Chapter 60
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Above the sixth floor, the seventh floor is not full, stuck in the half way elevator car.
Song Fei is sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of the box. He knows he Zhiwen is opposite him, in the same posture, but he can't see anything unless his mobile phone lights up.
Two minutes ago, the emergency light went out. According to he Zhiwen, it depends on the battery, which can support 20 to 30 minutes at most, and the mobile phone time clearly shows that 27 minutes have passed since it was trapped in the power failure.
There is no emergency light in the car, only endless darkness is left, which is the kind of thorough, almost able to close off people's senses. Song Fei even had to blink his eyelids every other moment to make sure he was open.
"We can't get out." He Zhiwen shrank in the corner and felt so close to death for the first time.
This kind of depression and despair is not sudden, but with the passage of time, a little bit of accumulation, from light to heavy, and finally almost suffocated.
Song Fei said: "Qi Yan will come."
In the past half an hour, apart from several attempts to break the door, they had just two conversations. Rao Shi's good-natured He Zhi's questions were also irritated and irritable.
"Who gives you confidence? It's early to come. Up to now, there's no movement. Either I'm running or I'm looking for the radio. I'm ready to run after I've found it. Anyway, we've confirmed the location of the office several times in advance. We can touch it with our eyes closed. "
"No way." Song Fei is not excited, and his tone is even light. He can press his hand on the ground but unconsciously clench it.
"Nothing is absolute. In this case, if you and I were outside, we would not be able to come back to save people. " He Zhiwen sighed, trying to calm his emotions and let Song Fei accept the reality. "First of all, he didn't know which floor our elevator was parked on. Would he have to look for it layer by layer? Second, if he's really looking for us now, why can't he hear anything? He wants to make sure that we're in there. Don't we have to shout and clap, just by thinking? "
"As you said, he might go to the radio first."
"I'm talking about running after the search."
"Come and save us when you're done."
“……” He Zhiwen surrendered. He didn't bother to talk to Song Fei.
Although he can't see his face, Song Fei knows he Zhiwen is very angry. In fact, if there are other friends outside now, he may have no bottom. But that's Qi Yan, who can climb up the balcony of the fourth floor dormitory to find him at the risk of being bitten by zombies or even falling off the building by hand. He has refused to make a compound request twice in a row Er, yes, it has been rejected twice.
Nima now regrets whether it's too late or not!!!
As the saying goes, one more two no more three.
After that, Qi Yan didn't seem to mention the meaning of compound any more. Now, will he really risk his life to save his ex boyfriend who doesn't know which floor he is stuck in?
He Zhiwen's silence is that he doesn't want to be vomited by people in the last stage of his life, but Song Fei doesn't take advantage of the victory. Instead, he is silent, which makes him a little uneasy.
He did not know that Song Fei in the dark had completed a series of psychological changes, such as violent hair plucking, silent shouting, Yuan Shen beating his chest and feet, and now he was leaning in the dark, watching the little flame of hope in the fantasy gradually vanish.
"Hey, why don't you talk?" He Zhiwen shakes his mobile phone uneasily, almost scared by the dead face, "what's your expression? It won't be where you were bitten before. Are you ready to mutate now?"
Looking at his comrades in arms in the dim light, Song Fei held the last hope and asked, "if, I mean, if you have a good friend, you two have a very good relationship, and then one day you break up with him. He didn't want to break up with each other. He asked for reconciliation again and again, but you didn't agree. He also slapped each other in the face. When you meet danger one day, do you think this friend will do anything for you? "
He Zhiwen quickly digested the story and finally shook his head: "if it doesn't work, I won't treat my good friend so badly."
“……” Song Fei swallowed a saliva, difficult way, "if, I am that if?"
He Zhiwen was stunned and said sincerely for a long time: "your friend didn't take advantage of your illness to kill you. That's true love."
Song Fei completely decayed, like a balloon. Even he Zhiwen, who has a good character, says so. He is as arrogant as Qi Yan. Maybe he won't look back.
I think so. Rushing to the 12th floor to find the radio and retreating, it's already a hell of a lifetime. The madman will search for his ex boyfriend and his brother's classmates who just met for a few days.
