The quilt on Chi Xiaochi's right hand bulged something in the shape of a small dumpling, which was obviously the little milk leopard waiting to be slapped.
…and don't know when it climbed into bed.
Chi Xiaochi uncovered the quilt and found that the little leopard was sleeping very gracefully, lying on his back like a human, with the thin soft fur on his belly turned out, his claws beside his ears, and his little flesh-colored nose shrugged.
Chi Xiaochi put his hand on its small paw pad and poked it lightly.
It moved, stretched out its claws and hugged Chi Xiaochi's index finger, turned over, lay on its side and embraced his fingertips, sucking, biting its slightly protruding teeth, as if acting like a spoiled child. like kissing.
Chi Xiaochi knew that it probably regarded itself as a mother.
In order to take care of the dog meat, Chi Xiaochi went to the pet store with Lou Ying on purpose, but all he learned was how to take care of cats and dogs, so that when he saw this big cat, Chi Xiaochi's first reaction was to give it a knock. Pack cat food.
Chi Xiaochi went to tease it: "You really want to come with me? There's no meat to eat if you follow me."
The little milk leopard woke up, squinting her gray-blue eyes covered with water, and instinctively slid into Chi Xiaochi's arms.
Chi Xiaochi's heart softened, thinking, it's so small, where can it go? Maybe I will give a spoonful of stew as soon as I go out.
Chi Xiaochi gave it an ultimatum: "Let's discuss it first, if you dare to eat me, I will dare to eat you."
The little leopard lay on his chest, seemed satisfied with this new resting place, and fell asleep.
Chi Xiaochi asked, "Teacher Six, can he understand what I'm saying?"
"It's just an ordinary leopard." 061 said, "Since there are no cancer cells, it will not evolve intelligence."
Chi Xiaochi flipped through Ding Qiuyun's memory and couldn't help but think, it's better to have no intelligence.
All things have spirituality, which is naturally good.
All things have human intelligence, and at the same time have the animal nature and hunting skills that have evolved over thousands of years, which is the real fear.
It's half an hour until three o'clock.
Taking advantage of this time, Chi Xiaochi downloaded all the real-time maps in China.
This catastrophe is different from geological disasters such as earthquakes and mudslides, and the terrain will not be greatly changed. With a map in hand, you can avoid detours when looking for supplies.
061 asked him, "What are you going to do with Gu Xinzhi?"
"What can I do?" Chi Xiaochi said slowly, "To deal with this kind of person, if I don't die first, he won't even think that he is at fault."
He moved his body and said in a half-joking tone, "How much does your Lord God want me to die?"
With this move, the little leopard, who was sleeping on his back, had a tendency to wake up again, and gently pulled his nose with his small paws.
Chi Xiaochi held the communicator in one hand, and the fingertips in the other hand gently stroked its soft belly from top to bottom.
The little leopard gradually quieted down.
061 laughs: "You are so kind to it."
Chi Xiaochi stroked the little guy calmly. He said boldly: "Of course, this is my reserve grain."
061: "…"
Little Leopard: "..."
The grain reserves want to bite.
When 061 wanted to ask him what he planned to do with Gu Xinzhi, the time was up.
… beep.
The air conditioner fan sent out the last gust of warm air, like a deep sigh, and then stopped running.
The era of the old man ended in this sigh.
Chi Xiaochi hugged the little milk leopard with one hand, rolled over from the bed and sat up, hid it in the quilt where Yu Wen was still alive, grabbed a flashlight, and went straight to Ding's father and Ding's mother's room in the dark.
The temperature adjustment system was turned off, and the temperature-adjustable and temperature-locking smart glass changed back to ordinary glass. The heat accumulated in the room was quickly swallowed by the beast-like cold air. It was just a short distance from getting out of bed to knocking on the parents’ door. It dropped a few degrees visibly.
When he grasped the handle of his parents' door, a coldness rushed up from his fingertips, causing Chi Xiaochi's eyelids to jump.
Ding's father and Ding's mother have not woken up yet.
Quilts can really give the illusion of warmth and safety.
Chi Xiaochi pushed the person awake: "Dad, the temperature system has stopped."
Father Ding was still a little confused, so he got up and said, "It's alright, just wait at home, it should recover in a while."
