Socially Anxious Girl Starts Hoarding Before the Apocalypse

Chapter 72

He saw what seemed to be a murderous look in the other person's eyes, so he stepped back two paces.

At this point, his provoking thoughts vanished completely. He turned around, went back to his room, slammed the door shut with a bang, and locked it.

Wen Qian was stunned for a moment. What? She hadn't done anything yet, why did he shut and lock the door? So Wen Qian took out a hammer and started shouting.

"Come out and talk, tell me how you've grown up to have such behavior! If you have the guts, come out!"

Bang! She struck the door with the hammer, using all her strength. The door was dented, the walls shook, and even the windows rattled.

The person inside started yelling: "What do you want? What do you want! If you don't want to talk, don't talk, I was just joking with no ill intent, can't even take a little joke! I just wanted to get to know you, to be friends, do you have to go this far?"

Bang! Another hammer strike, but not as forceful this time, leaving a shallow imprint on the door.

Wen Qian thought to herself, big hammer 80! Small hammer 60!

She was almost hammering to a rhythm now.

The person in the room had started apologizing, his voice changing tone: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was rude! I was rude, okay, I disturbed you, I, I'll leave! I'll pack up right away, I, I'm sorry."

But your temper is too much, he didn't dare say that out loud, how could she act like a madwoman?

Bang! Another heavy hammer blow, really striking his heart, making it leap in fright.

Would someone who's just traveling around usually carry so many weapons? It was only then that he started regretting, how could he just start...when he saw she was alone?

He regretted being rash with his words, how could he not have realized she was a lunatic?

At this point, Wen Qian felt quite relieved, as if the long-suppressed negative emotions were finally vented through her frenzied door-hammering.

She finally understood why some people would pay to experience smashing things or hitting punching bags, because destruction really is satisfying and relieving.

She wasn't hammering the lock part of the door, but randomly striking the door panel, leaving the once fine door dented and pitted, yet still closed and separating the two of them.

At this point, Wen Qian got into the mood for an insane literary performance.

"Come out! You come out!"

Wen Qian shrieked and laughed maniacally.

The man felt as if he was trapped in an asylum, what if this mad woman didn't leave, would he really be stuck here to die?

He didn't have much water or food left either, oh dear Lord! Let me leave!

As the man contemplated whether calling the police would be any use, he heard the person outside burst into laughter, a bone-chilling sound, probably the effect often portrayed in horror and ghost movies.

"What's wrong? Scared? Should I call the police officer for you?" Wen Qian said while imagining her expression must look like a psychopath's.

But what could she do? She felt like she was getting addicted to acting insane.

...

Wen Qian felt tired and stopped.

Dead silence came from the room, the person inside hugging his bicycle and not daring to breathe loudly.

Wen Qian put her things into her spatial storage and went out the door to the side stairwell, hesitating whether to leave now or dismantle the stairs before leaving.

But that damn fly was really too annoying.

Wen Qian went up the stairs to the second floor corridor.

Not long after, she saw a person rush out from downstairs, carrying his bicycle and frantically running out of the courtyard.

When he got to the road outside, he turned back to see the woman leaning on the railing, smiling at him.

Oh my god, what kind of person is this?

Although puzzled in his heart, he didn't have the courage to go back and find out, but pedaled away at full speed instead.

Seeing him leaving quickly, Wen Qian roared with laughter. It had been so long since she experienced such emotional ups and downs, it was quite interesting.

Although such people were as annoying as flies and mosquitoes, even making one feel they shouldn't exist in this world.

But one shouldn't expend great effort to drive them to extinction, that time and energy should be spent on oneself or important people instead.

Wen Qian then decided to dismantle the entire staircase and take it with her.

By noon, Wen Qian had finally dismantled the entire staircase and stored it into her spatial storage, then rode her motorcycle onward.

It had been more than half a month since she left Xia Province, occasionally receiving messages while on the road.

In the monotonous journey ahead, the chaotic news Wen Qian saw around the world was not a good thing.

The disasters caused by climate change had already made people's lives a mess, and now the economic crisis would lead to many losing their jobs, further destabilizing society.

Even domestically, a wave of unemployment had emerged, although public order was relatively more stable compared to M Country.

Wen Qian still had two people in contact with her on her phone.

One was Zhang Zixuan, who said she hadn't left this province yet, and her parents had joined her, planning to tour the few western provinces.

Wen Qian once again envied how nice it was to be rich.

The other was Fang Ya, who mentioned someone had come looking for her.

It was the person Wen Qian had previously chased away with a kitchen knife, this time bringing a few others. Hearing that Wen Qian wasn't home, they then inquired about her residence in An City, but unfortunately no one knew.

They had heard from somewhere that Wen Qian was closest with Auntie Chen's family, so they must know the location, and went to stake out Auntie Chen's home.

In the end, they were chased away by the Chen family wielding brooms, as they truly didn't know.

Moreover, knowing she worked in An City would suffice, why did they need to pinpoint her company or residence?

It was obvious they had ill intentions, so even if they knew, they wouldn't tell.

Wen Qian found it amusing, as now no one knew she had even left An Province, basically no one knew.

Whatever schemes they plotted would be useless.

After leaving An Province, she least had to worry about those scumbags stalking and harassing her.

Wen Qian sped along the road, finally nearing the end of the national highway section, leaving it for the local concrete roads.

The road headed west from the east, Wen Qian traveling westward. If going by the national highway crossing the Jade Mountain Range, the upcoming stretch would likely encounter quite a few people.

Because there were rivers, and some residents living there. Going further west, it would become more desolate, with deserts and gobi facing the northern side of the Jade Mountain Range.

The direction Wen Qian was headed showed a ranch on the map, besides that going west there were no particularly clear place names marked.

At the edge of the mountain range, the map indicated there would be rivers formed by snow melt from the mountains.

Only two or three clearly visible ones could be found on the map, the rest just vaguely shown, possibly because they were too small or short to be clearly displayed.

The concrete road meant she hadn't reached the ranch yet, and Wen Qian could see vehicles coming from the direction of the ranch while on the road.

However, Wen Qian searched and found too many ranches with the same name, with no detailed information online.

She rode her motorcycle down the road, seeing a herd of white things rushing towards this direction from afar.