Five hours later.
Song Fei couldn't tell whether he was asleep or awake. His eyelids were heavy and tired, but he was conscious, even mentally. The two extremely contradictory states make the passage of time extremely painful.
"What time is it?" The voice of comrades in arms suddenly rang out in the dark.
After all, in this closed dark environment, sleeping is a relief.
Restart, long lost light let Song Fei squint, a long time to see: "zero over five.""It's a new day." The feeble voice could not hear the joy of welcoming the new.
The phone still has 70% power left.
Although the strength of domestic aircraft in terms of endurance is obvious to all, but still reluctant to use too fast. After watching the time, he subconsciously wanted to turn off the phone again, but he was so moved that he ordered the album and went down until the photo of him and Qi Yan came into view.
Song Fei carefully opens the photo. Two people on the screen, one grinning and the other frowning, are holding the frowning neck with a smirk. The frowning people seem to want to hide, but they are forced to leave a youthful image.
This is the only picture of him and Qi Yan in Song Fei's mobile phone.
That guy doesn't like to take photos, not to mention the privacy photos. Every time you see someone who has a pornographic picture or a small movie on the Internet, you should catch him to study safety together, raise awareness and take precautions. But the more you don't let me do it, the more I want to do it. So in the journey of intimate selfie, he won such a success.
Qi Yan had taken advantage of his inattention to secretly delete this photo, but he had already prepared a copy, so Qi Yan deleted the front foot and made a mobile desktop with a group photo. Qi Yan almost hurt himself, and finally realized that he would rather be a gentleman than a villain. He repeatedly ordered that he should not be allowed to make a desktop. After the screen saver was not allowed to show off to a third person, he tacitly allowed him to exist in his mobile phone.
Song Fei thought more than once that he was in love with a third party, as if the whole world was a main room that needed to be avoided.
"Are you all right?" He Zhiwen didn't want to talk about it at first, but the face reflected in the light of the mobile phone screen seemed to cry, a bit creepy, "I know I may not be the ideal companion of huangquan Road, but who let me catch up? I'm stuck with you, and it's too late to change people."
Song Fei was amused by He Zhi's question, but he thought it was incredible: "before you had a bitter face, how come you wanted to open up now?"
"If you want to die crying, or if you want to die happy, then be happy," he Zhiwen thought about the bright future, "so that when our bodies are found, it won't be too ugly."
"It's all dead. Do you expect to be a flower?"
"At least don't scare people."
"Two grinning corpses are more terrible, OK?"
The fun brought by the brief bickering is like a soap bubble. As the two people calm down again, it breaks and disappears.
Song Fei looked at the photos for a long time.
That one, from left to right, from right to left, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, looked over and over. Without exception, to see the last eyes will fall on that depressed face. He also can't say what mood he is. In a word, if he just looks at it, the whole person will calm down strangely.
Just like in the past, every time he died, the man would add, "it's OK, let me come.". As long as Qi Yan said this, no matter how difficult the situation is, he will feel at ease instantly.
I don't know where that guy is now.
Song Fei's mind began to wander, the focus gradually blurred, the photo became a spot of halo.
Still in Gewu building? Has escaped back to the canteen? Run to other buildings and join other comrades in arms? Is it safe
Da.
A very small sound came from above.
At first, Song Fei didn't notice, because the movement was so small that there was no sense of reality.
However, it seems that the sound of fingernail tapping on the table is persistent, even listening carefully, with a certain rhythm - Da, Da, Da. Dada, dada, dada. Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da.
The percussion was very light and cautious, and he slowed down the percussion speed deliberately, so that the originally short and powerful beat was lengthened at a uniform speed.
But the overall rhythm has not changed.
Song Fei suddenly stares big eyes, is Qi Yan!
He subconsciously thought of a response, but when he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that the reason why Qi Yan chose such a method was that he could not speak, or even make any greater sound than the current percussion.
It's hard for Song Fei to suppress his inner excitement and stand up!
He Zhiwen also heard the strange sound of percussion, and suddenly felt a gust of wind around him. Before he could tell what the evil wind was in the dark, another group of small percussion sounds sounded, which were similar to the previous percussion sound, but different in rhythm and frequency.
