Apocalyptic natural disasters, I use the gold house to store goods and win

White mist descended on the seventh day.

Even if all patients infected with the No. 1 virus recover, the research results on Baiwu are not coming out so quickly.

In order to buy time for the research department, the officials began to use various methods to disinfect, and they sprayed carpets in every area.

I don’t expect to be able to remove all the white fog, I just hope that the concentration of the white fog can be lowered and raised more slowly.

But the reality is unsatisfactory.

After each disinfection, the concentration of white mist in the air will decrease, but before there is time to be happy, the white mist appears again in just half an hour, and the concentration is even higher than before.

It floats there quietly, as if laughing at human beings' overestimation.

And this result also made the officials dare not act rashly. They could only place their hope in the research department, hoping to develop a method to combat Baiwu as soon as possible.

In this disaster, everyone has no other option but to survive.

But Shi Jiaojiao didn't know that the heating point had made new progress. She was standing in front of the window, looking outside.

The sky was so blue, the sunshine was so gentle, and she seemed to be able to feel the slight wind blowing outside.

Without looking down, who would know that the world is experiencing a huge disaster.

From the beginning of the end of the world to the present, each disaster is like a test sent by God.

There is only one purpose, survival of the fittest.

Only those who can resist will have a chance to survive, while those who cannot resist will be ruthlessly abandoned by the world and become nutrients or even sacrifices for natural disasters.

At this moment, a sudden scream from the distance interrupted Shi Jiaojiao's thoughts.

When she glanced over, she happened to see a survivor falling into the water on a building diagonally opposite.

With the glass barrier, she couldn't hear the sound of falling water.

But she could imagine it.

It was the sound of human life disappearing.

Shi Jiaojiao closed the curtains expressionlessly.

She didn't even need to think too much, she could basically guess the cause and effect.

During this period, this kind of thing happened not once or twice.

Facing life threats and food shortages, all survivors began to feel in danger.

But looking at the white mist that was everywhere, they couldn't escape and had nowhere to go.

Various robberies and murders also occur frequently. In order to survive, everyone's bottom line has almost disappeared.

Everyone knows that if they want to survive, in addition to the disappearance of the white mist, whoever has more food will survive to the end.

You know, disasters in the past started within half a year, but now that everything is dangerous outside, where will the food come from?

They can't get out and search for supplies. In this case, will the officials risk their lives to send relief food to them?

For a time, the entire Tiantai community was in a state of chaos.

There are also many people who cannot withstand the blow and commit suicide.

They originally thought that the apocalypse was over and everything would return to peace, but the sudden white fog, the robbed houses, rations, and the constant loss of vitality were all the last straw for them.

The entire city is tightly wrapped in emotions of fear, fear, confusion and despair.

The eighth day of white fog.

Since they started to stay behind closed doors, Shi Jiaojiao and Mu Ci were on alert. Not to mention eating, they even had to find every opportunity to go to the space to drink water. They even wore masks and protective clothing when sleeping, trying to pack themselves up. to the teeth.

And the effect is indeed obvious. Until now, neither of them has shown any symptoms.

The two of them speculated that it might take a certain amount of white mist to be inhaled before they would start to cough, develop rashes, and eventually die.

Although the two of them were safe for the time being, Shi Jiaojiao looked very unhappy.

Because Wang Jia actually started to cough.

You know, many people have died in the white fog.

It only took seven days from coughing to death.

When she heard the news, Shi Jiaojiao almost threw the walkie-talkie out of her hand.

She tried hard to control her emotions and asked, "When did she start coughing? How bad is it now?"

Tang Wei's voice was trembling. Jiajia was infected. The most painful thing was himself. Every time he heard a cough, it seemed to cut a hole in his heart.

He didn't understand why Wang Jia was infected?

He wished he was the one infected.

Tang Wei suppressed the panic in his heart and said, "I was coughing in the middle of the night last night. My current situation is okay..."

He wanted to say that Wang Jia's situation was not good at all.

But Jiajia just looked at him like that, even suppressing her coughs for fear that Shi Jiaojiao would be worried. How could he bear to let his girlfriend down?

"You take good care of her. Don't worry. Wang Jia hasn't avenged her parents yet. She's reluctant to leave. I'll figure out the rest."

After hanging up the intercom, Shi Jiaojiao took a long breath, her lips still trembling a little.

She looked at Mu Ci and wanted to speak, but a sour feeling rushed into her nose, so sour that she almost shed tears.

She and Tang Wei said they would think of a solution, but what solution could they think of now?

Even if the white mist disappears, the white mist that Wang Jia breathed in is still there.

What should I do?

Seeing Shi Jiaojiao like this, Mu Ci directly held her trembling hands, "Don't worry, I'll call Qin Jun first. Maybe the authorities have found a way?"

Shi Jiaojiao suddenly raised her head, yes, there were Qin Jun and officials.

But after calling the phone this time, no one answered.

Shi Jiaojiao bit her lip, feeling anxious.

She wanted the call to be connected as soon as possible, but she was afraid that the call would be connected.

At this moment, Qin Jun's voice came from the receiver.

"What happened?"

Mu Ci did not mention Wang Jia this time, but asked about the official progress.

But who is Qin Jun? When doing tasks before the end of the world, what they pay most attention to is the details.

And if something hadn't happened, the brother and sister wouldn't have called him in such a hurry.

He asked: "Are Tang Wei and Wang Jia infected? Are they both sick, or is it just one?"

Mu Ci spoke normally, so he must be fine for the time being. If Shi Jiaojiao was infected, Mu Ci would not have this tone now.

After much deliberation, there was only one other couple.

Mu Ci said "Yes": "It's Wang Jia. He started coughing since midnight yesterday."

Qin Jun sighed. The conditions of Shi Jiaojiao and the four of them were so good that some people started to show symptoms, not to mention other survivors struggling in the white mist.

"There has been progress on the official side, but the results have not come out yet. But don't worry, we will definitely find a way to fight Baiwu as quickly as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Shi Jiaojiao's eyebrows relaxed a little.

If the officials hadn't discovered something, Qin Jun would never have spoken so confidently.

Thinking of this, Shi Jiaojiao immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and told the news downstairs.

After Tang Wei heard this, his tense nerves relaxed a bit.

It's good if there is progress. If there is progress, it means there is still hope.