The two of them ate dinner in silence, and the bell had been around for 2 months now, waddling around Song Jinhe's feet, which made her relax.

Having such a cute little thing in the home can really reduce the stress of people.

Song Jinhe scratched its chin lightly and sighed a little irritably.

"I don't know when the heat will pass, and if it goes on like this, it will kill people."

Now the survivors have no way to live, and some try to make their way to the beach, but most of them die halfway through.

Even if you do arrive at the beach and drink the filtered water, which is still salty and unpalatable, you may not be able to live until the end of the heat.

It has taken all the strength of human beings to survive.

Cheng Qianhuai handed her a rolled roast duck: "Don't think about it so much, we can only take one step at a time." ”

No one can say for sure, everyone can only try their best to resist foreign enemies now, and let Building 3 hold on longer, longer.

Night is slowly falling, and it is a good time to breed evil.

With the blessing of Jiang Xu's firepower, Building 3 once again sounded the horn of the counterattack, defeating the survivors who tried to continue to get closer.

Rao is no longer afraid of death, and he does not want to be burned alive by the flames, so there are far fewer enemies tonight than last night.

Everyone did not dare to relax, and waited until dawn came, and the enemy outside retreated, and then everyone leaned against the corner of the wall and closed their eyes in a groggy manner.

This kind of battle intensity makes everyone a little unbearable, but they can only grit their teeth and persevere.

Song Jinhe sat directly on the ground, with a sore back and no idea of moving at all, just hoping that he could lie down on the spot and sleep well.

Cheng Qianhuai found her from the crowd, carefully picked her up and took her home.

Some of the rest of the people were also particular about going home to rest, while others were lying down in the corridor and falling asleep.

It was another safe night, and everyone was very happy.

The next day.

Song Jinhe slept groggily until 2 o'clock in the afternoon, but unexpectedly found that it was gloomy outside the window, and there was no shadow of the sun in sight.

She looked out with some confusion, always feeling that something was not right.

The retreating survivors reappeared in front of Building 3 due to the weather, apparently intending to kill them alive in a wheel battle.

Song Jinhe hurriedly went to the house to wake up Cheng Qianhuai and was about to go downstairs, but suddenly heard a scream.

"Something!"

She hurriedly ran to the window and tore open the curtains of the auxiliary bedroom, only to see that hailstones as big as billiards were quickly falling to the ground outside the window, killing several survivors who had no time to escape.

Song Jinhe was surprised and couldn't speak, just stared at the white debris splashed on the ground from time to time, and watched the corpses on the ground being gradually buried by the hail.

What a terrible catastrophe it was, some people who were only 1 step away from the building were smashed in the head by the hail, and the mixture of red and yellow was scattered all over the place, and there was no sound on the spot.

Some people picked up a hailstone from the windowsill with trembling hands and stuffed it into their mouths with big gulps.

These lethal pucks are both disaster and hope.

There was a crackling sound from the roof, and Song Jinhe listened to the glass downstairs being smashed one by one, and the crisp sound of glass was hard to ignore.

She frowned slightly, and subconsciously reached out and touched the bulletproof glass in front of her.

I don't know if this window can withstand this disaster.

At the moment, the 18th floor is very quiet except for the sound of hail falling on the roof, but the downstairs is very chaotic.

Everyone ducked away from the window in a panic, cautiously trying to get close to save it, but was hit by the hail and took a few steps back.

The glass windows were all shattered, and large pucks smashed inward along the broken windows, some of which even rolled indoors, grinning painfully when they hit their feet.

The walls outside the building began to peel off, revealing black cement, which was also smashed and fell in ash at the moment.

No one dared to take a step closer to the window, they subconsciously protected the weak in the center, and the strong and tall man turned his back to the window, trying his best to keep the people in the circle from being harmed.

The hailstorm took more than half an hour to stop, and from time to time a few fish could fall from the sky, and no one dared to go out and gamble on their luck.

Song Jinhe raised her hand and touched the windows in front of her, but there were no cracks, but she didn't dare to guarantee whether these windows would be able to hold up if she did it again.

"Let's go downstairs and see how they're doing."

She got up and walked downstairs, only to find that the survivors had begun to clean up the glass and ice balls scattered on the ground, but fortunately no one was hurt.

Song Jinhe breathed a sigh of relief, but the only thing that made people feel happy was that the temperature had dropped a lot, and it was now comfortable compared to the previous ultra-high temperature.

Everyone was not lazy, and collected all the large and small ice hockey balls together for subsequent use, and some people went to the first floor with tools to pick up the ice hockey pucks, but they did not dare to go out, but only dared to pick them inside with wooden sticks and the like from the room.

Song Jinhe looked at the devastated room, and now the windows were completely broken, and they couldn't withstand the next hailstorm.

They had to pray in their hearts that nothing worse would happen.

Song Jinhe sent a group of people downstairs to repair the doors and windows on the 1st to 4th floors, but fortunately, these things were sealed with iron sheets and wooden boards in two layers, except for being smashed out of some depressions, there was nothing else broken.

The people who went downstairs took a short break and joined the team to catch the ice hockey, not only Building 3, but also the survivors on other floors also sped up the speed of scooping the pucks.

In the sweltering heat, these pucks are life-savers.

But before they had time to rejoice, the hail continued to fall, smashing the windows of the car covered in cracked mud and smashing the heads of humans on the ground.

There was no warning before the hail fell, and if it weren't for the fact that the survivors of Building 3 didn't dare to go out to salvage the ice balls, they would have lost a few people.

Song Jinhe looked at the room that was no longer inhabitable and said, "I don't know when the next hailstorm will fall, for safety reasons, I think it's best for everyone to take refuge in the room on the 1st to 4th floors first."

The windows there are specially reinforced, so you don't have to worry about ice balls coming in. ”

Everyone agreed, brought the necessary supplies, and came to the 1st-4th floor in batches to pick a room to live in.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai did not continue to stay in 1802, and now those tempered glass may not be strong enough, rather than worrying that the glass will break at any time, it is better to go downstairs to live with the army.

Although their behavior will be restricted, they can be sure that they will not be in danger.

With this hailstorm, the survivors outside are much more honest.

They had a scarce source of water and were afraid of the silent hail, so the night was exceptionally quiet, and they could only hear the sound of ice pucks falling intermittently, and they couldn't sleep all night.