Lu Xiuyuan felt that he had never been so lucky.
His and Shen Shi'an's student ID cards were stamped in the same batch, and the traces on the photos just matched; the captain of the rescue team seemed to be in a hurry to evacuate, and did not further verify his identity; Professor Li was not in the same batch as him and was escorted to Helicopter line, so did not see him…
He put the sweater hat on his head, pulled the zipper to the highest point, and followed the last group of rescued people to the wooden bridge leaving the island in the middle of the lake.
He should be grateful to the more than 5,000 students who were left behind. Their dissatisfaction and doubts were deafening, so the slightest recognition of him was like salt grains rolled into boiling water, disappearing in an instant;
He should be more thankful for the resolute and iron-blooded style of the captain of the rescue team. He drew/handled/fired three shots in the air amidst overwhelming doubts. Waiting for the next wave of rescue."
The corners of Lu Xiuyuan's lips covered under his collar revealed a hint of sarcasm: he had guessed a long time ago, how could the rescue team explain why only "Shen Shi'an" was brought in for such a dirty deal due to money and power? Let others hear it.
He hears conversations that others don't, sees truths that others don't, and clings to an opportunity when it's fleeting.
If there is any error in any link, then he can only stay here and wait for death. But no, nothing went wrong, everything was more perfect than he had prayed for, and it went unbelievably smoothly.
Lu Xiuyuan thought it was God's will. God wanted him to live.
Therefore, when the helicopter had already flown out of the city of H, and Professor Li realized what had happened when the rescuers called him "Mr. Straighten slowly.
He did nothing wrong. The rescue team retreated in such a hurry, even if he didn't replace Shen Shi'an, they would not take such a big risk to save people in the community.
Shen Shian is staying at home safely, with water and food, and bodyguards to protect him. Compared with others, he has too many advantages. Since his life is not in danger whether he goes with the rescue team or not, why? Can't you give yourself this extra chance of survival
If someone else is in his position and encounters the same situation as him, he will only make the same choice as him.
The plane has already driven so far, even if the rescue team finds out that he is not Shen Shi'an at this time, it is absolutely impossible to turn back to save people. Professor, I am also your student, and my life is my life. Do you really want to expose my lies at this time for a piece of worthless truth
He won the bet. Professor Li was silent for a while, but finally said nothing. He just lowered his eyes and refused to look at him again.
Lu Xiuyuan didn't mind, he turned his gaze to the outside of the plane window, and the buildings the size of a matchbox receded rapidly, and the afterglow of the setting sun was warm and spectacular.
He wasn't particularly worried about seeing Shen Shi'an's family after the plane landed. The captain of the rescue team told the vice principal that the plane would take the scientific research personnel to the nearest military/military base, and the base had already prepared special experimental equipment. That Mr. Gu is far away in the capital, so it is impossible for him to travel across half of China to the base on the third day after the outbreak of the virus.
Even if he finds out that his identity is fake later, what can he do, finally rescue him, and kill him again for an unchangeable fact? He was willing to take the risk.
As long as he reaches the base smoothly, he can survive. Lu Xiuyuan thought to himself while looking at the blazing and gorgeous sunset glow outside the window.
He just wants to live.
When the three helicopters evacuated from City H, Shen Shi'an had already cleared out the second floor of the library with more than 20 survivors.
The fourteen survivors with wounds had not mutated, which proved that they were not injured by zombies, and they were freed by others. The man who was bitten by the zombie had turned into a zombie five hours ago, and his brain was pierced by the man with glasses.
So far, there are a total of fifty-four survivors in the library, including nineteen women and thirty-five men. Except for Shen Shi'an who brought a child, there is also a mother in her thirties who also brought a child. The child is much older than Shen Xun, and looks like he should be seven or eight years old.
There were a total of fifty-four survivors, of which only twenty-three chose to go to the second floor to clean up the zombies with Shen Shi'an. Excluding the two children, the other twenty-eight people refused to participate in the clean-up operation for various reasons.
There were obviously more zombies on the second floor than on the first floor, but relying on their speed, reflexes, and cooperation with each other, the twenty-four survivors successfully eliminated all the zombies without anyone being injured.
After working together to throw all the zombie bodies from the windows on the second floor, Shen Shi'an carried the child to the bathroom on the second floor, and finally found a chance to clean himself up. He was covered in a thick layer of cement slag and various ashes in the explosion caused by the crash of the passenger plane. After moving the bookshelves and dealing with the zombies, he was sweating again, so not only was he dirty from head to toe at this time, but also It was uncomfortably sticky.
According to Shen Shi'an's obsession with cleanliness, he can't wait to enter the space to take a good bath immediately, scrub from head to toe carefully, and then change into clean and dry clothes, but right now he obviously doesn't have this condition, so he can only take out a towel from the space under the cover of his backpack , Wipe all the places that can be wiped after soaking in tap water. In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore, and simply washed my hair all over.
Shen Xun sat on the sink shaking his calf, he came out of the space after the explosion, and was protected by Shen Shi'an all the way, his body was very clean, with a milky scent of shower gel.