And no longer fuzzy, it seems to ring in this car -
dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.
It's Seinfeld out there!
Aware of this, he Zhiwen suddenly gets excited. He quickly takes out the phone and turns it on. Without hesitation, he turns on the flashlight to light up the car. Sure enough, Song Fei has already stood up and is sticking to the half open elevator door, trying to look up!
The sound outside came from the upper door.And Song Fei's percussion came from the car door.
This kind of sound transmitted through solid is not easy to spread, but also can be heard clearly by people close to the spread object!
He Zhiwen pulled rasongfei's arm and asked with his mouth when the other side turned back. Qi Yan?
Song Fei nodded heavily without hesitation!
There was another percussion from above. This time, the percussion was more rapid than before. Obviously, people outside also heard the response. But after all, the interlayer door and the car door are not the same object, and the tiny sound will inevitably be lost when it passes. People outside should not be able to confirm or confirm the wrong location, so they contact again.
Yes, in he Zhiwen's opinion, this is using a secret code to contact!
Before that, he always thought that class 1 could survive by 60% luck and 40% strength. In terms of their strong physique, they are not as good as Zhao he and Wu Zhou. In terms of their meticulous mind, they are not as good as Huang mo. one of the eight students is the most common one. Even Qiao Siqi and Li Jingyu have the courage that is lower than the average level of the flowers of the motherland.
Can be such eight people, Leng is to break into the supermarket, rob express, occupy the canteen, can do, can't do all done. Who believes it's not luck?
Now, however, he believes.
Do you think the rhythm of dada is random percussion? No, that must be the legendary Morse code!
A class that can use Morse code to contact, a class that does its best not to give up any of its comrades in arms, why not win!
Perhaps, he Zhiwen blinked his eyes, pressed the fundus of his eyes, and couldn't help surging up the heat. They could really escape from Shengtian! Not only escape from the elevator, even escape from the campus, this disaster!
Seventh floor, outside the elevator.
When hearing the response, Qi Yan's heart almost jumped out.
Qi Yan is ecstatic to find Song Fei, and the guy is safe. When Song Fei responds with a tap, the ecstasy is mixed with some sweetness.
He just wanted to make some sound that would not provoke zombies, but also be heard by people in the elevator, and solid sound is the most suitable. As for the rhythm can be recognized, or even responded to by the other side, completely unexpected.
Mingming just told some interesting stories about his childhood when he was having dinner on a certain date because it was boring to wait for dinner. He knocked on the table once with his fingers to prove it. Unexpectedly, the other party remembered it.
That heartless guy has such a heart.
Qi Yan doesn't want to build his happiness on such trivialities, but he can't control the rising of his mouth. So it's necessary to show his artistic career to his partner occasionally, even if he's just a drummer in the military band of primary school.
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Above the sixth floor, the seventh floor is not full, stuck in the half way elevator car.
Song Fei is sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of the box. He knows he Zhiwen is opposite him, in the same posture, but he can't see anything unless his mobile phone lights up.
Two minutes ago, the emergency light went out. According to he Zhiwen, it depends on the battery, which can support 20 to 30 minutes at most, and the mobile phone time clearly shows that 27 minutes have passed since it was trapped in the power failure.
There is no emergency light in the car, only endless darkness is left, which is the kind of thorough, almost able to close off people's senses. Song Fei even had to blink his eyelids every other moment to make sure he was open.
"We can't get out." He Zhiwen shrank in the corner and felt so close to death for the first time.
This kind of depression and despair is not sudden, but with the passage of time, a little bit of accumulation, from light to heavy, and finally almost suffocated.
Song Fei said: "Qi Yan will come."
In the past half an hour, apart from several attempts to break the door, they had just two conversations. Rao Shi's good-natured He Zhi's questions were also irritated and irritable.
"Who gives you confidence? It's early to come. Up to now, there's no movement. Either I'm running or I'm looking for the radio. I'm ready to run after I've found it. Anyway, we've confirmed the location of the office several times in advance. We can touch it with our eyes closed. "
"No way." Song Fei is not excited, and his tone is even light. He can press his hand on the ground but unconsciously clench it.
