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

Tang Wei's expression was a little ugly. Although he also hated that man when he was a child, he hated him because if he didn't like him, why did he give birth to him?

But as he got older, he had let go of those things long ago.

Not to mention that Tang Tianlin came over specifically to explain to him the grudges of the previous generation.

Letting go of others is also letting go of yourself.

From then on, he treated Tang Yixun simply as a neighbor elder and never thought of recognizing him as a relative.

But no matter how close his relationship with the other person was, he never thought that the man would be infected by the black fog and might die in the end of the world.

At this moment, his mind was in a mess. He opened his mouth, but felt like there was a breath stuck in his throat.

Wang Jia looked at Tang Wei's expression and could only help him comfort Tang Tianlin.

"Don't worry. No matter what symptoms your dad has now, it may not be an infection. The temperature at home is so low, maybe he has a cold?"

At the end, his tone was a little dry.

Because she understood that Tang Tianlin was not a fool, it was impossible for him to not be able to tell the difference between a cold and an infection.

Shi Jiaojiao frowned and said, "Take good care of your father first, and don't neglect your own health. The base has never given up, and there must be a way. And as far as I know, no survivors infected by the black room have died."

Tang Tianlin hummed, his mood still low.

Well, the father and son have been dependent on each other for so long, and neither of them would be able to remain calm if something like this happened.

After hanging up the call, Shi Jiaojiao called Qin Jun again.

While waiting for the other party to answer the phone, she subconsciously held her breath. She had never felt so nervous before.

I hope the other party will have good news, but I am also afraid that my hopes will be dashed.

As expected, luck did not come this time.

Although researchers are working around the clock, the search for a specific drug has not yielded any results.

Not only the base, but even the capital was helpless against the sudden appearance of black fog.

Countless top talents gathered together and thought of countless methods, but none of them worked at all.

That night, Shi Jiaojiao and the other three all suffered from insomnia.

After tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, everyone simply went into the space and dug out a few bottles of red wine.

There were four lounge chairs on the beach, and everyone lay on them looking at the endless sea.

Except for the sound of rolling waves, the entire beach was silent.

The four of them drank glass after glass in silence until they had finished all three bottles of red wine.

Among them, Tang Wei drank the most. The pressure brought by the black fog and the symptoms of infection from his biological father made him feel extremely heavy.

After drinking, everyone came out of the space and returned to the yard.

The other three were fine, but Shi Jiaojiao was so drunk that she was staggering even when walking. In the end, Mu Ci carried her into the bedroom.

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were blurred, and her breath was filled with the rich aroma of red wine.

She can only drink one sip at most, and if she hadn't been suffering from insomnia tonight, Mu Ci wouldn't have let her drink even a drop of alcohol.

Although she only drank one glass in the end, it was already a great achievement for her.

Mu Ci gently placed the person in his arms on the bed, then used a wet towel to wipe his girlfriend's face and hands. After finishing, he tucked her into the warm quilt.

Shi Jiaojiao was already in a deep sleep and was unaware of this.

Alcohol is indeed a good thing.

At least it can allow them to have a good sleep on this sleepless night.

The tenth day since the black fog appeared.

Everything remains the same, except that the concentration of black fog in the air is rising at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the base still has not found any way to contain it.

At the same time, Tang Tianlin brought another piece of bad news.

He was also infected.

After hanging up the phone, the four of them became even more silent.

They knew before that low temperatures could only slow down the rate of infection.

But when the facts are laid out before my eyes, I can't help but feel anxious.

What exactly is the black fog?

Is there no solution to this problem?

On this day, they began to read through the books they had saved and even watched a lot of disaster movies, hoping to find some inspiration from them.

However, until night fell and the moon was high in the sky, the four people still found nothing.

The eleventh day since the black fog appeared.

After getting up and washing up, the four of them gathered in the living room.

Looking at the thermometer on the coffee table, everyone first closed their eyes and prayed to the gods in their hearts.

Five minutes later, everyone looked at the scales on their thermometers and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although it is not known whether praying to the gods has worked, they are still safe so far.

After breakfast, Shi Jiaojiao took out the last four masks from the space. Her expression was as ugly as the fish head in the soup in the morning.

If tomorrow remains the same, they will probably not be able to avoid being infected by the black fog.

When the mask artifact was stuffed into her hand, Wang Jia pursed her lips and her eyes met with Tang Wei's. Without saying anything, they instantly understood each other's thoughts.

Then she pushed both masks out without any hesitation.

"Jiaojiao, keep these two for you and Mu Ci."

It’s not that she is not afraid of death. She has persisted until now. Who wants to die?

But Shi Jiaojiao has already helped them so much, and there are only four masks left. The possibility of finding a solution within 24 hours is too small.

It would be better to leave all the masks to each other.

If only two people were using it, they could last another forty-eight hours.

Shi Jiaojiao frowned: "Even if it's left to me and Mu Ci, it's only one more day. If the base can find a solution, we won't die even if we lose one more day. If we can't find a solution, what's the point of having one more day?"

In the end, the two mask artifacts were forced into Wang Jia's hands.

Of course, they didn't want to sit there and wait for death. Compared to ordinary survivors, the supplies in their space were much richer.

Without the magic mask, can they just wait to die?

They also have ordinary masks. If one is not enough, then bring two. If two are not enough, then bring three.

There are still quite a few fully enclosed protective suits, all of which are brand new and unopened, and they even have unused oxygen cylinders.

It's too early to give up now.

In the afternoon, Shi Jiaojiao was sitting in the living room when she suddenly heard a "buzzing" sound coming from outside the window.

Puzzled, she opened the curtains and looked outside, only to discover that the drone, which had been on strike for a day, had resumed working today.

How is this going?

During this period, she and Qin Jun contacted each other almost every day.

So until yesterday, all the medicines in the base had been tested, and all of them had no effect on the black fog.

So why are drones showing up again today?

Could it be that a drug has been developed that can reduce the concentration of black fog?

But if the research has made progress, the base cannot hide it from the survivors.

What the survivors lack most now is hope.

So what are drones spraying?