Chapter 13
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In the early hours of the morning, Song Fei wakes up in the snoring of Zhou Tongyi and Qiao Siqi. The two snore in the opposite way, one short and powerful, the other long and long, interwoven, as if the shepherd boy's flute attracted the cattle to rise, full of ancient flavor.
He touched the mobile phone next to the pillow to see the time. Unexpectedly, as soon as his arm stretched out the quilt, the cold air, which had been planned for a long time, caught the time and rushed in.
Song Fei shivered under the quilt, and the cold light of the mobile phone screen lit up his red nose.
Beijing time, five o'clock.
It was still dark outside, and there was no sign of daylight. Song Fei was very glad that he failed in the first choice of college entrance examination. It was a university located in the three eastern provinces. It is said that every November, the instructor can take the students to do ice sculpture on the playground.
"Awake?" Qi Yan's low voice came from his ear.
They were sleeping head to head in bed next to each other, but they were very close.
"Well."
Song Fei put down his mobile phone, the dazzling white light disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be at peace.
Soft and quiet.
Since the outbreak of the corpse tide, Song Fei can't remember such a moment when there was no strange howling of the wind into the door, no heavy steps of the mutator swinging in the corridor, just like god suddenly pressed the pause button, and let the only perceptible he and Qi Yan steal a moment of peace.
"What do you think?" Qi Yan asked.
In fact, Song Fei didn't think about anything, but Qi Yan asked, he always had to rummage to find out some: "I'm thinking, if it didn't happen, I should be peeping at the screen in the group to figure out who would like to have Christmas."
"Who do you like in the group?" Qi Yan's voice is very natural, just like chatting with friends.
Song Fei tried his best to recall the hard photos of his friends in the group, passing in front of him like lanterns one by one. He couldn't help but be fascinated: "the Deng Jian in the Department of physical education is just amazing, the muscles, the lines..."
Qi Yan: "he pretended to be a straight man and made GF."
Song Fei: "Li Zhaoxi of the Economic Management Institute, once he wears the gold rimmed glasses, he is quite abstinent..."
Qi Yan: "he and his college just recruited to teach finance this year to engage in teacher-student relationship."
Song Fei: "Wu Zilang of the University of Chemistry..."
Qi Yan: "Niang."
Song Fei: "Guan Xiaochen of Computer Institute..."
Qi Yan: "cannon king."
Song Fei: "Jiao Bo of the Academy of health..."
Qi Yan: "chasing me."
Song Fei: "didn't you say you blocked the group?"
Qi Yan: "after returning to single, it started again."
Song Fei Get up
Since ancient times, happy time is like a fleeting moment, shepherd boy and cattle suddenly sit up, look around, face muddled force.
"What's the matter?" For the first two days, josch had been in the chaos between the movie and the reality. Whether he was flustered or afraid, he had no sense of reality, and even had a little bit of excitement occasionally. But from yesterday when he saw his classmates fighting each other, to the serial dance at night, he can no longer regard what happened in front of him as a game or a movie. This is the cold reality. He may play over at any time, and he will never have a chance to do it again.
It's said that thinking carefully is extremely frightening. Now josch is in the state of thinking while fearing.
In contrast, Zhou is more calm. Looking out of the window, and then looking at Song Fei, he is puzzled: "what the hell is it?"
Song feiduo jumped down from the bed and covered himself with a long black down jacket. He finally felt a little warm: "the plan of the day is in the morning."
It was also said that it was in the morning, not in the early morning.
At six o'clock, the dormitory called.
Josch took a thermos of cold water, put the hot water in, turned on the electricity, and while waiting for the water to boil, he sighed, "I'm the only one who can live so carefully in the last days."
Bring the hot water to a boil, brush your teeth and wash your face. After that, the four early birds divided the only instant noodles. No one dares to touch the apple, for fear that it will be useless after breakfast.
After filling the stomach, the only grain reserve is half a box of chocolate and a bag of shrimp slices.
