18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 147

hallucination, making them sluggish and unable to snap out of it for about two hours.

Mikey had brought a new contraption home-a mousetrap. This was a project that had consumed him for months. It worked similarly to an ultrasonic fish trap, emitting sound waves that stimulated the brains of the mice, tricking their nervous system into a state of Stella mused, "Like how cats are attracted to catnip?"

Exactly, Mikey's inspiration had come from catnip.

The apartment had been under a plague of mice, causing much distress. Outside, many survivors had been bitten by these rodents. Although the hospital and health departments were prepared, restoring drug production was not an easy task. Therefore, the situation remained bleak.

Mikey suggested, "Let's continue working together, to wipe out these mice."

Stella had no objections. Even though they had Cooper, he also got tired. Cooper had lost weight and was so exhausted, it snored in its sleep, dreaming of battling red-eyed mice.

The sweltering heat was a disaster for the dog, which could only cool down by panting. Excessive water consumption could also lead to water intoxication. Neither was a sight she wanted to see.

So they decided to test the mousetrap.

They opened the hallway window on the 17th floor, along with the doors and windows of the other two apartments. The mousetrap, once plugged in, emitted a faint hum.

About ten minutes later, a large-eyed mouse crawled up from the sewer.

It circled the mousetrap, squeaking, its movements gradually slowing down, its red eyes full of ecstasy. Uh, like it was high on drugs. A few minutes later, the mouse staggered and fell. More and more mice began to appear, climbing up one after another. In less than half an hour, there were over a dozen.

Cody and the others were awestruck. This was the power of technology.

The agreement was reached, the 18th floor would be responsible for catching and killing the mice full-time, the Moore family would provide the mousetraps, and both households would take turns to deliver the dead mice to the community committee for registration. The canned food obtained in exchange would be split equally.

The 18th floor was not interested in the canned food, but they were living in constant fear of the mice. They agreed to the plan in order to improve their living conditions.

taken to the 18th floor, and the doors and windows

took turns, working in

was the first. He came out every two hours to kill the hallucinating red-eyed mice and threw them into

the next morning, they had killed 106 mice. Over

was Stella's turn, she didn't have to do anything,

mice, they caught and killed over

carried a sack full of mice. They were both wearing thermal underwear, medical grade protective suits on top, masks tightly secured, and they

garbage in the water, but thanks to the efforts of the relevant departments, the

last lives, an outbreak had

people handing over mice at the community committee, but most only had a

staff learned that these were from the Sunrise Sanctuary Unit 1, they were amazed, "Are the mice in your area very rampant?

with mice. We can barely set foot

exchanged once every half month, so

sun had set and the heat had slightly dissipated. The

rafts had drastically reduced. When they encountered others, they would go around to

not breathable. When they returned to the 18th floor, their clothes were soaked. Stella went into

was low-spirited. She whispered to Jasper, "Shall we have

on the ingredients, so he had

made a lot, after crushing, they had to mix it

Dogs couldn't eat spicy food, so they mixed dog food with some goat milk and added a

to collect over 100 pounds of mice

on the lower floors started to wonder, "Why are there fewer

and the mice affected by the sound waves ran to the

also started to wonder. Red-eyed mice were ferocious, true, but as long as they were careful not to get bitten, they had a chance to

a ridiculous

enter. They didn't care

the community committee came to talk to them, they wouldn't