He was staring at Shen Shi'an wiping his hair, when a person walked in with a pair of glasses on his nose, the one who talked a lot before.
"What a lovely child," the man with glasses praised Shen Xun, then smiled and stretched out his hand to Shen Shi'an: "Let me introduce myself, my surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Ze. I don't know what is the name of this gentleman?"
Shen Shi'an wrung out the towel, folded it neatly, put it in the side pocket of the backpack, and said, "Shen." He said concisely and indifferently, and did not shake his hand.
The man with glasses didn't seem to mind, he took his hands back calmly, washed his face and walked out of the bathroom, before he even said hello to Shen Shi'an: "Then I'll go out first, Mr. Shen with the child It’s not easy, just let me know if you need any help.”
As soon as he left, Shen Xun bared his teeth at his back, and said to Shen Shi'an, "I don't like him."
Shen Shi'an rubbed the child's head, and his indifference from a moment ago was gone: "I don't like him either."
It's not that the man who calls himself Zhang Ze has any quarrel with him, but that the other party is too gentle. Whether it is the attitude and tone when facing other survivors, or the behavior of introducing his name, he is really sociable to the extreme.
If it was before the outbreak of the virus, such a person must be very popular, and Shen Shi'an would not have any doubts about him, but in the current crisis-ridden situation and the deteriorating living situation, he must be prepared for any unreasonable kindness and vigilant.
He wasn't sure what Zhang Ze was planning, or whether he was planning anything, but I wouldn't offend anyone, as long as the other party didn't take the initiative to provoke him, he didn't mind making peace with the other party during the period of refuge in the library get along.
Not long after Shen Shi'an finished speaking, there was a very loud sound of "gulu" and "gulu" in the child's stomach. Moyu-like eyes couldn't help but smile: "Hungry?"
Shen Xun nodded immediately.
That's right, after the meal before leaving home in the morning, the child only ate some desserts and ice cream when collecting supplies in the mall all day long. With Shen Xun's appetite, he should have been hungry long ago, but he has been holding back Did not tell myself.
Shen Shi'an was a little distressed, and took out a vacuum-packed duck leg from his backpack and handed it to him: "Padded your stomach first." Just as someone else walked into the bathroom, he inserted/inserted the thorn stick leaning on the sink into the zipper opening to close it. Go to the bottom of the backpack, then pick up the bag and walk out with the child in your arms.
The first floor was too close to the zombies, so after the second floor was cleaned up, most of the survivors moved up. When Shen Shi'an carried the child out of the bathroom, he could clearly feel that many eyes were focused on the duck leg in the child's hand.
"Mr. Shen," Zhang Ze shouted from the railing, surrounded by a circle of people, like him, survivors who participated in the cleanup operation before: "Do you want to come and join us?"
The city library is a hexagonal prism structure with a cylinder hollowed out in the middle. The volume of the cylinder is not small, and the bottom area is about half of the bottom area of the hexagonal prism. It is surrounded by military-grade bulletproof glass made of the same material as the floor-to-ceiling windows. All kinds of flowers and plants have been cultivated. No matter which floor you look down from the library, you can see a beautiful garden that is thriving and colorful. It is maintained by specialized personnel. The flowers bloom all year round. It is the most famous landscape in the library. one.
Where Zhang Ze and the others are standing now, the library area on the second floor passes through a gate on the left hand side, and the cylindrical glass wall is on the right hand side. There are creepers and other vines climbing up the wall along the wall, which is very fresh and green.
Shen Shi settled down, and walked over with the child in his arms. Without him asking, Zhang Ze took the initiative to explain: "We are discussing how to distribute the materials collected from the library."
Leaving aside the army of zombies surrounding the library at this time, the library is indeed a good place to temporarily serve as a refuge. Not only is it strong enough to effectively prevent zombies from breaking in, but it also has a backup power system and drinking water. There are sufficient resources, and there is a water heater on each floor that can receive boiling water. I don't know how many times better than most places.
The materials Zhang Zekou mentioned are specifically for foods that can supplement calories. There are two vending machines on the first and second floors of the library, one for snacks and the other for drinks. A total of four vending machines, together with the things collected from the lockers and the staff rooms on each floor, is not too small, but for fifty-four survivors, it is certainly not too much.
At present, everyone has different opinions on how to distribute these materials. The survivors who stayed on the first floor hoped to share them equally, but those who participated in the cleanup operation on the second floor were definitely not willing: Why should I take the risk to fight zombies? Do you shine together
Shen Shi'an stood at the edge of the crowd and listened for a while, but didn't make a sound. Zhang Ze still looked gentle, listening to everyone's opinions patiently and carefully. Before the discussion here has reached a conclusion, there was a sudden sound of glass being smashed on the first floor, followed by several roars: "What do you want to do? You fucking shameless, shrinking under the floor when you beat zombies As a tortoise, I am more active than anyone else in grabbing food. I don’t work so hard to make you eat well and live comfortably. As long as I’m here today, you won’t be able to snatch a pack of spicy strips!”