"Nothing is absolute. In this case, if you and I were outside, we would not be able to come back to save people. " He Zhiwen sighed, trying to calm his emotions and let Song Fei accept the reality. "First of all, he didn't know which floor our elevator was parked on. Would he have to look for it layer by layer? Second, if he's really looking for us now, why can't he hear anything? He wants to make sure that we're in there. Don't we have to shout and clap, just by thinking? "
"As you said, he might go to the radio first."
"I'm talking about running after the search."
"Come and save us when you're done."
“……” He Zhiwen surrendered. He didn't bother to talk to Song Fei.
Although he can't see his face, Song Fei knows he Zhiwen is very angry. In fact, if there are other friends outside now, he may have no bottom. But that's Qi Yan, who can climb up the balcony of the fourth floor dormitory to find him at the risk of being bitten by zombies or even falling off the building by hand. He has refused to make a compound request twice in a row Er, yes, it has been rejected twice.
Nima now regrets whether it's too late or not!!!
As the saying goes, one more two no more three.
After that, Qi Yan didn't seem to mention the meaning of compound any more. Now, will he really risk his life to save his ex boyfriend who doesn't know which floor he is stuck in?
He Zhiwen's silence is that he doesn't want to be vomited by people in the last stage of his life, but Song Fei doesn't take advantage of the victory. Instead, he is silent, which makes him a little uneasy.
He did not know that Song Fei in the dark had completed a series of psychological changes, such as violent hair plucking, silent shouting, Yuan Shen beating his chest and feet, and now he was leaning in the dark, watching the little flame of hope in the fantasy gradually vanish.
"Hey, why don't you talk?" He Zhiwen shakes his mobile phone uneasily, almost scared by the dead face, "what's your expression? It won't be where you were bitten before. Are you ready to mutate now?"
Looking at his comrades in arms in the dim light, Song Fei held the last hope and asked, "if, I mean, if you have a good friend, you two have a very good relationship, and then one day you break up with him. He didn't want to break up with each other. He asked for reconciliation again and again, but you didn't agree. He also slapped each other in the face. When you meet danger one day, do you think this friend will do anything for you? "
He Zhiwen quickly digested the story and finally shook his head: "if it doesn't work, I won't treat my good friend so badly."
“……” Song Fei swallowed a saliva, difficult way, "if, I am that if?"
He Zhiwen was stunned and said sincerely for a long time: "your friend didn't take advantage of your illness to kill you. That's true love."
Song Fei completely decayed, like a balloon. Even he Zhiwen, who has a good character, says so. He is as arrogant as Qi Yan. Maybe he won't look back.
I think so. Rushing to the 12th floor to find the radio and retreating, it's already a hell of a lifetime. The madman will search for his ex boyfriend and his brother's classmates who just met for a few days.
Five hours later.
Song Fei couldn't tell whether he was asleep or awake. His eyelids were heavy and tired, but he was conscious, even mentally. The two extremely contradictory states make the passage of time extremely painful.
"What time is it?" The voice of comrades in arms suddenly rang out in the dark.
After all, in this closed dark environment, sleeping is a relief.
Restart, long lost light let Song Fei squint, a long time to see: "zero over five.""It's a new day." The feeble voice could not hear the joy of welcoming the new.
The phone still has 70% power left.
Although the strength of domestic aircraft in terms of endurance is obvious to all, but still reluctant to use too fast. After watching the time, he subconsciously wanted to turn off the phone again, but he was so moved that he ordered the album and went down until the photo of him and Qi Yan came into view.
Song Fei carefully opens the photo. Two people on the screen, one grinning and the other frowning, are holding the frowning neck with a smirk. The frowning people seem to want to hide, but they are forced to leave a youthful image.
This is the only picture of him and Qi Yan in Song Fei's mobile phone.
That guy doesn't like to take photos, not to mention the privacy photos. Every time you see someone who has a pornographic picture or a small movie on the Internet, you should catch him to study safety together, raise awareness and take precautions. But the more you don't let me do it, the more I want to do it. So in the journey of intimate selfie, he won such a success.
