My Uncle and Boyfriend are Both Villains

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Loren Mercury, April 29, 3015, 7 p.m.

There are signs of a slight darkening, but the direct light is still strong, mixed with the hot wind blowing from time to time.

Ruan Qiu hugged the iron box in his arms, covered his mouth and nose with his collar, and bowed his head to walk quickly in the sand.

The surroundings were extremely desolate. The remains of dilapidated houses and boulders of various shapes stood on the loess. Except for Ruan Qiu, there was no second figure.

It is like a doomsday monument that has been abandoned for a long time, with sporadic weeds struggling to rise from the cracks in the stone.

When he arrived at the large area of broken wall in front of him, Ruan Qiu slowed down, carefully identified the marks he left nearby, and walked all the way in.

He came somewhere inside, bent down to grope for the ground, and raised an alloy hidden door.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the collar he stood up was blown off, revealing his delicate and delicate facial features, and his cheeks were red with sultry.

The heavy secret door was opened, and Ruan Qiu carefully stepped on the stone steps at the entrance and walked in.

"Bun--"

The dark door closed, and the sound woke up the induction lamp, illuminating the small stone room where Ruan Qiu was.

It's like a temporary cellar. The walls are rough and simple, and a few old wires are connected from nowhere. The egg-sized light bulb flashed a few times, emitting a dim yellow light.

There is a short and small stone table in the corner. When Ruan Qiu passed by, the radio on the stone table automatically turned on.

"Shh...sss, the climate broadcast at night, there is wind and no clouds, and the air quality is poor..."

Ruan Qiu put down the iron box he had hugged all the way and opened the lid. There were a few unknown fruits stained with soil, which looked a bit like potatoes wrapped in onion skin.

"... The meteorite storm is expected to come tomorrow night, which may be accompanied by a small meteorite rain. All residents must be protected when they go out..."

There was a water pipe next to the stone table. Ruan Qiu washed the fruit with water, tore open the skin and took a small bite.

The taste was very ordinary, and there was a strange astringent smell. He wrinkled his nose and stopped eating after a bite. He squeezed the fruit and leaned against the stone table in a quiet daze. His thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face.

The radio continues to broadcast the weather, and the mechanical female voice is sometimes clear, sometimes intermittently blurred.

Perhaps because the meteorite storm was coming, and the radio was too old, and the signal was getting worse and worse. Ruan Qiu tried to change the channel, but he still heard a vague mechanical female voice.

He had to give up and got up with a thin wooden stick, poking out the sand stuffed in the skylight, leaving a gap for air circulation.

Although the stone room is small, the things are barely complete. There is water and electricity, and there is a compartment as a bathroom. On the other side of the corner, there is a bed made of cotton wool and rags, and there are several neat clothes at the end of the bed.

There is also a dilapidated wooden cabinet in the corner and a square glass water tank one meter high.

Three months ago, Ruan Qiu woke up in this water tank.