Zhou Junyi looked at the huge chocolate gift box and the exquisite contents that could be counted with one hand, and felt a special pity: "anyway, it's all about eating chocolate. It's good to store some Snickers. What's the use of buying these fancy ones."
Song Fei sighed helplessly: "brother, people don't buy it for themselves, they are going to give it to their sister."
"Who is it?" Zhou Junyi looked at the chocolate and the musical instruments on the wall. He didn't know how to connect them. "The guitar player?"
Zhou Tongyi's guess surprised Song Fei, but on second thought, learning guitar or chocolate is all about seducing girls. The motives are exactly the same, so it's not hard to guess. From freshman to sophomore, Ren Zhe, the most thirsty student in 440, almost recognized half a girl in the history institute as a sister, but he didn't get a girlfriend.
In reviewing his roommate's tragic love, Song Fei feels pure happiness and naturally raises his mouth.It's just that the joy is too short.
As soon as he raised his mouth, he immediately put it down, followed by the panic he had been suppressing these days.
For several days, Song Fei has been forcing himself not to think about Wang Qingyuan, Xiangyang and Ren Zhe, who are his closest friends in this school. If something happens to them, Song Fei feels that he can't bear it. So as long as he thought uncontrollably, he immediately told himself that the three of them must be safe in the library now and try to survive in a desperate situation like himself.
The shoulder was suddenly patted twice.
Song Fei turns back and looks at Qi Yan's gentle face.
"You're all alive. They must be OK."
Song Fei knows that Qi Yan wants to comfort himself, but he really doesn't want to appreciate it at all.
When there is a ray of light in the sky, four hot-blooded men who are ready to fight gather in front of Zhou Tongyi's Masterpiece -- the plan of fenduoduo supermarket.
"This is the front door, the sales area comes in, there is an administrative office and staff lounge in the back, and the storage area and the back door are in the innermost part." The picture drawn on Monday's painting is rather sketchy, but he explained it clearly.
Song Fei's understanding of fenduoduo is the front door, shelf and cash register. He didn't know that there was so much inside.
"The sales area is full of zombies. If you go in, you'll die," josch saw clearly when he ran back to the dormitory. "Why don't we go straight into the warehouse through the back door?"
"The warehouse may not be safe," Zhou shook his head. "And I'm mainly worried that the back door may not be open. If we run to it and find that it's not open, then we'll be more passive."
Song Fei understood: "it's better to go in directly through the open front door and shut the door and beat the dog!"
Zhou all nodded.
Josch sounded like a fable: "it's full of zombies. Who's going to beat who's going to shut the door?"
Qi Yan asked: "how to close the door?"
"The supermarket uses the floor spring door. There is no bolt, only the floor lock. But we don't have a key. We can't lock it. We can only use something to hold the stainless steel handle from the inside. "
Can't Song Fei cut in and asked, "is it tied?"
Zhou Tongyi: "of course, it's better. Mops and brooms are easy to break."
Song Fei trots to his thermos, takes out the bicycle chain from the back of the thermos, raises his hand and shakes it: "what about this?"
Zhou Tongyi and Qi Yan look at each other face to face -
"perfect."
Josch felt that his three brothers were dreaming: "can you wake up and close the door to block the zombies outside, but we'll lock them with the zombies inside, and then what? Take ShaQima on the shelf and threaten them not to act rashly? "
Song Fei glanced at him: "do you have a better way?"
Josch said no. If there are only zombies in the supermarket, you can also find a leg to make a bait to lure the zombies out, and then take the lead to return to the already safe supermarket in the follow-up running of the greedy snake formation. Once the door is locked, it will be done. But now there are zombies inside and outside the supermarket. If the bait runs all over the world, it's too long to live.
The kettle has turned over.
Song Fei came over and took out the hot fast power cut-off, and finally patted him on the shoulder: "John, if we can't even deal with a supermarket mutant, there may be a school, a city, or even a world behind us, how dare you think about it?"
"You've taken me long enough," said josch, taking Sophie's paw off his shoulder. "And I'm Johns."