Qi Yan had taken advantage of his inattention to secretly delete this photo, but he had already prepared a copy, so Qi Yan deleted the front foot and made a mobile desktop with a group photo. Qi Yan almost hurt himself, and finally realized that he would rather be a gentleman than a villain. He repeatedly ordered that he should not be allowed to make a desktop. After the screen saver was not allowed to show off to a third person, he tacitly allowed him to exist in his mobile phone.
Song Fei thought more than once that he was in love with a third party, as if the whole world was a main room that needed to be avoided.
"Are you all right?" He Zhiwen didn't want to talk about it at first, but the face reflected in the light of the mobile phone screen seemed to cry, a bit creepy, "I know I may not be the ideal companion of huangquan Road, but who let me catch up? I'm stuck with you, and it's too late to change people."
Song Fei was amused by He Zhi's question, but he thought it was incredible: "before you had a bitter face, how come you wanted to open up now?"
"If you want to die crying, or if you want to die happy, then be happy," he Zhiwen thought about the bright future, "so that when our bodies are found, it won't be too ugly."
"It's all dead. Do you expect to be a flower?"
"At least don't scare people."
"Two grinning corpses are more terrible, OK?"
The fun brought by the brief bickering is like a soap bubble. As the two people calm down again, it breaks and disappears.
Song Fei looked at the photos for a long time.
That one, from left to right, from right to left, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, looked over and over. Without exception, to see the last eyes will fall on that depressed face. He also can't say what mood he is. In a word, if he just looks at it, the whole person will calm down strangely.
Just like in the past, every time he died, the man would add, "it's OK, let me come.". As long as Qi Yan said this, no matter how difficult the situation is, he will feel at ease instantly.
I don't know where that guy is now.
Song Fei's mind began to wander, the focus gradually blurred, the photo became a spot of halo.
Still in Gewu building? Has escaped back to the canteen? Run to other buildings and join other comrades in arms? Is it safe
Da.
A very small sound came from above.
At first, Song Fei didn't notice, because the movement was so small that there was no sense of reality.
However, it seems that the sound of fingernail tapping on the table is persistent, even listening carefully, with a certain rhythm - Da, Da, Da. Dada, dada, dada. Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da.
The percussion was very light and cautious, and he slowed down the percussion speed deliberately, so that the originally short and powerful beat was lengthened at a uniform speed.
But the overall rhythm has not changed.
Song Fei suddenly stares big eyes, is Qi Yan!
He subconsciously thought of a response, but when he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that the reason why Qi Yan chose such a method was that he could not speak, or even make any greater sound than the current percussion.
It's hard for Song Fei to suppress his inner excitement and stand up!
He Zhiwen also heard the strange sound of percussion, and suddenly felt a gust of wind around him. Before he could tell what the evil wind was in the dark, another group of small percussion sounds sounded, which were similar to the previous percussion sound, but different in rhythm and frequency.
And no longer fuzzy, it seems to ring in this car -
dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.
It's Seinfeld out there!
Aware of this, he Zhiwen suddenly gets excited. He quickly takes out the phone and turns it on. Without hesitation, he turns on the flashlight to light up the car. Sure enough, Song Fei has already stood up and is sticking to the half open elevator door, trying to look up!
The sound outside came from the upper door.And Song Fei's percussion came from the car door.
This kind of sound transmitted through solid is not easy to spread, but also can be heard clearly by people close to the spread object!
He Zhiwen pulled rasongfei's arm and asked with his mouth when the other side turned back. Qi Yan?
Song Fei nodded heavily without hesitation!
There was another percussion from above. This time, the percussion was more rapid than before. Obviously, people outside also heard the response. But after all, the interlayer door and the car door are not the same object, and the tiny sound will inevitably be lost when it passes. People outside should not be able to confirm or confirm the wrong location, so they contact again.
Yes, in he Zhiwen's opinion, this is using a secret code to contact!
Before that, he always thought that class 1 could survive by 60% luck and 40% strength. In terms of their strong physique, they are not as good as Zhao he and Wu Zhou. In terms of their meticulous mind, they are not as good as Huang mo. one of the eight students is the most common one. Even Qiao Siqi and Li Jingyu have the courage that is lower than the average level of the flowers of the motherland.
