Knowing that 1801 is cold and indifferent, but not knowing he has violent tendencies—and is even abusive toward children.

Seeing Dou Dou’s expression, it seemed she was already used to being hit. No wonder she ran to her every day. So she was hiding from her perverted older brother?

“Why does he hit you?”

Although it was someone else’s family matter, child abuse was really too much.

Jiang Ning didn’t ask about Dou Dou’s past, but from her usual observation, the fearful and withdrawn look in her eyes, along with her somewhat ingratiating personality, all reminded her of her own unhappy childhood memories. “Dou Dou, is he your real brother?”

That was why she hadn’t refused this child.

“Brother is teaching me boxing.” Dou Dou rubbed her bruised arm and gave her a sweet smile. “I got hit because I didn’t dodge, and sometimes I accidentally fell.”

Only then did Jiang Ning realize that Dou Dou had been practicing boxing these past few days, for up to five hours every day.

“Sister, I’ll show you how I box.”

Without waiting for Jiang Ning’s consent, she walked to a spacious area and struck a pose.

Originally a delicate and shy little girl, her movements instantly turned fierce and determined—head held high, chest out, stomach tucked in—she seemed like a completely different person.

She was practicing military-style boxing. Her movements were precise and powerful, her posture especially sharp, and her eyes fierce and full of spirit.

Jiang Ning was stunned. “…”

She was actually more precise than Jiang Ning herself.

Children need encouragement, so Jiang Ning praised her a couple of times. Dou Dou blushed deeply. “Sister, you’re so nice.”

Her brother never praised her, no matter how well she did.

With so many bruises on her body, it was clear she had been trained harshly.

What did it mean for a typhoon day to have such intense training for a four or five-year-old child?

1801 hadn’t appeared in the previous life, but now with all these strange actions, could it be that he knew the apocalypse was coming and so was training Dou Dou harshly so she could protect herself in the future?

Dou Dou’s movements were precise and accurate—not something you could learn just by watching videos.

At this age, being so sensible, Jiang Ning didn’t pry rashly, nor did she let her guard down.

Though Dou Dou came often, she never rifled through things or begged for food. It was clear she was well brought up and never came empty-handed.

Jiang Ning took out some medicinal alcohol she had prepared before and rubbed it onto Dou Dou’s bruises, spreading it gently. “Soak it in hot water tonight.”

After some fresh air, Dou Dou kissed the rabbit and left reluctantly.

…

These days, the building downstairs was full of commotion—arguing, cursing, and even fighting over the slightest disagreement.

Bad weather and harsh living conditions made everyone irritable.

The original residents on the 9th floor and the overcrowded 2nd-floor residents had been shouting at each other for a long time, almost starting to slash with knives.

Early in the morning, the 9th floor residents found their home broken into. Their few remaining supplies were swept clean.

The typhoon showed no sign of ending—this was their life-saving food. What kind of scoundrel would do this!

The 2nd-floor residents were crowded right outside their door. If not borrowing a pot, then borrowing the toilet—if there really was a thief, it was impossible they didn’t notice.

Both parties were unhappy, pushing and yelling at each other, only settling down after a long time.

It wasn’t just the 9th floor being broken into; other floors experienced it too. Even if the owners were awakened, it was dark at night and they couldn’t see clearly, and the robbers covered their faces.

There were not just one or two, but groups working together to rob.

Even with people living in the stairwell, no one dared move when faced with flashing knives. Their eyes were complicated, dark, even gleaming with schadenfreude.

The robbed deserved it—who told them to keep supplies but refuse to share, forcing others to take up knives to rob?

Now it was fair—let them all starve!

Others who heard cries for help didn’t dare come out to help either. They could only push refrigerators or sofas to firmly block their rooms, begging not to be broken in.

For a time, the building was a chaotic mess. Some who were robbed put on masks and knives and went out to rob others.

Evil bred wildly on the warm bed of the typhoon storm and rain.

