If anyone were to break in here, they would definitely be driven insane with envy.
But Su Ruanruan didn’t care at all.
A person who had survived four years in the apocalypse—would she care about this level of verbal abuse?
This was the most useless kind of attack.
Could they be more terrifying than the mutated monkeys that once tore her apart?
Or more terrifying than the mutated tree that almost killed her?
She ate, she drank, and she even took a comfortable cold shower.
To save electricity, she switched the electric grid to energy-saving mode.
It stayed in standby most of the time and only activated when someone touched it.
She slept until she naturally woke up. The outside was still silent. She picked up her phone and checked.
Good grief—those people were all lying sprawled on the ground, faces flushed red.
It didn’t look like they were sleeping. It looked more like heatstroke.
That was normal. After all, this was the top floor, directly exposed to the sun.
They had also just undergone intense physical strain and were already emotionally agitated.
If they didn’t suffer heatstroke, who would?
Only the man called the “boss” was still leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat.
His white tank top was soaked through and clung tightly to his body.
His eyes were fixed on Su Ruanruan’s door, and he still looked barely conscious.
Suddenly, he struggled to his feet and slowly made his way to the door while supporting himself against the wall.
He reached out as if to touch the electric grid, then hesitated, not daring to.
Instead, he could only bang on the wall and shout hoarsely:
“Miss Su, please… let us stay inside for a while. My brothers are going to die from the heat…”
“Give us some water… we’re dying of thirst… please have mercy…”
“I know you’ve got several air conditioners and water tanks…”
As he spoke, he slid down the wall and sat on the ground, still unwilling to give up as he scratched at it.
His eyes were greedily fixed on the stairs leading to the rooftop, completely blocked by the electric grid and reinforced security doors.
At this moment, he regretted everything—why hadn’t they cut corners when installing it back then?
Meanwhile, Su Ruanruan watched everything expressionlessly, even feeling a little amused.
Who was it that came to her door first, thinking she was easy to bully?
And now they were pretending to be pitiful and asking for help?
No way.
She got out of bed, picked up a bottle of ice-cold cola, and opened it with a crisp “click.”
She took a satisfying sip.
Then she took out a thermometer and placed it out of the small window.
Today was the fifth day of the apocalypse heatwave.
Temperature: 49°C.
It had jumped four degrees at once?
Wasn’t it supposed to rise about two degrees per day in her previous life?
Something was wrong.
Su Ruanruan frowned.
Just sticking the thermometer out for a moment, she could already feel how terrifying the heat outside was.
It was so hot that even standing still made one sweat.
Inside the house, all three air conditioners were set to 16°C.
But the indoor temperature still read 29°C.
Well… at least the ACs were doing something.
Major supermarkets had also changed supply distribution to 9 p.m.
Night temperatures hovered around 40°C, but without direct sunlight, it was slightly more bearable.
Still, many people died from heatstroke—at home, on the way to collect supplies, or on the way back.
Su Ruanruan glanced at her space and felt a wave of satisfaction.
Right now, she only kept two air conditioners running to reduce generator load.
All other appliances—fridge, water dispenser, TV, heater—were turned off.
If she needed water, she just took it from her space and added ice cubes.
Perfect.
She didn’t have the time or energy to care about others.
Taking care of herself was already the limit.
For breakfast, she had a deluxe hand-grab pancake.
One bite—and she almost cried out in happiness.
This was the street stall she had frequented for over ten years.
She used to buy one or two hundred portions every time she passed by.
Not a single crumb was wasted.
After eating, she lazily collapsed on the sofa and checked the surveillance.
Outside the door, the men were lying on the ground, breathing weakly, faces flushed.
If not for the faint rise and fall of their chests, she would’ve thought they were dead.
“How boring… I haven’t even made a move and it’s already over?”
She muttered softly.
If heatstroke wasn’t treated or moved to a cooler place, they wouldn’t last a few days.
They would die quickly, and their bodies would rot, attracting flies and maggots.
Just thinking about it gave her a strange thrill.
She had seen such scenes many times in her previous life.
But this time… it was her first time watching it so closely again.
Ah… somehow, she was even a little looking forward to it.
In the afternoon, she drew routes on a map.
She lived in Huicheng, a coastal city.
In the coming extreme cold disaster, coastal cities would be hit by tsunamis and typhoons and become dead zones.
No survivors.
In her previous life, she had followed the evacuation convoy early.
Otherwise, she would have died in the waves.
In the future, the country would focus rebuilding efforts in the central plains.
With the capital, Beijing, as the core.
That would be the final destination.
Suddenly, a loudspeaker voice rang outside:
“All personnel, assemble at Haixin Plaza on October 29.”
“Repeat: All personnel, assemble at Haixin Plaza on October 29.”
“Repeat: All personnel…”
Su Ruanruan walked to the small window.
She saw a military convoy passing by on the main road, soldiers in uniform broadcasting the announcement through loudspeakers.
The sound woke up many people hiding indoors.
One by one, they rushed to their windows to look outside.
Soon, the convoy disappeared from view.
She calculated the time.
October 29th—the evacuation organized by the government and military.
October 31st—the second disaster: extreme cold.
Whether in this life or the last, the authorities must have detected something.
Otherwise, they would not organize evacuation a day before the disaster.
As far as she knew, the destination was Beijing.
There was no reason for her not to follow.
After making her decision, Su Ruanruan suddenly felt reluctant to leave her home.
“I wish I could just store the house in my space…”
The thought flashed through her mind.
And in the next instant, she disappeared from the spot.