Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Chapter 479 Doomsday Stockpiling 1

The smell of disinfectant had not yet dissipated when Meng Qiqi opened her eyes under the pale fluorescent light.

There was a retention needle stuck in the back of the hand, and an IV tube connected to a half-empty glucose bottle - a typical start to a time travel.

Just as she was about to move her wrist, she felt a familiar warmth in her palm. She looked down and saw an emerald green jade bracelet firmly on her left wrist. The light pattern flowing on the bracelet was exactly the same as the jade bracelet she was about to put on.

"Ding! Host soul fusion detected. Current world: 'Apocalypse Stockpiling: There is a Spiritual Spring in My Space'."

Xiaojiu's voice echoed in his mind, filled with the joy of having survived a disaster. "The original owner was 'Meng Qiqi', an orphan. Her plot purpose: On the day of the zombie outbreak, she was 'accidentally' pushed down the stairs by the heroine Lin Weiwei. The interspatial jade bracelet fell off, becoming the heroine's golden finger."

Meng Qiqi curled the corners of her mouth and looked down at her wrist.

The bracelet felt warm to the touch, and with a thought, a familiar metallic space unfolded before his eyes. However, this time, the shelves were no longer filled with interstellar specialties. Instead, they were completely empty, save for a clear spring suspended in the center. A line of words floated above the spring: "Spiritual Spring Space: Can be used for storage. Spiritual Spring water can improve physical fitness and stimulate the growth of life resources."

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early." She stretched her still stiff fingers, and the original owner's memories came flooding back: this is an ordinary ward in the municipal hospital, and tomorrow is D-Day, the day of the global zombie outbreak. The original owner fainted due to hypoglycemia and was sent to the hospital, which happened to give her the opportunity to travel through time.

According to the original plot, the heroine Lin Weiwei should be on her way to "visit" and preparing to perform the "accidental pushing" scene.

"Want to take my space?" Meng Qiqi sneered and directly pulled out the infusion needle in her hand.

She threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and walked to the ward window. The street downstairs was still bustling with the cries of vendors and the honking of cars. No one knew that in twenty-four hours, this place would turn into a living hell.

She took out the phone from the original owner's pillow, unlocked it and checked the balance: there was only a three-digit deposit in the bank card, and there was 187.5 yuan left in the WeChat wallet.

"I'm so poor." She curled her lips and glanced at the locker in the ward. There was only a set of old clothes that were washed white and a half-eaten bag of biscuits in it.

"Xiaojiu, scan nearby stocking spots."

"Got it! The nearest large supermarket, Macro, is 800 meters away, the pharmacy, Kangtai, is 500 meters away, and the hardware store, Tiegemen, is 350 meters away..."

A gleam flashed in Meng Qiqi's eyes.

No money?

It doesn’t matter, she has the space and a century of experience in stockpiling goods.

She took off her hospital gown, changed into the original owner's old clothes, hid the jade bracelet in her sleeve, and when she walked to the door of the ward, she bumped into a girl holding flowers.

"Oh!" the girl exclaimed, and the carnations in her arms scattered all over the ground. When she raised her head, she showed a pitiful face. It was the heroine of the story, Lin Weiwei.

When she saw Meng Qiqi, a flash of surprise flashed across her eyes, and then a worried expression appeared: "Qiqi, why did you get out of bed? The doctor said you have low blood sugar and need to rest more."

Meng Qiqi sneered in her heart as she watched her exaggerated acting.

According to the original plot, at this moment the original owner would be moved by the heroine's "concern" and relax her vigilance, and Lin Weiwei would "accidentally" push her towards the stairs by the window when helping her back to bed.

"It's okay. I just wanted to take a walk after lying down for so long." Meng Qiqi moved sideways to avoid her outstretched hand, bent down to pick up a carnation, and quietly injected a trace of spiritual spring water into it with her fingertips - the petals instantly became moist and plump, and the color also became a little darker.

She handed the flowers back to Lin Weiwei and said, "Thank you for the flowers, but I have something else to do, so I'll leave now."

Lin Weiwei looked at the carnations in her hand that had suddenly become unusually bright, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a determined light.

