Doomsday, onomatopoeia, plant killing machines.

The quilt on Chi Xiaochi's right hand side bulges with a small doughnut shaped object, obviously the wailing baby leopard.

...... don t know when it crawled into bed.

Chi Xiaochi unraveled the quilt and found that the leopard cub was sleeping in a very graceful manner, lying on its back like a human being, turning out the fine soft fur on its belly, placing its two paws on its ears, and shrugging its little flesh-colored nose.

Chi Xiaochi puts her hand on her little paw pad and pokes it.

It moved, stretched out its paw and embraced Chi Xiaochi's index finger, rolled over, lay on its side and took in the tip of his finger in a sucking motion, its slightly protruding teeth biting down one by one, as if it were being pampered, and as if it were being kissed.

Chi Xiaochi knows that he probably thinks he is his mother.

Chi Xiaochi went to a pet store with Lou Ying to take care of the dog, but all she learned was how to take care of dogs and cats, so when she saw this large feline, Chi Xiaochi's first reaction was to give it a bag of cat food.

Chi Xiaochi went to tease him: "Are you really coming with me? There's no meat if you come with me."

The baby leopard woke up, its gray-blue watery eyes narrowed slightly, and instinctively dove into Chi Xiaochi's arms.

Chi Xiaochi softened her heart and thought, "It's so small, where can it go? It could be spoon-fed right out of the gate.

Chi Xiaochi gave him an ultimatum: "Let's talk this over. If you eat me, I'll eat you."

The leopard cub lay on his forehead, seemingly satisfied with this new resting place, and whirled to sleep.

Chi Xiaochi asked, "Mr. Six, can it understand what I say."

"It's just a normal leopard." 061 said, "And since it doesn't have cancer cells, it won't evolve intelligence."

Chi Xiaochi flipped through Ding Qiuyun's memories and couldn't help but think that it was better to have no intelligence.

All things are naturally good.

All things have human intelligence and at the same time possess the bestiality and hunting skills that have evolved over millions of years, which is what is truly terrifying.

It's half an hour to three o'clock.

In the meantime, Chi Xiaochi has downloaded all the live maps in China.

This disaster is different from earthquakes, mudslides and other geological disasters, the terrain will not change drastically. With a map in hand, you'll be able to make fewer detours when looking for supplies.

061 asked him, "Gu Xinzhi over there, what are you going to do?"

"What can be done." Chi Xiaochi slowed down, "With this kind of person, he won't even think he's at fault until I die once myself first."

He moved over and said in a half-joking tone, "Just how much does your main god want me dead."

As he did so, the young panther that had fallen asleep on his back had a tendency to wake up again, taking his little paw and gently picking at his nose.

Chi Xiaochi held the communicator in one hand and ran her fingertips gently up and down its soft fleshy belly with the other.

The leopard cub grew quiet.

061 laughs, "You're so good with it."

Chi Xiaochi calmly stroked the little one. Blurting out, "Of course, it's my reserve food."

061: "......"

Baby Milk Panther: "......"

Reserve wants to bite when he hears it.

061 wanted to ask him what he was going to do with Gu Xinzhi when the time came.

...... tick.

The air conditioning fan sent out one last blast of warm air, as if letting out a low sigh, and then stopped running.

The age of the old mankind ended with this sigh.

Chi Xiaochi held the baby leopard with one hand, rolled over and sat up from the bed, hid it under the still-warm comforter, grabbed a flashlight, and headed straight for Father Ding and Mother Ding's room in the darkness.

The thermostat system was turned off, the smart glass that could regulate and lock the temperature turned back to ordinary glass, the heat that had built up in the room was quickly swallowed up by the beastly cold, and just in the short distance between getting out of bed and knocking on the door of my parents' room, the room temperature dropped by several degrees as far as the eye could see.

As she gripped the knob of her parents' door, a chill ran straight up from her fingertips, causing Chi Xiaochi's eyelids to flutter.

Father and Mother Ding are still awake.

Quilts can really give the illusion of warmth and security.

Chi Xiaochi nudged the man awake, "Dad, the temperature system stopped."

Ding's father, still a bit dazed, climbed up, "It's fine, wait at home, you should recover in a while."

