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

Coupled with changes in the way materials are distributed, it conveys a sense of "insecurity."

It’s not that it’s really unsafe, but you can feel it from a comparison. This change clearly sends a signal: the official hopes that everyone can gather in the evacuation base.

In such a harsh environment in the past, even if it was flooded, it could be delivered once a week by boat. Now there is a "way", but people need to collect it themselves, and the cycle has been extended to one month——

I don’t even know if it is cyclical. The property management company only said that it will release a month’s supply tomorrow. What about one month later? Are you still sending it?

After all, according to what the property management company said, official cars would come to take people away every day. Will there be anyone in this community after a month?

What if there are only people left who don’t want to go to the base? For these people, will the government distribute any more relief supplies?

Furthermore, the weather is weird and the climate is abnormal now. It is said that people are taken to the base every day, but who knows what day it will be interrupted due to some sudden natural disaster?

This is just after the supplies were cut off, so it is normal to have such worries.

Various factors combined, so she optimistically estimated that this community would soon be empty.

And when the time comes, it will really be her time to live alone.

To her surprise, later that day, the surveillance rang again.

——She originally thought that she would have to wait until the next morning before the surveillance system would continuously report to her the situation of queuing up and collecting supplies at the official pick-up station.

She paused the TV series she was watching, looked at the surveillance camera, and found that it was her neighbor opposite, wrapped up tightly and going out.

But the direction to go was not the stairwell where we usually go to get supplies, but the opposite side of the house.

When she thought about it, she was... looking for someone?

She naturally thought of it during the Chinese New Year. They were also across the street, but other neighbors came to celebrate the New Year together.

She guessed that this time she was going to the person opposite to discuss the news delivered by the property management company today.

She didn't take it too seriously and continued to play the TV series, but occasionally glanced at the surveillance camera.

After a while, she heard the surveillance camera ringing again. When she saw it, it was indeed the neighbor across the street who had returned.

He returned to the door, his body wrapped in a ball with his back to the surveillance camera. He was taking the key to open the door. Before opening the door, he waved in the direction he was coming back, and then quickly slipped in through the crack in the door.

Well, it seems that he is indeed looking for someone else.

The next morning, as she expected, she was woken up by surveillance cameras early in the morning.

In fact, it wasn't that early, it wasn't long before it was time to get up, but now that it was cold and the bed was always warm, she was a little lazy in bed again.

When she was woken up by the surveillance, her eyes were drowsy, but her brain was not so mushy, and she didn't feel like she would faint again as soon as she closed her eyes.

Monitoring at the end of the bed, she forced herself to open her eyes and wake up, then made a huge move from under the quilt, crawled from the darkness at the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and stretched her head out from the bottom of the quilt.

Putting a pillow under her head, she looked at the distorted surveillance camera from bottom to top. Her eyes without glasses could only see figures shaking.

Rubbing his eyes, he took out his glasses from the space and put them on his face. His eyes focused for a while before he could see the screen clearly.

Well, indeed, thickly dressed people were passing by the surveillance camera in an endless stream, carrying large boxes and small bags on their backs.

There was really an endless stream of people. Even though there were less than ten people in this half, it actually created such a crowded and lively effect.

Maybe this image overlaps with previous Spring Festival travel seasons?

She shook her head and stood up slightly, and the cold air from the outside flowed into the quilt, making her shiver.

In fact, it wasn't that cold at all. The heater was still on, and the room was warm, but it was definitely not as warm as the quilt. In addition, she was not wearing any clothes, so when she lifted the quilt, she still got goosebumps.

She slipped into the space and put on the velvet housecoat that had been heated by the heater in advance. She felt warm all over, and went to briefly wash up and refresh herself before leaving the space.

This time she could climb out of the quilt without worries. She sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, doing simple stretches while waiting for the surveillance camera to see if anyone else was passing by.

Looking at the time, it was not yet eight o'clock in the morning. The time the property management said was to leave for the base was ten o'clock.

She bared her teeth. It was quite early, especially now that the weather was so cold. It was so early in the morning and the sun was still shining brightly. It was estimated to be about 20 degrees below zero.

In this weather, not only do you have to wait two hours for the specified time, but you may not be able to get on the bus.

Even if the vehicle transporting people is going back and forth, you may have to wait outside for the vehicle to go and come back, and go back and go again.

If someone is unlucky and can't get up until the end, then he's freezing in vain.

Taking out a glass of warm water and taking a few sips, she thought sympathetically, but it was fully understandable. If she didn't have a golden finger, it would definitely be earlier than this.

This first-come, first-served, first-in-line, first-in-the-bus thing is going to get people rolling.

——Hey, wait a minute, are you really going to line up first and get on the bus first?

She took a sip of water and thought about it hesitantly. If there are old, weak, sick and disabled people in the queue, will they still be given priority in this extreme apocalyptic environment?

If priority is given, will the queue still be peaceful?

... She sighed, hoping that at this time, there would be no more man-made disturbances.

No one has passed the surveillance for a while, and she is not in a hurry to watch the replay. She plans to wait until the stipulated ten o'clock arrives and then play back to check the specific situation.

Before that, there's still something to be done.

She first got out of bed and went to the window to melt the ice and clean the window. She saw people pouring out of the window of the opposite building closest to the ice, as if they were spitting out beans.

One by one, they also dragged their suitcases and trudged forward on the ice.

She looked at it for a while, turned away, and recorded the position of the snow line again.

Before the snow "disappeared", it had accumulated to thirteen layers. Now that it was taken away, the original four-layer-high water was revealed - it had been frozen to a solid state.

Now the snow keeps falling and the snow grooming truck keeps flattening it. The subsequent increase needs to be recorded and calculated again.

I grilled it next to the heater and arranged a bowl of hot wontons in the morning.

She makes the wontons herself, adjusts the fillings herself, and even rolls the skins herself.

The method of making wontons is certainly incomparable to those sold outside, and the skin is thicker. Because I am more used to making large dumplings, the wontons are also quite big.

But fortunately, she is relatively easy to satisfy. Even so, the wontons cooked in a soup made from seaweed and shrimp are quite delicious in a big bowl.

By the end of the meal, a layer of sweat broke out on my forehead, and I drank all the soup, leaving only a few shrimps on the bottom of the bowl. Then I burped and stopped talking.