Apocalyptic natural disasters, I use the gold house to store goods and win

After understanding the truth, Shi Jiaojiao and the others did not want to stay any longer.

They didn't sleep all night, everyone's eyes were bloodshot, and the smell of blood on their bodies was even more suffocating.

But as soon as the four of them walked downstairs, they saw a man in his sixties stumbling out.

The man had gray hair and was not even wearing a coat. There was a knife wound on his leg that was deep enough to show the bone. As he ran, the blood from the wound continued to smear out until the entire trouser leg was stained red.

He dragged an injured leg and didn't run very fast, but he still endured the pain and didn't dare to stop for a moment.

He kept looking at the bodies on the ice downstairs, as if he was looking for something.

After a while, he stopped in place and looked at the body not far away.

He wasn't sure, and he didn't even dare to take a second look.

But the body just lay on the ice so quietly, even at low temperatures, the entire body had hardened.

The man seemed to be enduring something, but also seemed to be afraid of something, so he didn't dare to step forward.

But half a minute later, he still came closer step by step.

Every step seems to weigh a thousand pounds.

After seeing the corpse's face clearly, the man fell directly to the ground, not caring that his leg was bleeding again, and the bones were almost protruding from the wound.

He held his son's head tightly in his arms, his eyes were red, and he shouted to the sky with a broken voice.

His voice was not high in the depth of his grief.

But the sadness inside hit everyone's heart.

Shi Jiaojiao had read a sentence online before.

It is said that when a person is sad to a certain level, he cannot cry.

And this man is in this state now.

He had no tears, and except for his red eyes, there wasn't even a trace of expression on his face.

But with so many people present, no matter who they were, they could feel the pain in his heart at this moment.

That kind of pain almost turns into substance and wraps people up.

The man looked down at his son, who would never open his eyes again, and wanted to reach out and wipe the blood off his face.

But the weather was too cold and the blood stains had solidified and couldn't be wiped off.

The man slapped himself hard.

It's all my fault.

At such a young age and having lived so long in this life, why didn't he die on the first day of the end of the world? Why did he have to drag his son down?

If I had only one son, I would never die here today.

If it weren't for the purpose of replenishing his body, his son would not sneak out at night to catch fish when there are the fewest people around.

If my son hadn't gone out, he wouldn't have died at the hands of those lunatics.

Now that his son is gone, what is he still alive for?

The man pressed his head against his son's head.

At this moment, the pain of losing his son almost tore him in half.

Some survivors on the ice sighed and went home.

The plight of others is worthy of sympathy, but in these days, you might be the one who dies tomorrow.

Some survivors did not leave. They may have thought of their relatives who died in the apocalypse, and they looked a little sad for a while.

Men don't care about other people.

He laid out his son's body and returned to the building.

After a while, the man came out again.

This time, he was holding what looked to be the best piece of clothing in the house.

Thick and clean.

The other hand also held a soaked towel.

The man dragged his injured leg and limped towards his son.

He carefully helped his son put on his clothes and took out a towel to wipe his son's face clean.

The son's body was wrapped in thick clothes, and even the blood stains on it disappeared.

But the man next to him was still wearing the thin and shabby clothes. Even though his face was blue from the cold, he didn't seem to feel it.

After sorting out his son's remains, the man picked up a hammer and hit the ice hard.

Maybe it was because I had no strength, or maybe I was frozen, so it took me a while to break the hole.

At this moment, everyone knew what he was going to do, but no one stopped him.

The man hugged his son, looked at the sky, and then jumped in.

There was no struggling, no calling for help.

Disappeared in the water in an instant.

When Shi Jiaojiao watched this scene, she felt that her heart was being pressed tightly by a huge boulder, so heavy that she could hardly breathe.

Why does this damn apocalypse happen?

When will it end?

They just want to live, why is it so difficult?

Mu Ci hugged Shi's delicate shoulders tightly and led her home.

He doesn't want Jiaojiao to stay here anymore.

From childhood to adulthood, no one knows her better than herself.

After Shi Jiaojiao experienced the apocalypse, she had always been cold and ruthless in front of everyone in her life, and she was even more ruthless when killing people.

But Mu Ci understood that her heart was soft and hot.

Although she looked at the father and son, there was no expression on her face.

But Mu Ci felt extremely distressed.

He could hear his Jiaojiao crying in her heart.

***

As soon as she returned home, Shi Jiaojiao was rushed to the golden room by Mu Ci to take a bath.

After staying outside all night, I was almost freezing.

As soon as the body touched the hot water, all the pores seemed to suddenly open, and the whole body became less tense and slowly relaxed.

Shi Jiaojiao closed her eyes, leaned her head gently on the edge of the bathtub, and let the warm water wrap around her.

She knew that Mu Ci was worried about her.

The scene just now really made her sad.

But there was more anger and unwillingness in my heart.

why?

Why is this apocalypse happening?

Why should all of them be like puppets to be played with by the world?

But after the anger and unwillingness, there was a feeling of powerlessness and emptiness.

What can she do?

She was just lucky enough to have a golden finger. She could not save other people or the country.

When she felt that she was about to fall into a depressed mood again, Shi Jiaojiao immediately turned on the music, with a variety show playing next to her.

This sentiment is common in the apocalypse.

But if you want to survive, you have to adjust yourself.

After taking a bath and coming out of the bathroom, Shi Jiaojiao's mood had improved a lot.

She glanced around and found that Mu Ci was not in the living room.

This is strange, he usually takes a shower faster than me.

Shi Jiaojiao had no choice but to lie down on the sofa and prepare to wait for him here.

Maybe it was because I just took a hot bath and felt sleepy gradually.

Then the eyelids became heavier and heavier until they were completely stuck together.

Mu Ci just entered the living room and saw this scene.

The reason why he was so slow this time was because his arm was accidentally cut when he was downstairs just now.

The wound was not big, and Shi Jiaojiao was worried, so she didn't say anything.

Mu Ci walked gently to the sofa and couldn't help but smile when he saw Shi Jiaojiao curled up in a small ball and sleeping soundly.

He didn't want to wake up Shi Jiaojiao.

But unfortunately, this golden house can only be opened by her command.

And today's five hours are about to be used up. If you don't go out now, you will be kicked out soon.

Mu Ci bent down and covered Shi Jiaojiao with a thick fleece blanket, then wrapped her in the blanket and hugged her.

Shi Jiaojiao only felt that she was woken up by someone in a daze, and then she said the word "out" and fell asleep again.