No more than ten minutes before and after the battle plan, 440 fell into an awkward silence. As the youth of the motherland who grew up under the red flag in the spring breeze, they can learn from Lei Feng, afforest and plant trees, express sympathy for the orphans and widows, and sweep the graves of heroes. There are a hundred ways to make the red scarf on their chest more colorful, but it certainly does not include group fights.
Since I was a child, the teacher has been telling me that you can be BB, don't do it.
"Forget it, let it be," he said. "I'll make a scabbard and don't hurt myself."
If a worker wants to do a good job, he must sharpen his tools first.
Qi Yan: "I'll sharpen my knife."
Josch: "I'll study my knife again. NIMA has too many functions. It's dazzling."
Song Fei: "I'll go Fan
In the twinkling of an eye, it's 7:30, the night goes back and the day comes out.
Very satisfied with his scabbard wrapped with several textbook covers and adhesive tape, Zhou Tongyi pulled out his knife with a click, feeling the wind and lightning, and asked Song Fei, who was leaning against the fan on the balcony door: "what's the weather like, is it suitable to highlight the encirclement?"
Song Fei huala put away the fan, bearing like Emperor Qianlong, nodded to his partner: "quite suitable."
On Monday, Lu Xingchong stood up and wanted to open the door to the balcony to absorb the first ray of sunlight in the morning.
But as soon as his hand touched the doorframe, he winced.
Outside, there are clouds and mists, and the air of immortals is flowing.
The fourth day of zombie siege, haze.
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In the early hours of the morning, Song Fei wakes up in the snoring of Zhou Tongyi and Qiao Siqi. The two snore in the opposite way, one short and powerful, the other long and long, interwoven, as if the shepherd boy's flute attracted the cattle to rise, full of ancient flavor.
He touched the mobile phone next to the pillow to see the time. Unexpectedly, as soon as his arm stretched out the quilt, the cold air, which had been planned for a long time, caught the time and rushed in.
Song Fei shivered under the quilt, and the cold light of the mobile phone screen lit up his red nose.
Beijing time, five o'clock.
It was still dark outside, and there was no sign of daylight. Song Fei was very glad that he failed in the first choice of college entrance examination. It was a university located in the three eastern provinces. It is said that every November, the instructor can take the students to do ice sculpture on the playground.
"Awake?" Qi Yan's low voice came from his ear.
They were sleeping head to head in bed next to each other, but they were very close.
"Well."
Song Fei put down his mobile phone, the dazzling white light disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be at peace.
Soft and quiet.
Since the outbreak of the corpse tide, Song Fei can't remember such a moment when there was no strange howling of the wind into the door, no heavy steps of the mutator swinging in the corridor, just like god suddenly pressed the pause button, and let the only perceptible he and Qi Yan steal a moment of peace.
"What do you think?" Qi Yan asked.
In fact, Song Fei didn't think about anything, but Qi Yan asked, he always had to rummage to find out some: "I'm thinking, if it didn't happen, I should be peeping at the screen in the group to figure out who would like to have Christmas."
"Who do you like in the group?" Qi Yan's voice is very natural, just like chatting with friends.
Song Fei tried his best to recall the hard photos of his friends in the group, passing in front of him like lanterns one by one. He couldn't help but be fascinated: "the Deng Jian in the Department of physical education is just amazing, the muscles, the lines..."
Qi Yan: "he pretended to be a straight man and made GF."
Song Fei: "Li Zhaoxi of the Economic Management Institute, once he wears the gold rimmed glasses, he is quite abstinent..."
Qi Yan: "he and his college just recruited to teach finance this year to engage in teacher-student relationship."
Song Fei: "Wu Zilang of the University of Chemistry..."
Qi Yan: "Niang."
Song Fei: "Guan Xiaochen of Computer Institute..."
Qi Yan: "cannon king."
Song Fei: "Jiao Bo of the Academy of health..."
Qi Yan: "chasing me."
Song Fei: "didn't you say you blocked the group?"
Qi Yan: "after returning to single, it started again."