Chi Xiaochi said mildly: "It should be a city-wide blackout, all the electricity in the house is out. In case it can't be restored for a whole night, our masters will be able to handle it, but Sister Ding may not be able to stand it."

Thinking about it, Ding's father thought it made sense, and called Ding's mother up, intending to go to the car to squint for the night, while Chi Xiaochi fetched two cold-weather suits with a flashlight to make it easier for her parents to put their clothes back on.

Father Ding was a little surprised when he got his winter clothes and asked Chi Xiaochi where they came from.

Chi Xiaochi replied that she came home today because the weather has been so cold lately and she wanted to give her husband and wife a set of winter clothes just in case.

Ding's father trusted his son enough to ask a question and leave it at that.

On the side, Ding's mother smiled and said, "The child is older and has filial piety."

Chi Xiaochi smiled, and when she left the room, she was busy packing her parents' toiletries, the cups she was used to using, and the double-sided embroidery she had nearly finished into her bag.

With that out of the way, he lifted his wrist to his newly acquired multi-function watch.

Three-ten.

At this point in time, there should have been many people waking up frozen in their sleep, but unwilling to leave their homes, shivering and waiting for the heating system to come back on until the quilts, too, were frozen through and knotted up into a cold, heavy bed of shrouds.

Confirming that Father and Mother Ding had packed up, Chi Xiaochi slung her backpack over one shoulder, took a few steps back to the bedroom, scooped up the baby milk panther, who had earned an extra 20 minutes of sleep, pulled back the collar, and tucked him in.

Before leaving, Ding mother still want to drink a mouthful of water, who want to unscrew the faucet, found that the water pipe is frozen on the whole, dripping out of a few drops of water is also cold and stinky, full of rusty smell, can not help but cover the nose surprised: "What's this?"

Ding's father is still quite clear-headed, found that the situation does not seem to be quite right, and does not die here to pursue the root cause, holding his wife's shoulders and said, "Let's go, go to the car."

After pushing open the door, the hallway was silent as death, and three or four families, like the Dinges, had simply packed up their things and were planning to go to their cars for the night.

The elevator stopped, naturally, so everyone took the stairs.

Ever since artificial intelligence started to become popular, the human condition has become much more indifferent, and people are used to chatting through displays, but are not good at communicating face-to-face with living, breathing human beings.

When they met, they nodded once to each other in silence and said hello.

Only Mother Ding spoke up and asked, "Mr. He, has the water stopped at your house as well?"

Mr. He gave a "hmmm", holding his communicator in one hand as a means of illumination, and hugged the drowsy child in his arms upwards with the same guarded gesture and expression.

The little girl, who was about seven or eight years old, smothered her face in Mr. He's arms and said in a jar, "Daddy, you're so cold."

Mr. He said, "Daddy's not cold, you're fine, sleep again, ah."

The little girl said, "You're cold. I'll warm you up."

With that, her tender little hands reached out from the small blanket and protected Mr. He's face.

With a jolt, He hastily caught the child's wrists and tucked them properly back into the small blanket, sweeping slightly nervously at the corner of his eye over the neighbor beside him.

By the light of the flashlight, Chi Xiaochi saw something and his eyes narrowed slightly.

061 also noticed something was wrong: "...... Xiaochi."

Chi Xiaochi: "Shh."

The child was wrapped in only a small, thin blanket, not as if for warmth, but more as if for cover.

And on the girl's outstretched wrist, there were one or two mottled pale greenish corpse spots.

...... This is an old human father, and a new human daughter.

Of course, at this point in time, the so-called "new mankind" is seen by all as monsters, aliens, corpses crawling out of the mud, and filth that should not exist in the human world.

In recent days, the authorities concerned are going from house to house to investigate who has resurrected a person according to the list of cancer patients who have died provided by the hospitals, and a certain amount of bonus may be granted to those who report on their own initiative.

This is the reason why this father is covering up and reluctant to show his daughter to the world.

But he was completely overthinking it.

It's someone else's business, and Chi Xiaochi doesn't intend to meddle in it.

The family went down to the parking lot on the negative two levels.

The formerly sweltering parking lot was as cold as a stale ice cellar.

A number of people had already realized that something was wrong and hid in their cars with their families. In order to save gasoline and keep the air conditioning on for a while longer, all the cars turned off their lights, leaving only a single uneasy face hidden inside the window glass, gazing openly at the cold darkness outside.

