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

He closed his eyes helplessly. Ever since Song Jinhe bound him to the space, he had no intention of guarding against him.

In her mind, she seemed to automatically divide him into a younger brother and a teammate, but she never considered the matter of male and female.

In other words, he was not attractive to her at all.

Cheng Qianhuai was a little frustrated. He had been following her for nearly half of his life. From following her secretly at the beginning, he could now communicate with her normally.

But he seemed to be becoming more and more greedy and wanted more and more.

The desire was so overwhelming that he felt like he was going crazy.

Song Jinhe had no idea of ​​the entanglement and pain in his heart. She lay in her sleeping bag and quickly fell asleep. She waited until dawn before she sat up in a daze.

Climbing out of the tent, the group of tied people were still asleep, showing no sign of waking up.

Song Jinhe yawned, and then pulled Cheng Qianhuai out of the sleeping bag.

"Did I take too many sleeping pills? They didn't wake up until now. I really took them."

Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she threw two pieces of firewood into the extinguishing charcoal basin, and then randomly filled a basin of lake water from the space. After taking it out, she poured it directly on the group of people.

The moment the water left the space, it had the appearance of freezing. By the time it hit them, it had turned into small ice ridges and crackled into their necks. The cold made them sober.

Deng Qilin felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy. After finally opening his eyes, he felt that his hands and feet were restrained, and then he saw Song Jinhe's delicate and white face.

He was stunned at first, and then his eyes widened suddenly, looking at his brother who was tied into a rice dumpling next to him in disbelief.

"Damn it, Song Jinhe, how dare you touch me!"

He shouted angrily, but still couldn't change the situation.

"What are you calling? If you lose, you lose. Can you change anything by calling me twice?"

Song Jinhe yawned and spoke, looking like he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Tell me, where are the weapons in your hands hidden?"

She took Deng Qilin out of the crowd and threw him on the open space in the living room, without giving him any dignity that a building manager should have.

"Damn it, who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like this with just a cousin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked away by Cheng Qianhuai and hit the wall hard. He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak at all.

Song Jinhe looked at the embarrassed Deng Qilin with a smile: "You have already ended up like this, and you still dare to scream in front of me like this?

You really don’t know how to write the word death. "

After speaking, she took out a sharp dagger from the schoolbag on the side and gestured at Deng Qilin's hand.

"I ask you a question and you answer it. If you don't say it, then I will cut off one of your fingers. How about that?"

Deng Qilin looked horrified: "Don't touch me, don't touch me!"

As he spoke, he kicked his legs and moved backwards with difficulty, trying to get further away from the dagger in Song Jinhe's hand.

"Tell me, how can this be done? As the eldest brother, you should set a good example for your brothers."

Song Jinhe looked at him with a smile, but his eyes moved to the group of trembling people in the corner.

"I ask your boss a question, and you can choose to answer it first.

If the answer satisfies me, I may be able to let you go, but if you are as stubborn as him, don't blame me for throwing you out and freezing you into an ornamental ice sculpture. "

There was a smile on her lips, but to this group of people, she looked like an evil ghost coming out of hell.

"OKok, now the question begins, how many firearms do you have and where are they hidden?"

Deng Qilin stared at her with no intention of answering. He was holding his neck and obviously wanted to fight Song Jinhe to the end.

The room was silent, and no one answered her question.

"Okay, you are quite united."

Song Jinhe sighed helplessly and wiped Deng Qilin's neck with a knife. The blood spattered on the wall and slid down the wall drop by drop.

After doing all this, she turned around and looked at the group of people without any reaction: "Next, let's change the way of questioning, one by one. If anyone answers the question differently from others, what will happen. "

She turned her head and looked at Deng Qilin, who was still staring blankly. Her meaning was very clear.

Cheng Qianhuai stood there and looked at the group of people, while Song Jinhe took them into the bedroom one by one and asked them. In the end, only one of them lied, and was stabbed into the heart in front of everyone.

"I thought everyone would cooperate with me, but he decided to lie to me. He will definitely be punished."

Song Jinhe shook off the blood on the tip of the knife, followed their answers and went to look for something on an air conditioner outside the window.

Sure enough, they found a small box wrapped in a plastic bag and a small piece of cotton quilt. It contained firearms, but there were no grenades.

She didn't feel disappointed either.

3 pistols and 28 bullets were all they had.

After carrying the things and walking out, Song Jinhe packed up the sleeping bags and warm tents on the ground and took them to the window.

Cheng Qianhuai ripped off all their heavy clothes, and then threw them directly from the 15th floor, hitting the ice heavily.

Some people were struggling hard, feebly resisting the verdict they were about to face.

"Why? I've already said it. I've told everything I know. Why do you want to kill me?"

Song Jinhe kicked the person in front of him down: "Why? Because you have bad intentions towards the 18th floor, and because your hands are stained with the blood of innocent people."

Her smile became brighter: "I never like to leave trouble for myself. In order to prevent you from coming back, naturally no one can be left behind."

After dealing with everyone, Song Jinhe clapped his hands and returned to the 18th floor with Cheng Qianhuai, deliberately not closing the door of 1502.

This is her warning to everyone in Building 3. Don't try to use others to suppress the 18th floor, otherwise you will end up like this in the end.

After returning to the 18th floor with his things, Song Jinhe did not go home, but went directly to 1801.

She planned to give some of the collected supplies to Cheng Qianhuai, but she never wanted to be rejected by him.

"Just hold it. Anyway, don't I usually rely on you for food and clothing? It's better to keep it in a space."

He then took Song Jinhe to the house where supplies were stored: "Take all these things, and pretend that I don't worry."

Song Jinhe blinked and looked at him in surprise: "Why don't you leave yourself a way out? What if one day I just leave with the supplies? You won't be able to get anything at all."

Cheng Qianhuai helped her take off her hat and scarf: "What's the point? If you leave me, it proves that I haven't done well enough. Then I definitely deserve to be punished."

Song Jinhe clicked his tongue twice: "You are really weird."