Chapter 64
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Naturally, Qi Yan had no problems. He was in good health. He ate delicious food and opened a can of luncheon meat. In a twinkling of an eye, there was no residue left. Song Fei asked he Zhi if he didn't exercise as much as he did. If they shared a can, they would not be hungry.
Compared with sufficient food, water was a little too much. All three of them had only one bottle with them. Qi Yan's had drunk all, and Song Fei's had only one. He Zhiwen was the most economical. He dared not drink half of it.
"Oh, yes, I forgot to ask yesterday. Where did you get the table tennis?" When he rearranged his backpack, it suddenly occurred to him.
"There is a special table tennis room on this floor. When I rushed up yesterday, there were a lot of zombies on this floor. For several times, I didn't rush to the elevator and hid there. Later, I took a bag by hand."
"Alas, not only table tennis, they also have Internet cafes. Every semester, they hold an electronic competition for hegemony. They also invite us to watch the war. It's called" brother department first ". There's no more immorality!" This hatred has not lasted for a day or two. He Zhiwen often thinks of it, but still feels uneasy.
Song Fei has never seen the battle with his own eyes, but he also knows that the school of computer science has such an enviable fine tradition: "you can borrow a classroom, get a few laptops, and connect them every minute."
"Other people are computer colleges, and they are famous for competing for supremacy in E-sports. Do we engage in E-sports in physics college?"
"Seinfeld really didn't want to give some serious advice to the students of physics department
"can't say that," as a physics academy student, his own academy can make complaints about himself, but others can't criticize. "What is serious about our company's fixed pulley bearing race, the movable pulley innovation competition, and the falling object competition"? Which one is not just eager to listen? "
Song Fei
Qi Yan: "it sounds really interesting."
He Zhi asked: "right, right? I'll tell you that the fixed pulley is the most powerful. Last year, a senior made it beautiful and super practical. In the competition, a teacher in the courtyard was hoisted! If it wasn't for the pulley getting stuck and the teacher hanging in mid air for nearly an hour, the champion would be his! "
Qi Yan Otherwise, you'd better engage in electronic competition. "
For a long time after that, he Zhiwen leaned against the corner of the wall and did not speak.
Qi Yan didn't expect that his casual words had such great power. Originally, he was just chatting. Unexpectedly, he met a glass heart and felt a little sorry: "I take back the foreword. The competitions held by your college are really a collection of knowledge and interest, which are in line with the spirit of contemporary college students...."
He Zhiwen was happy and quickly explained, "I'm not uncomfortable with you."
Qi Yan was puzzled.
"Just a little nostalgic for the old days," he Zhiwen looked out of the window, the sun shining on his face, a bright light, "class, after class, eat, do experiments, review, examination I didn't feel anything at that time, but now I think about it all of a sudden. "
Song Fei calculated the days and jokingly said, "it's only 20 days since the life you miss."
"Only 20 days?" He asked unexpectedly, lying on the table, looking at the ceiling, melancholy, "how do you feel like 20 years."
In fact, Song Fei knew what he asked.
There is a saying that is very common, but it is appropriate - happy time is always fleeting, and miserable time is always passing like a year.
Once plain as water life, now want to come, but full of thin quiet taste. But, that kind of stability, that kind of youth don't know worry, still can come back?
Three people miss the past, but also worried about the scattered comrades in arms. Compared with their three clear targets, the four comrades in arms who pointed to the radio and lured the enemy to the other two buildings were in the state of complete information interruption. Will they choose to stick to it, wait for their comrades to return to rescue, or break through? Or out of consideration of objective conditions and trust in their three comrades in arms, like Zhao he, withdraw to the canteen safely? No one knows.
Of course, it's best to withdraw the canteen, but if not, the three of them will delay for one minute in the Gewu building, which will be more dangerous for the other four partners.
Thinking of this, the three little friends made a bold decision to attack during the day.
Ten minutes later, the attack was aborted.
The only gain was that the position of three people was transferred from the classroom on the seventh floor to the physics laboratory on the eighth floor.
"They are simply invincible in the daytime." The memory of half a minute ago, seizing life, Song Fei is still palpitating.
"Leng's fear is horizontal, horizontal's fear is not fatal, they see attack completely do not hide, if we can also do so, maybe who will win." He Zhiwen is out of breath, but his fighting spirit will last forever.
"The question is, can we not hide?" Song Fei is so angry that he wants to kick him. If he says this, he doesn't say it!
After a long time of bickering, Song Fei found out that, no, this is the eighth floor. Doesn't it mean that all the buildings above the seventh floor are computer academies? How can there be a physics laboratory?
"There are too many people in our hospital and there is not enough space. The Dean discussed with the school and insisted on coming to half a floor." He Zhi asked, "but I also heard that it was already like this when I entered the school."Song Fei nods his head to solve the puzzle. Then he finds that Qi Yan has not spoken since he came in. Looking up, he finds that he is sitting in front of an experimental table playing deep.
Song Fei goes over curiously and finds that he has opened a box of weights on the table. Now he is absorbed in gazing at the metal weights with different sizes but all polished. He is thoughtful.
