After Chen Zhenghao killed the resident of unit 301, the atmosphere in the entire building became tense. The large group of people who used to chat freely were now afraid to say anything.
Chen Zhenghao seemed to realize this and discovered that the residents had secretly formed a new owners' group. However, he couldn't stop them from doing so.
He could only use various threats and inducements in the new group.
"Now the situation is difficult, and everyone is just trying to survive. No one wants to kill each other."
"If it weren't for that guy from 301 attacking my people first, I wouldn't have killed him. After all, I'm not a demon!"
"I hope we can live in harmony and support each other. When we need it, please lend us some food."
"As long as you cooperate, I promise everyone will be safe."
These words relaxed the guard of some people, and some even thought that maybe what Chen Zhenghao said was true – the resident of unit 301 died because he attacked first.
This is what we call the Stockholm syndrome. In the face of death, if the perpetrator shows them a little kindness, they will be grateful.
Zhang Yi remained an observer, coldly watching without commenting or participating. But in his heart, he became more cautious about Chen Zhenghao.
Although his house was well-prepared, and Chen Zhenghao's few men with their shoddy guns wouldn't have a chance to break in, it was always better to be careful in the apocalypse.
"If he really provokes me, I'll find a chance to kill him!" Zhang Yi said indifferently.
...
This brief calm was broken the next day.
Although every household was afraid to go out because of Chen Zhenghao, they couldn't survive without going downstairs to chip ice and get water.
So some people discreetly opened their doors and planned to go out to dig snow and fetch water when nobody was watching.
As a result, they were caught red-handed by Chen Zhenghao's people, who were monitoring the building.
The supplies they looted the previous day had been consumed by the hungry thugs. Now, with their eyes red, they considered all the residents of the building as their prey. Anyone they caught would be looted without mercy.
In the new chat group, there were urgent calls for help.
Zhang Yi opened the chat group and laughed instantly.
The one asking for help was none other than Liu Tiantian, who lived on the seventh floor. Chen Zhenghao lived on the sixth floor, right below her.
That morning, she wanted to go down quietly and dig snow for water while it was still dark. Unfortunately, she was caught in the act.
Living alone, she didn't need much effort to be sorted out, and she was the target that Chen Zhenghao and his men had their eyes on. With the confinement for nearly half a month, Chen Zhenghao and his thugs were feeling restless and wanted to find a woman to vent their desires.
Liu Tiantian wasn't exceptionally pretty, but she was young and had a decent figure. With limited choices, the thugs didn't care much.
So the group of thugs carried wrenches and iron rods, smiling as they rushed towards her.
Liu Tiantian quickly closed the door and, in despair, realized that she needed to seek help from her neighbors.
"Crying, crying, please come and save me! They are breaking my door, please, I beg you, they are going to kill me!"
"@Uncle You, Uncle You, please save me! Aren't you a veteran? You can definitely take on them."
"These people are ruthless. We must unite! If something happens to me, it will be your turn next!"
Liu Tiantian's voice in the group was filled with sobs and urgency.
However, yesterday, when she spoke arrogantly and confronted all the male property owners in the group, she wasn't like this.
Uncle You replied, "Miss, things happened too suddenly, and I alone can't handle so many of them."
Uncle You might be kind, but he wouldn't go to die for nothing. Chen Zhenghao had five or six men, and they had guns. Even though he was a former soldier, he couldn't possibly fight them.
Hearing Uncle You's reply, Liu Tiantian's heart turned cold. She cried, "You can't be like this! Can't you, as men, protect a weak woman like me? What kind of men are you?"
"Boohoo, if I die, I won't let you off even in the afterlife!"
Originally, some people felt sympathy for her, but when they saw her shamelessly emotionally blackmailing everyone, they became angry.
Moreover, she had insulted all the male residents in the building the day before, so now they were all holding a grudge against her.
"Yeah, we are all useless. The mighty little fairy like you must not need our help!"
"Haha, little fairy can fight,
right? Fight those people to death!"
"Yesterday, you were so confident and thought you were so capable. But now you need us, the weaklings, to save you."
"You might as well just die, and in your death, we will find happiness!"
The group was filled with gleeful laughter.
Everyone showed no sympathy for Liu Tiantian's predicament. On the contrary, they found some enjoyment in her misery.
After all, with her house being looted, at least they were safe for a short time.
Liu Tiantian was desperate after seeing these cold and mocking responses. She turned to the female residents for help, but their replies were also quite unanimous.
"We are all sisters, and we can't do much in this situation."
"Sister, hang on! I support you spiritually."
"You must hold on; otherwise, they might do something terrible to you when they break in."
"Yeah, with so many of them, they might do horrible things to you."
Some were offering empty comfort, while others were threatening her with sinister intentions.
After a while, more and more people joined the chat, but the topic took a dark turn.
"Hahaha, I suggest you strangle one of them to save yourself and serve as a scapegoat!"
"Right, right! Your house was looted, and you won't survive much longer. You might as well drag one down with you."
Liu Tiantian was trembling with anger. She wanted to say something more, but suddenly, the door was kicked open with a loud bang.
In Zhang Yi's home, he saw on the monitor that Liu Tiantian screamed, and then several thugs grabbed her legs and dragged her out.
"This weather is so cold outside, yet you guys still find time for exercise? Your libido is quite strong!" Zhang Yi commented.
But it was reasonable. In the face of death, no one knew when their life might end. Before they died, their primary instinct was to pass on their genes.
Zhang Yi took a bite of a chocolate bar and addressed the monitor screen, "At this temperature, any exposed skin is at risk!"