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The family of three was about to set off when Lu Zhengjun suddenly paused, deep in thought. He turned to the other two and said, "The concentration of toxic gas in the streets is extremely high. If we go down like this, it won't work at all."
Upon hearing his words, Liu Huilan quickly realized that getting downstairs was not going to be easy. The density of the toxic gas was greater than that of air, causing a large amount of it to settle within ten meters of the ground. Below this height, the concentration of toxic gas had already reached lethal levels. If they took no protective measures and just went down, they would likely be poisoned before even reaching Lu Xiaoran's place.
Earlier, in their excitement, they hadn't thought through this issue carefully. Now that they were calm, it was clear that this was indeed a difficult problem to tackle.
"I saw a video on my phone about making a simple gas mask. Let me find it again," Lu Zhengjun said as he picked up his phone and anxiously searched for information on gas masks.
Before long, he found the video he had seen earlier. Following the instructions in the video, Lu Zhengjun gathered three large soda bottles. He then rummaged through his belongings to find the activated carbon he had bought during last year's renovations. At that time, he had intended to use it to eliminate formaldehyde from the house, but since he had purchased too much, several bags had been left over.
Lu Zhengjun wrapped the activated carbon in paper and secured it at the bottle's opening. He then cut a large hole in one of the soda bottles as shown in the video. Soon enough, a makeshift gas mask was successfully created. Although this homemade mask couldn't compare to a real gas mask, it would still provide some protection for a short period.
After all, they only needed it for the journey; once they reached Lu Xiaoran's place, they could simply discard the masks.
After completing one mask, Lu Zhengjun repeated the process with the other two soda bottles to make two more identical masks. "The distance to his place isn't far; wearing these should be fine," he said as he put on one of the gas masks and handed the other two to Liu Huilan and Lu Zihau.
Once both of them had their masks on, the three of them went to the wardrobe and pulled out several long-sleeved cotton jackets along with gloves and scarves to wrap themselves up. This was done to prevent their skin from being corroded by the high concentration of toxic gas.
When everything was ready, they hurriedly made their way downstairs and got into Lu Zhengjun's car, driving swiftly towards Dragon Ridge Mountain.
At that moment, Lu Xiaoran in the safe house had already opened the surveillance video on his phone. He couldn't help but wonder what expressions those people would have when they realized he wouldn't open the door for them. Ha ha.
A smile crept across Lu Xiaoran's face, and he felt genuinely pleased. He had heard a saying before: when someone is trapped in despair for a long time, they become numb, and the feeling of hopelessness doesn't seem as strong anymore.
At that moment, if you give that person a glimmer of hope, telling them that you can help them escape their suffering, and then, just as they approach, you kick them away and snuff out the hope you just offered, the despair that follows would be multiplied many times over.
Lu Xiaoran couldn't wait to see the look of despair on their faces.
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