After they had walked for two hours, a piece of news broke online. The content was about a woman living alone, guarding a large amount of supplies.

The coordinates turned out to be my house.

This group of idiots actually posted it online.

In the comment section, there were also doubts, asking the original poster why they posted it and suspecting their intentions.

As a result, that foolish thirteenth floor owner earnestly explained to others that I disregarded family relationships and didn't care about my parents.

Living carefree with a pile of supplies, they specifically emphasized that my house is particularly sturdy, and they couldn't get in, so they posted it online, and so on.

It was a mix of truth and falsehood, and everyone believed it.

I felt a chill in my heart. It seemed like they wanted me to die even if they couldn't survive.