "Doudou."

The three stainless steel doors were too thick. Jiang Ning knocked on the door for a long time but there was no response. Just as she turned around to leave, she heard the door click.

After a long struggle inside, she finally opened the door, revealing a timid look with tears all over her face. There was vomit at the corner of her mouth that had not been wiped clean, and her face was abnormally flushed.

"Why is Doudou crying?"

Jiang Ning touched her head, which was extremely hot and had clear snot constantly dripping out. This was a high fever from a cold.

"Where's your dad?"

"My brother is gone." The voice was hoarse with tears in it, and the little hand kept wiping tears, "My brother doesn't want Doudou anymore."

Also? It seems that she has been abandoned.

Looking at the three solid stainless steel doors, Jiang Ning touched her head and soothed her, "No, he may have gone out for something and will be back soon. How about going to his sister's house first?"

The five-year-old sick child was particularly afraid of unfamiliar environments, but she remembered her sister in front of her and nodded hesitantly.

After taking Doudou home and measuring her temperature, it was over 39 degrees. Jiang Ning found a cold medicine suitable for children, which contained antipyretic ingredients.

After feeding her the medicine, he wrote a sticky note and stuck it on the door of 1801 for fear that her parents would worry.

Listening to the roaring typhoon outside, Jiang Ning couldn't help but become curious about the neighbors. Wouldn't it be a death sentence to go out in this weather?

The typhoon was accompanied by thunder and lightning from time to time. The TV had no signal. Seeing Doudou curled up on the sofa, she was extremely frightened and uneasy.

Jiang Ning couldn't help but think of her childhood. She saw other children being loved by their parents, but she could only curl up in bed and cry with her pillow when she was sick. She felt abandoned by the whole world.

She didn't know how to take care of the child, so she could only take out her tablet and play the downloaded cartoons for Doudou.

The cartoons were really attractive, and the listless Doudou became more energetic.

Jiang Ning sat next to her and browsed her phone. Several avatars flashed, including Yang Weicong.

"Aning, I had a bad attitude yesterday, please don't be angry."

"I was looking forward to you coming to celebrate my birthday, but you didn't come, so I was so disappointed..."

He looked like a decent person, but I didn't expect that his bones were so soft. He couldn't hold on after just one night.

That's right. There are so many people celebrating his birthday. There should be seven or eight people still at home. The party was all snacks, beer and cakes. They don't

even know how to cook, so how can they store food? Even if they have instant noodles and biscuits, they can't feed so many mouths.

Jiang Ning checked the time. It was sent an hour ago. It turned out that he was hungry and needed food.

Several people who applied to add her as a friend did so after Yang Weicong sent the message, but she ignored them all.

Two parents of tutoring students sent messages to thank her for reminding them to go to the supermarket to buy food in time, otherwise the family would be hungry.

One of them even sent a red envelope to express his gratitude.

Jiang Ning didn't click to receive it, and even if he did, he would have no chance to spend it.

I continued to browse the group messages. Some showed off their seafood feasts, some ate hot pot and drank Lafite while listening to the typhoon, and some opened the big refrigerator to show off their stockpiled goods.

Many of them were competing with each other, and some even played a chain game, without realizing how much they would pay for their actions. After

half a month of typhoons and heavy rains, even if the country wanted to rescue them, the harsh reality would not allow it. Once food shortages endangered their lives, these people would become the first targets to be plundered.

Some were showing off, and some were asking for help.

There were quite a few people, almost all of them were young people who made a living by taking out food. They usually spent lavishly and never cooked. There were a lot of clothes and facial masks at home, but nothing to eat.

"I went to the supermarket yesterday and all the instant noodles were sold out. Is there any kindhearted person who can give me some?"

"I didn't get any either. I bought two packs of white noodles, but I don't have a pot at home."

Someone took the lead, and many people followed suit. Someone actually invited a beautiful woman to his home for hot pot, but unfortunately they were not on the same building.

There were many people watching the hustle and bustle, but few were willing to help others. Until someone suggested exchanging items, exchanging a five-pack of facial masks for a pack of instant noodles, someone quickly responded.

There were too many messages, Jiang Ning quickly scrolled down and saw a forwarded video. A car was washed into a flood, and firefighters risked their lives to rescue it despite the typhoon, but were instantly swallowed up by the flood peak that broke through the dam upstream.

There are many such videos, some of which were successful rescues, and some of which were completely wiped out.

Jiang Ning felt depressed and was about to quit his phone, but Yang Weicong popped up again...