Just as Song Fei wanted to ask you what you think, Qi Yan suddenly took out all the weights and put them into the plastic bag that he didn't know where. Moreover, one table was not enough. He had a great posture of robbing the whole laboratory.
He Zhiwen was stunned, and it took him a long time to react and stop: "Hey, what can't be touched in the laboratory is public property. Besides, how to do the experiment after you take us away! "
Song Fei grabbed his back neck and said, "I have fully felt your deep love for the College of physics, but the premise of doing experiments is not that the experimental tools are complete, but that the experimenters still have life."
He Zhiwen hesitated, but he was still unwilling: "but..."
Qi Yan stopped and raised his eyelids faintly: "if you are a superhero now, physics man, what you throw out in a battle is a flying knife, is that right?"
He Zhi asked, "no!"
Qi Yan: "where are the weights?"
He Zhi asked: "handsome explosion!"
The change of thinking is so huge and rapid that he Zhiwen even turned back and suggested to Song Fei: "when I am a physics man, you should also think of a name for yourself."
Every teenager has a superhero dream in his heart.
But -
Song feibai looked at him and turned his head silently.
Qi Yan poured the last box of weights into the plastic bag and gently explained, "no, he's a black widow."
The sun sets, the moon rises, and night falls.
It's only six in the evening, but the whole world is as dark as midnight.
Qi Yan peeped out his head from the laboratory and looked around in the light of the corridor.
The next second, more than a dozen ping-pong balls to the right side, and with the initial speed along the corridor right Pentium!
Qi Yan quickly closed the door of the laboratory and listened to it with his ears close to the door.
Song Fei and he Zhiwen hold their breath and stand by at any time.
Noisy footsteps came from the left side of the corridor, quickly ran past the laboratory door and continued to the right.
Right now!
Qi Yan opened the door neatly and ran to the left without hesitation!
Song Fei and he Zhiwen immediately keep up with each other and try to keep their running feet on the ground to minimize the noise!
I don't know if there is not enough light at night, the temperature drops, and the activity of zombies is also affected to a certain extent. The stairwell was deserted and empty. The three men ran to the 11th floor at one go. They saw the 12th floor on their head and just met the first zombie.
It was an old man with silver hair and thin body. Half of his face was covered with dry blood clots. The other half of his face was relatively clean, and his appearance could be seen.
Usually, such old people are re employed professors. Although three of them are not students of each other, it's not pleasant to see the old man like this at first sight.
The three people here hesitated a little, and the zombie over there had already come. Fortunately, the speed of zombies is not fast, which should have something to do with their age and constitution. Qi Yan holds the mop gun tightly, does not retreat does not hide, and so on zombie enters the attack scope is a gun!
Qi Yan's tactics are very simple, one shot to fight it down, draw the gun to stab the head again, Song Fei and he Zhiwen are ready to mend the knife at any time.
Experience has proved that this is a very effective combat mode.
This time, however, he hit the iron plate.
When the zombie was about to be stabbed, he suddenly dodged Qi Yan's attack. Instead of saying that, he raised his hand to hold the gun and pulled Qi Yan with a gun!
Qi Yan had a premonition at the moment when the other side held the gun, and he prepared for the tough battle. Unexpectedly, the strength of the other side was far greater than he imagined, and it was very skillful. It was not brute force, but with some irresistible rhythm. Qi Yan could not stand any longer, but directly staggered forward and fell into the other side's arms!
The zombie had expected that he would bite each other's face without hesitation when Qi Yan fell over!
At the critical moment, the struggling Qi Yan raised his hand and pushed his opponent's jaw, and won himself two seconds to breathe!
In these two seconds, Song Fei's metal chopsticks have gone straight to the zombie temple!
He Zhiwen's knife also attacks the Zombie's face!
Hold on for another 0.01 seconds, the tip of Song Fei's metal chopsticks will be zombie temple. But no, I can't hold on!
Qi Yan's hand was finally pressed down by the head of the zombie. Then the head of the zombie suddenly dropped heavily and knocked on Qi Yan's goggles!
And this drop, just avoid the chopsticks of Song Fei!
He Zhiwen's knife was still stuck, but it was originally aimed at his face. Now it went straight to the forehead and was blocked by the skull. He was stunned and didn't go in.
Fortunately, Qi Yan didn't know when to draw a knife from his waist and put it into the temple of the zombie.The zombie didn't move any more and hung heavily on him.
Qi Yan put it down as gently as possible and leaned to the corner of the staircase.
Although there is no danger, but after all, "there is shock", Song Fei couldn't understand it. He asked with his breath: "it's so old, and still has the strength to control you?"
"You don't believe it," Qi said helplessly, "but it's really unusual. Maybe I've practiced it."
Song feiji: "what can the teachers of Computer Institute practice?"
"Tai Chi." Looking up but not looking down, he Zhiwen knew quite well about the various trends of the school of computer science. "In the past, when I came out and went in class, I could always see him practicing in the open space downstairs. According to the students of the school of computer science, the old man liked it when he was young and had practiced for decades."
Qi Yan: "I'm not sure."
Song Fei: "in the future, this kind of information will be said in advance!"
Although the other party has become a zombie, when it changes from a simple "zombie unknown" to a "mutant with flesh and blood in the past", three people go to see the corpse again, and their mood becomes more complicated.