Jiang Ning adjusted her schedule, eating dinner and going to sleep early, setting an alarm for midnight, then getting up to do various physical training.

After only two days, she heard noises outside.

Pressing her ear to the door, she confirmed someone was quietly trying to pick the lock.

It had been chaotic and crazy these days. A few groups had come to knock on the stairs door during the day, asking if there was food to borrow—their children were starving.

Trapped for ten days, with water, electricity, and gas cut off, who still had supplies?

Even if they did, if they gave to one family and not another, the hungry would swarm and tear you apart.

Jiang Ning took out a pig-slaughtering knife from her space, put on night vision goggles, quietly opened the inner door, and then suddenly pushed open the outer door.

Outside, someone was noisily picking the lock, not expecting to be caught off guard.

The one with a single hook barely had time to shout before Jiang Ning covered his mouth, stabbing him sharply in the abdomen repeatedly.

She then pushed him aside and moved to the second man.

A flashlight shone over. Seeing the bloody knife in her hand, the man was shocked and instinctively tried to run. Jiang Ning swung her leg across, grabbed his collar, and threw him to the ground.

There were four people trying to pick the lock in total. The other two turned to run, but one of them suddenly collided with a shadow.

He didn’t have time to make a sound before his neck was snapped.

He didn’t even fall down; his body was thrown out the window.

Jiang Ning looked up at the sound and saw a tall shadow killing efficiently and disposing of bodies.

Surprised, she quickly stabbed the second man’s neck with her knife.

The man tightly covered his neck, opened his mouth but couldn’t scream, struggling desperately.

It was rumored throughout the building that 1802 had plenty of supplies, was not only pretty but lived alone. They came in the dark not only for food but to do terrible things to her—a college student, fresh and tender.

But they never expected such a pretty little girl to be a devil.

Jiang Ning tore off the man’s mask—it was the one who had moved to 1803 last life and had tried to break into her room multiple times.

This was the evil of human nature; even if given a second chance, he would still choose to do evil.

Jiang Ning sneered and stabbed the knife decisively into the man’s heart.

She stood up with her knife and cautiously looked at the man not far away. It was hard to see clearly at night, but judging by his figure, it seemed to be… 1801?

Huo Yishen walked over, dragged the dead man to the window, and threw him out.

Seeing her stand still, tense and serious, he whispered, “You’re not wrong. People like this are a menace.”

Was he comforting her?

He seemed unsurprised by what happened tonight, killing calmly and disposing of bodies with ease, his deep eyes without any ripple.

Jiang Ning guessed his identity from his aura and posture—it was either a soldier or a police officer.

But now it seemed he was more like a cold-blooded killer.

No matter who he was, at least for now he wasn’t a threat to her—he even helped kill and dispose of bodies.

Jiang Ning nodded, agreeing with him.

If she let them go, who knew how many people would suffer.

She wiped the blood off her face, cleaned the hallway with a mop and cloth. 1801 repaired the broken door lock at the stairwell overnight.

They didn’t speak, each returning to their rooms.

Jiang Ning took a shower in her space, soaked and washed her bloodied clothes.

No matter how bloody the experience, she lay on her bed feeling particularly calm, soon falling asleep.

The next morning, the water level had risen considerably.

Jiang Ning stood on the balcony, having fried dough sticks and soy milk for breakfast.

The fried dough was golden and crispy, the soy milk rich and fragrant—eating it felt especially satisfying, even lifting her mood.

The water was filled with all kinds of garbage—various colored trash bags floating around, with several corpses mixed in, drifting somewhere unknown with the flood.

During breakfast, she saw several people jump into the flood and swim outward.

Without exception, they were risking the typhoon and storm to go out and find food.

People went out every day, but Jiang Ning had never seen any return.

Maybe some did, but she just never saw them.

The door at the stairwell banged again. Jiang Ning ignored it and brushed her teeth to get rid of the food smell.

Near noon, Zheng Weili came over. “An Ning, more and more people are knocking on the door. We need to be careful these days.”