People can survive for a few days without food, but they can't survive a day without water. Huang Ping is deeply aware of this.

When the water is gradually absorbed by the thirsty cells in the body, Kohei feels truly alive.

The old electric fan had been turned on to its maximum wind speed, and the hot air was constantly rushing back and forth in the room, and Huang Ping was lying flat on the bed covered with a mat in a large shape, weak and unwilling to move for a moment.

Exhausted, he was completely driven by the desire to survive, and whenever he came out of a fat man's room, there was only the next room number left in his mind.

But at this moment, he couldn't help but flash a set of numbers in his mind, one building has 25 households, and two buildings are 50 households, but the money in his hand is only 460 yuan. Aside from Aunt Shen and himself, if the last fat man received the letter and didn't need to deliver a new letter, then he should charge 470 yuan. This shows that in addition to him and Aunt Shen, there is still a room where the fat man is not lived.

He immediately jumped up, opened the dilapidated cupboard, found paper and pen, and lay down on the bed to gesticulate.

He desperately recalled the room number he heard from a different fat man's mouth each time, and then drew a rough circuit map.

Although people sometimes do not deliberately memorize them, they subconsciously record those scenes and wait for people to dig them out.

Huangping grabbed his hair messily, recalled for a long time, and finally drew a rough line diagram.

Amazingly, the room he had never entered turned out to be 401 facing his other building.

Seeing that the time has reached the afternoon, although I don't know what the "21:00" written on the note means, but as the time approaches, I believe that something will happen eventually, and before that, it is certainly not a bad thing to know more about the situation here.

Although he was hungry now, at least he was full of water, and his spirit had recovered for the most part, so Huang Ping decided to go and investigate it now.

Time in this old neighborhood was noticeably faster than normal, and after the scene at Lemmon's outpost, Kohei was not much surprised, he just went up and down the stairs quickly, trying to race against time.

He panted and stood at the doorway of another 401, raising his hand and knocking lightly.

As Kohei expected, no one in the door answered. After more than 40 times of kicking the door, Kohei gradually discovered the most labor-saving and most effective method of kicking the door.

After a few steps, he raised his leg to the position under the door lock, and the door "clicked" open.

There was no expected cool air, and the room was stuffy and a little musty, as if it hadn't been ventilated for a long time. The light is still relatively sufficient, so that Kohei can see the furnishings in the house clearly.

The floor of the small living room is a light layer of ash, which should have been untouched for a while.

The furnishings are as old as the building's, in the style of the old urban-rural junction, with glass cabinets and a mottled red paint that is about to peel off.

The bedroom door was closed, and a curtain of flowers hung from the door.

Kohei stepped into the living room, and for some reason, the closer he got to the closed door, his heart pounding for no apparent reason.

What's in there?

With this question in mind, Kohei turned the doorknob.

With a "squeak", the door was not locked, and Huang Ping slowly pushed the door open.

The space inside the door was beyond Akira's imagination, completely different from the small bedroom he lived in, and the space here would have exceeded the size of the building if it was calculated according to normal logic.

But judging from the appearance, there should be no difference in the size of the two buildings.

And in this huge space, there are neat rows of shelves, which are filled with all kinds of food ingredients.

Vegetables, meats, fruits, staple foods, beverages, dairy products, snacks are sorted out, just like a large supermarket, and they look very fresh.

Kohei really couldn't help but want to open a bag of potato chips casually and taste it, but Klose's admonition kept lingering in his head, telling him to pick it up and put it down, and pick it up and put it down.

Eventually, he sighed and forced his instinct to hold back his body's thirst, and his eyes no longer looked directly at the dazzling array of food.

Perhaps this place is a warehouse of raw materials for the daily diet of those fat people.

With the sheer appetite of the fat guys, it seemed reasonable to have such a large warehouse hidden in a dormitory building.

Kohei cautiously probed around, after all, this place was not ordinary, and it was normal to hide one or two weirdos in some secret place.

After turning around, Kohei didn't find anything unusual, it really seemed to be a simple food storehouse.

At this time, Huang Ping suddenly saw a row of freezers in the corner of the wall, and he didn't seem to be looking carefully just now.

So he took a few steps forward to see what was inside.

It didn't matter what it looked like, but it surprised Huangping. I saw that in addition to the three empty freezers, there was a female body lying in one freezer.

She was not up and down an inch, her long hair was pressed under her back, and there were still a few strands floating outside, which looked extremely elegant.

Huang Ping's eyes widened, although such an intuitive and perfect female body had a great visual impact, he still insisted on moving his gaze to her face.

This...... Isn't this the Son?

How could she be lying here?

Kohei hurriedly stepped forward, trying to open the freezer door and rescue the Holy Son.

It was as if she had fallen asleep, her complexion was calm, her limbs relaxed, her skin was firm and pale, and she did not show the bright red color of her skin after freezing to death.

But he searched under the freezer, but couldn't find the switch.

He tried to open the door violently, but he ran out of strength, his voice was almost hoarse, and he couldn't pry the cabinet door in the slightest.

He gasped and sat down against the freezer, helpless.

And just then, he heard heavy footsteps not far away.

He hurriedly used the nearest shelf as cover, poking his head out to see who it was.

What he didn't expect was that Aunt Shen was pushing a cart twice as big as an ordinary supermarket, and as she walked, she threw all kinds of ingredients into it.

Before she knew it, she was walking to the freezer where the Son was kept.

Aunt Shen stopped and pondered for a while, and her mouth seemed to be constantly muttering something,

Her movements behind her left Kohei dumbfounded, and he could barely believe his eyes. Aunt Shen just lifted the freezer above her head with one hand and threw it into the cart with a "boom".

Originally, the small cart was not enough to hold such a huge freezer, but at the same time as the freezer was put down, its length and width quickly skyrocketed, and the freezer was just right to accommodate it.

Seeing Aunt Shen pushing the freezer into the distance, Huang Ping immediately secretly followed.

Since she had taken the freezer away, there must be a way to open it.