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

This is...the end of the world!

She looked around, but the viewing angle here was too high, exactly at the height of the twentieth floor, and her field of view was interrupted by debris from time to time, so she really couldn't see anything.

I just felt like I was standing in the center of the storm, with no sky or earth.

She closed the visual window in a daze and sat in silence for a while, then suddenly reopened the visual window and stared at it without knowing what she was looking at.

Finally, he closed the window and let out a long sigh.

For the next few days, she continued to record the weather conditions every day.

The clock is still advancing steadily, and so is the temperature. By the time there is only the last week left in November, the temperature has stabilized at above 15 degrees above zero.

This is a quite...comfortable temperature - by the standards of the apocalypse - although it is still a bit cold, compared with the previous minus 80 or 90 degrees, this can already be described as a warm spring.

As for the wind strength, I don't know whether to call it worrying or a relief. It basically maintained at the highest level of level 17, fluctuating between level 15 and level 17.

There are only less than ten days left before the maximum 60-day period predicted by the system. She sincerely hopes that the wind level will not rise again.

During this week, after her recording time ended every morning, she always opened the viewing window and watched silently facing the windy disaster scene.

When there were only five days left in November, she looked at the viewing window and suddenly spoke thoughtfully: "Tong, do you know what I thought of?"

The system replied: "What?"

When the words came to her mouth, she seemed not to know how to word them, and she remained silent and didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, she said: "It feels... like disinfection."

The system took over the conversation very considerately: "What does disinfection mean?"

She paused again and organized the thoughts in her mind into words: "That's it...these natural disasters are very much like disinfection."

"You see," she began slowly, "in the beginning, the first disaster was the heat, right?"

The system responded, and she continued: "That is high-temperature disinfection. The high-temperature apocalypse is followed by heavy rain, right? It is equivalent to high-temperature disinfection and then rinsing with water, right?"

The system paused for a moment and said "Hmm" again. She continued to tell more and more smoothly: "Then...what's going on? Let me take a look. Oh, yes, it's extremely cold."

"What is extreme cold? Isn't it just low temperature and sterilization again? High temperature sterilization, low temperature sterilization, both of these, right?"

The more she talked, the more she realized it was true. She counted on her fingers: "sterilize with high temperature, wash with water, and sterilize with low temperature."

She paused, took a hurried sip of water and continued: "Then now, the strong wind stage, after disinfecting, washing and disinfecting again, and then this is ventilation, right?"

She trailed off, and the system listened in silence for a while, then affirmed: "You said it very well."

She was drinking water now, and was praised by the system. Instead, she held a mouthful of water in her mouth, which had an unpleasant taste.

What do you mean? The system did not praise "what you said makes sense", but directly said "well said". Does that mean that she accidentally discovered some apocalyptic truths?

Is this coming apocalypse really a disinfection operation?

Who is disinfecting? What poison was removed? And most importantly, when is disinfection complete? Can it go back to the way it was before after disinfection?

She couldn't help but think of some sayings that human beings themselves were the greatest harm to the planet.

...Well, after working on it for a long time, it turned out that I wanted to eliminate myself, haha.jpg

She swallowed a sip of water. This was all her own random guessing. When she asked the system, she naturally couldn't get an answer, but she actually vaguely believed in her heart that this might be the truth.

Moving to the terrace, the sun is shining brightly outside the house, the warm sun is blowing slightly, and the golden and red tree crowns are rustling; the grass in the garden below is swaying, with a faint fragrance, and the rooftops of the residential complex in the distance are hidden in gold leaves, which is a bright autumn scene.

She sat on such a terrace, with leaves swaying to welcome her, and oval leaves wrapped around the iron-carved railings. Red and green intertwined, exciting and lively.

But this breakfast was unsatisfactory.

In the past, the fragrant big buns were stuffed into the mouth and chewed. The mellow porridge was passed into the throat spoon by spoon. After taking a few mouthfuls, the mouth was empty and I couldn't help but sigh.

She was thinking, what should she do after washing it with disinfectant water and ventilating it?

She knew that the next stage was the polar night, which meant it was dark and there was no light.

what does that mean? Is there no light to grow in a light-proof culture room? Or just turn on the light and everything ends when your eyes darken?

The system remained silent. How could she guess it on her own? She could only watch and live one day at a time.

Apart from the heavy heart, her quality of life could not be higher. The space is almost where all her wishes come true, and everything she wants can come true.

She couldn't lift her mood, and she didn't have the motivation to have fun. She spent the past few days huddled in the entertainment projection room holding an ice cream, eating and watching cartoons.

After rolling on the mattress, a fluffy blanket was wrapped around the body, and a large bucket of ice cream was wrapped in an insulated bag, which would delay melting and prevent water droplets from dripping everywhere on the surface.

It was said that it was a large bucket of ice cream, but not all of it was commercially available. There were also some that she scrounged from various ice cream stores. She scraped them off, found a bucket, filled them up, and ate them directly with a spoon.

The usual ones are commercially available flavors, such as single vanilla, matcha, and chocolate, as well as some high-end brands with mixed flavors such as tropical fruit flavor and mint chocolate.

There are also richer ones, made by each store using fresh ingredients, with various fruit flavors, more innovative black sesame, and mixed coconut coffee and raspberry pistachio.

It's a big bucket, but I don't dare to eat much. No matter how steely my stomach is, I can't stand it. I want a big bucket just to hold it and eat it. It feels so good.

In fact, I can't eat much. The room is at a comfortable temperature for the human body. Even if it is placed in a thermal bag, it is not closed after all, so the thermal insulation effect is very limited.

After eating it for a while, the remaining ice cream gradually began to melt. When the taste stopped, she stopped eating it.

Sometimes I also pour popcorn into it and eat it with it, or soft and fragrant white bread and soda crackers. This is a fun way to eat, not to mention not much ice cream.

So even though I ate like this for several days, I didn't feel any discomfort in my stomach.

A few more days passed like this, only two days were left, and the 60 days were about to come to an end, but the numbers were still adding up day by day as if they were unconscious.

The wind did not get stronger, as if that surge was the true face of the horror of the apocalypse.

The temperature has also been rising steadily. By now, it is basically around 25 degrees above zero every day, which is truly as warm as spring.