Take a deep breath, Qi Yan first step, continue to go upstairs.
Song Fei and he Zhiwen looked at each other and quietly followed.
The 11th and 12th floors are all conference rooms and teachers' office areas of the computer institute. Usually, there are fewer people than downstairs. When the accident happened, it was the weekend, and almost all of them were empty. So when they went into the corridor on the 12th floor, they didn't see a zombie again.
That's a good thing, of course.
But good things that are too smooth always make people uneasy.
Three men crept along, holding their breath.
According to he Zhiwen, the teacher's office is at the end of the corridor, opposite to the direction of the stairs. Now, they have shortened the distance from the office by one third.
The moon is bright.
It was a fine night.
The shadow of the three people was drawn very long, as if to extend to the depths of darkness.
Passing by an empty utility room, he hesitated for two seconds, and Qi Yan came back.
Song Fei's question was not clear, so he was in the same place.
Qi Yan opened the door carefully, and what he saw was narrow and messy, but it was certain that there was no one or zombie.
Qi Yan was the first to enter, and then motioned his comrades in arms to come in.
Song Fei probably understood the meaning of Qi Yan, and he Zhiwen, who was still confused, hid in.
Qi Yan slowly closed the door, leaving only a gap for his arms to go in and out, and then threw a ping-pong ball in the direction of the stairs where they came.
The sound of a ping-pong ball is not big, but at the moment when everything is quiet, it is clear and loud.
Until the bouncing sound of table tennis almost completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, sporadic footsteps ran through the utility room, the number of people is small, it should be three.
He Zhiwen also realized that this was Qi Yan's last clearance.
The teacher's office is close at hand, but the closer to success, the more sober and cautious he is. To some extent, Qi Yan, who can do this, is frightfully calm.
When they open the door again and enter the corridor, all three of them are at ease. It is to relax themselves, but also to make themselves more calm.
After about ten steps, the three finally came to the office.
It's a solid wood door with no visible glass on it. And the only two office windows, all with shutters, fit perfectly, and didn't even leave a gap.
Qi Yan held the doorknob, pressed it gently, and pushed his wrist forward unconsciously.
The door is unlocked!
Qi Yan's heart moved. The door leaf had been opened easily under the push, and everything in the office was uncovered.
In the cold moonlight, most of the stations were empty, with a figure sitting in front of a desk. He sat motionless in his chair with his back to the door, unable to tell "he" or "it" from the angle of the door
Song Fei and he Zhiwen also saw it.
In the distance, there was a faint sound in the corridor, like footsteps, or something else. Qi Yan doesn't hesitate any more, but flashes in. After Song Fei and he Zhiwen follow up, he immediately closes the door.
Click.
At the same time of closing the door, Qi Yan dropped the lock.
Song Fei and he Zhiwen are worried, but they also know that it's safe. At least they can only deal with this one in the room without worries.
However, the door lock did not let this one turn around, and my friends still felt numb.
"Teacher?" He Zhi asked tentatively, "well, let's borrow the radio."
Qi Yan and Song Fei look at him in surprise.
He Zhiwen nodded his head gently, and the meaning could not be more obvious - this is the master of the radio!
The person in the chair was originally bent back, as if his head was to be lowered to the table top, but he suddenly straightened up slowly.
The next second, the swivel chair suddenly moved. In the creaking sound, the figure turned from the back to the door to the front. Finally, the friends saw his bloody face and the small black radio that they had been holding in their arms for a long time."I don't know what you think," Song Fei swallowed. "Anyway, I don't think he would like to borrow it..."
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Naturally, Qi Yan had no problems. He was in good health. He ate delicious food and opened a can of luncheon meat. In a twinkling of an eye, there was no residue left. Song Fei asked he Zhi if he didn't exercise as much as he did. If they shared a can, they would not be hungry.
Compared with sufficient food, water was a little too much. All three of them had only one bottle with them. Qi Yan's had drunk all, and Song Fei's had only one. He Zhiwen was the most economical. He dared not drink half of it.
"Oh, yes, I forgot to ask yesterday. Where did you get the table tennis?" When he rearranged his backpack, it suddenly occurred to him.
"There is a special table tennis room on this floor. When I rushed up yesterday, there were a lot of zombies on this floor. For several times, I didn't rush to the elevator and hid there. Later, I took a bag by hand."
"Alas, not only table tennis, they also have Internet cafes. Every semester, they hold an electronic competition for hegemony. They also invite us to watch the war. It's called" brother department first ". There's no more immorality!" This hatred has not lasted for a day or two. He Zhiwen often thinks of it, but still feels uneasy.
Song Fei has never seen the battle with his own eyes, but he also knows that the school of computer science has such an enviable fine tradition: "you can borrow a classroom, get a few laptops, and connect them every minute."
"Other people are computer colleges, and they are famous for competing for supremacy in E-sports. Do we engage in E-sports in physics college?"
"Seinfeld really didn't want to give some serious advice to the students of physics department
"can't say that," as a physics academy student, his own academy can make complaints about himself, but others can't criticize. "What is serious about our company's fixed pulley bearing race, the movable pulley innovation competition, and the falling object competition"? Which one is not just eager to listen? "
Song Fei
Qi Yan: "it sounds really interesting."