Song Fei Get up
Since ancient times, happy time is like a fleeting moment, shepherd boy and cattle suddenly sit up, look around, face muddled force.
"What's the matter?" For the first two days, josch had been in the chaos between the movie and the reality. Whether he was flustered or afraid, he had no sense of reality, and even had a little bit of excitement occasionally. But from yesterday when he saw his classmates fighting each other, to the serial dance at night, he can no longer regard what happened in front of him as a game or a movie. This is the cold reality. He may play over at any time, and he will never have a chance to do it again.
It's said that thinking carefully is extremely frightening. Now josch is in the state of thinking while fearing.
In contrast, Zhou is more calm. Looking out of the window, and then looking at Song Fei, he is puzzled: "what the hell is it?"
Song feiduo jumped down from the bed and covered himself with a long black down jacket. He finally felt a little warm: "the plan of the day is in the morning."
It was also said that it was in the morning, not in the early morning.
At six o'clock, the dormitory called.
Josch took a thermos of cold water, put the hot water in, turned on the electricity, and while waiting for the water to boil, he sighed, "I'm the only one who can live so carefully in the last days."
Bring the hot water to a boil, brush your teeth and wash your face. After that, the four early birds divided the only instant noodles. No one dares to touch the apple, for fear that it will be useless after breakfast.
After filling the stomach, the only grain reserve is half a box of chocolate and a bag of shrimp slices.
Zhou Junyi looked at the huge chocolate gift box and the exquisite contents that could be counted with one hand, and felt a special pity: "anyway, it's all about eating chocolate. It's good to store some Snickers. What's the use of buying these fancy ones."
Song Fei sighed helplessly: "brother, people don't buy it for themselves, they are going to give it to their sister."
"Who is it?" Zhou Junyi looked at the chocolate and the musical instruments on the wall. He didn't know how to connect them. "The guitar player?"
Zhou Tongyi's guess surprised Song Fei, but on second thought, learning guitar or chocolate is all about seducing girls. The motives are exactly the same, so it's not hard to guess. From freshman to sophomore, Ren Zhe, the most thirsty student in 440, almost recognized half a girl in the history institute as a sister, but he didn't get a girlfriend.
In reviewing his roommate's tragic love, Song Fei feels pure happiness and naturally raises his mouth.It's just that the joy is too short.
As soon as he raised his mouth, he immediately put it down, followed by the panic he had been suppressing these days.
For several days, Song Fei has been forcing himself not to think about Wang Qingyuan, Xiangyang and Ren Zhe, who are his closest friends in this school. If something happens to them, Song Fei feels that he can't bear it. So as long as he thought uncontrollably, he immediately told himself that the three of them must be safe in the library now and try to survive in a desperate situation like himself.
The shoulder was suddenly patted twice.
Song Fei turns back and looks at Qi Yan's gentle face.
"You're all alive. They must be OK."
Song Fei knows that Qi Yan wants to comfort himself, but he really doesn't want to appreciate it at all.
When there is a ray of light in the sky, four hot-blooded men who are ready to fight gather in front of Zhou Tongyi's Masterpiece -- the plan of fenduoduo supermarket.
"This is the front door, the sales area comes in, there is an administrative office and staff lounge in the back, and the storage area and the back door are in the innermost part." The picture drawn on Monday's painting is rather sketchy, but he explained it clearly.
Song Fei's understanding of fenduoduo is the front door, shelf and cash register. He didn't know that there was so much inside.
"The sales area is full of zombies. If you go in, you'll die," josch saw clearly when he ran back to the dormitory. "Why don't we go straight into the warehouse through the back door?"
"The warehouse may not be safe," Zhou shook his head. "And I'm mainly worried that the back door may not be open. If we run to it and find that it's not open, then we'll be more passive."
Song Fei understood: "it's better to go in directly through the open front door and shut the door and beat the dog!"
Zhou all nodded.
Josch sounded like a fable: "it's full of zombies. Who's going to beat who's going to shut the door?"
Qi Yan asked: "how to close the door?"
