Wang Xingsheng's eyes were slightly sour. Although they could be called acquaintances, they were just acquaintances.
It was beyond his imagination that Song Jinhe could actually achieve this level.
Gao Youyou and Gao Lele, who were sitting in the crowd, also wiped the corners of their eyes sadly and walked around. They were helped by Song Jinhe again.
Wang Xingsheng quickly handed the backpack he put aside to Song Jinhe: "I'll give you all these things. Since you gave us so much firewood, we can't let you suffer too much.
We owe you this transaction. You must ask if you can use us for anything in the future. "
Song Jinhe took his words, reached for his backpack, handed it to Cheng Qianhuai and said, "That's for sure. It's fate that we live in the same building."
The temperature was extremely low, and even though she attached a few warm pieces to her body, she still felt a little unbearable.
"Now is not the time to chat, so the two of us will go back first."
Song Jinhe nodded slightly to everyone, then turned around and went upstairs with Cheng Qianhuai.
Wang Xingsheng quickly opened the bag and threw two pieces of firewood into the charcoal basin in the house. The fire became stronger, and everyone couldn't help but move in and stretched out their hands towards the beating flames in the middle.
He looked at the large and small chilblains on his brothers' bodies. Some of them had cracked and pus leaked. Even though they applied ointment, it didn't help.
After all, the environment cannot be changed, and it is useless no matter how much you do other things.
"I will put my words here now, there are many brothers in our team, and I treat you as family members.
It is really difficult for everyone to be able to work together in the end of the world. The 18th Floor is willing to help us out of friendship, not out of duty.
It's best not to let me know that there are people among you who are plotting against others. Xiao Song and Xiao Cheng are helping us so much. If anyone dares to get confused and cause trouble for them, then don't blame me for being cruel. "
Wang Xingsheng's gaze swept across the room, suppressing all those who were ready to move with his sharp eyes.
Song Jinhe, who was back upstairs at this moment, was leaning against the fireplace to keep warm. She sat on the soft sofa and opened her backpack, only to find that there were many things inside besides grenades.
Two bags of instant noodles, a tube of frostbite ointment, two pieces of chocolate and a bottle of high-strength white wine in a plastic bottle.
"He's quite generous."
Song Jinhe put the supplies into the space and sighed slightly, then stretched out his hand by the fireplace to keep warm.
Cheng Qianhuai lowered his head and glanced, then stretched out his hand to rub it: "Indeed, liquor and chilblain medicine are considered precious nowadays. He can be considered thoughtful if he can give them to us."
He paused briefly: "He is indeed a good person, but not all the brothers in his team are good.
I just observed that there is already one person who is obviously interested in our supplies, and there are also some who are hiding in the crowd and are ready to make a move.
If he can't suppress his brothers, he may be dragged down by them in the future. "
Song Jinhe naturally understood that after all, people's hearts were made of flesh, and no one wanted to turn against his brother who had been with him for a long time. Wang Xingsheng was naturally not immune to this.
It's just that he has to take action, otherwise he can only bear the consequences of letting those people go.
"I'm afraid he already has a plan in mind, it depends on what he wants.
Anyway, I won't let those people with evil intentions go by for his sake. He doesn't have such a big face here. "
Both of them decided on a solution to the matter. Seeing that it was not too late, Song Jinhe applied to learn some new moves.
No one goes out in the cold winter, but in the hot summer there are always people taking risks to search for supplies.
She didn't want to be suppressed, so she could only improve her abilities now.
Cheng Qianhuai was just a help to her. What was really important was that she had the ability to take charge of her own affairs.
After all, his home is not big enough, and the temperature is not as high as 1802. Once he sweats after exercising, he always has to worry about catching a cold.
After thinking about it for a while, Song Jinhe decided to go back to his home for training, but he just took Cheng Qianhuai as his coach.
Cheng Qianhuai's first reaction when he received the news was joy. After all, he had never had the opportunity to enter her home after the end of the world.
Seeing that more than 200 days have passed, his understanding of Song Jinhe's family is limited to a small area of the entrance.
What he cared about was not going to her house, but that he was one step closer to her again.
The two of them wrapped themselves tightly and went out, but when passing by the corridor, they heard an inexplicable rubbing sound.
Song Jinhe made a silent gesture, and carefully approached the safety door and looked out through the peephole.
If you didn't know it, there were three men standing outside the door. They all seemed to be natives of Building 3.
The man currently studying the safety door lock cylinder is the male owner of 1702, Lu Dongming.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Song Jinhe's lips. It seemed that when she went to deliver firewood to 1602, she was targeted by this family again.
I thought that killing so many people would allow them to live in peace for a while, but I never thought that these people would come to their door with a burden.
The two men living in 1401 and 1501 were a little timid. From time to time, they would look up at the peephole of the security door for fear that their whereabouts would be discovered by Song Jinhe.
"Lao Lu, you dragged us two up just to watch you pick the lock?
This door is not easy to open. If it could be opened, wouldn't they have missed it long ago on the 18th floor? Is it our turn? "
The man in 1401 has thinning hair and looks to be in his 50s. The more he talks, the more he feels flustered.
"I won't interfere with your decision anyway. You can die if you want, but don't hold me back.
My wife and children are at home, but I don’t live enough. "
After saying that, he hurried downstairs and ran away, secretly cursing Lu Dongming for his indolence.
The man who came in 1501 was a young man, he looked about the same as Cheng Qianhuai, he was probably around 25 years old.
The hair has not been taken care of for a long time, and it is greasy and sticks to the face, like a black shiny hat.
"Brother Lu, are you sure? It will take years and months to open the door just by prying it open like this?"
Lu Dongming's anxious hands were trembling, and he felt unsure at all.
He had been in jail for burglary before, and he boasted that he had some ability to pick locks, but this lock was obviously not within his ability.
He didn't dare to come here before, but now he has squandered all the supplies he had robbed from Gaoshan, and he can't starve his children if he doesn't eat.
Although Cheng Qianhuaihe and Song Jinhe had guns in their hands, it would be good to catch them off guard in the middle of the night and kill them back.
But now it was obvious that the attack was not successful. The wire was inserted into the keyhole to test for a long time, but not even a scratch appeared.
After trying this for half an hour, both of them were frozen to the point of stiffness and their lips could not stop trembling. Lu Dongming was finally discouraged.
"Damn it, this door is really difficult to deal with. We should get ammunition or something and just blow a hole in their wall. That would be clean and quick."
The young man in 1501 snorted coldly: "That's easy to say, who can get this thing?
If you had told me earlier, you wouldn't be sure, and I wouldn't wait for you for so long. You spent more than half an hour in vain. "
He rubbed his hands and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by a clear female voice.
"What are you going for? No more research?"
(End of chapter)