He Zhi asked: "right, right? I'll tell you that the fixed pulley is the most powerful. Last year, a senior made it beautiful and super practical. In the competition, a teacher in the courtyard was hoisted! If it wasn't for the pulley getting stuck and the teacher hanging in mid air for nearly an hour, the champion would be his! "
Qi Yan Otherwise, you'd better engage in electronic competition. "
For a long time after that, he Zhiwen leaned against the corner of the wall and did not speak.
Qi Yan didn't expect that his casual words had such great power. Originally, he was just chatting. Unexpectedly, he met a glass heart and felt a little sorry: "I take back the foreword. The competitions held by your college are really a collection of knowledge and interest, which are in line with the spirit of contemporary college students...."
He Zhiwen was happy and quickly explained, "I'm not uncomfortable with you."
Qi Yan was puzzled.
"Just a little nostalgic for the old days," he Zhiwen looked out of the window, the sun shining on his face, a bright light, "class, after class, eat, do experiments, review, examination I didn't feel anything at that time, but now I think about it all of a sudden. "
Song Fei calculated the days and jokingly said, "it's only 20 days since the life you miss."
"Only 20 days?" He asked unexpectedly, lying on the table, looking at the ceiling, melancholy, "how do you feel like 20 years."
In fact, Song Fei knew what he asked.
There is a saying that is very common, but it is appropriate - happy time is always fleeting, and miserable time is always passing like a year.
Once plain as water life, now want to come, but full of thin quiet taste. But, that kind of stability, that kind of youth don't know worry, still can come back?
Three people miss the past, but also worried about the scattered comrades in arms. Compared with their three clear targets, the four comrades in arms who pointed to the radio and lured the enemy to the other two buildings were in the state of complete information interruption. Will they choose to stick to it, wait for their comrades to return to rescue, or break through? Or out of consideration of objective conditions and trust in their three comrades in arms, like Zhao he, withdraw to the canteen safely? No one knows.
Of course, it's best to withdraw the canteen, but if not, the three of them will delay for one minute in the Gewu building, which will be more dangerous for the other four partners.
Thinking of this, the three little friends made a bold decision to attack during the day.
Ten minutes later, the attack was aborted.
The only gain was that the position of three people was transferred from the classroom on the seventh floor to the physics laboratory on the eighth floor.
"They are simply invincible in the daytime." The memory of half a minute ago, seizing life, Song Fei is still palpitating.
"Leng's fear is horizontal, horizontal's fear is not fatal, they see attack completely do not hide, if we can also do so, maybe who will win." He Zhiwen is out of breath, but his fighting spirit will last forever.
"The question is, can we not hide?" Song Fei is so angry that he wants to kick him. If he says this, he doesn't say it!
After a long time of bickering, Song Fei found out that, no, this is the eighth floor. Doesn't it mean that all the buildings above the seventh floor are computer academies? How can there be a physics laboratory?
"There are too many people in our hospital and there is not enough space. The Dean discussed with the school and insisted on coming to half a floor." He Zhi asked, "but I also heard that it was already like this when I entered the school."Song Fei nods his head to solve the puzzle. Then he finds that Qi Yan has not spoken since he came in. Looking up, he finds that he is sitting in front of an experimental table playing deep.
Song Fei goes over curiously and finds that he has opened a box of weights on the table. Now he is absorbed in gazing at the metal weights with different sizes but all polished. He is thoughtful.
Just as Song Fei wanted to ask you what you think, Qi Yan suddenly took out all the weights and put them into the plastic bag that he didn't know where. Moreover, one table was not enough. He had a great posture of robbing the whole laboratory.
He Zhiwen was stunned, and it took him a long time to react and stop: "Hey, what can't be touched in the laboratory is public property. Besides, how to do the experiment after you take us away! "
Song Fei grabbed his back neck and said, "I have fully felt your deep love for the College of physics, but the premise of doing experiments is not that the experimental tools are complete, but that the experimenters still have life."
He Zhiwen hesitated, but he was still unwilling: "but..."
Qi Yan stopped and raised his eyelids faintly: "if you are a superhero now, physics man, what you throw out in a battle is a flying knife, is that right?"
He Zhi asked, "no!"
Qi Yan: "where are the weights?"
He Zhi asked: "handsome explosion!"
The change of thinking is so huge and rapid that he Zhiwen even turned back and suggested to Song Fei: "when I am a physics man, you should also think of a name for yourself."
Every teenager has a superhero dream in his heart.
But -
Song feibai looked at him and turned his head silently.
Qi Yan poured the last box of weights into the plastic bag and gently explained, "no, he's a black widow."
The sun sets, the moon rises, and night falls.
It's only six in the evening, but the whole world is as dark as midnight.
Qi Yan peeped out his head from the laboratory and looked around in the light of the corridor.
The next second, more than a dozen ping-pong balls to the right side, and with the initial speed along the corridor right Pentium!
Qi Yan quickly closed the door of the laboratory and listened to it with his ears close to the door.
Song Fei and he Zhiwen hold their breath and stand by at any time.
Noisy footsteps came from the left side of the corridor, quickly ran past the laboratory door and continued to the right.