"The supermarket uses the floor spring door. There is no bolt, only the floor lock. But we don't have a key. We can't lock it. We can only use something to hold the stainless steel handle from the inside. "
Can't Song Fei cut in and asked, "is it tied?"
Zhou Tongyi: "of course, it's better. Mops and brooms are easy to break."
Song Fei trots to his thermos, takes out the bicycle chain from the back of the thermos, raises his hand and shakes it: "what about this?"
Zhou Tongyi and Qi Yan look at each other face to face -
"perfect."
Josch felt that his three brothers were dreaming: "can you wake up and close the door to block the zombies outside, but we'll lock them with the zombies inside, and then what? Take ShaQima on the shelf and threaten them not to act rashly? "
Song Fei glanced at him: "do you have a better way?"
Josch said no. If there are only zombies in the supermarket, you can also find a leg to make a bait to lure the zombies out, and then take the lead to return to the already safe supermarket in the follow-up running of the greedy snake formation. Once the door is locked, it will be done. But now there are zombies inside and outside the supermarket. If the bait runs all over the world, it's too long to live.
The kettle has turned over.
Song Fei came over and took out the hot fast power cut-off, and finally patted him on the shoulder: "John, if we can't even deal with a supermarket mutant, there may be a school, a city, or even a world behind us, how dare you think about it?"
"You've taken me long enough," said josch, taking Sophie's paw off his shoulder. "And I'm Johns."
No more than ten minutes before and after the battle plan, 440 fell into an awkward silence. As the youth of the motherland who grew up under the red flag in the spring breeze, they can learn from Lei Feng, afforest and plant trees, express sympathy for the orphans and widows, and sweep the graves of heroes. There are a hundred ways to make the red scarf on their chest more colorful, but it certainly does not include group fights.
Since I was a child, the teacher has been telling me that you can be BB, don't do it.
"Forget it, let it be," he said. "I'll make a scabbard and don't hurt myself."
If a worker wants to do a good job, he must sharpen his tools first.
Qi Yan: "I'll sharpen my knife."
Josch: "I'll study my knife again. NIMA has too many functions. It's dazzling."
Song Fei: "I'll go Fan
In the twinkling of an eye, it's 7:30, the night goes back and the day comes out.
Very satisfied with his scabbard wrapped with several textbook covers and adhesive tape, Zhou Tongyi pulled out his knife with a click, feeling the wind and lightning, and asked Song Fei, who was leaning against the fan on the balcony door: "what's the weather like, is it suitable to highlight the encirclement?"
Song Fei huala put away the fan, bearing like Emperor Qianlong, nodded to his partner: "quite suitable."
On Monday, Lu Xingchong stood up and wanted to open the door to the balcony to absorb the first ray of sunlight in the morning.
But as soon as his hand touched the doorframe, he winced.
Outside, there are clouds and mists, and the air of immortals is flowing.
The fourth day of zombie siege, haze.