She watched Meng Qiqi walk out of the ward without looking back, with a confident smile on her lips - the space jade bracelet would soon be hers.

Meng Qiqi certainly knew what she was thinking.

She walked out of the hospital gate without looking back and headed straight for the nearest hardware store.

Pushing open the door, she was greeted by a dazzling array of tools. She pointed to the top shelf and said, "Boss, two of those big hydraulic shears. And this fire axe, the sharpest one. And ten pairs of stab-proof gloves, all thick."

The boss, a burly man, was stunned for a moment: "Girl, why are you buying so many tools? Are you making a movie?"

Meng Qiqi took out her mobile phone and opened the online loan app that she had just registered with her ID card. The loan limit was not large, only 5,000, but it was enough for an emergency.

"Swipe the card." She remained calm, and while the boss turned around to get the POS machine, she thought about it and put all the selected tools into the space.

The moment the hydraulic shears disappeared, the jade bracelet on her wrist flashed a faint light.

"Holy crap!" The boss turned around and saw the empty shelves. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Am I seeing things?"

"Maybe I put it in the wrong place." Meng Qiqi paid calmly, "I'll go to the supermarket next door to buy some things and come back to get it later." After saying that, she turned around and left without waiting for the boss's reaction.

For the next two hours, she swept through the surrounding supermarkets, pharmacies, and hardware stores like a whirlwind:

- Supermarket: I maxed out my online loan limit and bought out all the compressed biscuits, canned food, purified water, and even the chocolates and candies on the shelves.

When paying, he stuffed boxes of jade bracelets into the space while the cashier wasn't paying attention, and the jade bracelets shone brighter and brighter.

- Pharmacy: Bought all the cold medicine, fever-reducing medicine, antibiotics, iodine, gauze, and even two boxes of enema and hemorrhoid cream - it's the end of the world, and you might be short of everything.

- Hardware store: When she went back for the second time, the owner looked at her warily, so she simply paid more and bought all the gas cans, lighters, Swiss Army knives, and several rolls of hemp rope in the store.

When she walked out of the supermarket carrying the last bag of instant noodles, her mobile phone prompted that the online loan limit had been used up and the bank card balance was zero again.

But her space is already neatly organized:

- Food area: 500 boxes of compressed biscuits, 300 cans of luncheon meat, 200 boxes of purified water, 100 bags of rice flour, and various snacks and candies piled up into small mountains.

- Medicine area: Three shelves were filled with medicines classified into different categories. She carefully dripped spiritual spring water on the bottle caps of antibiotics for preliminary activation.

- Tool area: hydraulic shears, fire axes, stab-proof gloves, gasoline barrels, lighters... and even a few steel bars picked up from the scrap yard.

"Almost." She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked up at the gradually darkening sky.

Faint sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, and a sense of unease began to fill the air.

The countdown to the zombie outbreak has begun.

Just then, her cell phone rang and the name "Lin Weiwei" popped up on the screen.

Meng Qiqi raised a cold smile and answered the phone: "Hello?"

Lin Weiwei's voice was filled with just the right amount of anxiety: "Qiqi, where are you? Something seems to have happened outside. I'm so scared. Please come to the hospital to find me!"

"Looking for you?" Meng Qiqi looked up in the direction of the hospital, a sharp glint in her eyes. "No, I think it would be more convenient for you to come to me."

She hung up the phone, turned it off and threw it into the space.

The spiritual spring space on her wrist vibrated slightly, as if responding to her upcoming doomsday stockpiling plan.

At this moment in the hospital, Lin Weiwei listened to the busy tone on her cell phone and looked at the increasingly chaotic streets outside the window. For the first time, she felt a little uneasy - this Meng Qiqi seemed different from what she had expected.

As the sun sets, the neon lights in the city go out one after another, replaced by screams and roars coming from afar.

Meng Qiqi stood on the empty street, feeling the warmth of the spiritual spring on her wrist, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Cannon fodder? Gift of golden fingers?

Forget the plot. In this apocalypse, all she has to do is fill up the entire space and survive.