Right now!
Qi Yan opened the door neatly and ran to the left without hesitation!
Song Fei and he Zhiwen immediately keep up with each other and try to keep their running feet on the ground to minimize the noise!
I don't know if there is not enough light at night, the temperature drops, and the activity of zombies is also affected to a certain extent. The stairwell was deserted and empty. The three men ran to the 11th floor at one go. They saw the 12th floor on their head and just met the first zombie.
It was an old man with silver hair and thin body. Half of his face was covered with dry blood clots. The other half of his face was relatively clean, and his appearance could be seen.
Usually, such old people are re employed professors. Although three of them are not students of each other, it's not pleasant to see the old man like this at first sight.
The three people here hesitated a little, and the zombie over there had already come. Fortunately, the speed of zombies is not fast, which should have something to do with their age and constitution. Qi Yan holds the mop gun tightly, does not retreat does not hide, and so on zombie enters the attack scope is a gun!
Qi Yan's tactics are very simple, one shot to fight it down, draw the gun to stab the head again, Song Fei and he Zhiwen are ready to mend the knife at any time.
Experience has proved that this is a very effective combat mode.
This time, however, he hit the iron plate.
When the zombie was about to be stabbed, he suddenly dodged Qi Yan's attack. Instead of saying that, he raised his hand to hold the gun and pulled Qi Yan with a gun!
Qi Yan had a premonition at the moment when the other side held the gun, and he prepared for the tough battle. Unexpectedly, the strength of the other side was far greater than he imagined, and it was very skillful. It was not brute force, but with some irresistible rhythm. Qi Yan could not stand any longer, but directly staggered forward and fell into the other side's arms!
The zombie had expected that he would bite each other's face without hesitation when Qi Yan fell over!
At the critical moment, the struggling Qi Yan raised his hand and pushed his opponent's jaw, and won himself two seconds to breathe!
In these two seconds, Song Fei's metal chopsticks have gone straight to the zombie temple!
He Zhiwen's knife also attacks the Zombie's face!
Hold on for another 0.01 seconds, the tip of Song Fei's metal chopsticks will be zombie temple. But no, I can't hold on!
Qi Yan's hand was finally pressed down by the head of the zombie. Then the head of the zombie suddenly dropped heavily and knocked on Qi Yan's goggles!
And this drop, just avoid the chopsticks of Song Fei!
He Zhiwen's knife was still stuck, but it was originally aimed at his face. Now it went straight to the forehead and was blocked by the skull. He was stunned and didn't go in.
Fortunately, Qi Yan didn't know when to draw a knife from his waist and put it into the temple of the zombie.The zombie didn't move any more and hung heavily on him.
Qi Yan put it down as gently as possible and leaned to the corner of the staircase.
Although there is no danger, but after all, "there is shock", Song Fei couldn't understand it. He asked with his breath: "it's so old, and still has the strength to control you?"
"You don't believe it," Qi said helplessly, "but it's really unusual. Maybe I've practiced it."
Song feiji: "what can the teachers of Computer Institute practice?"
"Tai Chi." Looking up but not looking down, he Zhiwen knew quite well about the various trends of the school of computer science. "In the past, when I came out and went in class, I could always see him practicing in the open space downstairs. According to the students of the school of computer science, the old man liked it when he was young and had practiced for decades."
Qi Yan: "I'm not sure."
Song Fei: "in the future, this kind of information will be said in advance!"
Although the other party has become a zombie, when it changes from a simple "zombie unknown" to a "mutant with flesh and blood in the past", three people go to see the corpse again, and their mood becomes more complicated.
Take a deep breath, Qi Yan first step, continue to go upstairs.
Song Fei and he Zhiwen looked at each other and quietly followed.
The 11th and 12th floors are all conference rooms and teachers' office areas of the computer institute. Usually, there are fewer people than downstairs. When the accident happened, it was the weekend, and almost all of them were empty. So when they went into the corridor on the 12th floor, they didn't see a zombie again.
That's a good thing, of course.
But good things that are too smooth always make people uneasy.
Three men crept along, holding their breath.
According to he Zhiwen, the teacher's office is at the end of the corridor, opposite to the direction of the stairs. Now, they have shortened the distance from the office by one third.
The moon is bright.
It was a fine night.
The shadow of the three people was drawn very long, as if to extend to the depths of darkness.
Passing by an empty utility room, he hesitated for two seconds, and Qi Yan came back.
Song Fei's question was not clear, so he was in the same place.
Qi Yan opened the door carefully, and what he saw was narrow and messy, but it was certain that there was no one or zombie.
Qi Yan was the first to enter, and then motioned his comrades in arms to come in.
Song Fei probably understood the meaning of Qi Yan, and he Zhiwen, who was still confused, hid in.
Qi Yan slowly closed the door, leaving only a gap for his arms to go in and out, and then threw a ping-pong ball in the direction of the stairs where they came.
The sound of a ping-pong ball is not big, but at the moment when everything is quiet, it is clear and loud.
Until the bouncing sound of table tennis almost completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, sporadic footsteps ran through the utility room, the number of people is small, it should be three.
He Zhiwen also realized that this was Qi Yan's last clearance.