In the early hours of the morning, Song Fei wakes up in the snoring of Zhou Tongyi and Qiao Siqi. The two snore in the opposite way, one short and powerful, the other long and long, interwoven, as if the shepherd boy's flute attracted the cattle to rise, full of ancient flavor. He touched the mobile phone next to the pillow to see the time. Unexpectedly, as soon as his arm stretched out the quilt, the cold air, which had been planned for a long time, caught the time and rushed in. Song Fei shivered under the quilt, and the cold light of the mobile phone screen lit up his red nose. Beijing time, five o'clock. It was still dark outside, and there was no sign of daylight. Song Fei was very glad that he failed in the first choice of college entrance examination. It was a university located in the three eastern provinces. It is said that every November, the instructor can take the students to do ice sculpture on the playground. "Awake?" Qi Yan's low voice came from his ear. They were sleeping head to head in bed next to each other, but they were very close. "Well." Song Fei put down his mobile phone, the dazzling white light disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be at peace. Soft and quiet. Since the outbreak of the corpse tide, Song Fei can't remember such a moment when there was no strange howling of the wind into the door, no heavy steps of the mutator swinging in the corridor, just like god suddenly pressed the pause button, and let the only perceptible he and Qi Yan steal a moment of peace. "What do you think?" Qi Yan asked. In fact, Song Fei didn't think about anything, but Qi Yan asked, he always had to rummage to find out some: "I'm thinking, if it didn't happen, I should be peeping at the screen in the group to figure out who would like to have Christmas." "Who do you like in the group?" Qi Yan's voice is very natural, just like chatting with friends. Song Fei tried his best to recall the hard photos of his friends in the group, passing in front of him like lanterns one by one. He couldn't help but be fascinated: "the Deng Jian in the Department of physical education is just amazing, the muscles, the lines..." Qi Yan: "he pretended to be a straight man and made GF." Song Fei: "Li Zhaoxi of the Economic Management Institute, once he wears the gold rimmed glasses, he is quite abstinent..." Qi Yan: "he and his college just recruited to teach finance this year to engage in teacher-student relationship." Song Fei: "Wu Zilang of the University of Chemistry..." Qi Yan: "Niang." Song Fei: "Guan Xiaochen of Computer Institute..." Qi Yan: "cannon king." Song Fei: "Jiao Bo of the Academy of health..." Qi Yan: "chasing me." Song Fei: "didn't you say you blocked the group?" Qi Yan: "after returning to single, it started again." Song Fei Get up Since ancient times, happy time is like a fleeting moment, shepherd boy and cattle suddenly sit up, look around, face muddled force. "What's the matter?" For the first two days, josch had been in the chaos between the movie and the reality. Whether he was flustered or afraid, he had no sense of reality, and even had a little bit of excitement occasionally. But from yesterday when he saw his classmates fighting each other, to the serial dance at night, he can no longer regard what happened in front of him as a game or a movie. This is the cold reality. He may play over at any time, and he will never have a chance to do it again. It's said that thinking carefully is extremely frightening. Now josch is in the state of thinking while fearing. In contrast, Zhou is more calm. Looking out of the window, and then looking at Song Fei, he is puzzled: "what the hell is it?" Song feiduo jumped down from the bed and covered himself with a long black down jacket. He finally felt a little warm: "the plan of the day is in the morning." It was also said that it was in the morning, not in the early morning. At six o'clock, the dormitory called. Josch took a thermos of cold water, put the hot water in, turned on the electricity, and while waiting for the water to boil, he sighed, "I'm the only one who can live so carefully in the last days." Bring the hot water to a boil, brush your teeth and wash your face. After that, the four early birds divided the only instant noodles. No one dares to touch the apple, for fear that it will be useless after breakfast. After filling the stomach, the only grain reserve is half a box of chocolate and a bag of shrimp slices. Zhou Junyi looked at the huge chocolate gift box and the exquisite contents that could be counted with one hand, and felt a special pity: "anyway, it's all about eating chocolate. It's good to store some Snickers. What's the use of buying these fancy ones." Song Fei sighed helplessly: "brother, people don't buy it for themselves, they are going to give it to their sister." "Who is it?" Zhou Junyi looked at the chocolate and the musical instruments on the wall. He didn't know how to connect them. "The guitar player?" Zhou Tongyi's guess surprised Song Fei, but on second thought, learning guitar or chocolate is all about seducing girls. The motives are exactly the same, so it's not hard to guess. From freshman to sophomore, Ren Zhe, the most thirsty student in 440, almost recognized half a girl in the history institute as a sister, but he didn't get a