In the apocalypse of natural disasters, she has a universal APP

She gurgled and drank heavily. Contrary to the dry oral mucosa, her heart was not tired at all, and she even felt that she could finish another three hundred episodes.

Moreover, after turning my head for a moment, I thought again that she does not necessarily have to be the speaker!

There are so many literary and artistic works about mystery detectives in the world, how many has she seen? It really may not even be a drop in the ocean.

The system can read these data. I believe that with Goldfinger's ability, planning such a game does not have to be as strenuous as hers.

At that time, let the system randomly select one - or let her give a rough scope and type, and let the system select a book. She will be the participant and the system will be the speaker.

It must be fun for her to play a game in a situation where she is completely unfamiliar with the plot.

Of course, even if she could exchange player identities, she still didn't give up on sorting out the plots and cases by herself. It was very interesting to watch the TV series and hold the original novel in her arms every day, and sort out a little bit of it every day.

Time passed slowly while drawing mind maps. Two weeks passed quickly in November, and it was already approaching the middle of November.

This morning, after recording the time and weather report as usual, she sighed.

The system predicts the duration of the strong wind phase is 30 to 60 days, but now there are less than 20 days left.

The weather changes are also relatively stable. By mid-November, the temperature has officially exceeded freezing and returned to above freezing.

If the temperature continues to rise in the future, the frozen world of ice and snow will gradually melt.

Although the lowest temperature every day has now returned to zero, it has been cold outside for a long time, and the ice and snow have frozen layer after layer. In such a vast world of ice and snow, it is really not that easy to melt.

At the same time, the wind force was approaching level 12, which was already a very scary disaster level. In the popular science videos she watched, level 11 was already a relatively rare level on land.

She watched some scattered popular science videos and read books, and had a general understanding.

Among other things, her focus was on how long her residence in the outside world could withstand strong winds.

This building is thirty-two stories high. According to various sources, the wind resistance level of such a floor height is stronger, and it can probably withstand typhoons of level 10 to 12.

And now...she brought up the visual window and looked at the rented cabin that she hadn't stayed in for a long time.

The wind force has reached level 12. Looking at it now, it seems that there has been no damage for the time being. From her fixed perspective looking out from the space, it doesn't feel like there is any shaking.

Although she has settled in the space, she still has expectations for the stability of the outside building. No matter what, as long as the house does not collapse, people will have hope.

If such a high-rise building is really damaged, I don’t know how the official evacuation base is arranged.

Although she lives a comfortable life, she always hopes that others will suffer less.

Just like that, two or three days later, one morning, she wrote the still-moving time on the blank calendar grid, then turned on the computer and let the system perform the weather report as usual.

"Today's minimum temperature is 5 degrees above zero, and the maximum temperature is 8 degrees above zero."

"Today's maximum wind level reached level 17."

Wei Jiao's tapping on the keyboard suddenly stopped, and she looked confused: "What...? How many levels?"

The system repeated calmly: "Today's maximum wind level has reached level 17."

The confused and slightly frightened expression on her face, as if she didn't hear clearly or was misunderstood, suddenly changed color, and she took on a look of extreme astonishment.

"Level 10 - 17?" She asked in a voice, her voice cracked because of the unexpected fact, but she naturally had no time to care at this time.

Her eyes widened, and she tugged at the mouse to locate the wind level from the previous day.

"This is impossible! How could it be level 17?" She paused the mouse on yesterday's data point. "Wasn't it level 12 yesterday? How could it be level 17 in just one day?"

The system said again: "After testing, today's wind has indeed risen to level 17."

The eyes, nose, and mouth on her face were all wide open, and her mouth moved a few times, but she didn't say anything.

After a long while, she murmured, as if to herself: "How is this possible..."

After a while, her heart, which had been held high, was dropped heavily and began to beat wildly.

There is nothing impossible - this is the end of the world!

She was in a daze, and on the computer screen in front of her, several long climate data tables scattered in her field of vision, and the gentle arcs gradually blurred into cliffs.

It was because the previous data records were too stable, which made her think that all the apocalypse would be like this, grinding up a little bit every day, and then falling down a little bit.

But in fact, didn’t she already know that there are no rules in the apocalypse?

It seemed that it had been a "regular" day for too long, and the soaring wind level suddenly seemed to hit the back of her head, allowing her to once again see the terrifying face of the end of the world.

She looked at today's record, level 17... what kind of concept is this...

Her throat was choked and dry, and she sat for a while. Then, as if she suddenly remembered, she opened the visual window that allowed her to see the outside world.

As soon as he opened it, before the scene received by the eyes could be transmitted to the brain and fed back to the cognition of the scene, something unknown hit him head on.

She was so shocked that she subconsciously raised her hands to block, shrank up, and felt her heartbeat speed up.

When she realized that she was in space, that this was the scene from the outside world, and that she could not be hurt, she opened her eyes and put down her hands with lingering fear, looking towards the viewing window.

Where did the attack items come from in the house? Was the window broken?

After her brain had processed all the information and fed it back to her, her thoughts became clear, and everything in front of her finally became clear:

Where is the problem of whether the windows are broken or not? The whole building is gone!

Wherever the eyes looked, the wind was rolling in, and debris was dancing in the air. It seemed that the air was not air, but an ecological environment composed of strong winds and these weapons.

Looking up, she saw that the ceiling and the floors above it had been torn down at some point. Looking down, she saw that the view was suspended in the air, and the raging storm and debris were rolling in, making her dizzy for a while.

After just a few glances, countless debris was carried by the tornado through the "screen". Even though she knew it wouldn't hurt herself, she still reflexively stepped back from time to time.

Just...just treat it like watching naked-eye 3D. She gave herself a psychological suggestion, so that it would be better. Although she would tremble when something suddenly hit her, her heartbeat was not so strong.

What are those in the sky? It seemed that these high-rise buildings were the result of the wind coming out of the crusher. She saw the cracked surfaces of broken bricks, huge black ice and snow, and even electrical appliances coming towards her.

Looking around, there is another building somewhere!