The teacher's office is close at hand, but the closer to success, the more sober and cautious he is. To some extent, Qi Yan, who can do this, is frightfully calm.
When they open the door again and enter the corridor, all three of them are at ease. It is to relax themselves, but also to make themselves more calm.
After about ten steps, the three finally came to the office.
It's a solid wood door with no visible glass on it. And the only two office windows, all with shutters, fit perfectly, and didn't even leave a gap.
Qi Yan held the doorknob, pressed it gently, and pushed his wrist forward unconsciously.
The door is unlocked!
Qi Yan's heart moved. The door leaf had been opened easily under the push, and everything in the office was uncovered.
In the cold moonlight, most of the stations were empty, with a figure sitting in front of a desk. He sat motionless in his chair with his back to the door, unable to tell "he" or "it" from the angle of the door
Song Fei and he Zhiwen also saw it.
In the distance, there was a faint sound in the corridor, like footsteps, or something else. Qi Yan doesn't hesitate any more, but flashes in. After Song Fei and he Zhiwen follow up, he immediately closes the door.
Click.
At the same time of closing the door, Qi Yan dropped the lock.
Song Fei and he Zhiwen are worried, but they also know that it's safe. At least they can only deal with this one in the room without worries.
However, the door lock did not let this one turn around, and my friends still felt numb.
"Teacher?" He Zhi asked tentatively, "well, let's borrow the radio."
Qi Yan and Song Fei look at him in surprise.
He Zhiwen nodded his head gently, and the meaning could not be more obvious - this is the master of the radio!
The person in the chair was originally bent back, as if his head was to be lowered to the table top, but he suddenly straightened up slowly.
The next second, the swivel chair suddenly moved. In the creaking sound, the figure turned from the back to the door to the front. Finally, the friends saw his bloody face and the small black radio that they had been holding in their arms for a long time."I don't know what you think," Song Fei swallowed. "Anyway, I don't think he would like to borrow it..."
Naturally, Qi Yan had no problems. He was in good health. He ate delicious food and opened a can of luncheon meat. In a twinkling of an eye, there was no residue left. Song Fei asked he Zhi if he didn't exercise as much as he did. If they shared a can, they would not be hungry. Compared with sufficient food, water was a little too much. All three of them had only one bottle with them. Qi Yan's had drunk all, and Song Fei's had only one. He Zhiwen was the most economical. He dared not drink half of it. "Oh, yes, I forgot to ask yesterday. Where did you get the table tennis?" When he rearranged his backpack, it suddenly occurred to him. "There is a special table tennis room on this floor. When I rushed up yesterday, there were a lot of zombies on this floor. For several times, I didn't rush to the elevator and hid there. Later, I took a bag by hand." "Alas, not only table tennis, they also have Internet cafes. Every semester, they hold an electronic competition for hegemony. They also invite us to watch the war. It's called" brother department first ". There's no more immorality!" This hatred has not lasted for a day or two. He Zhiwen often thinks of it, but still feels uneasy. Song Fei has never seen the battle with his own eyes, but he also knows that the school of computer science has such an enviable fine tradition: "you can borrow a classroom, get a few laptops, and connect them every minute." "Other people are computer colleges, and they are famous for competing for supremacy in E-sports. Do we engage in E-sports in physics college?" "Seinfeld really didn't want to give some serious advice to the students of physics department "can't say that," as a physics academy student, his own academy can make complaints about himself, but others can't criticize. "What is serious about our company's fixed pulley bearing race, the movable pulley innovation competition, and the falling object competition"? Which one is not just eager to listen? " Song Fei Qi Yan: "it sounds really interesting." He Zhi asked: "right, right? I'll tell you that the fixed pulley is the most powerful. Last year, a senior made it beautiful and super practical. In the competition, a teacher in the courtyard was hoisted! If it wasn't for the pulley getting stuck and the teacher hanging in mid air for nearly an hour, the champion would be his! " Qi Yan Otherwise, you'd better engage in electronic competition. " For a long time after that, he Zhiwen leaned against the corner of the wall and did not speak. Qi Yan didn't expect that his casual words had such great power. Originally, he was just chatting. Unexpectedly, he met a glass heart and felt a little sorry: "I take back the foreword. The competitions held by your college are really a collection of knowledge and interest, which are in line with the spirit of contemporary college students...." He Zhiwen was happy and quickly explained, "I'm not uncomfortable with you." Qi Yan was puzzled. "Just a little nostalgic for the old days," he Zhiwen looked out of the window, the sun shining on his face, a bright light, "class, after class, eat, do experiments, review, examination I didn't feel anything at that time, but now I think about it all of a sudden. " Song Fei calculated the days and jokingly said, "it's only 20 days since the life you miss." "Only 20 days?" He asked unexpectedly, lying on the table, looking at the ceiling, melancholy, "how do you feel like 20 years." In fact, Song Fei knew what he asked. There is a saying that is very common, but it is appropriate - happy time is always fleeting, and miserable time is always passing like a year. Once plain as water life, now want to come, but full of thin quiet taste. But, that kind of stability, that kind of youth don't know worry, still can come back? Three people miss the past, but also worried about the scattered comrades in arms. Compared with their three clear targets, the four comrades in arms who pointed to the radio and lured