"I'm so tired, and I'm seeing that the good days are coming to an end."

Song Jinhe shook his head and sighed twice, the sunlight outside the window was covered by heavy curtains, and the temperature did not decrease at all.

*

August 11 is the 270th day of the end times.

The stagnant water outside the window has all evaporated, and a thick layer of mud has accumulated on the ground, which is now dry and cracked and smelly.

There are no people on the street, the ground temperature is as high as about 80 °C, and all kinds of mosquitoes are crawling out of the cracks, and the bite on the person can instantly cause a red and swollen bag.

Song Jinhe frowned and looked at the rats and cockroaches that climbed up from the various sewer pipes, somewhat disgusting.

The vitality of these things is indeed tenacious enough, and seeing that after two natural disasters, there are still children and grandchildren who can survive, which has had a great impact on human beings.

Cheng Qianhuai sprayed the sewer with insecticide in his hand, and the effect was not bad, but the dense corpses were still disgusting.

"We're like this on the 18th floor, and it's only going to get worse if you think about other floors."

Song Jinhe frowned and watched: "We should grasp the root cause, the mosquitoes downstairs can't be eliminated, and we can't live in peace." ”

"What are you going to do? You can't give them pesticides, can you? This isn't something you can just send out. ”

Cheng Qianhuai used expanded foam to block all the sewer gaps, and sprayed with insecticide to barely have time to breathe.

"No, they're not without hands and feet, and if they have anything they need, they will naturally look for it."

Song Jinhe opened his mouth and replied: "Plug all the gaps that can be plugged and give them some time." ”

The survivors in Building 3 have all undergone a major reshuffle, and those who can survive are not lazy people.

The first thing they thought of when there was an obstacle in front of them was to find a way to solve it by themselves, rather than going upstairs to ask for help from the 18th floor.

At this moment, the survivors in 1602 are holding torches and the like, and they can scorch a large number of small flying insects in an instant, but there are too many mosquitoes, and they dare not be too presumptuous in order to avoid fire.

The air conditioner is turned on in the house, and some time ago Xu Qingkang researched a new type of manpower generator, which can support 3 air conditioners and 1 refrigerator.

In order to gather together to blow the air conditioner, all the survivors moved to the 16th floor to survive, although it was a little crowded, but the focus was on being cool and comfortable.

The power of the generator is very high, but it still requires manpower to generate electricity, so it is not much easier, but people living in a comfortable air-conditioned house are willing to contribute to the supply of electricity.

"What should I do, Brother Wang, these things keep crawling into our house, if we don't stop it in time, I'm afraid even the newly grown potatoes will have to be eaten by those red-eyed mice!"

The man with the torch burning the flying insects was a little anxious, and Wang Xingsheng also had a big bag in his mouth because he was in a hurry, and everyone's mood was a little heavy.

I thought that with air conditioning I could improve my life, who would have thought that there would be such a moth.

"Tonight we started the vigil in shifts, and those who weren't given their turn to keep watch went out to find all sorts of insecticides, sticky rats, boards, and so on.

In addition to these, we also need iron sheets, wooden boards, which can be used to reinforce doors and windows, and everyone should pay attention to them. ”

Wang Xingsheng opened his mouth to release the task, they don't need to focus on stockpiling food now, some time ago, relying on the assault boat brought back by Song Jinhexin, they have found a lot of food and mineral water.

The basic survival problem has been solved, and they can devote their energy to searching for things that can improve their lives, after all, no one wants to sleep with flies and mice.

The survivors all came down, looking up at the modified air conditioner, enjoying the cool breeze and even thinking that the red-eyed rats were much cuter.

In order to save electricity to supply the air conditioners in the 1601 master bedroom planting area, the other two air conditioners can only be turned on for about 12 hours a day.

But that's good, and they don't know how lucky they are compared to the survivors out there who can only endure the heat to sleep.

Everyone is content and hopeful for the future.

At the end of the day, everyone cleaned up the rats and cockroaches that climbed up the sewer pipes, and worked until dark before sending out a team of people to search for supplies.

They are heavily armed, with sharp, sharpened weapons in their hands, ready for the danger of sudden bursts of darkness.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai did not go out with them, and no one could be in Building 3.

Once Wang Xingsheng's team and the 18th floor are not there, the remaining old and weak women and children will have no chance of winning against those with ill intentions.

"It's getting dark late, do you think someone will come tonight?"

Cheng Qianhuai opened the window and looked out, and from time to time he could see the light of a few flashlights, but they only disappeared in a flash, and there was no sense of existence.

Song Jinhe held a cup of honey grapefruit tea with ice in his hand, and he also had his own thoughts in his heart.

"In the evening, I saw a few people outside the building who probed their brains, just now Brother Wang and a group of them went out, and those who wanted to come to those probes should also go back to ventilate and report."

The city center has been in chaos for more than half a month, and the battle for materials has been going on for a long time, and Building 3 may also be involved.

Being able to steal half a month's spare time is already a luxury for them, and now they have to fight it with their spirits.

"Let's go, let's go down, and don't let those vigil suffer."

Song Jinhe drank all the honey grapefruit tea in his hand, took out a pistol and bullets from the space and handed them to Cheng Qianhuai, the two glanced at each other, opened the security door and walked out.

The night is the most dangerous in the scorching heat, and I don't know how many wild beasts are hidden in the darkness, just waiting for the prey to take their lives when they are unprepared.

It's a pity that the survivors in Building 3 are not only prey, but also hunters.

Outside Building 3, a team of about 20 people cowered in the corner, whispering something about something.

The leader is a fat man, who has experienced extreme cold and can still have this volume, and it should be good to think about it.

Sweat was already pouring from his forehead, dripping down his chin, and his breathing became a little short as he looked at the door of Building 3.

"Their combat strength has just gone out to search for supplies, and now is the time for us to go in and scavenge for supplies.

Brothers, everyone cheered me up, they seem to be living a fairly nourishing life, and there must be a lot of things in their hands! ”

The fat man's double chin trembled slightly because of excitement: "After this vote, let's celebrate tomorrow, and no one will leave Lao Tzu behind!" ”

As soon as he gave the order, the team members behind him all shouted in a low voice, lowered their pace and cautiously rushed towards the gate of Building 3.

But before they could get closer, the fat man at the head fell to the ground with a bang, and there was a bloody hole in his head.

"! Top dog! ”

The younger brothers who followed behind were all messed up, but it was too dark, and the flashlights in their hands could only shine chaotically around, and they couldn't find the source of the bullets at all.