Chapter 563: Chapter 425: Hoarding Thousands upon Thousands for Natural Disasters, Raising a Child, I Let It Go 13
The first person to reach the barbed wire pulled at it, trying to angrily rip it open.
But upon closer inspection, he noticed there were thorns on it.
He cursed loudly, “What the hell is this——”
Just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly trembled violently and then stared with wide eyes as he fell stiffly to the ground.
“Huzi, Huzi!!” The burly man behind him immediately tried to come forward and pull him up.
But another man with a complex expression stopped him, “Don’t go over there.”
“This isn’t simple,” the burly man said as he looked at the tall fence and shook his head, “This level of defense isn’t something ordinary people can manage.”
After he said that, the other man also didn’t dare to act rashly anymore.
The two men fell silent, simultaneously sizing up their surroundings.
A boundless expanse of white snow.
Afterward, the two men avoided areas with deep snow, leaving quickly with uneven steps.
They didn’t bother with the brother on the ground.
When Su Zhiruan saw them leave, she closed the window with a heavy heart and sat in a chair nearby.
Although they hadn’t broken in, the fact that someone could reach here meant that others might come later as well.
She decided to go over the original plot’s various details after the disaster once again.
“I’m going to the study.” She stood up, told Wen Qingyu, and then went downstairs.
She took pen and paper and sat down at the desk to sort through things.
The change in extreme weather naturally didn’t occur suddenly, there would also be a transition period.
For example, between the snowstorm and the high temperatures, she remembered there was a period of dense fog.
This period was also when the riots were fiercest. The snowstorm prevented people from going out, but under the dense fog, beneath the heavy mist, was the perfect opportunity to hide crimes.
After the snowstorm stopped and the temperature rose, the melting snow vaporized, condensing into tiny droplets that formed dense fog in the air.
The lingering dense fog created huge humidity, leading to short-circuits and transformer malfunctions in high-voltage power lines, causing blackouts, especially since the polluted air contained a large number of charged ions.
Currently, the snowstorm could still provide a limited amount of electricity, but during the period of dense fog, the entire human society would undergo turmoil, lacking food and clothes, where suppressed evil, along with those who had managed to survive a year in the snowstorm, meant that the next phase would be a disaster.
Su Zhiruan furrowed her brow.
If things followed the original plot, humanity would directly lose half its population, weeding out many, especially the kind-hearted good people dying first, leaving only those who could endure.
After the dense fog would come high temperatures.
She continued to write and draw on the paper.
When the high temperatures arrived, things became even more brutal. Many people developed heatstroke, their organs cooked through; this wasn’t merely simple heatstroke. By this time, water resources were scarce, temperatures high, and people began to grow restless.
Many foods that should be kept cool or frozen quickly spoiled, river and lake waters became polluted, and worst of all, an ancient virus hidden in ancient glaciers spread among the populace.
Originally, glaciers remained unthawed for millennia, but continuous high temperatures broke this longstanding pattern. The viruses buried under the glaciers spread from the river sources, direct water pollution rapidly spread the ancient virus. Those infected with this virus would vomit, become dehydrated, and die shortly afterward.
The stench of decaying bodies increased the pollution, and the death toll soared.
Many wished they had simply frozen to death during the snowstorm rather than dying from this incurable ancient virus.
Su Zhiruan suddenly felt fortunate that she didn’t love buying props, having saved a huge amount of points to stay alive.
After the high temperature and virus came the heavy rains.
Flash floods erupted, river waters surged, and the entire world was submerged by the torrential downpour.
This was another disaster.
Then, another snowstorm followed.
Su Zhiruan calculated the corresponding durations on paper, her brow furrowed.
Relatively speaking, during this period of snowstorm and dense fog, the survival rate of people was higher, the further it progressed, the more humanity’s limits were completely discarded, and the dead were far too numerous.
To say that the dead littered the ground and corpses were strewn all over the fields was no exaggeration.
Apart from this, she studied many details omitted in the original plot, noting everything down on paper.
One piece of paper wasn’t enough; she even wrote many sheets.
During this process, Wen Qingyu brought her food. She ate only a few bites before continuing to calculate.
Wen Qingyu didn’t disturb her but quietly went downstairs to continue working.
Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was evening.
Su Zhiruan held a thick stack of papers and let out a long sigh.