In the last days, people spend crazy money to buy equipment.

After all, it was the first big meal in the apocalypse. Zhuo Chang took out her cooking skills from the bottom of the box and asked Qi Heng to help her while she stir-fried hot pot ingredients and made thick soup.

As expected by Shen Musen, the temperature dropped even more significantly at night, the fog liquefied into thick clouds in the sky, and light rain began to fall. Listen carefully, there was a "crackling" sound outside.

Shen Musen looked at the frost-covered window and wiped out a hole with his breath. Hailstones the size of rice grains hit the awning and rolled into the balcony.

Even if the heating is on in the house, you still need to wear a winter coat.

Zhuo Chang lamented that after tonight, the water in the faucet would freeze.

Mu Yan sat cross-legged on the sofa with a notebook and potato chips in front of her to catch up on the latest Korean drama.

Shen Musen wiped his hair and sat next to him.

"Would you like a bag?"

Shen Musen took it and pulled it open, pinched a piece and put it in her mouth. It tasted like barbecue. She didn't like eating it very much, so she just put it next to it.

Mu Yan was so happy watching Korean dramas that she couldn't help much in the kitchen, so she just watched them with him.

Until Zhuo Chang brought out a large pot and placed it on the induction cooker in the center of the table. The red and white soup base was clearly separated by iron sheets, and ingredients were floating on it.

"Open the fire first. Qi Heng can start cooking after cutting the vegetables."

Shen Musen watched the bright red chili peppers tumbling in the hot soup in the pot, smelling the familiar smell of butter, which added a sense of warmth.

She picked up a thinly sliced ​​mutton and put it into the red soup for a minute or two. The meat was fragrant in her mouth.

While eating, Mu Yan praised Zhuo Chang for her good cooking skills and stuffed meat into her mouth.

On the contrary, Qi Heng ate very elegantly, chewing slowly and serving dishes to Shen Musen from time to time.

Zhuo Chang shouted from his position that he wanted to play the drinking game.

In the small room, four people toasted to celebrate the first dinner together, the first lively occasion.

The next days were nothing more than eating and sleeping, and sleeping and eating.

The rain outside turned to heavy snow, and half a meter of snow piled up on the edge of the balcony.

Zhuo Chang was fond of doing things, so she added a fireplace to two rooms. It was bitterly cold outside, but warm as spring inside.

As the two got to know each other better, they realized that Zhuo Chang was half-Han. Her father was Tibetan and her mother was Han.

She stayed here after graduating from college. Who would have expected that such a thing would happen.

"Then you're not worried about your family?" Shen Musen took a sip of hot milk tea.

Zhuo Chang was nestled in the blanket, with only her delicate little face exposed.

Hearing Shen Musen's words, she lowered her eyes and couldn't see her emotions clearly. She raised her head and said seriously: "The winter before last, my dad came back with a snow wolf from hunting. He wasn't worried about the little monsters outside at all."

Zhuo Chang called her home, but the other party said the line was busy. This might as well have a better meaning.

Another week has passed, and the world outside has been wrapped in snow, white and silent.

The eggs that Shen Musen brought back were sitting in the water without any movement.

Zhuo Chang once poked it with a chopstick and watched it swim around in the water before stopping in place. She asked Shen Musen, who was also observing the eggs.

"Do you think it's possible that it's not fully fertilized? It's a dead egg."

"Probably not." After all, it was the two mutated carps that were trying their best to protect him.

If there is no movement, there is no movement. If it hatches out to be really ugly, she will still throw it away.

Qi Heng picked up a fairy tale from somewhere. When he had nothing to do, he would sit next to the egg on a small stool and tell "The Ugly Duckling".

Because Shen Musen told him that the origin of this egg was not simple, but it was uglier when it hatched.

That's a good feeling. It's a rule from ancient times that the uglier it is, the higher the damage will be.

Isn't it just ugly? It would be better if it grows longer. Listen to "The Ugly Duckling" more and try to become a swan.

Two more days passed before I knew it, and the snow finally stopped.

