When the global temperature plummeted to minus 70 degrees, civilization was as brittle as thin ice in the extreme cold. The southern cities were reduced to frozen ruins. Lin Ye woke up from the looted supermarket, and his right arm was frozen together with the shelves. This was the third month of the sudden cold, and survival itself was a miracle.
Half a piece of frozen compressed biscuit was his entire food supply, and the fire ax was his only weapon. There was a faint knocking sound from the freezer area. Under the ice, a woman was curled up holding a baby. The blood droplets she coughed out condensed into ice crystals before they hit the ground, but she still protected the "still alive" baby in her arms.
"The heat source is a trap," the final broadcast neighed in the memory. But on a cold night of minus 70 degrees, staying away from the flames is equivalent to embracing the ice coffin. There are "frozen corpses" with abnormal body temperatures wandering in the subway tunnels. There are unknown knockers hidden under the ice. Some people wield butcher knives for half a box of matches. Some people build survival strongholds in the incubators of abandoned hospitals.
Lin Ye gradually discovered that the blood he shed when he tore the ice shell seemed to freeze more slowly than ordinary people. Is this body that mutated in the severe cold a curse, or the key to unlocking the global ice?
In this city where even breathing can freeze your throat and crack your throat, every step you take is filled with broken ice and bones. What they have to fight against is never the cold, but the struggle of human nature to avoid being frozen into powder under the ice - after all, the coldest thing is never the temperature, but the human heart in despair.