Can be such eight people, Leng is to break into the supermarket, rob express, occupy the canteen, can do, can't do all done. Who believes it's not luck?
Now, however, he believes.
Do you think the rhythm of dada is random percussion? No, that must be the legendary Morse code!
A class that can use Morse code to contact, a class that does its best not to give up any of its comrades in arms, why not win!
Perhaps, he Zhiwen blinked his eyes, pressed the fundus of his eyes, and couldn't help surging up the heat. They could really escape from Shengtian! Not only escape from the elevator, even escape from the campus, this disaster!
Seventh floor, outside the elevator.
When hearing the response, Qi Yan's heart almost jumped out.
Qi Yan is ecstatic to find Song Fei, and the guy is safe. When Song Fei responds with a tap, the ecstasy is mixed with some sweetness.
He just wanted to make some sound that would not provoke zombies, but also be heard by people in the elevator, and solid sound is the most suitable. As for the rhythm can be recognized, or even responded to by the other side, completely unexpected.
Mingming just told some interesting stories about his childhood when he was having dinner on a certain date because it was boring to wait for dinner. He knocked on the table once with his fingers to prove it. Unexpectedly, the other party remembered it.
That heartless guy has such a heart.
Qi Yan doesn't want to build his happiness on such trivialities, but he can't control the rising of his mouth. So it's necessary to show his artistic career to his partner occasionally, even if he's just a drummer in the military band of primary school.
Above the sixth floor, the seventh floor is not full, stuck in the half way elevator car. Song Fei is sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of the box. He knows he Zhiwen is opposite him, in the same posture, but he can't see anything unless his mobile phone lights up. Two minutes ago, the emergency light went out. According to he Zhiwen, it depends on the battery, which can support 20 to 30 minutes at most, and the mobile phone time clearly shows that 27 minutes have passed since it was trapped in the power failure. There is no emergency light in the car, only endless darkness is left, which is the kind of thorough, almost able to close off people's senses. Song Fei even had to blink his eyelids every other moment to make sure he was open. "We can't get out." He Zhiwen shrank in the corner and felt so close to death for the first time. This kind of depression and despair is not sudden, but with the passage of time, a little bit of accumulation, from light to heavy, and finally almost suffocated. Song Fei said: "Qi Yan will come." In the past half an hour, apart from several attempts to break the door, they had just two conversations. Rao Shi's good-natured He Zhi's questions were also irritated and irritable. "Who gives you confidence? It's early to come. Up to now, there's no movement. Either I'm running or I'm looking for the radio. I'm ready to run after I've found it. Anyway, we've confirmed the location of the office several times in advance. We can touch it with our eyes closed. " "No way." Song Fei is not excited, and his tone is even light. He can press his hand on the ground but unconsciously clench it. "Nothing is absolute. In this case, if you and I were outside, we would not be able to come back to save people. " He Zhiwen sighed, trying to calm his emotions and let Song Fei accept the reality. "First of all, he didn't know which floor our elevator was parked on. Would he have to look for it layer by layer? Second, if he's really looking for us now, why can't he hear anything? He wants to make sure that we're in there. Don't we have to shout and clap, just by thinking? " "As you said, he might go to the radio first." "I'm talking about running after the search." "Come and save us when you're done." He Zhiwen surrendered. He didn't bother to talk to Song Fei. Although he can't see his face, Song Fei knows he Zhiwen is very angry. In fact, if there are other friends outside now, he may have no bottom. But that's Qi Yan, who can climb up the balcony of the fourth floor dormitory to find him at the risk of being bitten by zombies or even falling off the building by hand. He has refused to make a compound request twice in a row Er, yes, it has been rejected twice. Nima now regrets whether it's too late or not!!! As the saying goes, one more two no more three. After that, Qi Yan didn't seem to mention the meaning of compound any more. Now, will he really risk his life to save his ex boyfriend who doesn't know which floor he is stuck in? He Zhiwen's silence is that he doesn't want to be vomited by people in the last stage of his life, but Song Fei doesn't take advantage of the victory. Instead, he is silent, which makes him a little uneasy. He did not know that Song Fei in the dark had completed a series of psychological