Song Jinhe was eating happily, but the security door was suddenly slammed, and he could hear the voices of several people when he listened carefully.

She frowned slightly, thinking that it should be the survivors who stayed in the building.

The spicy hot in her hand kept exuding an attractive aroma, Song Jinhe turned around and looked, her doors and windows were not opened, in order to prevent the smell of her meal from leaking out, she specially asked the construction team to seal it, and the smell should not be noticed by them.

She frowned and walked into the study to look at the surveillance, and there were two children, a man and a woman, standing outside the door, who looked to be about the same age, about 12.3 years old.

The two of them stood pitifully together, because they hadn't eaten for too long, they looked a little thin, and their voices were not too loud.

"Anyone? Brother and sister, my family has nothing to eat, can you pity us and give us something to eat? ”

The girl whimpered, but her eyes were fixed on the security door, hoping that someone would open the door to give her a chance to rush in.

The two of them kept banging on the security door, seeing that no one responded to them, and they simply didn't bother to pretend to be pitiful.

The boy began to kick with his foot, and the girl went home and got a hammer, and the two of them worked for a long time without even a scratch on the door.

Song Jinhe sneered, the security door and the security door were bought by her at a great price, and a hammer was nothing to fear.

The two children were tired and panting, but their saliva kept secreting, and they looked at the security door with blank eyes, and they were deflated after looking at each other.

The girl tugged at the corner of the boy's clothes: "Brother, didn't grandpa say that we are children, and the people upstairs will definitely be soft-hearted and give us delicious food?"

Why don't you ignore us, I'm so hungry. ”

The boy was young but there was a bit of viciousness in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "We specially picked today, just to get food and not to share it with other people in the building, who would have thought that there was a brute who had no sympathy at all."

Hmph, I still don't believe it, my parents have said that the people upstairs must have food in their hands if they don't go out all the time, let's keep an eye on her, I don't believe I can't catch the opportunity! ”

After saying that, the two of them walked downstairs together, but their legs looked weak and weak, and it was obvious that they hadn't eaten enough for a long time.

Song Jinhe picked up a ball and stuffed it into his mouth to chew, but he was not in a good mood.

She knew that she had been stared at by the survivors in Building 3, but she didn't think that the people downstairs had already begun to calculate her.

I think these two children should know that Cheng Qianhuai went downstairs to leave to search for supplies, but they still heard the sound of footsteps in her house, so they came up, in order to take advantage of the fact that there was only one person on the 18th floor to deceive.

Who would have wanted to hit a wall on her, otherwise they wouldn't have broken the defense directly enough to start slamming the door.

The 17th floor knew about her family's situation, which proved that the other survivors must have known that they could still go out to search for supplies and that food would not be too scarce, so they did not do anything to the 18th floor.

But the supplies will always gradually decrease, and when they are forced to have no way out, the 18th floor will be used by them as a spare granary, and one day they will live in everyone's eyes and calculations.

Song Jinhe picked up the spoon and took a sip of soup, this matter still has to be discussed with Cheng Qianhuai, they must always be prepared to deal with and counterattack.

After drinking the last mouthful of Malatang's soup, Song Jinhe entered the space to take a bath, thought for a while, picked up a fishing rod and walked to the lake to start fishing.

You can eat a meal of sauerkraut fish tonight, she has a lot of spice packets in her space, since life is tasteless, then you always have to have some fun from food.

She set up a small table by the lake, put away snacks and drinks, and began to fish, looking at the scenery in the distance, her heart calmed down.

There are not a few fish in the lake, but there are fish on the hook in half an hour, Song Jinhe pulled it up and saw that it was a fat and tender grass carp, and after putting it in the bucket on the side, he happily walked out of the space.

After the end of the world, she was bored at home all day, and if she didn't have space, she didn't know how bad her mood would become.

There is no night in the space, the sun hangs in the sky all day long, and Song Jinhe will also take the quilt in to dry on weekdays, which can also dispel some of the moisture in the real world.

Carrying a bucket into the kitchen to process the fish and marinate it, Song Jinhe began to chase the TV series he just liked to pass the time.

The rain outside the window is still foggy, and if you open the window and look out, you can still find many survivors who have gone out to search for supplies.

Natural disasters are merciless, but human beings' yearning for life has never been erased.

waited until about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and Song Jinhe quietly listened to the movement in Building 3.

The people who went out to search for supplies were elated, obviously having a good harvest, so they were in a good mood, flattering each other and distributing the supplies evenly.

She looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it stands to reason that Cheng Qianhuai should also come back, why is there still no movement?

While he was wondering, there was a sudden commotion in the building, followed by a noisy push and shove.

Turning on the radio function of the surveillance camera, he could barely hear a few sporadic words, Song Jinhe frowned and listened carefully, but heard a familiar tone.

"What does the material I went out to find by myself have anything to do with you?"

Is it Cheng Qianhuai? He had come back a little later than the other survivors, and now he looked like he had been entangled.

The surveillance camera could only see a small area outside the security door, so it was impossible to get a glimpse of the full picture of the incident, and Song Jinhe hesitated for a moment and walked out of the door with a Tang knife.

Cheng Qianhuai is now in the same camp as her, and it is not very convenient for him to come back with supplies to fight back, and she can't stand by no matter what.

This is the first conflict between Building 3 and the 18th floor, and if they get a taste of the sweetness this time, I think this group of people will be even more advanced in the future.

Open the security door and walk out, there is a strong smell of rain and some human excrement outside.

After all, after the end of the world, the bathroom has long been unusable, and most of the excrement has been poured directly into the stagnant water downstairs, and some are directly solved in the corridor.

She frowned and pulled out a mask, put it on before following the sound and walking downstairs.

It was raining heavily, and the lower floors were already submerged, and everyone was not sure how many floors the water would eventually reach, so the people on the lower floors moved to the upper floors as much as possible.

There are not too many residents in the building itself, and now it seems that there are no people living below the 8th floor.

Usually, the 12th floor is chosen for meetings in Building 3, and Cheng Qianhuai happened to be stopped in the corridor on the 12th floor.

Song Jinhe stood on the stairs and looked down, but found that he was carrying a raft in one hand, a sack in the other, and two full hiking bags on his back, obviously having no chance to resist.

If he wanted to fight back, he could only throw away everything he had, but this happened to follow the wishes of the group, and once they got rid of the supplies, they would snatch them up.

Seeing that the two sides were at a stalemate, Song Jinhe coughed lightly, showed the Tang knife behind his back, and walked downstairs slowly.