LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 71 Good things happen
The days passed day by day, and when the countdown reached bare 1 o'clock, she did a final thorough cleaning.
She took away everything that could be accommodated in the house, and sprayed every corner with insecticide to ensure that her apocalyptic nest would not simultaneously become a breeding ground for insects. Then she opened the window for ventilation, and she herself entered the space to escape the high temperature outside.
Wait until the smell of pesticides dissipates, then start a new round of wiping and disinfecting when you get home.
Household disinfectant is diluted in proportion, and the floor is handed over to a sweeping and mopping robot, while the walls and ceilings are wiped away by hand to wipe away dust and pesticide residues to keep the house clean.
Then the furniture is restored and wiped one by one with a rag soaked in disinfectant. Finally, the air is circulated again, and the cleaning is completed only after the smell of disinfectant has dissipated.
But the final preparations before the end of the world are not over yet.
After checking again and again, all doors and windows have been properly locked, and all electrical appliances have been disconnected. Enter the bedroom, move out a household low-noise generator, and place it in a corner away from the activity area and close to the door.
The fuel had already been added. She debugged the machine with ease, connected the power strip, and fastened it with a matching protective cover, which not only protected the generator from moisture and dust, but also further isolated the noise.
——Since leaving City B and traveling across the country to gain proficiency, she has filled the space with generators for refrigerators, washing machines and other appliances to continue working, which can be regarded as laying the foundation for the present.
Then he took out four air-conditioning fans and placed them in the corner, pulled and connected the plugs, and began to work instead of the air conditioner that had been manually powered off to keep the temperature in the room from rising.
She had to be cautious, after all, she knew nothing about the end of the world, and this fell into the category of "sorry cannot answer" of the system. She could only be more careful and try her best to avoid any accidents that might occur.
Locking doors and windows is to improve defense; shutting off power to the entire house is to prevent power outages due to unknown circumstances, or causing damage to electrical appliances or abnormalities.
With space at hand, it's not that I feel sorry for the electrical appliances, but I'm afraid that the power outage caused by the apocalypse will cause instability in the electrical appliances, which will be dangerous if a spark pops up.
She also knows that this situation is unlikely to happen, but the end of the world is coming, and if it does happen, there is no harm in being cautious.
After much fussing, Wei Jiao finally completed all the preparations. She hid in the bedroom, locked the door, sat on a chair and looked out the window quietly, waiting for zero o'clock to arrive.
The four air-conditioning fans in the corner were delivering cool air evenly. She was playing with her phone and waiting for zero o'clock, but she didn't feel the temperature had increased. It seemed that small things like air-conditioning fans could still withstand it.
After playing with her phone for a while, she then thought that the air conditioner fan could withstand a high temperature of 50 degrees, which should be based on the temperature set by the original air conditioner. If the same air conditioner fan was thrown into a room with room temperature, she didn't know how long it would take. to bring the temperature down.
It can even be said that it can also have a cooling effect.
She scratched her head. This could be verified in other rooms later. Anyway, she always had to go to the kitchen to eat something with strong flavor, and she also had to use the living room as a training ground to adapt to the high temperature of the apocalypse.
But now, we are still waiting for the end of the world.
Wei Jiao reluctantly summarized her behavior as "wait". In fact, in her opinion, bad things like the end of the world are not worth waiting for.
But what I am doing now is really waiting, doing nothing, counting the stopwatch on my phone, staring at the countdown with my mind, the hot emotions in my heart are surging, and the bubbles of panic are constantly rising.
——It is not waiting full of expectation, but being pushed into the inevitable swamp by despair.
The time is approaching.
How could there be an anxious stopwatch in the world? Of course the numbers were moving forward firmly against her will.
Ten seconds left.
The anxious tongue of fire licked the bottom of my heart, and the emotions were stewed in my heart. A wave of sour and swollen gas spread out as the vacuoles burst, propping up my chest.
Five seconds, three seconds, one second.
The speed of time suddenly caught her off guard, and she watched the number slip into a zero, which was a stopwatch; in the countdown section, only the number did not change, and it quietly evolved into:
It is currently day 1 of the High Temperature Apocalypse phase.
She only felt that there was silence between heaven and earth, as if at this moment of the end of the world, except for these few characters, nothing else had changed.
Sitting in a well-soundproofed room, Wei Jiao looked out the window blankly.
The dark night is the same dark night; the moon is still the same as the light bulb.
How come... there is no change?
She sat on the chair in a daze, and stayed cautiously for a while. After confirming that nothing unusual had happened, she stood up and stood by the window.
The window in her bedroom was very small, and the view was not good. The right side was blocked by the building, and she could only see a limited view of the downstairs.
In the past, when she stood here and looked down, she could still vaguely see moving figures, but now it was late at night and she was on the 20th floor. It was difficult to see the changes in the outside world through the thick darkness.
But seeing that there were many windows in the building opposite with lights on steadily, she had every reason to believe that nothing really happened at the moment when the countdown to the end of the world turned to real time.
She picked up her phone and started checking the group chat.
When the daytime temperature can kill people, everyone consciously or unconsciously slowly changes their schedules, and the nights when the sun is cut off become more lively.
There wasn't much movement in the group. The last time they spoke was a casual chat a few hours ago.
She swiped her fingers a few times, and suddenly a new message popped up. Her heart skipped a beat, and she moved her fingers to focus on it.
[Building 10, 2603: So boring, is there anyone playing games?]
The breath she took was slowly released.
It seemed that many people were still awake. Several responding replies quickly appeared in the group, and then fell silent again. She guessed that a few people had formed a small group privately.
The fire gradually extinguished, and the air blocking her chest gradually dissipated. She calmed down, opened the bedroom door, walked through the living room to the balcony, and tried to look out from the window with the best view.
Well, I still can’t see clearly.
She lay on the balcony, feeling the heat for the first time in a long time, looking at the bright and dark windows in the community; she boldly opened the window again, and suddenly, the thick high temperature that did not match the night poured into the window and enveloped her. in.
She was not impatient, because at the same time, there were also small sounds that were isolated from the outside: the continuous sound of the air conditioner, the hissing of a certain insect that can withstand much more heat than humans, and... yes Is it the sound of wind? It seems so.
She took a long breath and merged into this sigh of nature.
On the first day of the high-temperature apocalyptic stage, there was no immediate disaster, and she felt... thankful.
She was indeed thankful that this night was no different from the previous nights. She didn't know why, nor did she understand Goldfinger's mechanism for judging when the end of the world would begin, but no matter what, nothing happened.
When nothing happens, good things happen.