Chi Xiaochi said gently: "It should be a big power outage in the whole city, and all the electricity in the house has been cut off. What if it can't be restored all night, my father and I can bear it, but Sister Ding may not be able to bear it."
Father Ding thought about it and thought it was reasonable. He called Mother Ding up and planned to spend the night in the car, while Chi Xiaochi brought two cold-proof clothes and flashed a flashlight to make it easier for his parents to put on their clothes.
Father Ding was a little surprised when he got the cold protection clothes, and asked Chi Xiaochi where the clothes came from.
Chi Xiaochi replied that he went home specially today because the weather was too cold recently, and he wanted to give the old couple a set of cold-proof clothes just in case.
Father Ding trusts his son very much, and he just asks a question.
Mother Ding on the side said with a smile: "The child is older and has filial piety."
Chi Xiaochi smiled and went out of the room, busy packing his parents' toiletries, cups he was used to, and nearly finished double-sided embroidery into his bag.
After finishing all this, he raised his wrist and looked at the newly bought multifunction watch.
Thirty-three.
At this point in time, many people should have woken up from their sleep, but were unwilling to leave their homes, shivering and waiting for the heating system to recover, until the quilts were also frozen, forming a cold and heavy blanket. Shroud.
After confirming that Ding's father and Ding's mother had been tidy up, Chi Xiaochi put his backpack on one shoulder, went back to the bedroom in a few steps, took out the little milk leopard who had earned an extra 20 minutes of sleep time, opened the collar, and stuffed it in.
Before she left, Mother Ding wanted to drink some water. Whoever wanted to turn on the faucet found that the whole water pipe was frozen, and the few drops of water that dripped out were also cold and smelly, full of rust, and she couldn't help covering her nose in surprise: "What's the matter? ?"
Father Ding's mind was still clear, but when he found that the situation didn't seem right, he didn't stick to his wife's shoulder and said, "Let's go, go to the car."
After the door was opened, the corridors were dead silent. Like the Ding family, three or four families simply packed their things and planned to spend the night in the car.
The elevator naturally stopped, so everyone took the stairs one after another.
Since artificial intelligence became fashionable, human feelings have become a lot more indifferent. People are used to chatting through the display screen, but they are not good at communicating face-to-face with real people.
After meeting each other, everyone nodded silently to each other, even if they said hello.
Only Mother Ding asked, "Mr. Li, has the water in your house stopped too?"
The gentleman surnamed Li gave a "um", held the communicator in one hand as a lighting tool, and hugged the sleepy child in his arms, his movements and expressions were the same alert.
The little girl was about seven or eight years old, her face was stuffed in Mr. Li's arms, and she said in a loud voice, "Dad, you are so cold."
Mr. Li said: "Dad is not cold, you are fine, sleep again, ah."
The little girl said, "You're cold. I'll keep you warm."
As she said that, her tender little hand stretched out from the small blanket and protected Mr. Li's face.
Agitated, Mr. Li hurriedly grabbed the child's wrist and tucked it into the small blanket again. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced nervously at the neighbors beside him.
With the light of the flashlight, Chi Xiaochi saw something and narrowed his eyes slightly.
061 also found something wrong: "... Koike."
Chi Xiaochi: "Shh."
The child was only wrapped in a thin blanket, not for warmth, but for cover.
On the girl's outstretched wrist, there were one or two mottled pale blue corpse spots.
… This is an old human father, and a new human daughter.
Of course, as far as the current time is concerned, the so-called "new human beings" are monsters, aliens, and corpses crawling out of the mud in the eyes of everyone, and filth that should not exist in the human world.
In recent days, the relevant departments are investigating who has been resurrected from house to house according to the death list of cancer patients provided by the hospital.
This is also the reason why the father is secretive and reluctant to show his daughter.
But he was totally overthinking it.
This is someone else's business, and Chi Xiaochi didn't plan to take care of it.
The family went down to the parking lot on the negative second floor.
The sweltering parking lot in the past was as cold as an old ice cellar.
Many people have realized that something is wrong, and they hid in the car with their families and their mouths. In order to save gasoline, the air conditioner was turned on for a period of time, and all the cars turned off the lights, leaving only uneasy faces hidden in the window glass, Zhang Huang stared at the cold and dark outside.
