In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

She slept peacefully, but Cheng Qianhuai couldn't close his eyes while lying on the bed.

When he thought about living in the same room with her, he was so excited that he couldn't do anything about it.

He picked up the flashlight from the bedside and took out a photo from the locked drawer on the side. At a glance, he knew it was Song Jinhe, but he looked a little more immature.

The girl was wearing a school uniform and sitting by the window. Her ponytail hung softly on her straight back. The breeze blew and a few strands of hair gently circled her ears.

"I'm good enough for you."

He gently caressed the girl's fair face in the photo, his eyes filled with deep love.

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Song Jinhe didn't sleep well that night, not because she recognized the bed, but because the people in the community were a bit chaotic. There was obviously a commotion for a while at night, and someone was screaming for help, obviously not far from her window.

This is a high-end community, and there are large distances between buildings, so it can only happen in this building.

She rubbed her sore eyes and sat up. It was already bright. Although there was no sun, she could still clearly see the decoration inside the house.

Like its owner, it looks cooler and its colors are mainly black, white and gray.

Just as she was stunned, there was a gentle knock on the door, and then a familiar voice came.

"Would you like to get up for breakfast? I warmed up a bag of milk for you. You can just eat it with your sandwich."

Song Jinhe responded quickly: "Here he comes."

After saying that, he tidied up the bedding on the bed and walked out.

Sandwiches and milk were placed on the dining table. The induction cooker next to it was still steaming a little, and a pot of water was being heated on it.

"I happen to have a small generator at home, which is enough for the two of us today."

Cheng Qianhuai pushed the milk and sandwich to Song Jinhe, and took a bite of a sandwich himself, but it was paired with a cup of black tea.

"Let's take a rest at home today. How about we go back at 10:30 tonight?"

Cheng Qianhuai raised his eyes and looked at Song Jinhe, seeking her opinion.

Song Jinhe thought for a moment, then raised his head and looked at him: "I have something to do. Is it okay to wait for me to finish everything in the evening and then come back to pick you up?

It's about an hour or so back and forth, I'll do it as soon as possible. "

Cheng Qianhuai was silent for a moment before tentatively speaking: "Can I take the liberty to ask what the matter is? Can I accompany you?"

Song Jinhe took a sip of milk: "Revenge, if you don't mind seeing the moment I break the law, you can naturally follow me."

Cheng Qianhuai crossed his arms and said solemnly: "I don't mind, I can still help you."

These words made Song Jinhe laugh: "Then follow me. This will save time."

It was indeed a bit difficult for her to go back and forth by herself. Moreover, it is difficult for the government to extend its hands to these small things now. They should be busy building a survival base now.

After all, the country's top officials can also detect something unusual. The large-scale natural disasters that have erupted around the world obviously show no signs of stopping, so they must always focus on the overall situation.

The two of them were having breakfast when there was a sudden knock on the door. When it was quiet, you could even faintly hear someone whispering outside the door.

more than one person,

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai looked at each other, and then cautiously approached the door, leaning in front of the cat's eyes to peek at the situation outside.

"Are you sure there is someone inside? Didn't we knock on the door and count the number of people before? There is obviously no sign of anyone living on the sixth floor."

"Absolutely. I heard walking upstairs yesterday, and I heard it again just now. Someone must have gone in last night."

Cheng Qianhuai looked at the people outside the door. There were five of them in total. They were old and young, but they were all men. The bulging sleeves obviously contained weapons.

"The door lock has not been broken. The owner of this house must be back. If he comes back safely, he must have something good in his hand."

The leading man had a sinister look on his face, and his skinny body caused his eyes to protrude, making him look like a rat in the gutter.

Behind him stood a strong man with an ax stuck on his waist. Some blood stains could be seen faintly on it. It seemed that this man had been stained with human life.

Anyone who dares to kill people the day after the end of the world must not be a good person.

After all, the survivors still have some sense left, and they always feel that the government will come to rescue them, so not many people really dare to rob and kill, and most people are afraid.

Seeing that no one answered the door, the man in fine clothes gritted his teeth and said: "I know there is someone inside. If you know what's going on, open the door and let the brothers go in to pick something. Otherwise, don't blame me and smash the door directly. No one will be left behind by then." What’s the benefit?”

Cheng Qianhuai frowned and motioned for Song Jinhe to hide in the room, but she refused.

"No need. Even if you hide, you will always be caught by them. It's better to face them head on."

She took out the pistol from her backpack and handed it to Cheng Qianhuai: "I don't know how to use it yet, so you can take it. It will also be a deterrent."

The other party happily took it, protected her behind him without leaving a trace, and then opened the door.

The muscular man twitched the corners of his lips and stepped forward to walk in: "That's pretty much it, you..."

Before the smile fell on his face, his head was suddenly pressed against the cold muzzle of a gun, and his body trembled subconsciously.

"What is it? Do you dare to cheat on me?"

His face instantly turned gloomy, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to take out the ax from his waist: "Don't think you can scare me with a toy gun. I've been in there before, can I see this little trick of yours? "

Cheng Qianhuai smiled and said, "Whether it is a real gun, you will know if you try it?"

The muzzle of the gun was slightly deflected, and it hit his ear. Half of his ear was blown to pieces, and blood smeared on his face, making him look particularly terrifying.

The people standing behind the man quickly dispersed and fled with fear on their faces, not even daring to fart.

Gun, this guy really has a gun! No wonder he was able to return home safely. How could he not have a few brushes?

The strong man's screams echoed throughout the corridor, making Song Jinhe's eardrums buzz.

His ears are considered useless. If the infection and inflammation cannot be treated in time, it is not certain whether he can survive.

Song Jinhe stood behind Cheng Qianhuai and looked at him without any strange expression. He walked to the man who was rolling on the ground in pain, squatted down, and stepped directly on one of his tattered ears.

Crushing hard, blood mixed with the screams of men continued to flow out. No one in the entire building dared to open the door to check the situation.

"Does it hurt? If it hurts, remember this feeling. If you dare to provoke people you shouldn't provoke again, you may not even feel the pain."

The man was so terrified that he endured the pain and climbed up from the ground. He stumbled away, covering his ears. Blood dripped from his fingers to the ground, and the corridor was instantly filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Go home and scare the monkeys. No one will come to disturb the two of us today."

Song Jinhe yawned and sat back at the dining table to continue eating the sandwich made by Cheng Qianhuai. Unfortunately, the milk had lost its temperature and was not as hot as it tasted.

Cheng Qianhuai looked at her in surprise, with a faint smile on his lips: "I thought you would be too scared to eat, but I didn't expect you to be very calm."