Chapter 46: Dark Night, Migrant

In the other windows of the surveillance video, people whose exposed skin was studded with several mosquitoes with broken mouthparts, bloodied, kept rushing out.

At first glance, one might think they were besieged by zombies.

The imagery was so bloody and impactful it made Jiang Yan nauseous.

She frowned, turned off the pad, and picked up her phone to open the only still-functioning V-Chat homeowner group.

In less than a day, there were already over 999+ messages in the group.

It seemed there were still quite a few people with power on their phones, or perhaps they had moved underground and were using the property management's emergency power supply in the shelter.

Most of the messages in the group were angry curses venting their rage, with a few seeking help or asking if any neighbors had medicine or doctors in their homes.