Without the shelter of AI, pampered humans are vulnerable to the elements.

The roar of the car's engine echoed through the parking lot, yet the heat emanating from it was quickly swallowed up by the snake-like darkness.

It's like a large mortuary, where each car is a living coffin.

Ding father went to start the car, pressed the self-start button for a long time does not work, can only use the car key is not very skillful to open the door.

The long-lost warm breeze arrived slowly, calling out to Ding's father and mother to breathe a sigh of relief.

But Chi Xiaochi didn't relax.

To be precise, it was the instincts within him that belonged to Ding Qiuyun that had kicked in.

Ding Qiuyun has been living in the post-apocalyptic wasteland for many years, and has developed extremely sensitive and strong nerves. Although his body is still unable to adapt to the changing temperatures, his perception of danger is still far superior to that of the old humans, and is even more experienced than some of the new humans.

Once in the passenger seat, he pressed his ear to the misted windowpane, and beyond the sound of blood flowing in his ears, he heard another, extraordinarily odd rustling sound, as if some kind of reptile's scaly armor were rubbing on the ground.

Chi Xiaochi's face tightened, "Old Dingtou, hurry up."

Warm wind over the face, blowing people drowsy, Ding father just intended to rest, listening to his son's tone of voice is different, while surprised while holding the steering wheel: "Where to go?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Go--"

Suddenly, someone thumped on the window pane on the side where Chi Xiaochi was standing.

Chi Xiaochi, ears tingling, withdrew and reached up to wipe the warm water spray off the glass.

It was empty outside, but something resembling the sweaty print of a child's hand loomed out of the glass.

A child's voice whispered, "Uncle, save me."

Ding's mother, who was sitting in the back seat, also heard the sound and subconsciously had to pull the door.

Chi Xiaochi, quick as a flash, manually pressed the button to fully lock the car door first, then turned back to Ding's mother and shook her head with a frown.

Ding some a little confused, "Qiuyun, there are children out there."

Chi Xiaochi made a silent gesture and pointed to the handprint for Ding's mother to see.

Would it be possible for ...... people to have sweaty hands that could be green.

The young milk panther in his arms jumped to his knees, shrugged up his back and assumed a guarded position, a low, childish growl escaping his throat.

This is the moment that makes Chi Xiaochi feel like a real leopard.

Knocking on the window didn't work and something outside started pulling on the car door.

Snap, snap, snap.

The sound of pulling on 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 palpitating innocence: "Open the door quickly, uncle."

"I'm here."

"Open the door, open it, open it."

Father Ding and Mother Ding were not slow-witted people by nature, and at this time, they also realized that things were not good.

While the couple was looking at each other, a miserable human scream exploded from a car parked directly across from the Ding family's vehicle, and the vehicle began to sway from side to side, as if someone was struggling and rolling in it.

Ding's father immediately turned on his high beams, and at a glance, he almost had a heart attack.

The opposite side of the front windshield had been splattered with blood, and the man who had been sitting in the car had lolled over, a large bloody hole drilled into his chest, two spikes of bright green creepers sprouting from his eyes.

...... Yes, creepers.

Properties in order to beautify the community environment, specially in the small area opened up a few creeper wall.

And this pale green plant, like many others, became a murderous weapon when the end times came.

The intelligent creeper decided at the first moment that the ideal fertilizer for it is human beings.

Thus, humans became their flower pots.

The branches burrowed through the human body and wreaked havoc in the carapace, drawing blood and flesh from the person with extreme dedication and gulping it down.

His young wife opened the car door and fled screaming for the stairs, however she didn't get more than a few steps before she was yanked to the ground by a strange force.

Creeper vines wrapped around her ankles and pulled her underneath a nearby car.

The woman's heels kicked and stomped the car high and low, accompanied by screams of horror and pain, while the owner of the vehicle cowered in it, clutching the steering wheel and gritting his teeth, not daring to move.

Soon there was no sound from under the car.

The creeper vine crawled contentedly to the next car.

It raised its branches and leaves shakily, mimicking the shape of a small child's hand, and tapped the glass of the next car with a childish voice: "Uncle, open the door."