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

The 79th day of the end of the world is February 2nd.

The sky was just bright, and a man and a woman were walking side by side on the smooth ice, fully clothed in armor, wishing that only their eyes could be exposed.

Song Jinhe had a lot of baby warmers attached to her body, and she even stuffed one into her gloves, so she could barely withstand the current low temperature.

Their target today is not the city center. After all, most of the supplies there have been looted. If they want to find suitable supplies, they have only one option, and that is to go to places that have never been explored before.

But after the end of the world, there will be so much material waiting to be excavated. There will always be someone who takes action before them, so today is just a chance to try their luck.

Cheng Qianhuai took out a transparent glass bottle from his pocket and handed it to Song Jinhe.

"If it's cold, it should be better if you drink some wine, but the alcohol content is relatively high. You may get drunk if you drink too much."

Song Jinhe looked at the liquor in front of him and waved his hand without thinking: "I'm not cold, you can keep it and drink it yourself."

What a joke, almost all of her body was covered with baby warmers. If it was still cold enough to drink in this situation, her preparation before going out would be in vain.

Cheng Qianhuai saw that she showed no signs of being frozen, so he opened the bottle cap and took a sip, and the two of them continued to walk forward on the ice.

I don't have a very clear goal. I just walk into a building and look around. As long as it's useful, I won't refuse it.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger with his eyes, and there were also a few fine ice shards mixed in it. When it fell on the outer skin of the down jacket, it fell to the ground with a gentle tap.

Song Jinhe wrapped the scarf around his neck again, and then grabbed the warm baby stuffed in his gloves.

It's so warm.

She was in a good mood, but suddenly she heard a young and hoarse child's voice, and then saw a small figure rushing out from nowhere.

"Brothers and sisters, I can't find my parents. Can you take me home?"

He was only wearing a thin cotton coat, and his exposed skin had turned purple from the cold, and even his speech was somewhat choppy.

"My family lives in Unit 2, Unit 1, Building 903, Linlang Garden, but I came out with my parents and don't know the way. Can you take me back?"

His teeth clashed together and chattered, and his whole body was trembling as if he would fall straight to the ground in the next moment.

Song Jinhe looked at him and narrowed his eyes slightly. This child looked like he had just entered elementary school, right? He is only about 6.7 years old, and his small body can easily arouse the pity of others.

Linlang Garden is easy to find. It is a very unique community in Yuncheng. Almost all the houses in it are for rent. Therefore, there is a mix of good and bad people inside. Various cases often occur. The police often go to this community to police.

It can also be said to be a talking point among Yuncheng people after dinner.

Cheng Qianhuai tugged at the corner of Song Jinhe's clothes, moved her ear warmer slightly, and spoke next to her ear: "This kid is cheating. Be careful, don't be deceived by him."

Song Jinhe nodded imperceptibly. She knew clearly in her heart. After all, in this situation, who would go out to search for supplies and bring a child who is only about 6 years old?

Not to mention slowing down the progress, the physical fitness of children is not as good as that of adults, and they may cause trouble again if they get sick.

Song Jinhe searched for the meaning for a while, but the corners of his lips hidden under the mask slowly raised, revealing an evil smile.

There must be a group of planners behind this child. It seems that their purpose is to deceive people who are out searching for supplies into their den of thieves, and then rob the survivors of their supplies.

Thinking about it this way, there should be a lot of inventory in the den of thieves, right? It takes no effort to get there even though you have worn iron shoes to find it.

Song Jinhe suddenly felt in a good mood and raised his chin at the boy in front of him: "No problem, we will take you home."

Hearing this, the boy first squeezed out a smile, then cautiously glanced at the shadow of a corner of a building, then quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head like a quail, and moved his body stiffly to follow Song Jinhe.

He was so cold, so hungry, and his body hurt, but he was really scared, but he didn't know how to get rid of the control of those people.

As if he had made a decision, he walked quickly to Song Jinhe and said: "Sister, run quickly."

After saying that, he said no more and just returned to his silent and pitiful look, as if nothing had happened.

Song Jinhe didn't react at all, which made the little boy even more anxious.

He had warned others before that those people would basically leave. Although he would be beaten afterwards, at least he did not harm those innocent people.

But why didn’t this sister listen?

He stepped forward and wanted to say something, but Song Jinhe gently grabbed his little hand, which was already purple and swollen from the cold.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

She lowered her head and whispered comfort, and the warmth of the baby was transmitted to the boy through the gloves. He opened his mouth, but finally chose to remain silent.

The two adults and one child kept moving forward along the ice. In fact, Linlang Garden was not far from the place where the boy was found. It took about 10 minutes to walk there, so the three of them walked easily.

Arriving at the door of Unit 2 of Building 1, the little boy stopped in fear, stiffened his neck and looked up at Song Jinhe.

"Let's go in together."

Song Jinhe raised his hand and touched his cold head: "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

The boy looked at the dark and deep window in fear. It was like a terrifying bloody mouth. Anyone who went in could never get out again.

"Sister, I really can't go."

He nervously grasped Song Jinhe's hand. He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak a sentence. He was just obsessed with one thing and must not let Song Jinhe in.

Some of those who sent him home were kind-hearted, but most of them thought he was easy to manipulate as a child and wanted to follow him home and search for supplies.

But I never thought that they were the prey, and no one could come out after entering this building.

Song Jinhe was the only one who held his hand and told him not to be afraid. Her hands were so warm, so he was unwilling to let her go without return no matter how hard he was beaten.

Song Jinhe took out a small bag of biscuits from his pocket and handed it to the boy as if to comfort him: "Wait for me here. I will come back after finishing the biscuits."

After saying that, he stuffed the biscuits into his small palm without any refusal, turned around and disappeared into the darkness with Cheng Qianhuai.

"Wuhu, supplies."

She seemed a little excited. Tang Dao had already taken it out of the mountaineering bag and held it in her hand. Her body was tense, waiting for the next battle.

Cheng Qianhuai felt his heart filled up when he saw her cute appearance, and took the initiative to walk ahead to explore the situation inside the building.

There were three households on the first floor, and the corridor was covered with sporadic blood. It was obvious that a fierce fight had taken place, and a few lives had probably been lost.

The two walked towards 903 step by step until they reached the door, only to find that seven men had gathered behind them.