Without the shelter of artificial intelligence, pampered humans are vulnerable.
The roar of the car's engine echoed in the parking lot, but the heat was quickly swallowed up by the snake-like darkness.
It's like a giant mortuary, and every car is a living coffin.
Father Ding went to start the car. After pressing the auto-start button for a long time, it didn't work. He could only use the car key to open the door unskilledly.
The long-lost warm wind came slowly, making Ding's father and Ding's mother breathe a sigh of relief.
But Chi Xiaochi did not relax.
To be precise, it was the instinct that belonged to Ding Qiuyun in his body that played a role.
Ding Qiuyun has lived in the apocalyptic wasteland for many years, and has developed extremely sensitive and strong nerves. Although his body is still unable to adapt to the sudden change in temperature, his sense of danger is still far beyond the old humans, and even more experienced than some new humans. .
After sitting in the passenger seat, he put his ear against the misted window glass, and in addition to the sound of blood flowing in his ear, he heard another strange rustling sound, as if it was some kind of reptile. The scales rubbed against the ground.
Chi Xiaochi's face tightened: "Old Dingtou, hurry up."
The warm wind covered his face and made him drowsy. Father Ding was about to rest when he heard his son's tone was different, and he held the steering wheel in surprise: "Where are we going?"
Chi Xiaochi: "Go—"
Suddenly, someone slapped the window glass on the side where Chi Xiaochi was.
Chi Xiaochi's ears went numb, he pulled away, and reached out to wipe off the heating mist on the glass.
There was no one outside, but something resembling the sweat of a child's hand loomed out of the glass.
A childish voice said softly, "Uncle, save me."
Mother Ding, who was sitting in the back seat, also heard the voice and subconsciously went to pull the door.
Chi Xiaochi's eyes were quick, he pressed the button manually, and locked the door, then turned around, frowned and shook his head at Mother Ding.
Ding Xi was a little puzzled: "Qiuyun, there are children outside."
Chi Xiaochi made a silent gesture and pointed at the fingerprint for Mother Ding to take a closer look.
... Sweaty hands may be green.
The little milk leopard in his arms jumped to his knees, hunched his back, put on a defensive posture, and let out a childish low growl in his throat.
At this time, it made Chi Xiaochi feel that this was a real leopard.
The knock on the window failed, and something outside began to pull on the door.
pat, pat, pat.
The sound of pulling the door became more and more urgent, rough and savage, like a storm, but the child's voice was still sweet and helpless, with a heart-pounding innocence: "Open the door, uncle."
"I'm here."
"Open the door, open it, open it."
Ding's father and Ding's mother were not slow people at all, and at this time they also realized that things were not good.
While the husband and wife were looking at each other, a miserable human cry exploded in a car parked directly opposite the Ding family's vehicle, and the vehicle began to sway from side to side, as if someone was struggling and rolling in it.
Father Ding immediately turned on the high beams, and at a glance, he almost had a heart attack.
The front windshield opposite was splattered with blood, the man who was sitting in the car had fallen over, a big bloody hole was drilled in his chest, and two emerald green creepers appeared in his eyes.
… yes, creeper.
In order to beautify the environment of the community, the property has specially opened up several climbing tiger walls in the community.
And this verdant green plant, like many other plants, has become a weapon for murder after the end of the world.
With an intelligent creeper, it was determined at the first time that its most ideal fertilizer is humans.
So, humans become their flowerpots.
The branches and leaves pierced through the human body, traversing the body recklessly, sucking the flesh and blood from the human body with great satisfaction, and swallowing it with great gulps.
His young wife opened the car door and ran to the stairs screaming, but before she could take a few steps, she was dragged to the ground by a strange force.
Climbing tiger vines wrapped around her ankles and pulled her to the bottom of a nearby car.
The woman's high heels kicked the car up and down, accompanied by screams of horror and pain, the owner of the car shrank in the car, clenched the steering wheel, gritted his teeth, and dared not move.
Soon, there was no sound from the car.
Climbing Tiger Vine contentedly climbed to the next car.
It swayed up its branches and leaves, imitating the shape of a child's palm, slapped the glass of the next car, and made a childish voice: "Uncle, open the door."