changes, such as violent hair plucking, silent shouting, Yuan Shen beating his chest and feet, and now he was leaning in the dark, watching the little flame of hope in the fantasy gradually vanish. "Hey, why don't you talk?" He Zhiwen shakes his mobile phone uneasily, almost scared by the dead face, "what's your expression? It won't be where you were bitten before. Are you ready to mutate now?" Looking at his comrades in arms in the dim light, Song Fei held the last hope and asked, "if, I mean, if you have a good friend, you two have a very good relationship, and then one day you break up with him. He didn't want to break up with each other. He asked for reconciliation again and again, but you didn't agree. He also slapped each other in the face. When you meet danger one day, do you think this friend will do anything for you? " He Zhiwen quickly digested the story and finally shook his head: "if it doesn't work, I won't treat my good friend so badly." Song Fei swallowed a saliva, difficult way, "if, I am that if?" He Zhiwen was stunned and said sincerely for a long time: "your friend didn't take advantage of your illness to kill you. That's true love." Song Fei completely decayed, like a balloon. Even he Zhiwen, who has a good character, says so. He is as arrogant as Qi Yan. Maybe he won't look back. I think so. Rushing to the 12th floor to find the radio and retreating, it's already a hell of a lifetime. The madman will search for his ex boyfriend and his brother's classmates who just met for a few days. Five hours later. Song Fei couldn't tell whether he was asleep or awake. His eyelids were heavy and tired, but he was conscious, even mentally. The two extremely contradictory states make the passage of time extremely painful. "What time is it?" The voice of comrades in arms suddenly rang out in the dark. After all, in this closed dark environment, sleeping is a relief. Restart, long lost light let Song Fei squint, a long time to see: "zero over five.""It's a new day." The feeble voice could not hear the joy of welcoming the new. The phone still has 70% power left. Although the strength of domestic aircraft in terms of endurance is obvious to all, but still reluctant to use too fast. After watching the time, he subconsciously wanted to turn off the phone again, but he was so moved that he ordered the album and went down until the photo of him and Qi Yan came into view. Song Fei carefully opens the photo. Two people on the screen, one grinning and the other frowning, are holding the frowning neck with a smirk. The frowning people seem to want to hide, but they are forced to leave a youthful image. This is the only picture of him and Qi Yan in Song Fei's mobile phone. That guy doesn't like to take photos, not to mention the privacy photos. Every time you see someone who has a pornographic picture or a small movie on the Internet, you should catch him to study safety together, raise awareness and take precautions. But the more you don't let me do it, the more I want to do it. So in the journey of intimate selfie, he won such a success. Qi Yan had taken advantage of his inattention to secretly delete this photo, but he had already prepared a copy, so Qi Yan deleted the front foot and made a mobile desktop with a group photo. Qi Yan almost hurt himself, and finally realized that he would rather be a gentleman than a villain. He repeatedly ordered that he should not be allowed to make a desktop. After the screen saver was not allowed to show off to a third person, he tacitly allowed him to exist in his mobile phone. Song Fei thought more than once that he was in love with a third party, as if the whole world was a main room that needed to be avoided. "Are you all right?" He Zhiwen didn't want to talk about it at first, but the face reflected in the light of the mobile phone screen seemed to cry, a bit creepy, "I know I may not be the ideal companion of huangquan Road, but who let me catch up? I'm stuck with you, and it's too late to change people." Song Fei was amused by He Zhi's question, but he thought it was incredible: "before you had a bitter face, how come you wanted to open up now?" "If you want to die crying, or if you want to die happy, then be happy," he Zhiwen thought about the bright future, "so that when our bodies are found, it won't be too ugly." "It's all dead. Do you expect to be a flower?" "At least don't scare people." "Two grinning corpses are more terrible, OK?" The fun brought by the brief bickering is like a soap bubble. As the two people calm down again, it breaks and disappears. Song Fei looked at the photos for a long time. That one, from left to right, from right to left, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, looked over and over. Without exception, to see the last eyes will fall on that depressed face. He also can't say what mood he is. In a word, if he just looks at it, the whole person will calm down strangely. Just like in the past, every time he died, the man would add, "it's OK, let me come.". As long as Qi Yan said this, no matter how difficult the situation is, he will feel at ease instantly. I don't know where that guy is now. Song Fei's mind began to wander, the focus gradually blurred, the photo became a spot of halo. Still in Gewu building? Has escaped back to the canteen? Run to other buildings and join other comrades in arms? Is it safe Da. A very small sound came from above. At first, Song Fei didn't notice, because the movement was so small that there was no sense of reality. However, it seems that the sound of fingernail tapping on the table is persistent, even listening carefully, with a certain rhythm - Da, Da, Da. Dada, dada, dada. Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da. The percussion was very light and cautious, and he slowed down the percussion speed deliberately, so that the originally short and powerful beat was lengthened at a uniform speed. But the overall rhythm has not changed. Song Fei suddenly stares big eyes, is Qi Yan! He subconsciously thought of a response, but when he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that the reason why Qi Yan chose such a method was that he could not speak, or even make any greater sound than the current percussion. It's hard for Song Fei to suppress his inner excitement and stand up! He Zhiwen also heard the strange sound of percussion, and suddenly felt a gust of wind around him. Before he could tell what the evil wind was in the dark, another group of small percussion sounds sounded, which were similar to the previous percussion sound, but different in rhythm and frequency. And no longer fuzzy, it seems to ring in this car - dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada. It's Seinfeld out there! Aware of this, he Zhiwen suddenly gets excited. He quickly takes out the phone and turns it on. Without hesitation, he turns on the flashlight to light up the car. Sure enough, Song Fei has already stood up and is sticking to the half open elevator door, trying to look up! The sound outside came from the upper door.And Song Fei's percussion came from the car door. This kind of sound transmitted through solid is not easy to spread, but also can be heard clearly by people close to the spread object! He Zhiwen pulled rasongfei's arm and asked with his mouth when the other side turned back. Qi Yan? Song Fei nodded heavily without hesitation! There was another percussion from above. This time, the percussion was more rapid than before. Obviously, people outside also heard the response. But after all, the interlayer door and the car door are not the same object, and the tiny sound will inevitably be lost when it passes. People outside should not be able to confirm or confirm the wrong location, so they contact again. Yes, in he Zhiwen's opinion, this is using a secret code to contact! Before that, he always thought that class 1 could survive by 60% luck and 40% strength. In terms of their strong physique, they are not as good as Zhao he and Wu Zhou. In terms of their meticulous mind, they are not as good as Huang mo. one of the eight students is the most common one. Even Qiao Siqi and Li Jingyu have the courage that is lower than the average level of the flowers of the motherland. Can be such eight people, Leng is to break into the supermarket, rob express, occupy the canteen, can do, can't do all done. Who believes it's not luck? Now, however, he believes. Do you think the rhythm of dada is random percussion? No, that must be the legendary Morse code! A class that can use Morse code to contact, a class that does its best not to give up any of its comrades in arms, why not win! Perhaps, he Zhiwen blinked his eyes, pressed the fundus of his eyes, and couldn't help surging up the heat. They could really escape from Shengtian! Not only escape from the elevator, even escape from the campus, this disaster! Seventh floor, outside the elevator. When hearing the response, Qi Yan's heart almost jumped out. Qi Yan is ecstatic to find Song Fei, and the guy is safe. When Song Fei responds with a tap, the ecstasy is mixed with some sweetness. He just wanted to make some sound that would not provoke zombies, but also be heard by people in the elevator, and solid sound is the most suitable. As for the rhythm can be recognized, or even responded to by the other side, completely unexpected. Mingming just told some interesting stories about his childhood when he was having dinner on a certain date because it was boring to wait for dinner. He knocked on the table once with his fingers to prove it. Unexpectedly, the other party remembered it. That heartless guy has such a heart. Qi Yan doesn't want to build his happiness on such trivialities, but he can't control the rising of his mouth. So it's necessary to show his artistic career to his partner occasionally, even if he's just a drummer in the military band of primary school.
