Returning to the end of the world before the natural disaster, I emptied the world of supplies

Zhang Xiumei's words were sonorous, powerful and full of passion.

Just like a beacon in the dark night, people who had already fallen into despair instantly regained their faith and hope.

The people in the building were excited and excited.

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the scene.

There is light in many people's eyes.

There were also many people who burst into tears upon hearing this.

This should be regarded as the most exciting moment since the high temperature came.

There were already several soldiers on the cruise ship helping the staff lower the gangway.

Several staff members who had been standing next to Zhang Xiumei divided into several waves and walked down the gangway first.

They will answer everyone's questions at the passage glass window of each building, and conduct preliminary checks and inquiries on everyone's ID cards and special skills.

Several people were guarded by gun-wielding soldiers behind them, which was very intimidating.

Soon, people who met the requirements began to board the ship one after another.

Because there was an identity check and it was raining heavily, the speed was not very fast.

Half an hour later, the ship's gangway was closed by the soldiers.

The cabins on the first and second floors were crowded with people, and the deck on the third floor was also full of people at the moment.

They were soaked in the rain, but everyone's face was filled with joy and excitement, like a lottery jackpot.

In sharp contrast to them, those who were almost able to board the ship all looked disappointed.

Although Zhang Xiumei said she would come to pick people up later, many people were still worried.

"Woooo!" The whistle sounded, which meant that the ship was about to set sail.

There began to be big waves in the water, and the cruise ship, which was filled with everyone's hopes and ideals, slowly retreated from the central garden of the community.

Jiang Yan withdrew her thoughts and gaze, and put down the telescope.

*

The time soon came to 11:30 noon.

Jiang Yan had a simple lunch, picked up the oldest clothes and put them on, took out a mask, put it on and carried a simple small bag before going out.

According to what Zhang Xiumei said before, the second boat to pick people up will arrive at about 12 o'clock.

The person responsible for checking identities and answering questions at each corridor entrance only has an ordinary loudspeaker, which is not very loud.

Jiang Yan couldn't hear clearly on the 32nd floor, so she wanted to go down to a nearby floor in advance to get a closer look.

See if you can hear some useful information or something.

Since 3203, which is closest to the fire door, was occupied last night, the door was tightly closed.

The light in the corridor is much darker.

The fire door was unlocked.

Jiang Yan guessed that someone had gone downstairs.

She took out a flashlight from her bag and went downstairs.

When I reached the corner platform on the 32nd floor, I saw a woman walking up from downstairs panting with a plastic bag full of items in her hands.

The items shouldn't be heavy, but climbing stairs won't be easy.

When the other party saw her, his footsteps and eyes froze.

Jiang Yan also recognized the other party.

It's the pregnant young woman who moved to 3203 last night.

It seems her name is Wen Wanli.

She was a little confused. She couldn't see her fingers in the corridor. Even though her eyes would gradually adapt to the darkness, it was actually easy to get tripped while walking in it.

Especially since she was holding a plastic bag in front of her, her vision was completely blocked.

She is probably in the early stages of pregnancy, which is the most dangerous time.

If you accidentally fall, the child may be dead.

Jiang Yan didn't know how Wang Jin could trust his wife to be like this.

When moving yesterday, she seemed to be carrying a lot of things on her back.

Although Jiang Yan had also heard that when her mother was pregnant with her, she was still working overtime to help sort packages and pack large supplies when she was about to give birth.

But people today's bodies are obviously less resistant than those back then.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Yan subconsciously shined the flashlight in her hand on the steps in front of her.

The light swept across the latter's arms wrapped in front of the plastic bag.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but take a breath.

There are scars on the back of Wen Wanli's hands.

Many, many shocking scars.

It's a bit like the kind of scar left after being cut by a knife.

It doesn't look like suicide. Suicide usually happens on the wrist.

The cut on the back of the hand is more like a mark of unforgettable hatred or deep hatred.

Some are new and some are old.

One of them had just become a dark red blood scab, and it hurt to look at it.

Others were burned by cigarette butts.

There are also old and new.

Jiang Yan looked at the two hands, not knowing what she had gone through, but she just felt her nose was a little sore.

This suddenly reminded her of the tragic experience in the basement in her previous life.

That experience has been deliberately kept in the dust since her rebirth.

But at this moment, the memory was torn apart.

After one of her hands was cut off by Song Deming in the last life, the other hand was also like that.

Almost exactly the same.

Not just knife cuts, but cigarette butt burns, and others.

She remembered that it was extremely cold weather before she died.

Zhang Qiqi and Song Deming, who were warming themselves by the fire, went crazy one day and walked in with a piece of red-hot charcoal held by a pair of tongs.

They attributed everything that happened to Jiang Yan and her mother.

It was said that they were trapped in the villa on the top of the mountain, covered in mud, ice and snow, and no official could detect and rescue them. The origin was because of her.

He also said that if he couldn't do anything anymore, and if the food in stock ran out, he would roast Jiang Yan.

But I don’t know how it tastes, so I grilled it partially over charcoal first.

In fact, Jiang Yan knew that it was because one day Song Deming wanted to violate Zhang Qiqi when she wasn't paying attention.

As soon as he stretched out his claws, Zhang Qiqi caught him on the spot.

Song Deming's bestial behavior was unsuccessful, but Zhang Qiqi, who was jealous and had an abnormal mentality, blamed everything on Jiang Yan.

He called her shameless and shameless, and just wrote down the hatred.

Jiang Yan still clearly remembers the "sizzling" sound when the red charcoal fire touched her skin, as well as the pungent smell of burnt skin and hair.

And the heartbreaking pain was something she would never forget.

So she kept this memory sealed and tried not to think about it.

But I didn't expect that today I would be thinking about things.

In just a few seconds of recalling this, cold sweat broke out on Jiang Yan's back subconsciously.

In addition, Jiang Yan noticed that Wen Wanli exuded an indescribable smell of bodily fluids.

That smell comes from men.

Or, it comes from the smell emitted by the leaves of a plant called heather.

Looking at this situation, it is obvious that it belongs to the former.

"Are you Jiang Yan who lives in 3201?" Seeing her staring at her scarred arm, Wen Wanli pulled up her sleeves to cover it with a look of embarrassment.

Jiang Yan took a breath silently, retracted her gaze and thoughts, and nodded "Yes".

"We moved up from downstairs last night and live in 3203. You won't mind, right?"

Wen Wanli looked at Jiang Yan with twinkling eyes and asked cautiously.

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