From the beginning of the record, in Ye Zhao's concept, the only relative is grandfather. Although they are not related by blood, they have always lived in that huge old house as grandparents. One grew from a tall and sturdy old man to a lean and rickety; the other from a babbling soft-hearted child slowly became taller and taller. They lived together for more than ten years, until Ye Zhao was in high school. The old man died peacefully.

And Nie Renyan's experience was surprisingly similar to Ye Zhao's. He had never seen his parents, and he lived by the person he called "Auntie" until she died of a serious illness.

When they first met, they thought that such a similar background was too coincidental. Now that they think about it again, it may be inseparable from an unusual identity like fierce.

The TV anchor continued to report related news: "At present, emergency rescue activities in various provinces and cities have encountered difficulties, the white fog is too corrosive, the special rescue vehicles dispatched have been damaged to varying degrees, and the special protective clothing of the rescue team has been lost. According to the news received so far, the pioneer rescue teams in various provinces and cities have suffered casualties, and the follow-up rescue activities are temporarily difficult to carry out, and the situation is not optimistic. The regional governments are studying new feasible rescue plans..."

"...At present, the outer window glass of buildings in some places has been eroded by poisonous fog and damaged to varying degrees. It is hoped that the audience must take corresponding measures such as thickening glass coverings in the city to ensure indoor Ann..."

Just as he was talking, the signal of the TV suddenly appeared chaotic. The sound was intermittent, and the snowflake stripes were interspersed, cutting the whole picture into pieces. After shaking it twice, there was a soft sound of "di", the signal was completely lost, and it became bright. Some dazzling blue screen.

"What's the matter?" Fang Siyuan and Mu Tou entered the ward from the corridor, holding their mobile phones in a daze, "The mobile phone has no signal——" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the blue screen on the TV: "Eh? TV too?"

I don’t know if it’s because people are gregarious creatures, they can keep in close contact with the outside world, and when they can always know the situation of other people, everyone is somewhat at ease in fear. When the news came, there was not much left of peace of mind.

Almost instantly, there was a very loud noise in the surrounding wards, and many family members rushed to the corridor to ask each other, "What's the matter?" "Well, why is there no signal?"

For a time, the buzzing discussion grew louder and louder, and the atmosphere of panic filled the entire corridor, and even the entire building.

Although there was some noise, Ye Zhao and the others did not close the door.

Listening to the chaotic discussions outside, Luo Xiaochen said, "Should we pull a quilt and cover the window?"

"How different is this from the thing on your body?" Nie Renyan leaned against the wall beside her with her arms folded, her eyes half-squinted as if she hadn't woken up.

Only Ye Zhao noticed that his ears moved very slightly, probably paying attention to what he was listening to.

Luo Xiaochen pinched the corner of the hospital gown and shook it, and then pinched the corner of the quilt and shook it, "It's at least twenty times thicker, isn't it?!"

"Yeah." Ye Zhao nodded and said, "How long does it take to corrode the clothes? Let's count ten seconds. Twenty times can last for nearly three and a half minutes." He pointed to the window and said, "Fuck it."

Luo Xiaochen: "..." He snorted coldly and turned his face away, "Don't think that I can't hear you being sarcastic, Ye Zhao, it's the most boring thing for me to tell you about sarcasm!"

Everyone: "………………"=_=||

"Then what is it to block?" Luo Xiaochen looked around the ward, but did not think of a suitable animal.

Xia Zhiming raised his hand and knocked on the cabinet: "This thing is made of good material and thick enough. There are three in total. It's more than enough to block a window when stacked."

"Ah yes, and this one." Fang Siyuan patted the TV cabinet, "This thing should last for a while."

"If it doesn't work, there's still room." Nie Renyan raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his index finger one by one. "Three sheets, iron ones, can hold up for a long time."

"Fuck! Slot!" Luo Xiaochen was stunned, "You guys from the demolition team! Can you leave some money for the hospital?"

Mu Tou silently pointed his finger at Luo Xiaochen, and said expressionlessly: "There is another one that can be blocked."

Luo Xiaochen: "......" Nima is making fun of labor and capital!

Although it is a joke, if the fog persists in the end, when there is really no way, the above will no longer be a joke. All the things that can be used, even the quilt, can be blocked for a while.

This is the idea that almost everyone in the room is pondering, of course, except for Nie Renyan.

With his back against the wall, coupled with the concentration of his consciousness, even if there are two layers of thickened layers of special material, he can hear a very slight "hissing" sound when the white fog melts the glass. Because the material is different, the sound of the white fog touching the outer glass and the thickened layer is also slightly different.