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

“I am also an open-minded person, and I don’t want to do things that poison others.

These sausages are my heart, and they are also the items I use to trade with you. "

Song Jinhe took the paper towel handed by Cheng Qianhuai and wiped his hands: "I hope you won't have any ideas about us on the 18th floor in the future. We just want to protect ourselves and don't want to have a head-on confrontation with you.

If possible, we can also accept the use of materials to ensure safety. If you have anything you want in the future, just ask us. If we have it, we will definitely provide it with both hands. "

After saying that, she quickly walked back to the house and closed the security door, leaving only the bag of sausages dangling on the door, attracting the attention of the four people in Building 7.

“Brother Deng, why don’t we take this bag of sausages back?

Didn’t this bitch eat it too? I saw it with my own eyes. She didn't look into the bag when she took it. She obviously just took one randomly. It must not be poisonous. "

After this man finished speaking, another short and fat man immediately spoke: "Yes, Brother Deng, I think they are just afraid of us. Didn't you hear that woman say she can pay us protection money?"

She probably also knows that the two of them alone will definitely not be able to beat us, so they are using supplies to keep themselves safe! "

Who wouldn’t want to eat fat and thin sausages under these circumstances? Who doesn’t want to taste something meaty and warm to the stomach?

Deng Qilin was a little tempted by what his younger brothers said: "Okay, then take it down and let the brothers have a taste."

After saying that, a boy eagerly came forward to take the sausage away, and the group quickly went downstairs, probably in a hurry to taste the delicious food.

Song Jinhe stood in front of the security door and covered his mouth and snickered. Didn't he fall for the bait? It didn't cost her any more effort.

After following Cheng Qianhuai back home, she took out a bottle of mineral water from the space and drank it.

After all, there was a lot of salt in the sausage, so she felt a little panicked after eating it. She drank a bottle of water before she managed to feel better.

"There's a lot of stuff inside, so we're just waiting to go to their house tonight to search for stuff."

Song Jinhe sat by the fireplace, contentedly enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by warmth.

*

Time passed quickly, and it was getting dark before I could see it.

A group of people in Building 7 gathered at Deng Qilin's house in 1502 to have a party and drink.

Everyone was eating and drinking freely, the table was filled with all kinds of delicacies, and the ground was full of empty wine bottles that had been knocked down. It was obvious that everyone had drank a lot.

Deng Qilin's face was also stained with a few touches of red. He squinted his eyes and leaned on the sofa, holding up the wine bottle and pointing out the country.

"What a piece of shit are they on the 18th floor? Are they just trying to beg for mercy in front of me?

Brothers, I’m not going to lie to you. From now on, I will definitely take my brothers to enjoy the hot and spicy food. Let’s take down all of Jinyuan Belvedere and become a local emperor! "

The younger brothers responded one after another. Everyone was drunk, and even the sleeping pills in the sausage began to take effect.

Everyone was drowsy. Song Jinhe stood outside the door and listened quietly to the sounds inside gradually calming down. Then he asked Cheng Qianhuai to step forward and unlock the door.

A wire was stretched in, and soon a small click was heard, and the door immediately opened a small crack.

Song Jinhe went in with a flashlight and saw everyone lying limply on the ground, and the room smelled of alcohol.

She took out a few strong hemp ropes from her backpack, and together with Cheng Qianhuai, tied everyone until they could not move, and then threw them in the corner like garbage.

She rummaged through the house one by one, and sure enough she found a lot of supplies under the bed, in the cabinet, and on the balcony.

This group of people has a lot of inventory, including rice, flour, grain and oil, tobacco, alcohol, candies, medicines...

Song Jinhe took them all into his own space without hesitation, and then began to search for firearms and grenades. However, he turned 1502 upside down and couldn't find any trace of these two things.

She frowned slightly. Fortunately, the group of people were given sleeping pills instead of poison, otherwise there would be no way to find the hidden guns and ammunition.

"What are you going to do with this group of people?"

Cheng Qianhuai tied up everyone, picked up a relatively clean chair and sat aside to watch them quietly.

Song Jinhe hesitated for a moment: "You first look for guns or bullets on them? I didn't find any in this house. They probably carried them with them or hid them."

Although she was wearing thick clothes, she still shivered from the cold wind.

Although there is a brazier in the room, it is not as warm as the fireplace on the 18th floor. The temperature is not on the same level at all.

She was used to the warmth on the 18th floor, but she still felt a little uncomfortable after suddenly staying in a place like this for a long time.

Cheng Qianhuai naturally noticed something was wrong with her, and handed her all his scarves and hats without hesitation.

"You don't know how to dress warmly when you go downstairs."

He complained, but did not stop moving his hands, neatly wrapping Song Jinhe into a small rice dumpling.

Looking at his ears that were immediately red from the cold, Song Jinhe frowned: "What will you do if you give it to me?"

"I'm not cold, I'm frost resistant."

Cheng Qianhuai smiled at her, showing his big white teeth.

Song Jinhe shook his head helplessly: "It's not like I don't have any, why are you trying so hard in front of me?"

After saying that, she picked out a scarf, a hat, etc. from the space and handed them to Cheng Qianhuai, but no one had ever worn them before. It was cold now, and it was still a little uncomfortable to have them stuck to her body.

Cheng Qianhuai breathed a sigh of relief: "Didn't I forget it? Besides, the one I have worn is still warmer."

After speaking, he deliberately emphasized: "I am very clean. I just took a shower this morning."

Song Jinhe was amused by him: "Okay, okay, I don't dislike you, okay? Speed ​​up."

The two continued to search, but still found nothing.

Song Jinhe sighed helplessly: "I guess we can only wait until they wake up before asking, but what if they wake up and save themselves and run away after we get home?"

Cheng Qianhuai helped her tighten the scarf: "Just go home and rest. I'll watch them here."

Song Jinhe shook his head slightly: "No, let's go together."

After saying that, she took out a cold-proof tent from the space. After the two of them set up, she spread a layer of furry blankets on the ground, took out a heavy sleeping bag and placed it on top, and then got in with satisfaction.

"Just sleep like this. I'm a light sleeper and can wake up if there is any movement."

Song Jinhe patted the sleeping bag next to him: "You sleep on this, this sleeping bag is very effective, it will definitely not be cold."

Cheng Qianhuai looked at Song Jinhe's indifferent face and said helplessly: "Are you so unguarded against me?"

"What should I do to protect you? It's not like before the end of the world. We don't have so many men and women to defend ourselves against.

Besides, it’s not like we’re sleeping in the same sleeping bag, so what’s the big deal? "

Song Jinhe got into his sleeping bag with a smile: "Go to sleep quickly, but don't sleep too deeply."

Cheng Qianhuai was speechless. After standing for a while, he obediently got into the sleeping bag, but his heart was beating loudly.

Song Jinhe was lying less than half a meter away from him. How could he sleep?