In the apocalypse of natural disasters, she has a universal APP

After all, I didn’t wait with my own eyes.

She originally thought that if it was a property management staff, she would have to notify each building in person.

Then you can see the driver driving the snow truck, getting off the car at the building opposite, and then climbing in through the window.

But after the snow-packing truck passed between the two rows of buildings, she drove away again. She waited while holding on to the time she had spent on the previous trips, and without waiting any longer, she knew that she should have gone to another part of the community. The place.

He shouldn't be able to come back for a while.

Then forget it. Anyway, if the property management company wants to notify you, they will always knock on the door, so just listen.

She calmly spent her morning reading time and put the bed out again. She hesitated for a while, but couldn't help turning around and moving closer to the window.

The snow was still falling, and through the continuous snow curtain, she could still see a figure moving in the window of the building opposite.

——Isn’t it? Several floors of snow disappeared in one night. This kind of miraculous situation will naturally attract attention.

But...she thought about it again. It was because she knew that there was such a golden finger as the "Apocalyptic Survival Guide" and that there were others who also had space, that she took it for granted and classified this as a "miracle".

So for other people who don't understand this... is there more surprise, or is fear prevailing?

She hissed, and combined with the abnormal background of the apocalypse, it's really hard to tell whether others would think this was another new type of disaster.

She tried to understand this matter with ordinary thinking. This was snow, solid, not flowing water. What could be done to make so much snow disappear?

Turn snow into water? Referring to the exaggerated precipitation speed before, the snow water that turned into "has somewhere to go", but the question is, is this really possible in just one night?

Or... the ground cracked and all the snow fell in? This statement is too scary. How big of a crack would it take to swallow so much snow? Not to mention that there was no feeling of earthquake at all.

Moreover, the current "ground" looks too flat, just... full of artificial traces.

After thinking hard for a while, she gave up and did not embarrass herself with something she already knew the answer to.

As for how much shock it brought to others, she really couldn't control it.

Think about it, this snow disappeared at night, which is equivalent to the official golden fingers going out overnight to collect the snow.

Was that intentional or just in time?

She is more likely to deliberately choose to work at night, because it is very dark now, and it is safer to perform this kind of supernatural act of "making snow disappear out of thin air", and no one will see it.

...Although people will still find out after daybreak that the snow has disappeared overnight, it is still better than witnessing it in person.

Human imagination is infinite. It’s already the end of the world anyway, so even if it’s a bit outrageous, it’s left to people’s own imagination.

After looking at the snow for a while, the snow grooming truck did not come back. It was lunch time, so she took advantage of the situation and stopped looking.

At noon, she had a bowl of hot mutton noodle soup, which she cooked herself.

The mixed noodle soup cooked directly with noodles is added with additional bone broth and a handful of mutton cut into small pieces. There is no need to add salt. The salty taste is light, but it has a mellow and floury flavor.

This noodle soup should be said to be a "copycat". The "original" was something she ate from a cart on the side of the road when she was in college. She couldn't forget it after eating it, so she would make it at home.

She still remembered the first time she ate it. It was one winter day. After class at noon, she thought about picking a small stall on the roadside with few people, and hurriedly bought it and returned to the dormitory.

There are classes in the afternoon, so I can take a break at noon if I can.

It was at this moment that I happened to see this little car I had never seen before. She walked over and took a look. New cars, new signs, new faces, indeed new food.

They were selling hot noodle soup. There was no one around and they were still very close, so she went over and ordered a bowl of mutton noodle soup.

The aunt who set up the stall must have been on the first day of business. Her movements were obviously a bit unfamiliar. She seemed nervous and stumbled a bit, but she still followed the steps step by step.

First, boil water in a small pot, then take out the fresh noodles and add them to the pot. Pour a spoonful of soup stock into the packaging box in advance. Finally, the cooked noodles go into the packaging box along with the soup.

While waiting for her to become familiar, the aunt talked to her a little embarrassedly, saying that it was her first day setting up a stall, and she was her first customer, so she might be a bit slow.

She quickly waved her hand and said it was okay. When she got the tightly tied plastic bag, the aunt suddenly slapped her apron and said she forgot to put salt.

She actually thinks that this aunt is quite honest and cute, and the taste of this kind of mixed noodle soup will not be much different with or without salt, and there is broth in it.

She dumbfounded and said it was okay, but the aunt pulled out a new plastic bag and poured a lot of salt into the big plastic bag for her.

After it was finished, it was tied into a knot, and the salt was squeezed into the corner of the bag, forming a ball. He told her to go back and let her taste and add salt by herself.

Because of this incident, she was actually in a good mood, so when she went back and tasted the noodles——

Oh my god, this is so delicious!

She didn't add any salt, and when she ate it as it was, it had a very rich and mellow taste, and it didn't feel bland at all. Later, when she ordered the same bowl of noodles, the one with added salt felt worse than the "mistake" she had made the first time.

So after that, the aunt remembered her and knew not to add salt whenever she ordered it.

It's a pity that the stall didn't open for long. Before leaving, the aunt specifically told her that it wouldn't be open for a few days and that she would go back to her hometown.

She also felt it was a pity, but in the end, they generously wrote the recipe to her, so that she could cook it and eat it by herself.

After all, according to her cooking skills, there is no problem in following the recipe, but it is not to the extent that she can successfully recreate it just by relying on the taste in her memories.

After eating a large bowl of hot noodle soup, she rolled comfortably on the bed and started playing games on her phone to kill time.

She has downloaded a lot of stand-alone games, both for mobile phones and computers, and has saved a copy of the installation package in the mobile hard drive, so she is not afraid of damaging her phone in the future.

After playing with my mobile phone for a while, I sat up and played a game on my computer. It is a puzzle game with a unique style and a slightly dark story.

But it's very interesting. She was originally playing for this point and didn't particularly care about the plot itself.

This is a series of games that she has basically played, and now she is just reviewing them again.

When she played before, she would record while playing and make a guide for herself, so that in case she suddenly forgets to get stuck when playing again in the future, she can check it out.

Especially for some mini-games, she didn't want to bother with the derivation. She could just quickly pass them with the guide.

Playing now, she also recorded a screen. The previous guide was a text version for easy reference at any time; now it is a video version to reflect the text.

Every aspect of the game is closely connected, making people want to finish it in one go, and so does she.

Until the doorbell suddenly rang.