Zhao Ziran fell in love with Architect Shen and met him almost every day, even when the smog was not too severe.
Liu Qiaoer was standing by the window on the second floor and saw Zhao Ziran eating breakfast and going out again. He had some things in his pocket, which should be the hot pot base for last night's meal.
At this time, supplies were no longer tight, but there was only food, dry noodles, cabbage and the like, and the only seasoning was salt. Having a hot pot base to adjust the taste was as joyful as eating dumplings during the New Year in the poor days.
Liu Qiaoer didn't take out much supplies, and Zhao Ziran couldn't take much either.
It was just hotpot base, she didn’t care since she had plenty of it anyway.
Living on the second floor together, Zhao Ziran had seen Liu Qiaoer taking supplies once or twice, but she knew that the things belonged to Liu Qiaoer, so she didn't dare to steal.
But Liu Qiaoer had already said that the poisonous fog was poisonous, but Zhao Ziran didn't listen to her and actually listened to Architect Shen. If something really happened, Liu Qiaoer would be helpless.
Cui Bohao was kind enough to call her at the door: "The fog is poisonous, be careful."
Zhao Ziran put on a scarf and left.
The poisonous fog did not dissipate in a day or two or when the sun came out as the experts said, because the sun could not come out.
The poisonous fog was getting thicker and thicker. It was already the fifth day. The supplies were about to be distributed, but there was no sign of it dissipating. The people in the village were gradually becoming panicked.
"The smog has not dissipated and is getting thicker... Is there really anything poisonous in the smog?"
"It's bad, village chief, my son's cough is getting worse and worse, and he's vomiting blood."
"Village Chief, my man also vomited blood..."
Problems gradually arise in the village, and the village chief asks Liu Qiaoer for help.
"Liu Mei, let's go take a look."
Liu Qiaoer agreed: "Village Chief, don't come out yet, I'll pick you up."
Liu Qiaoer took out several gas masks from the space, gave one to Cui Boyao and one to herself, and held two or three in her hands. She told Cui Bohao to stay at home and take care of the house.
They both went out.
They first came to the village chief's house. When he opened the door, Liu Qiaoer wearing a gas mask scared Village Chief Wang.
"You are..."
Liu Qiaoer quickly put the gas mask on Village Chief Wang: "This fog is indeed poisonous, and it is getting thicker and thicker. It is said that it is a biological weapon used by aliens to attack us. Don't inhale it. If you inhale it, you will most likely turn into a zombie."
Village chief Wang is an old man. He has no idea about zombies and has never watched any science fiction movies. He was confused by what he heard.
"I know this fog is bad. It's different from the previous fog. This fog has a pungent smell, but why are they vomiting blood? Let's go and take a look together."
Village chief Wang brought Liu Qiaoer with him, and Cui Boyao carried Liu Qiaoer's first aid kit, and the group walked around the village.
Those who were vomiting blood and coughing were all those who disobediently inhaled the smog.
After seeing Liu Qiaoer give them medicine, Village Chief Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "I hope they will get better in a few days."
But Liu Qiaoer shook her head helplessly: "These people will eventually die, because the poison gas they inhaled has no medicine that can cure it."
Liu Qiaoer could only give them some cough suppressants and anti-inflammatory drugs to temporarily suppress the virus. If their immunity was strong, they might live longer.
Village Chief Wang was stunned: "Why? Is this poisonous fog so powerful?"
Cui Boxiao sighed and said, "My phone can search for information on the Internet. Even if you search for a lot of information, you may not know that aliens have already started to attack the people on our planet. The poisonous fog is a biological weapon."
When Village Chief Wang heard this, he became anxious: "Ah, why didn't you tell me earlier? What should we do now? Even if we move underground, it's too late."
Cui Boxiao took out his phone and searched for the message Liu Qiaoer had sent to the group. He said helplessly, "I said it, but no one listened."
Liu Qiaoer added: "The poison should not be strong now. It depends on their own immunity. If the poison fog can be dispersed in a few days, they may be able to survive it."
The leaders are also trying to find ways to fight the enemy and should have started developing medicine to deal with the poisonous fog a long time ago.
They walked around the village and were about to go back when Village Chief Wang rang again.
"Help, someone is coughing up blood."
When the village chief asked for the address, it turned out that the architects lived in the village committee.
Liu Qiaoer and two others rushed to the village committee again. She saw that the other architects had already moved to the basement.
The construction workers wanted to build an underground city, and it was convenient to live in the basement, so the architects moved into the underground city early. A row of houses was built at the entrance of the underground city. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, and the environment was very good.
It turns out that they themselves live in the basement and can't breathe the smog, but they tell other villagers that the smog is okay. Liu Qiaoer is really a little...
Cui Boxiao was also angry: "When did they move to the underground city?"
Village Chief Wang was slightly startled, and also found something wrong: "It should have happened before the poisonous fog came..."
Liu Qiaoer snorted coldly: "These intellectuals are really despicable. On the one hand, they say that smog does no harm to people, but on the other hand, they are anxious to move underground. They are probably afraid that if everyone moves underground, it will cause overcrowding."
After hearing what Liu Qiaoer said, Village Chief Wang thought about it and realized that it was true. He became even more angry.
But Village Chief Wang is a good man: "We can't just ignore them, so let's go."
The architects and the construction workers lived in the basement, and some soldiers were guarding the door.
Smog does not cause any harm to them.
Liu Qiaoer and the others entered the underground passage. There was a very large area with a long corridor. There were sounds of machinery and people. An underground city was being built.
The underground city is not built by hollowing out the mountain, but by going underground and connecting with the caves in the mountain, and building the underground city according to the contours of the bottom of the mountain.
This avoids groundwater at the bottom of the mountain and also prevents landslides. These architects really play a big role in construction.
People are cunning, and this group of people only care about their own interests.
Following the instructions of the person asking for help, Liu Qiaoer came to the innermost room in a row of basement buildings, the third to last room.
Here, Liu Qiaoer touched Zhao Ziran and Architect Shen.
It was obvious that the two were already together. The room was fairly tidy. It was not big, with a bed against the wall, a box, a table, and a stove outside the room.
The chimney of the stove is outside the room, a bit like the kang in Northeast China.
The room was very warm. Zhao Ziran was lying in bed on the kang, his face pale and coughing non-stop.
Seeing Liu Qiaoer coming, she didn't recognize her for a moment because she was wearing a gas mask. It was not until Liu Qiaoer and others took off the gas masks that she saw her clearly. She stretched out her hand to her and begged, "Sister Liu, save me."
Liu Qiaoer stepped forward to feel her pulse: "Didn't I tell you not to run around, you... Sigh..."
Zhao Ziran also regretted it, but she couldn't say anything and kept coughing for a long time after saying something.
After taking the patient's pulse, Liu Qiaoer shook her head gently: "I can't cure him. Architect Shen has connections. Please ask for help from someone else."
Architect Shen immediately picked up his phone and said, "A friend of mine is a doctor. I'll contact her right away."