the enemy to the other two buildings were in the state of complete information interruption. Will they choose to stick to it, wait for their comrades to return to rescue, or break through? Or out of consideration of objective conditions and trust in their three comrades in arms, like Zhao he, withdraw to the canteen safely? No one knows. Of course, it's best to withdraw the canteen, but if not, the three of them will delay for one minute in the Gewu building, which will be more dangerous for the other four partners. Thinking of this, the three little friends made a bold decision to attack during the day. Ten minutes later, the attack was aborted. The only gain was that the position of three people was transferred from the classroom on the seventh floor to the physics laboratory on the eighth floor. "They are simply invincible in the daytime." The memory of half a minute ago, seizing life, Song Fei is still palpitating. "Leng's fear is horizontal, horizontal's fear is not fatal, they see attack completely do not hide, if we can also do so, maybe who will win." He Zhiwen is out of breath, but his fighting spirit will last forever. "The question is, can we not hide?" Song Fei is so angry that he wants to kick him. If he says this, he doesn't say it! After a long time of bickering, Song Fei found out that, no, this is the eighth floor. Doesn't it mean that all the buildings above the seventh floor are computer academies? How can there be a physics laboratory? "There are too many people in our hospital and there is not enough space. The Dean discussed with the school and insisted on coming to half a floor." He Zhi asked, "but I also heard that it was already like this when I entered the school."Song Fei nods his head to solve the puzzle. Then he finds that Qi Yan has not spoken since he came in. Looking up, he finds that he is sitting in front of an experimental table playing deep. Song Fei goes over curiously and finds that he has opened a box of weights on the table. Now he is absorbed in gazing at the metal weights with different sizes but all polished. He is thoughtful. Just as Song Fei wanted to ask you what you think, Qi Yan suddenly took out all the weights and put them into the plastic bag that he didn't know where. Moreover, one table was not enough. He had a great posture of robbing the whole laboratory. He Zhiwen was stunned, and it took him a long time to react and stop: "Hey, what can't be touched in the laboratory is public property. Besides, how to do the experiment after you take us away! " Song Fei grabbed his back neck and said, "I have fully felt your deep love for the College of physics, but the premise of doing experiments is not that the experimental tools are complete, but that the experimenters still have life." He Zhiwen hesitated, but he was still unwilling: "but..." Qi Yan stopped and raised his eyelids faintly: "if you are a superhero now, physics man, what you throw out in a battle is a flying knife, is that right?" He Zhi asked, "no!" Qi Yan: "where are the weights?" He Zhi asked: "handsome explosion!" The change of thinking is so huge and rapid that he Zhiwen even turned back and suggested to Song Fei: "when I am a physics man, you should also think of a name for yourself." Every teenager has a superhero dream in his heart. But - Song feibai looked at him and turned his head silently. Qi Yan poured the last box of weights into the plastic bag and gently explained, "no, he's a black widow." The sun sets, the moon rises, and night falls. It's only six in the evening, but the whole world is as dark as midnight. Qi Yan peeped out his head from the laboratory and looked around in the light of the corridor. The next second, more than a dozen ping-pong balls to the right side, and with the initial speed along the corridor right Pentium! Qi Yan quickly closed the door of the laboratory and listened to it with his ears close to the door. Song Fei and he Zhiwen hold their breath and stand by at any time. Noisy footsteps came from the left side of the corridor, quickly ran past the laboratory door and continued to the right. Right now! Qi Yan opened the door neatly and ran to the left without hesitation! Song Fei and he Zhiwen immediately keep up with each other and try to keep their running feet on the ground to minimize the noise! I don't know if there is not enough light at night, the temperature drops, and the activity of zombies is also affected to a certain extent. The stairwell was deserted and empty. The three men ran to the 11th floor at one go. They saw the 12th floor on their head and just met the first zombie. It was an old man with silver hair and thin body. Half of his face was covered with dry blood clots. The other half of his face was relatively clean, and his appearance could be seen. Usually, such old people are re employed professors. Although three of them are not students of each other, it's not pleasant to see the old man like this at first sight. The three people here hesitated a little, and the zombie over there had already come. Fortunately, the speed of zombies is not fast, which should have something to do with their age and constitution. Qi Yan holds the mop gun tightly, does not retreat does not hide, and so on zombie enters the attack scope is a gun! Qi Yan's tactics are very simple, one shot to fight it down, draw the gun to stab the head again, Song Fei and he Zhiwen are ready to mend the knife at any time. Experience has proved that this is a very effective combat mode. This time, however, he hit the iron plate. When the zombie was about to be stabbed, he suddenly dodged Qi Yan's attack. Instead of saying that, he raised his hand to hold the gun and pulled Qi Yan with a gun! Qi Yan had a premonition at the moment when the other side held the gun, and he prepared for the tough battle. Unexpectedly, the strength of the other side was far greater than he imagined, and it was very skillful. It was not brute force, but with some irresistible rhythm. Qi Yan could not stand any longer, but directly staggered forward and fell into the other side's arms! The zombie had expected that he would bite each other's face without hesitation when Qi Yan fell over! At