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

The rain outside the window became heavier and heavier. When I opened the window and looked out, I could only see a gray curtain of rain, and no trace of other buildings could be found at all.

Song Jinhe exercised for more than an hour before walking out of the gym covered in sweat. He took a swig of mineral water in his hand.

There is a small lighting lamp hanging on the wall inside the house. It does not use much electricity, but it can barely provide some light.

Because it was too hot during exercise, Song Jinhe was only wearing a thin sweater. When he suddenly walked out of the house, he shivered from the cool breeze.

She frowned and walked to the living room to look at the hanging thermometer. The indoor temperature was now only 12 degrees Celsius, which was much lower than yesterday.

It won't be long before the severe cold follows the heavy rain, and only then can you really see the tragic scene of corpses strewn across the fields.

The temperature of about minus 60 degrees Celsius is not something that ordinary cotton-padded clothes can withstand. If you want to survive in a world that lacks food and clothing, you can only work harder than others and become colder-hearted.

Song Jinhe had experienced extreme cold in his previous life. In the extreme cold world, the heavy clothes on the corpses lying on the street had been stripped off. Some people's clothes had disappeared before the corpses had completely cooled down.

The survivors no longer care who wore the clothes, they just want to survive.

Recalling some bad memories, Song Jinhe sighed, and then walked to the living room to eat some snacks to kill time, but suddenly thought of Cheng Qianhuai opposite.

It seems that he plans to live in 1801 permanently. Will he choose to temporarily join forces with other survivors in the building to search for supplies?

Thinking of this, Song Jinhe couldn't help but stand up, walked out and knocked on the door of 1801.

It is best to advance and retreat together on the 18th floor. If he communicates too much with the survivors outside, it will not be a good thing for her.

Especially since this man knew that she had a rubber boat and a gun in her hand. If these things were known to the survivors downstairs, she might be entangled again.

She was in a state of confusion when she heard a click on the door, and the man's tall body appeared in her sight.

There was an abnormal flush on his face, and his vision was a little blurry. When he looked at her, there was a subtle dependence and longing for her.

"You have a fever?"

Song Jinhe raised his eyebrows and asked, and received a positive answer.

Cheng Qianhuai's voice was slightly hoarse, but the ending tone had a slightly seductive tone: "It must be because I have been out in the rain one after another. I have already taken antipyretics, but they don't seem to be of any use."

Song Jinhe was not worried that he would have no medicine to take. After all, the two of them went to the pharmacy together. Although the medicine Cheng Qianhuai took was not too much, it was enough for him to take alone.

"I originally wanted to discuss something with you. Since you're not feeling well, forget it and have a good rest."

Song Jinhe said that and was about to turn around and leave, but the man gently grabbed his wrist.

His hand was hot, but he pulled it back the moment he touched her.

"I'm fine. Do you want to ask the building manager about something? If you don't mind, you can come in and talk."

Song Jinhe looked at the simply decorated home behind him, then at the way he was swaying and unsteady, and finally walked into 1801.

Cheng Qianhuai took her to sit on the soft sofa in the living room, and he also sat not far from her, holding his head.

The high fever made his brain a little sluggish, and his head was as heavy as a mountain pressing on his shoulders. It didn't feel good.

Song Jinhe frowned and looked at him: "Are you planning to join forces with them?"

Cheng Qianhuai shook his head, picked up the empty glass on the table and put it on his face in order to cool down: "I don't have this idea. When there are more people, there will be more trouble. It's better for the two of us to join forces, at least we have peace of mind."

Song Jinhe's anxious heart was relieved: "That's good, these neighbors in Building 3 are not fuel-efficient lamps.

The house below me was robbed by a family on the second floor. Now the owner seems to have defected to the newly elected building manager. I don’t know what will happen in the future. "

Cheng Qianhuai raised his heavy eyelids: "I don't think the building manager would choose to evict the residents on the second floor for this woman.

He is now a new official and was unanimously elected by everyone. Naturally, he will not provoke the residents in the building from the beginning. "

Song Jinhe nodded in agreement. She thought so too. After all, for this building manager, the most important thing is to appease the people and stabilize his position. The rest will naturally be dealt with after his position is stabilized in the future.

While she was thinking, she saw Cheng Qianhuai leaning drowsily on the back of the sofa, and the glass in his hand was shaking.

She quickly stepped forward to take the glass, picked up the temperature gun from the coffee table and took Cheng Qianhuai's temperature.

The screen instantly turned red, and the temperature had reached 40.3 degrees Celsius. It looked like the person would soon be unable to hold on.

"Can you still have such a high fever after taking antipyretics?"

Song Jinhe secretly gasped, thinking about whether he should help him out of humanitarianism, but the next moment he was pulled directly into his arms.

"Ah He, I miss you."

Cheng Qianhuai rubbed his hot face against her slightly cool side face, and then hugged her like a child without letting go.

Song Jinhe's originally normal face burned instantly, and then he pushed the person away and stood up suddenly.

what's the situation? You're almost burning up and going to heaven. Are you still thinking of taking advantage of others?

What the hell is Ah He? Are the two of them so familiar?

Song Jinhe subconsciously wanted to escape from the house and go home, but seeing that Cheng Qianhuai had fainted on the sofa, he finally chose to ignore it.

He is a very good teammate. Although the two of them will inevitably part ways in the future, they now work together fairly well and will not hold each other back when they go out to look for supplies together.

With him, the possibility of separating the 18th floor from Building 3 will be greater, and there is no need to be too timid when facing a large number of survivors.

Song Jinhe thought for a while, and finally chose to lie down on the sofa. Then he went to the bedroom and pulled a quilt to wrap him tightly in it.

After doing this, she stood next to him and took a closer look at his current appearance.

The first time she saw him, she thought he was handsome, but his aura was too strong, so she didn't dare to take a serious look at him.

Now that he was sick and lying on the sofa, he seemed a little more kind inexplicably. The high bridge of his nose and bright red lips also made his alienated temperament dissipate a lot.

Song Jinhe took his hands out of the quilt, wiped them with alcohol to help cool him down, and placed an ice pack on his forehead.

I didn’t have any plans for the afternoon, but I just happened to take care of him to pass the time.

After Song Jinhe was busy for a while and saw that his condition was getting better, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to think about how he could repay her kindness.

She is not a kind person. She must seek rewards for the time and energy she has devoted.

food? water? drug?

She has all these, and after counting them all, she seems to lack nothing.