Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 189: Counting Survivors

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Counting Survivors

Kaiyang moved quickly, and now both floors had no doors.

It was convenient to go in and out, but without doors, it was dangerous.

Song Yi had finished packing and followed him out.

"Let’s do this, start from the upper floor and inquire downward, level by level," he suggested.

His idea was that if any floor was unoccupied, they could remove the hallway door and bring it back for their use.

If there was no one inside a home, it was also possible to take off the front door.

After all, if there was no one left, it was contributing for everyone’s sake.

The stairway doors were too makeshift anyway.

They had anti-theft grills, but anyone with a bit of intentions could not be stopped.

Of course, if there were people at home, they would absolutely not engage in such activities.

Though it was the apocalypse, if others didn’t offend them, they wouldn’t actively cut off others’ lifelines.

"Okay, let’s go together to be faster," Song Yi decided.

Thus, the people from the twenty-first and twentieth floors started to move out.

Liang Kang also came over to help, while Xiao Ling went back to look after Jingjing.

In such cold weather, it was worrisome to leave a child alone at home.

Jhiang Yuan didn’t let Qin Yue go out, as having Xiao Nuan alone was not an option either.

Jhiang Xingzhi had to go—the expertise of such an experienced hand should not be wasted.

Starting from the nineteenth floor, they went out to knock on doors to see the specific situations.

Strangely, no one answered the door on the nineteenth floor.

"Hello, we are neighbors from upstairs, we mean no harm.

We would like to borrow the hallway door, so if anyone is home, please open the door," Kaiyang politely said, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no response.

"What should we do?

They are not talking or opening the door; we don’t know what the situation is really like," he asked.

"Could it be that no one is home at all?

Look, here are marks from an axe," he noticed.

Those were probably left by the group yesterday, perhaps the people were long gone.

"Let’s do this, open the door and check the situation," he suggested.

The others had no objections.

Fan Qing suddenly interjected, "Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?"

In her mind, this equated to breaking and entering.

Seeing the puzzled looks from everyone else, she felt she might have misspoken and quickly lowered her head.

Kaiyang took the lead, entering an area where he excelled.

The first door they opened was 1902’s, and indeed there was no one inside.

They still spoke politely, making sure no one was home before entering.

"No one’s here, and no trace of food either; it seems they left with a plan," Kaiyang observed after checking the kitchen, which was empty and clean.

"Maybe they went to a relief center, or they might have left West City ahead of time, it’s hard to say," he speculated.

"Well, let’s leave this house alone, perhaps the residents might still come back. If the neighboring unit is also empty, we can remove the door to the stairwell, but not the front door," Song Yi concluded immediately, and everyone agreed.

So, they moved to 1901, this time Ye Mianmian knocked on the door.

A girl often facilitated things a bit better, and was less likely to cause displeasure.

Moreover, she was such a beautiful girl.

She knocked for a long time, but still, no one came to open the door.

"Brother Song, Sister Yuan, could it be that there’s no one here too?" she wondered.

"Don’t know... Kaiyang..." Song Yi called out.

"Coming..." Kaiyang responded.

The door to 1901 was also opened by them, but the scene inside gave them a shock.

There were people inside— an elderly couple with a child.

However, there was no longer any breath.

"My God..."

Not to mention others, even Jhiang Yuan was taken aback.

Her face had turned pale, indicating how long it had been since they had died, showing no peace at all.

Song Yi furrowed his brow, evidently accustomed to such sights.

"It must have been a while, it’s probably because of the cold weather that there’s no smell."

Goodness, if it had been extremely hot, the stench would have been unbearable.

Living so nearby, they definitely would have smelled it.

"Sigh, encountering this, it’s tough for everyone; let’s cremate these few people."

Jhiang Yuan was worried that it might start to smell next year if it got warmer, which would be an unpleasant experience.

"Don’t rush, let’s check the floors below too, I think it might not be just this one family."

Everyone looked over, understanding his point, but it was somewhat hard to accept.

This feeling was even worse than those who had sought out their own deaths.

The unpredictability of life always made one marvel at the horror of nature and the insignificance of human power.

Thus, it was easy to relate it to oneself.

The feeling that disaster had stricken home always brought a sense of sorrowful empathy.

"Alright, we can also see how many people are left in this building."

There could still be dangers ahead; natural disasters were certainly terrifying, but human-made disasters also had to be guarded against.

"Let’s go..."

A few people began to head for the eighteenth floor; they didn’t split up as there were originally not many occupants here.

Moreover, below the seventh floor, there was no one at all.

With one stairwell serving two apartments per floor, there were only about twenty households in total.

Being together made them feel somewhat safer.

The eighteenth floor was also deserted, thankfully it was just empty.

From the seventeenth floor downwards, the situation worsened.

Everyone felt uncomfortable, witnessing those scenes; even two seemed to have frozen to death the night before.

Fan Qing took down a notebook, recording the specific door numbers and the remaining people in each household.

The fifteenth floor was occupied; that old lady and her family were surprisingly still alive.

Seeing them knock on the door, filled with vigor—indeed, a scourge lasts for eons.

Thus, they continued downwards, and by the time they reached the twelfth floor, everyone fell silent.

"I’ll go..."

Song Yi knew there was someone in 1202, and it was that formidable Old Wu.

They had to verify it despite themselves, so he braced himself.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

"Is anyone home? We are your upstairs neighbors!"

When no one responded, he didn’t rush, knocking a few more times.

"Is anyone home? The weather is too cold now; we want to see how many people are still in the building. If you are here, please respond."

After waiting for about a minute, finally, there was some movement inside, and she knew there were people there.

A young man opened the door, and if she remembered correctly, there were three men in this household.

Besides Old Wu, the other two were young.

"There are people at home, what do you need?"

It was a familiar face, someone she had seen before.

"Nothing much, just checking if there was anyone at home. It’s been so cold recently, and many have frozen to death. It’s good as long as you’re safe."

With that, they prepared to leave.

There were still several floors below, and they had to get to them today.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, a woman’s coquettish voice came from inside, and Fan Qing was puzzled.

"Fan Yao, is that you?"

She was somewhat incredulous, though her voice was too soft for those inside to probably hear.

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