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

Jiang Yan frowned slightly.

The person who came was none other than Zhang Qiming, a forty-year-old divorced bachelor who was the director of the community’s homeowners committee and the leader of the homeowners group.

She had not had much dealings with Zhang Qiming, so she only added them on WeChat as a routine when she completed the house purchase procedures and moved here.

It was he who brought him into the group of owners in Repulse Bay.

At this moment, saying he is greasy is more of a visual and intuitive feeling.

The weather was too hot and the water supply was cut off. The hair on Zhang Qiming's head was all sticky and hanging together.

His face was glowing red from the heat, and his face and neck were also greasy.

If you reach out and touch it, you can probably throw out a lot of oil and water beads.

The other party lingered back and forth at her door for a few seconds, then picked up the phone and sent her a voice call.

Jiang Yan had quick eyesight and quickly turned off her phone with one click.

Zhang Qiming outside the door, after hearing "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable," his frown relaxed.

It seemed that the other party's cell phone was actually charged, but she had just turned it off.

No wonder I sent her a bunch of messages, but she didn't reply.

I haven't seen her bubble up among the owners.

But this seems normal to him.

After the power outage last night, many people almost turned off their mobile phones in order to save power and ensure that they could be used at critical moments.

Zhang Qiming did not turn around and leave, but stood there and hesitated for a second, then raised his hand and started knocking on Jiang Yan's door.

Unexpectedly, the moment he slapped the iron door, a powerful electric current "sizzled" along his palm and penetrated his whole body.

There is a faint smell of slightly burnt pork coming from the palm.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

The electric shock came unexpectedly!

Zhang Qiming's whole body was in pain and he was shaking wildly with Parkinson's disease. His body reflexively twisted like an octopus and jumped back a few steps.

The brown and pain on his palms made him say "Fuck!" several times before he restrained himself.

But at this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat fell straight down from his forehead as if there was a hidden water pipe buried in his hair.

Jiang Yan actually only turned on the 110V low-voltage defense.

However, Zhang Qiming's hands were covered with sweat and his whole body was wet. It was obvious that the degree of electric shock was much more severe than that of He Chunmei before.

After the flesh on his cheek stopped trembling, he glanced at the door with lingering fear. In the end, he didn't dare to pat it. Instead, he came slightly closer and shouted:

"Mr. Jiang, are you in the room? I have something important to tell you, but your phone is turned off!"

When Jiang Yan heard this, her eyebrows knitted even deeper: this title.

She remembered that Zhang Qiming seemed to live on the 27th or 28th floor.

It is only three or four floors away from the 32nd floor.

But with the temperature being so high today, let alone climbing stairs, anyone would be out of breath even if they took a few steps outside.

But he came to his door very early in the morning.

It seems that the other party is well prepared.

However, she was still not prepared to pay any attention to it, and just went through with pretending to be dead.

Zhang Qiming continued to shout: "Mr. Jiang, is your phone almost out of battery? I have several power banks at home. Do you want to take your phone and go to my house to charge it?"

Jiang Yan almost laughed out loud when she heard words like those of a scumbag.

After Zhang Qiming finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned.

Although in the dry season of winter, you can get an electric shock if you touch items such as sweaters.

But the effect just now was obviously not something that could be achieved by ordinary electric shock.

Based on my intuition as a man from science and engineering, I must have been electrocuted just now!

The safe voltage for the human body is 36 volts.

The voltage just now was obviously much higher.

Therefore, Jiang Yan’s house must have backup power supply!

Combined with what I know about the fact that her home is equipped with air conditioning

Zhang Qiming felt as if he had discovered a new world, and was ecstatic in his heart again: "Mr. Jiang, open the door quickly! Is your air conditioner in normal use? !!"

Jiang Yan didn't want to continue listening to his noise, so she turned off the surveillance sound and continued to pretend to be dead.

Zhang Qiming shouted a few more words at the door.

I guessed that she was in the bedroom with the air conditioner closed and the air conditioner blowing so she couldn't hear him, but she didn't dare to bang on the door again, so she could only turn around and leave with a sad expression.

Before anyone could reach the walking stairs, the door of 3203 opened with a creak. He Chunmei walked out of it with a smile on her face and called Zhang Qiming:

"Brother Zhang, do you still have a power bank at home? Can you borrow it?"

Zhang Qiming turned his head and glanced at her when he heard this, and said with a slightly mocking tone:

"Chunmei, why are you so old, still acting like a child and eavesdropping in the corner?"

"Brother Zhang, look at what you said. Your voice is so loud and your energy is so strong. Why do you need to eavesdrop? By the way, what did you call that crazy girl, Mr. Xiao Jiang? Do you know her? Why don't you tell me? What are you talking about??" He Chunmei blinked and gave him a secret look, approaching him with a gossipy expression.

Mainly because the weather was too hot and her son and daughter were sick, otherwise she would have been ready to go to the property office to inquire about 3201's background.

I also asked the property manager, but unfortunately he ignored me.

In addition, good things don’t go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles.

She took the lead in blocking people at the door of 3201 to prevent people from going home. Overnight, the news spread throughout the community.

Of course, there are also many people who accuse Jiang Yan of being inappropriate.

"Chunmei, you are the mother of two children, can you please stop being such a gossip? You are not supposed to know, so don't pry around!"

After Zhang Qiming finished speaking, he turned around and entered the walking stairs without looking back.

Some secrets are valuable only if you know them alone.

If this loud-tongued woman listened, all the efforts he had made towards Jiang Yan would be in vain.

He Chunmei's smile froze, she looked at his back and cursed silently, asking for trouble and went back to the house.

*

After Jiang Yan saw Zhang Qiming walking away, she picked up the phone.

As soon as I turned on the phone, a bunch of information and hot news notifications popped up.

The owner group is filled with messages of quarrels and requests for help.

It lasted until about three o'clock in the morning.

It's probably not that they were asleep, but that most people's mobile phones were out of battery.

Everything after that is just sporadic information.

Jiang Yan slid her fingers quickly, but her eyes quickly stopped on a slightly weird photo.

Someone used the moon shooting mode of a patriotic phone in the early morning before it was completely bright, and remotely took photos of the central garden and sent them to the group.

In the blue-grey picture, there are several black figures scattered on the colorful plastic walkway in the garden.

They are also found in flower beds, lawns and woods, but in much smaller numbers.

Jiang Yan slid her fingers to enlarge the size of the photo, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she almost lost her grip on the phone and dropped it to the ground.

The black shadows turned out to be corpses that had shriveled beyond recognition!

There was a relatively "fresh" corpse that was densely covered with bloody mosquito bites as big as the face!

Jiang Yan felt like she was going to suffer from trypophobia just by looking at it!