the critical moment, the struggling Qi Yan raised his hand and pushed his opponent's jaw, and won himself two seconds to breathe! In these two seconds, Song Fei's metal chopsticks have gone straight to the zombie temple! He Zhiwen's knife also attacks the Zombie's face! Hold on for another 0.01 seconds, the tip of Song Fei's metal chopsticks will be zombie temple. But no, I can't hold on! Qi Yan's hand was finally pressed down by the head of the zombie. Then the head of the zombie suddenly dropped heavily and knocked on Qi Yan's goggles! And this drop, just avoid the chopsticks of Song Fei! He Zhiwen's knife was still stuck, but it was originally aimed at his face. Now it went straight to the forehead and was blocked by the skull. He was stunned and didn't go in. Fortunately, Qi Yan didn't know when to draw a knife from his waist and put it into the temple of the zombie.The zombie didn't move any more and hung heavily on him. Qi Yan put it down as gently as possible and leaned to the corner of the staircase. Although there is no danger, but after all, "there is shock", Song Fei couldn't understand it. He asked with his breath: "it's so old, and still has the strength to control you?" "You don't believe it," Qi said helplessly, "but it's really unusual. Maybe I've practiced it." Song feiji: "what can the teachers of Computer Institute practice?" "Tai Chi." Looking up but not looking down, he Zhiwen knew quite well about the various trends of the school of computer science. "In the past, when I came out and went in class, I could always see him practicing in the open space downstairs. According to the students of the school of computer science, the old man liked it when he was young and had practiced for decades." Qi Yan: "I'm not sure." Song Fei: "in the future, this kind of information will be said in advance!" Although the other party has become a zombie, when it changes from a simple "zombie unknown" to a "mutant with flesh and blood in the past", three people go to see the corpse again, and their mood becomes more complicated. Take a deep breath, Qi Yan first step, continue to go upstairs. Song Fei and he Zhiwen looked at each other and quietly followed. The 11th and 12th floors are all conference rooms and teachers' office areas of the computer institute. Usually, there are fewer people than downstairs. When the accident happened, it was the weekend, and almost all of them were empty. So when they went into the corridor on the 12th floor, they didn't see a zombie again. That's a good thing, of course. But good things that are too smooth always make people uneasy. Three men crept along, holding their breath. According to he Zhiwen, the teacher's office is at the end of the corridor, opposite to the direction of the stairs. Now, they have shortened the distance from the office by one third. The moon is bright. It was a fine night. The shadow of the three people was drawn very long, as if to extend to the depths of darkness. Passing by an empty utility room, he hesitated for two seconds, and Qi Yan came back. Song Fei's question was not clear, so he was in the same place. Qi Yan opened the door carefully, and what he saw was narrow and messy, but it was certain that there was no one or zombie. Qi Yan was the first to enter, and then motioned his comrades in arms to come in. Song Fei probably understood the meaning of Qi Yan, and he Zhiwen, who was still confused, hid in. Qi Yan slowly closed the door, leaving only a gap for his arms to go in and out, and then threw a ping-pong ball in the direction of the stairs where they came. The sound of a ping-pong ball is not big, but at the moment when everything is quiet, it is clear and loud. Until the bouncing sound of table tennis almost completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, sporadic footsteps ran through the utility room, the number of people is small, it should be three. He Zhiwen also realized that this was Qi Yan's last clearance. The teacher's office is close at hand, but the closer to success, the more sober and cautious he is. To some extent, Qi Yan, who can do this, is frightfully calm. When they open the door again and enter the corridor, all three of them are at ease. It is to relax themselves, but also to make themselves more calm. After about ten steps, the three finally came to the office. It's a solid wood door with no visible glass on it. And the only two office windows, all with shutters, fit perfectly, and didn't even leave a gap. Qi Yan held the doorknob, pressed it gently, and pushed his wrist forward unconsciously. The door is unlocked! Qi Yan's heart moved. The door leaf had been opened easily under the push, and everything in the office was uncovered. In the cold moonlight, most of the stations were empty, with a figure sitting in front of a desk. He sat motionless in his chair with his back to the door, unable to tell "he" or "it" from the angle of the door Song Fei and he Zhiwen also saw it. In the distance, there was a faint sound in the corridor, like footsteps, or something else. Qi Yan doesn't hesitate any more, but flashes in. After Song Fei and he Zhiwen follow up, he immediately closes the door. Click. At the same time of closing the door, Qi Yan dropped the lock. Song Fei and he Zhiwen are worried, but they also know that it's safe. At least they can only deal with this one in the room without worries. However, the door lock did not let this one turn around, and my friends still felt numb. "Teacher?" He Zhi asked tentatively, "well, let's borrow the radio." Qi Yan and Song Fei look at him in surprise. He Zhiwen nodded his head gently, and the meaning could not be more obvious - this is the master of the radio! The person in the chair was originally bent back, as if his head was to be lowered to the table top, but he suddenly straightened up slowly. The next second, the swivel chair suddenly moved. In the creaking sound, the figure turned from the back to the door to the front. Finally, the friends saw his bloody face and the small black radio that they had been holding in their arms for a long time."I don't know what you think," Song Fei swallowed. "Anyway, I don't think he would like to borrow it..."
