Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

Chapter 354 Cleaning the Room

The woman nodded, turned and walked into the building. When she reached the door, she looked back again, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed and disappeared into the dark doorway.

The older soldier turned to her, his gaze lingering for a moment on the water bottle in her arms before returning to her face. "You live in the building behind?"

Xu Xiaoyan nodded.

The soldier pondered for a moment, "Since you've already encountered being followed, you need to be extra careful when going out these next two days. It's best not to go out if you can avoid it. Stock up on water and food as much as you can, because the situation might get a bit chaotic in the next few days."

"Okay," Xu Xiaoyan replied quickly, then paused and added, "Thank you."

After watching the two soldiers leave, Xu Xiaoyan hurriedly walked towards her building with her water bottle in her arms.

She practically ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, the water bottle bouncing loudly in her arms. Her footsteps and panting echoed through the stairwell, mixed with the lingering musty smell, making it sound exceptionally empty.

There was a bag of garbage piled up at the corner of the third floor, emitting a sour and rotten smell. She turned sideways and walked around it without stopping.

There was a door half-open in the corridor on the fourth floor, from which came low voices and the smell of something being cooked. She walked past without looking at it.

When she reached the fifth floor, she took out her key, opened the door, and locked it behind her. She didn't plan to go out for the next few days unless trouble came knocking.

Xu Xiaoyan checked the time; it was already 10:30 p.m. She thought that the room would be very hot during the day tomorrow, so she needed to prepare in advance.

With a thought, an electrical box, an electric fan, and a refrigerator silently appeared on the floor in front of her. Looking at these items, a complex emotion welled up in her heart. She was glad that when she left Xuan County, she had put almost everything she could take with her into her spatial storage.

She wouldn't sleep in the bed in the room; these things were far inferior to the furniture in her home in Xuan County.

She got up and walked to the wooden bed. With a thought, the entire bed silently disappeared, leaving a large empty space on the floor, revealing dust that had accumulated for who knows how long and several dried stains underneath. She then went to the bedside tables, put one in each hand, and similarly disappeared.

But she didn't intend to just leave these things unused.

She walked to the living room window. The living room was only two or three square meters larger than the bedroom. After thinking for a moment, she took the wooden bed out of her storage space and placed it upright against the window frame, with the bed board facing outwards and the legs facing inwards, completely blocking the window.

In this way, even if people in the building across the street look this way, they can only see a wooden board and cannot see any of her actions in the living room.

She didn't waste the two bedside tables either; she walked to the back of the door and placed the two tables against the door panel, one on each side.

She knew these things were actually useless; if someone really wanted to kick the door down, what good would two broken bedside tables do? But seeing them standing there, holding the door firmly in place, did make her feel a little more at ease.

After the bedroom was cleared out, she took out a broom, mop, and dustpan from the space, rolled up her sleeves, and began cleaning.

After cleaning the entire room, she was covered in a light sweat, but looking at the clean floor and corners, she felt much more at ease.

Next is the window. The curtains in this room are made from scarves. They flutter in the wind and can barely provide any privacy or even basic insulation, let alone heat insulation. Especially around two or three in the afternoon, when the sun shines in, the room feels like a sauna.

She had to seal up the bedroom window.

So they rummaged through the space and found a few discarded cardboard boxes, a plastic sheet, and a roll of plastic tape.

She disassembled the cardboard box, laid it flat, cut it to the appropriate size according to the window, and stacked it layer by layer, with cardboard and plastic film, making a total of three layers.

Then, carefully seal the edges with plastic tape to create a heat insulation board that is slightly larger than the window frame.

She walked to the window, pulled back the scarf curtain, and carefully embedded the insulation board she had made into the window frame. She then secured it around the edges with tape, making the entire window completely airtight.

She took two steps back to look at it, then reached out and pressed the edge to make sure there were no gaps that let in light or air, before nodding in satisfaction.

That's good. No matter how strong the sun is tomorrow, it won't be able to shine in. The temperature inside will be at least a few degrees lower than outside. With an electric fan, we can barely get through it.

As for the living room window, she doesn't plan to seal it off.

The room isn't big; there's a window in the bedroom and a window in the living room. If both windows are sealed off, the air won't circulate, and people trapped inside will eventually have problems.

Xu Xiaoyan put the Simmons bed from her home in Xuan County into the room, and also threw the quilt and pillows on it.

Next, plug the electric fan and car refrigerator into the battery box in turn. Two crisp "click" sounds were heard, and the indicator light on the battery box changed from green to blue and flashed steadily, indicating that normal power supply had begun.

The fan blades slowly began to turn, initially a little sluggish and making a slight humming sound. After a few rotations, they became smooth, sending out a cool breeze that blew onto her neck, which was still slightly sweaty. It felt so comfortable that she unconsciously squinted her eyes.

The refrigerator also emitted a low humming sound, not loud, and not particularly jarring in the quiet night.

She squatted down in front of the battery box, looked at the power display, and saw it was full, 100%.

When fully charged, this battery can power an electric vehicle for about a month. If we convert that to low-power appliances like electric fans and refrigerators, even if they run 24 hours a day, it would be more than enough to last for several months.

After a few months, the army will definitely be stationed nearby, and not only stationed, but perhaps even electricity will be available.

Why was she so certain? Because people from the underground city were gradually migrating over. Population relocation—these four words sound simple, but she understood all too well what they involved.

People come here, and they need to drink water, eat, sleep, and live.

The needs of feeding, drinking, and relieving oneself of tens or hundreds of thousands of people cannot be solved simply by talking.

Without electricity, how can water be pumped up? Without electricity, how can food be stored? Without electricity, how can there be lighting at night? She didn't believe that when people were relocated, related equipment would not be moved along with them.

Generators, transformers, cables, distribution boxes... these things are large, heavy, and difficult to move, but they are essential.

The reason why the underground city could last so long in such a dark place was because of a complete and mature power supply system.

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