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

Song Jinhe was enjoying his meal when the security door was suddenly smashed and banged. If you listened carefully, you could still hear the voices of several people.

She frowned slightly, thinking that the survivors who had stayed in the building had come up.

The Mala Tang in her hand kept exuding an alluring aroma. Song Jinhe turned around and looked at it. Her doors and windows were not opened. In order to prevent the smell of her meal from leaking out, she specially asked the construction team to seal it. The smell should not be It's better to be noticed by them.

She frowned and walked into the study to look at the surveillance camera. There were two children, a boy and a girl, standing outside the door. They looked to be about the same age, about 12.3 years old.

The two of them stood pitifully together. They both looked a little thin because they hadn't had a full meal for a long time, and they didn't speak loudly.

"Is anyone there? My brother and sister have no food at home. Can you take pity on us and give us some food?"

The girl pursed her lips and whimpered, but her eyes were fixed on the safety door, hoping that someone would open the door and give her a chance to rush in.

The two of them knocked on the security door relentlessly. Seeing that no one responded to them, they simply didn't bother to pretend to be pitiful.

The boy started kicking, and the girl went home and got a hammer. They worked for a long time, but there was not even a scratch on the door.

Song Jinhe chuckled. She spent a lot of money to buy the safety door and anti-theft door. A hammer was nothing to be afraid of.

The two children were panting from exhaustion, but their saliva kept secreting. They looked at the safety door eagerly, and after looking at each other, they were deflated.

The girl tugged at the corner of the boy's clothes: "Brother, didn't Grandpa say that since we are children, the people upstairs will definitely be soft-hearted and give us delicious food?"

Why are you ignoring us? I'm so hungry. "

The boy was young, but there was a bit of venom in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "We chose today just so that we can get food without having to share it with other people in the building. Who would have thought that there would be a compassionate person living inside?" There are no beasts.

Huh, I don’t believe it yet. Our parents have already said that the person upstairs must have something to eat if she doesn’t go out. Let’s keep an eye on her. I don’t believe we won’t catch the chance! "

After saying that, the two of them walked downstairs together, but their legs seemed weak and weak. It was obvious that they had not had a full meal for a long time.

Song Jinhe picked up a meatball and stuffed it into his mouth to chew, but he was not in a good mood.

She knew that she had been being watched by the survivors in Building 3, but she never thought that the people downstairs had already started plotting against her.

Presumably, these two children knew that Cheng Qianhuai had gone downstairs to search for supplies, but they still heard footsteps in her room, so they came up to them, in order to make it easier to deceive her when there was only one person on the 18th floor.

Who would have thought of hitting a wall with her, otherwise he wouldn't have broken through the defense and started breaking down the door.

The fact that the 17th floor knew about her family's situation proved that the other survivors must have known about it. Now they could still go out to search for supplies, and food would not be too scarce, so they did not attack the 18th floor.

But the supplies will gradually become less and less. When they are forced to have no way out, the 18th floor will be used as a backup granary. One day, they will live under everyone's eyes and calculations.

Song Jinhe picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup. This matter should be discussed with Cheng Qianhuai carefully. They must be prepared to respond and counterattack.

After finishing the last mouthful of Malatang soup, Song Jinhe entered the space and took a bath. After thinking for a while, he picked up a fishing rod and walked to the lake to start fishing.

She can have a meal of pickled fish tonight. Her space is full of various seasoning packets. Since life is boring, she has to have some fun with food.

She set up a small table by the lake, placed snacks and drinks, and then started fishing. Looking at the scenery in the distance, she felt calm.

There were not many fish in the lake, but within half an hour a fish took the bait. Song Jinhe pulled it up and saw that it was a fat and tender grass carp. He put it into the bucket nearby and happily walked out of the lake.

After the apocalypse, she was stuck at home all day long. If she hadn't had some space, I don't know how bad her mood would have become.

There is no night in the space, and the sun hangs in the sky all day long. Song Jinhe will also put the quilt in to bask in it on weekdays, which can dispel some of the moisture in the real world.

Carrying the bucket, he walked into the kitchen to prepare the fish and marinate it with ingredients. Song Jinhe started to pass the time by watching the TV series he just fell in love with.

The rain outside the window is still foggy. If you open the window a little and look outside, you can still find many survivors who are out searching for supplies.

Natural disasters are ruthless, but human beings' yearning for life has never been eradicated.

Waiting until around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Song Jinhe quietly listened to the movements in Building 3.

The people who went out to search for supplies were in high spirits. They had obviously gained a lot, so they were in a good mood. They were flattering each other and distributing supplies evenly.

She raised her head and looked at the clock on the wall. Logically speaking, Cheng Qianhuai should be back, but why was there still no movement?

Just when he was wondering, there was a sudden commotion in the building, followed by noisy pushing and shoving.

Turning on the radio function of the surveillance camera, he could barely hear a few scattered words. Song Jinhe frowned and listened carefully, but heard a familiar tone.

"What do the supplies I went out to find have to do with you?"

Is it Cheng Qianhuai? He came back later than the other survivors, and now he seems to have been haunted by someone.

The surveillance camera could only see a small area outside the security door, so it was impossible to get a full picture of the incident. Song Jinhe hesitated for a moment and walked out with the Tang Dao.

Cheng Qianhuai is now in the same camp as her, and it would be inconvenient for him to come back with supplies to fight back. She can't just watch indifferently no matter what.

This is the first conflict between Building 3 and Floor 18. If they get a taste of the sweetness this time, I think this group of people will be even more aggressive in the future.

When I opened the safety door and walked out, there was a strong smell of rain and some human excrement outside.

After all, the bathroom was no longer usable after the apocalypse, and most of the excrement was poured directly into the water downstairs, while some was disposed of directly in the corridor.

She frowned and took out a mask, put it on and then followed the sound and walked downstairs.

It rained heavily, and the lower floors were flooded. No one was sure which floor the water would eventually reach, so people on the lower floors moved to the upper floors as much as possible.

There are not too many residents in the building itself. Now it seems that no one lives below the 8th floor.

Usually, they always choose the 3th floor for meetings in Building 12. Cheng Qianhuai happened to be stopped in the corridor of the 12th floor.

Song Jinhe stood on the stairs and looked down, only to find that he was carrying a raft in one hand, a sack in the other, and two full mountaineering bags on his back. There was obviously no chance of resistance.

If he wanted to fight back, he could only throw away all the things he had on hand, but this happened to follow the wishes of the group of people, and once the supplies were taken away, they would rob them all.

Seeing the stalemate between the two sides, Song Jinhe coughed lightly, showed the Tang Dao on his back, and walked slowly downstairs.