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

This set of perpetual calendars can also be torn, but instead of tearing from the root near the iron ring, a square tear-off area is separated by a tear line at the bottom of each elongated paper page.

The date is written in large characters in this square, and the month and week are marked in small characters. A modern poem is typed vertically in the remaining part.

They are not long, the characters are spaced widely, and the characters are not large. They use some kind of implicit and correct calligraphy font.

The pages are all in a variety of bright solid colors, similar to the large wall calendar that is also placed in this house. Each season has the same color, but each month has a different color.

The entire rectangular page is not big, no longer than the length of a hand, about two fingers wide, and the torn-off square is even smaller, like a stamp——

The tear lines are all at the same height, and the style is the same, in a regular wavy shape, really similar to some stamps.

She read the description of this set of calendars on the details page of Goldfinger Online Shopping, and it seemed that it could be used for accounting. The torn off parts were pasted in the accounting book as a record of dates.

The remaining part with the verses written on it can actually be removed - the iron ring strung on it is like an enlarged key ring, which can be looped out directly. It is also good to take it off and use it as a bookmark.

Of course, you can also use scissors to snap it off more casually, or if you have strong hands, you can use it directly to create a natural tearing effect.

Hmm... She couldn't wait to finish the last December, so she quickly put in a new calendar.

The last day of November slipped away smoothly. She touched her heart before going to bed and found that her mood was really peaceful.

Even though she would enter the strange natural disaster of the polar night tomorrow, she was in a calm mood, not panicking and anxious, and just moved forward with time.

This was a good attitude. She yawned and was really not affected. She fell asleep quickly.

The alarm clock rings and you get up.

While lying in bed, I called up the timer and took a look. Sure enough, 60 had jumped back to 1.

We are currently on Day 1 of the End of the Night phase.

She was still lying on the bed, yawning with a long face, and opened the visual window directly to observe the outside world without taking any action.

It's still daylight, it's eight o'clock in the morning. Judging from the current daily temperature of about 30 degrees above zero, it should really be bright at eight o'clock.

The 17-level strong wind that had been raging for nearly half a month disappeared without knowing when. Her perspective stood quietly on the 20th floor in the air, and for the first time she could see the surrounding scene so clearly.

There was nothing else to see. There were broken walls and ruins everywhere. The position where she entered the space was too far from the ground, and the visual window could not be moved. Looking down from this height, she could only see a mess.

A large area of ​​black and brown soil is the earth. The good news is that there is no water. It is estimated that after the ice and snow melt, the official golden fingers will come to absorb the water again.

She squinted her eyes for a long time, but she couldn't see anything clearly. Everything was blurred by the sharp wind and the broken buildings were piled into a pile.

She had no doubt that if the visual window could transmit the smell, she would have been fainted by the smoke by now.

After looking at it for a while, there was really nothing to see. Everything in the field of vision was the same. There were no moving traces of humans or animals. Everything was lifeless and frozen.

She closed the window, and her sleepiness had completely dissipated.

We have entered the polar night stage, everything still looks calm, the sky is still bright, and the unknown disaster has not yet begun.

We still have to go on living those days, right?

I got up, stretched, and opened the curtains.

She has been living in this urban single-family house for the past few days, and the external environment has been set to winter according to the time of December.

It is now eight o'clock in the morning, and a brilliant golden sun is releasing warmth in the iron-gray sky. The room is very warm, which is the comfortable temperature of the human body.

She looked at the city bathed in the cold morning light. There were already cars on the road. It was a normal sight of a city waking up.

Facing the not-so-bright sunshine, she stretched out, stretched out the back of her neck and shoulder blades, and let out a sour moan.

Throwing down her arms, she also let out a breath. She moved her shoulders and asked the system smoothly: "Tong, how long will this polar night last?"

The system replied: "Sorry, the estimated duration of the polar night phase cannot be given."

Wei Jiao's movements of putting her hands on her shoulders and making circles stopped. She was a little shocked and subconsciously asked: "What?"

The system answered again: "The polar night stage is more complicated than the previous natural disaster stages, and it is impossible to estimate the duration."

She actually heard it clearly, but she was too shocked that her brain could not process the news instantly.

After possessing Goldfinger, on the first day of each new natural disaster stage, she would routinely ask how long the current natural disaster would last.

Knowing this range is equivalent to being mentally prepared, especially when counting data such as outside temperature every day, and being able to make appropriate calculations based on the known time range.

Every time before, the system would give an answer, making her very accustomed to this 100% accurate doomsday prediction, but now...

What is...unpredictable? What does it mean that the polar night is more complicated than other natural disasters?

Thinking this way, she asked the same question, but the system failed to provide any more information.

Her eyes reflected the increasingly popular morning view of the city outside the window, but her mind was in chaos.

"Hmm...you said the polar night stage is more complicated, in what aspects?" She tried to dig out new information by asking precise questions, "For example, compared with the previous natural disasters, the polar night is irregular?"

This time the system did not just throw out a universal "Sorry can't answer this question", but it was still a well-known saying: "I can't predict the future, so I can't give a specific answer."

She had no choice but to think about it first in her confused mind.

The system cannot predict the duration of the polar night natural disaster because the polar night stage itself is more complicated. So where is the complexity?

She recalled the previous sequence of natural disasters: high temperatures, torrential rain, extreme cold and strong winds.

If she just chewed words, she seemed to be able to vaguely understand the "simpleness" of these four natural disasters that had passed, but she really had no clue about the complexity that was the opposite of it.

Just like when she asked about the next natural disaster when it first entered the strong wind stage, when she learned about the disaster "Polar Night", she did not understand the meaning of "Polar Night" as she immediately understood "high temperature" and "heavy rain".

This may be a kind of "complexity".

anything else? What else does this complexity include? The unclear causes of disasters, rare natural disasters, and unpredictable disaster relief processes all made her, who was used to predicting in advance, feel uncomfortable.