The crowd continued to run upstairs, and in their opinion, the 8th floor was not very safe. ⊙, including a few taken in, sneaked upstairs.

Everyone surrounded the window, but no one spoke. Wardrobe, mattress, TV, and even corpses floated in the flood, slowly floating forward.

Someone took out his cell phone and called his family. It still couldn't be connected.

The building opposite also surrounded countless figures.

Looking down at the entire Manhattan Island from above, a waterline rushed into the city, colliding between buildings, causing white waves to appear, and the traffic flow was like ants in rainy days, and was washed away by the water without any resistance.

As the waterline moved, the lights went out one after another until the whole city fell into silence.

The TV and lights that were broadcasting the news went out and the surroundings became dim.

There was a bleakness, and sadness and despair began to permeate.

Wang Yao returned to the shelter room, and there was no one here.

He added some fuel into the fireplace and let it burn again. He casually placed the black spear next to it, snuggled into the sofa, and lay down on his side.

The flood hit Wang Yao's heart, which made Wang Yao's heart fall. Everything was like the plot of the movie, and the world became colder until the cold current hit. The only hidden danger was the minus 100 degrees carried by the storm clouds. However, this was like the previous flood, and it could still be avoided.

"Xiao Wu, you can tell good news now." Wang Yao said with his eyes closed.

"The lost black horny is recovering."

Wang Yao opened his eyes and his black eyes lit up slightly: "It is indeed good news, how long will it take to recover?"

"At the amount of current losses, about a week."

"Somewhat slow, can't you speed up?"

“It can’t be done.”

"That's enough." Wang Yao nodded secretly. At least you don't need to be careful when using black horny in the future.

After a while, the black man came back first. He pushed the door and saw Wang Yao lying on the bed, stunned at the door. The border collie wagged his tail and came up. He swayed around the sofa, and his tail almost shaking.

Wang Yao put his hand on his chest and licked his head on the border.

Suddenly his arm was retracted and put back on his chest.

"Don't let me go." Xiaowu whispered.

The border hummed and his ears stood up.

"Are you still afraid of dogs?" Wang Yao closed his eyes and said motionlessly.

"Just don't want to get in touch with other creatures."

Wang Yao chuckled and put his left hand over, which made the border satisfy and licked it with his tongue.

"Is it done?" Wang Yao, who was lying on the sofa on the side, spoke.

"They are honest with you. To be honest, you are so strong." The black man grinned and showed his white teeth. Seeing that Wang Yao didn't say anything, he didn't say anything, and quietly took a book and threw it into the fireplace.

"Wait." Wang Yao opened his eyes and stretched out his hand: "Don't burn the books first, burn the others."

"You are the head. You have the final say." The black man shrugged and handed the book to Wang Yao.

head……

Wang Yao seemed to recall something, closed his eyes again and held the book in his arms.

After a while, the others came back and saw that Wang Yao was acting the same as the black man. Vera was deliberately avoiding him, but Wang Yao didn't care. The plot was halfway through here. As long as you survive the severe cold for a week, there would be no more troubles.

"Fortunately you are still there. Have you seen it? Outside... uh." Sam, who is introverted, spoke for the first time. After half of his words, he remembered that Wang Yao had revealed these things before, so why didn't he know. He smiled awkwardly and returned to his lonely state and sat on the sofa opposite.

"Professor, how is the situation?" Wang Yao said without opening his eyes.

"The sixth floor was flooded, the water depth was about 16 meters. It started to snow and the temperature dropped. There were many people upstairs. There were some troubles."

Wang Yao knew what Silas' troubles mean. The butterfly effect and Wang Yao's remarks made Manhattan survivors at least twice as many as before. This means that the originally scarce food is even more lacking.

The ground floor is flooded, and most supermarkets are located in that location.

"When the water surface freezes, let those people go out to collect food except the elderly and children. There are no idle people here. Whoever refuses to tell me, I'll throw him out."

"The rest of the people removed the bed board, sealed the windows, leaving only one room to make the entrance. Go and ask who knows electronics, get a simple radio, listen to nearby news, and when will the cold storm come. The bed sheets and bedding are collected. There are not so many people here, so they can stay in the corridor for the time being."

The watch can receive radio stations, but it is troublesome to keep it on. The pump, generator and warehouse are on the underground floor and you can't count on it.

"It's cold outside." Vera spoke in a dilemma. She didn't want to annoy Wang Yao, but she couldn't bear to see others get frozen.

Wang Yao opened his eyes again and glanced at Vera. When he saw her in distress, his expression was slightly calmer, but it was still cold: "The elderly and children can come in. Wait until the storm clouds arrive before letting them come in for a short time to take refuge.

Wang Yao made a step back. Vera was not satisfied with the result, but nodded.

After closing his eyes again, Wang Yao thought in his heart that this was his last concession. If he had made more effort...

After following the instructions, Wang Yao lay down motionless. He could hear the sound of footsteps and the corridors.

This is a disaster movie. As long as you can escape, there is no danger. It is leisurely.

Wang Yao relaxed all over, his consciousness subsided, and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but the call woke Wang Yao up. It was Silas. Someone went upstairs to collect supplies, but the conflict occurred.

"How long have I slept?" Wang Yao got up and felt that he had just lie down for a while. To this point, Wang Yao would be fine if he didn't sleep for three days, but there was nothing to do.

“It’s one pm.”

There was no one else in the shelter room except Silas, and they were busy outside. Wang Yao picked up the black spear, and a feeling of flesh and blood connected to his heart. After all, it was a part of his body.

Walking out the door, a burst of noise and chill came. Those people were blocking the windows in a hurry. Through the gap, Wang Yao saw the goose-feathered snowflakes floating outside. It was clearly noon, but the weather was still gloomy and before dawn.

Wang Yao nodded secretly. These people at least have some effect. In other words, they are not so disobeying commands.

Go upstairs to resolve the conflict. After signing one or two people who were blind, Wang Yao returned to the refuge floor and said to the worried Silas: "Don't worry, I'm not a bloodthirsty person."

Silas's concerns are not without root causes. The change of personality always takes a process until it changes completely. Either kill only those who should be killed, or kill like Alex.

And Wang Yao is changing to the latter in all aspects...

Silas has seen many 236 individuals with a drastic change. It is precisely because of this that he doesn't want Wang Yao to become like that. But he doesn't know how to speak. Every time he looks for an opportunity, Wang Yao will pretend to have something to leave and avoid the topic.
Chapter completed!