girlfriend. In reviewing his roommate's tragic love, Song Fei feels pure happiness and naturally raises his mouth.It's just that the joy is too short. As soon as he raised his mouth, he immediately put it down, followed by the panic he had been suppressing these days. For several days, Song Fei has been forcing himself not to think about Wang Qingyuan, Xiangyang and Ren Zhe, who are his closest friends in this school. If something happens to them, Song Fei feels that he can't bear it. So as long as he thought uncontrollably, he immediately told himself that the three of them must be safe in the library now and try to survive in a desperate situation like himself. The shoulder was suddenly patted twice. Song Fei turns back and looks at Qi Yan's gentle face. "You're all alive. They must be OK." Song Fei knows that Qi Yan wants to comfort himself, but he really doesn't want to appreciate it at all. When there is a ray of light in the sky, four hot-blooded men who are ready to fight gather in front of Zhou Tongyi's Masterpiece -- the plan of fenduoduo supermarket. "This is the front door, the sales area comes in, there is an administrative office and staff lounge in the back, and the storage area and the back door are in the innermost part." The picture drawn on Monday's painting is rather sketchy, but he explained it clearly. Song Fei's understanding of fenduoduo is the front door, shelf and cash register. He didn't know that there was so much inside. "The sales area is full of zombies. If you go in, you'll die," josch saw clearly when he ran back to the dormitory. "Why don't we go straight into the warehouse through the back door?" "The warehouse may not be safe," Zhou shook his head. "And I'm mainly worried that the back door may not be open. If we run to it and find that it's not open, then we'll be more passive." Song Fei understood: "it's better to go in directly through the open front door and shut the door and beat the dog!" Zhou all nodded. Josch sounded like a fable: "it's full of zombies. Who's going to beat who's going to shut the door?" Qi Yan asked: "how to close the door?" "The supermarket uses the floor spring door. There is no bolt, only the floor lock. But we don't have a key. We can't lock it. We can only use something to hold the stainless steel handle from the inside. " Can't Song Fei cut in and asked, "is it tied?" Zhou Tongyi: "of course, it's better. Mops and brooms are easy to break." Song Fei trots to his thermos, takes out the bicycle chain from the back of the thermos, raises his hand and shakes it: "what about this?" Zhou Tongyi and Qi Yan look at each other face to face - "perfect." Josch felt that his three brothers were dreaming: "can you wake up and close the door to block the zombies outside, but we'll lock them with the zombies inside, and then what? Take ShaQima on the shelf and threaten them not to act rashly? " Song Fei glanced at him: "do you have a better way?" Josch said no. If there are only zombies in the supermarket, you can also find a leg to make a bait to lure the zombies out, and then take the lead to return to the already safe supermarket in the follow-up running of the greedy snake formation. Once the door is locked, it will be done. But now there are zombies inside and outside the supermarket. If the bait runs all over the world, it's too long to live. The kettle has turned over. Song Fei came over and took out the hot fast power cut-off, and finally patted him on the shoulder: "John, if we can't even deal with a supermarket mutant, there may be a school, a city, or even a world behind us, how dare you think about it?" "You've taken me long enough," said josch, taking Sophie's paw off his shoulder. "And I'm Johns." No more than ten minutes before and after the battle plan, 440 fell into an awkward silence. As the youth of the motherland who grew up under the red flag in the spring breeze, they can learn from Lei Feng, afforest and plant trees, express sympathy for the orphans and widows, and sweep the graves of heroes. There are a hundred ways to make the red scarf on their chest more colorful, but it certainly does not include group fights. Since I was a child, the teacher has been telling me that you can be BB, don't do it. "Forget it, let it be," he said. "I'll make a scabbard and don't hurt myself." If a worker wants to do a good job, he must sharpen his tools first. Qi Yan: "I'll sharpen my knife." Josch: "I'll study my knife again. NIMA has too many functions. It's dazzling." Song Fei: "I'll go Fan In the twinkling of an eye, it's 7:30, the night goes back and the day comes out. Very satisfied with his scabbard wrapped with several textbook covers and adhesive tape, Zhou Tongyi pulled out his knife with a click, feeling the wind and lightning, and asked Song Fei, who was leaning against the fan on the balcony door: "what's the weather like, is it suitable to highlight the encirclement?" Song Fei huala put away the fan, bearing like Emperor Qianlong, nodded to his partner: "quite suitable." On Monday, Lu Xingchong stood up and wanted to open the door to the balcony to absorb the first ray of sunlight in the morning. But as soon as his hand touched the doorframe, he winced. Outside, there are clouds and mists, and the air of immortals is flowing. The fourth day of zombie siege, haze.
