Stock up in space to survive and save civilization in the end of the world

Locking the door, Lin Qian immediately entered the space.

The little yellow ball flew over and asked worriedly: "Sissi, are you feeling okay?"

"Bring me the light blue medicine box in the medicine cabinet."

Still feeling dizzy, Lin Qian sat on a stool in the living room and drank three glasses of water to quench her thirst.

Xiao Huangqiu quickly placed the medicine box on the table and opened it. Lin Qian took out the painkillers and special medicines and ate them quickly.

After a while, she took the first aid kit and went to the bathroom to treat the wound in front of the mirror.

The wound is a bit deep, but according to previous experience, the body will be repaired quickly and there is no need to go to the hospital.

Although the girl in the mirror is a little haggard, she has delicate features and looks a bit like a doll.

Lin Qian suddenly remembered that according to what Xiao Huangqiu said before, every time he went to a different world, his newly constructed body was accepting the collector's consciousness.

So here comes the question: "Little yellow ball, if the body can heal and repair quickly, how can the collector's life be in danger?"

To put it simply, if it can repair the body and regenerate cells, shouldn’t it have immortality?

The little yellow ball scratched his head and explained: "Time backtracking will release a large amount of energy. After the collector's body is repaired, this energy will slowly disappear with the passage of time, and the collector's body in that world will also change. Just like normal people."

Lin Qian silently remembered the words "time travel" in her heart. She must ask what is going on when she goes back, like a time traveler?

"Sissi, don't ask. In the Star Cone Civilization, the confidentiality level of time retrieval is very high, so I don't know."

"Is the expression so obvious?" Lin Qian looked at the person in the mirror, and was actually spotted by the little yellow ball.

"Sissi, your eyes were shining with excitement just now."

"Okay, I won't ask anymore."

If she keeps going, one day she will know the truth.

Back in the living room, Lin Qian closed her eyes and began to have a memory flashback.

Three months ago, on April 4, the sun suddenly burst into violent activity, releasing a large number of high-speed charged particles. This process lasted for a long time.

Radio signal interruption, satellite navigation and positioning system failure, satellite communication link interruption, electronic information system failure...

Everything happened so suddenly that many people called that day a "global car accident."

This 19-year-old girl named Li Pingxi lost her last relative on the day of the "global car accident".

When she was ten years old, her parents' plane crashed, leaving her and her brother Li Pingchuan to depend on each other.

Li Pingchuan was 18 years old at the time. He was just a freshman and took on the responsibility of the family.

The two brothers and sisters supported each other through those tragic years.

After being admitted to the university of his choice, his brother married his gentle sister-in-law, and a new life came into the family.

Life was about to get better and better, but that morning, when my brother drove to the confinement center to pick up his sister-in-law, he encountered a sudden solar storm.

The only survivor was her one-month-old niece, Li Anqi, who was tightly protected in her arms by her mother.

Lin Qian held her forehead and sighed.

Before the living people could get over the pain of the death of their relatives and friends, the temperature rose rapidly.

It is now July 7th. The current average temperature during the day is around 29°, and the highest temperature at noon has been measured at 50°.

Even after the sun sets, the heat is still unbearable at night.

High temperature, dehydration, heat stroke, heat stroke...

Human life is at stake, and God will not show mercy.

In just a few months, people have been forced to change their work and rest schedules.

At first, everyone was able to make ends meet with the air conditioner on. Later, due to insufficient power supply, the air conditioner in the home became a decoration, making it impossible to live in the high temperature.

Now everyone sleeps together in a high-temperature shelter during the day, with one bed per person and the air-conditioning inside is uniformly turned on.

During the period between when the sun sets and before it rises, you can leave the high temperature shelter and move around freely.

Most people choose to go home. Each household only has 5 kilowatt-hours of free electricity per week. When they run out, they can take the supplies to the power station in exchange for more electricity credit.

The most precious water is 600ml per person in a special bottle every day, including drinking water and domestic water.

Food is distributed once a day, and the portions are not large. If you want to eat enough, you have to work in exchange for food.

Lin Qian pressed her eyebrows. She stayed up all day and night, lacked water, and couldn't wash up. No wonder her throat was smoking and her body was sticky.

What made her frown was that this was no longer Earth.

There is no such thing as the equator and the two poles in this world, but the Chinese country she is familiar with is still here, but the golden rooster has become a golden phoenix, and the area is more than twice as large.

The development of science and technology is the same as that of her world, and many celebrities have also left a mark on the stage of history.

Lin Qian asked Xiao Huangqiu to help continue making ice cubes. She put on a mask and hat, carried a large hiking bag, picked up an ax and left the space.

He walked to the corner and opened a locked cabinet. There was a small insulated box inside. He put a dozen bottles of mineral water, instant noodles and biscuits and other food into his bag, then opened the door and left.

Mission target Li Anqi was only four months old and lost her mother just after she was born.

In order to support her niece, Li Pingxi exchanges the water she saves for infant milk powder every week.

Because there was very little baby food distributed by the government, Li Anqi kept crying when she couldn't eat enough.

Lin Qian missed the detailed analysis provided by C-level missions, which at least allowed her to prepare in advance.

Now there is only adult milk powder in the space, and zero baby food and utensils!

I still have to find a way to continue changing milk powder. I will ask Xiao Huangqiu to check how to raise it later. I wonder if a four-month-old baby can eat egg custard?

After calculating the supplies in the space, Lin Qian rushed home according to the route in her memory. Her watch showed that it was one o'clock in the morning.

Li Pingxi's parents were businessmen. They bought a house with three bedrooms and two living rooms in the best community in Shacheng.

After global warming, the two-story underground garage in the community was transformed into a high-temperature shelter. Currently, all high-temperature shelters are renovated and managed by the government.

There are many pedestrians on the road, most of them in a hurry.

The surveillance was gone long ago, and the dim moonlight fell. Within her sight, there were many blind spots in the dark.

While walking on the road, Lin Qian kept hearing shouts and banging of steel pipes coming from around her.

She walked briskly and walked forward without changing her expression.

There is a shortage of manpower above, and officials have been advising everyone not to go out at night.

But the food reserves at home have long been used up, and the food given out is not enough.

After so many years of stable life, many people have never experienced hunger. The heart-burning and lung-burning feeling is like a long torture.

So the night market, a trading place spontaneously formed by people, appeared, located exactly in the middle of several residential areas.

Important places such as supermarkets and grain depots were taken over early on, and the items now on the night market were either originally stocked by private individuals, or someone had quietly plundered them from ownerless homes.

After all, in the past few months, many people have been killed by heat stroke.

Lin Qian walked to a small stall. The stall owner was a young man in his early twenties, leaning listlessly on a recliner with four large black bags hanging next to him.

I glanced at the shadow diagonally behind me. Are the four strong men with steel swords sitting behind me here to serve as guards, or are they going to follow them later?