In the early morning, Shen Musen woke up, and inadvertently two beams of dim lights seemed to flash through the distance.

She was so excited that she didn't even bother to put on her clothes. She lay on the fence against the cold. Through her bedroom window, she saw the snow-wrapped world outside. The icicles hanging from the tops of high-rise buildings were half hidden by the snow.

Shen Musen looked carefully. It was far away and sandwiched by the building in the middle, so he couldn't see clearly.

She took out the telescope in the space and looked at it again. The next second, her expression suddenly changed, and she immediately closed the curtains in the bedroom.

Putting on two down jackets and rushing out of the bedroom, Qi Heng nestled on the sofa, the thick down quilt wrapped him tightly, sleeping soundly, his forehead was messy, and there were two pink balls hanging on his fair face.

Shen Musen pushed him directly and saw him opening his eyes in confusion, his dark pupils showing confusion.

"What...what happened?"

"Get up, red alert."

When Qi Heng heard this, his eyes suddenly became clear.

Shen Musen opened the door and knocked on the door next door. The person who opened the door was Mu Yan with messy hair and black eyes under his eyes after playing games all night.

He yawned and said, "What's wrong? Boss, aren't you going to sleep in?"

"Stop sleeping and wake up Zhuo Chang. The rebels are coming!"

The rebel army, as the name suggests, is an army that rebels against and calls itself a sect. It is composed of hooligans who bully the weak and fear the strong and do all kinds of evil with the help of their guns.

Shen Musen also saw it once in his previous life, burning, killing and looting, which was outrageous.

This time the snow stopped, so she probably went out to look for supplies, but what surprised Shen Musen was that she had just seen the rebel army heading towards Fu'an Community.

Fu'an Community is located in the most remote area, so logically their first target should be the central business district.

These are all her conjectures, and there may be bad luck. In any case, a battle is inevitable.

The four of them found the most secluded position to watch what was going on. The truck moved from far to near and had stopped at the gate of the community.

The buildings in Fu'an Community range from small to large, with two buildings facing each other.

The heavy truck parked in Building 1 first, and more than 20 people got off the truck one after another, standing in four rows, fully armed and carrying machine guns.

Zhuo Chang pointed at the tall man who came down at the end, wearing a down jacket, an ear protection hat, and a cane, and asked, "Could he be the boss?"

Such an ordinary sentence suddenly caused a man wearing sunglasses in the team to suddenly raise his head and look in Shen Musen's direction.

All four of them were startled.

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing two gray eyes looking at them "emptyly". There was a fierce look on his resolute face like a knife, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the high bridge of his nose.

It felt like a poisonous snake sizing up its prey.

So far apart, through the special reflective glass, Shen Musen felt that this person had discovered them.

Sure enough, the next second, his actions attracted the attention of the people around him. The lame man came forward first, and the two began to talk.

Tusha's face hidden under the hat is rough and fierce, and the large and small scars on his face are badges of survival from the monster's mouth.

He patted off the hoarfrost on his cuffs with his leather-gloved hands, patted the shoulder of the person in front of him politely, and said in a deep voice with his thick purple-red peeling lips: "Zhixing, have you discovered the goods again?"

Fu Zhixing was silent. He rolled his gray eyes and glanced at the hand that was still on him, with a hint of displeasure on his handsome face.

Tu Sha immediately noticed and put it aside, jokingly saying to Fu Zhixing, "Yeah, he is the ancestor of the team after all. None of us can touch him."

The people around him laughed, and Tusha pretended to take a step back, clasping his hands together as if begging, appearing submissive but actually quite provocative.

Hehe, he is just a cute thing, a good-looking blind man. If his superiors had not ordered him not to move, he would have been sent to the "Colosseum" long ago.

Fu Zhixing took a step back and listened to the subtle movements above.

"Building three, thirteenth floor, four people."

Shen Musen watched the man move his mouth and murmured something. The man with the cane glanced in their direction and waved.

The men all walked towards Building 3.

"That person is not simple."