Chapter 42 Beaver City 7
Fu Anan was taken aback, thinking she was being retaliated against for speaking ill of the game.
In hindsight, it turned out that the city's electrical equipment was damaged by the typhoon, and the entire Beaver City lost power.
The typhoon came swiftly and violently. The overwhelming rain came along with the strong wind. The trees on the street shook their teeth and claws, and the street lamps and street signs were uprooted by the strong wind.
The floor where Fu Anan lived was shaking, and there was the sound of glass breaking from the next door—the window was shattered by the typhoon.
Fu Anan was half asleep and half awake throughout the night.
I am worried that the glass will not be able to block the typhoon outside, and I am even more worried that this rickety old residential building will be blown down.
Overnight, although the old residential building was rickety, it persisted anyway.
Fu Anan listened to the wind and rain all night, and finally let go of her trembling heart.
But the upstairs was not as lucky as hers. The windows outside were all broken, and the house was wet. Not to mention, the owner was injured by splashing glass and was sent to the hospital early in the morning.
Emergency and firefighting were dispatched throughout the city, and cars could be seen everywhere heading towards the nearest hospital.
The heavy rainfall outside continues.
Fu Anan draws a stroke in his notebook—the ninth day of Beaver City
This is just the prelude to the catastrophe.
Although there is a power outage in the whole city, the network signal is still available, but it is not very good.
Fu Anan saw that most of the social software was discussing the typhoon, and there were also posts asking for help. Someone at home was injured, and asked if anyone could help to send it to the hospital.
There are fewer helpers in the posts, and more people ask for help.
[Who has a car? The coordinates are XXX area, please bring me one. The elderly in the family were injured and offered help. ]
[The hospital is full now, and the doctors and nurses are too busy. If you are slightly injured, it is recommended to buy some medicine and bandage yourself at home...]
Fu Anan read the above content, and roughly understood the current situation outside.
Fortunately, Beaver City has not been chaotic due to the typhoon overnight. The news is still broadcasting that the government has established temporary shelters in the city's two junior and senior high schools. All injured patients who cannot be taken care of and residents whose houses are flooded You can bring your ID card with you.
There are also people in the community who specialize in statistics of disaster damage.
There was a knock on the door of Fu Anan's room, and outside was a middle-aged man with glasses.
The middle-aged man was taken aback when he saw a young girl who opened the door, and looked into the room, "Are you the only one living here?"
"What's up?"
Fu Anan stood at the door and asked calmly.
"Oh, we are run by the community sub-district, and we come here to count people and damage to injured houses." The man wanted to show a kind smile, but his old yellow teeth, which were smoking, made him uncomfortable.
"Please provide your name for registration. If the house is damaged and you cannot live in it, you can go to Beaver No. 5 Middle School."
"Oh, thank you." Fu Anan said politely, "There are two people in our family, I am Fu Anan, my brother Fu Fugui, the house is not damaged."
"Two people." The middle-aged man looked suspicious.
"Well, my brother is going to the bathroom." Fu Anan said without blinking.
Registers are embarrassed to break in to see if there is anyone in the toilet, and write their names to register for the next one.
This game is too real.
After these people left, Fu Anan sighed again, then locked the door again, and pasted a note on the cat's eye to prevent anyone from peeping outside.
Many times he has rented a house outside alone. Even in the game, Fu Anan is very security conscious.
(end of this chapter)