Shen Shi'an and everyone looked at each other, and walked down the stairs at the same time. When they reached the lobby on the first floor, they found that the machine selling snacks had been smashed open, broken glass was scattered all over the floor, and several people nearby were tugging.
One of them saw Zhang Ze and immediately said, "Brother Zhang, these three people want to steal something from the vending machine!"
There were three people who smashed the machine and wanted to get snacks. One, Shen Shi'an, was very familiar with the oval who wanted to close the door in advance to prevent latecomers from entering. Face, surnamed Fang.
The other two are a middle-aged couple, about forty years old, and their surname seems to be Huang. And these three people refused to participate in the clean-up operation and chose to stay on the first floor.
Mrs. Huang immediately became unhappy when she heard this. There were half-inch long nails on her well-maintained hands, and she was about to scratch the face of the person who stopped her: "Steal your mother! This vending machine is yours. Did you spend money to buy it? It’s not yours, I’m hungry and want to take two packs, what’s the matter, howling your mother’s funeral!"
The person who stopped her was one of the participants in the cleanup activity. He was not tall, but he was obviously much stronger than Mrs. Huang. If she encountered this situation before the virus broke out, it might be because good men don’t fight with women or don’t want to mess with her. She backed down a little bit when she was in trouble, but when it was uncertain whether she would be able to survive tomorrow, who would get used to her, who was already full of anger from being surrounded by zombies, and directly grabbed her arm and moved back hard. As soon as she pushed, Mrs. Huang's feet became unsteady and fell to the ground. She was immediately bleeding from the broken glass all over the floor, and her scream pierced her eardrums.
Mr. Huang was startled and angry, and yelled with trembling fingers: "Fuck you! Gobi! Do you think there will be no law when the zombies come? Wait until the rescue team rescues us, I will definitely let you go around. You just wait to go bankrupt!"
This time, another participant with a more violent temper kicked directly, kicked Mr. Huang to the ground and lay next to Mrs. Huang, and the two began to scream together: "Kill, kill, these bandits and hooligans are fighting!" There are so many people killing people!"
"If you call again, I will kill you if you call again! Believe it or not! Stupid idiot!"
"Why are you so fierce? Auntie is a bit anxious, but she is right. The vending machine belongs to the library and not anyone here. Why stop people from taking things."
"If we hadn't cleaned up the zombies, you would have the opportunity to take things! You don't want to work hard when you do things, and you want to take advantage of the supplies when you find them? Are you my father or my mother? I will work hard for you!"
"They are all compatriots in City H. Why do you have to speak so harshly? After this disaster is over, there may be more opportunities to meet in the future. Are you sure that you will never need help from others? Young people, only by forming good karma Do you understand how many more retreats?"
"..."
The quarrel became louder and louder, and the participants and those left behind were in chaos. Shen Shi'an pressed the child's head to his chest to cover his ears, and covered his other ear with his palm. Shen Xun gnawed on the duck legs while watching the play, and burped while stroking his stomach after gnawing.
Seeing that the quarrel between the two sides became more and more outrageous, Zhang Ze's eyes flashed with gloom, and he sternly shouted: "Stop arguing!"
Probably because he proposed several more constructive solutions before, his words still have a certain effect among survivors. When the quarreling stopped, Zhang Ze slowed down his tone: "The biggest contradiction for everyone at present is how to distribute the materials. Now that you know where the problem is, you should find a way to solve it. First gather all the materials and move them all. To the reading room upstairs."
About twenty minutes later, all the survivors divided into two teams and gathered in the center of the reading room on the second floor. The afterglow of the setting sun came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the various drinks and food piled up between the two teams.
"There are two solutions," Zhang Ze said, "One, all materials are divided equally according to the number of people."
Those who stayed behind immediately agreed, while the participants showed displeasure.
Zhang Ze signaled the participants to be safe and calm with his eyes, looked at the left behind and said: "Equal distribution is fine. But since you choose to share equally, you can't just share equally what you find in the library, everyone brings in the materials themselves. Take it out, count the number and divide it together.”
Now it was the turn of the left behind to disagree. The reason why the left-behinds were unwilling to take the risk of going to the second floor to clean up the zombies was not only because they were timid and not strong enough, but also because more than half of the left-behinds rushed into the library with bags and luggage on their backs. When the materials can last for a period of time, why should they take risks when they see that the rescue team is coming
In the same way, many people who chose to participate in the clean-up operation did not care about bringing anything when they fled for their lives, so they could only go to the second floor to try their luck again.
Of course, Shen Shi'an was the exception. His backpack looked bulging, and he was willing to feed such a big duck leg to his children.
Zhang Ze's first plan was eventually rejected by the majority of the left behind. Then he put forward the second method with a gentle expression: "Since everyone is unwilling to share equally, the second method is to distribute according to work. The things brought in by everyone can be kept, and the materials obtained in the library are distributed according to each person's The labor expended in finding supplies is distributed."
After saying this, he stood on the side of the participants, and for the first time when he looked at the left-behinds on his gentle and delicate face, there was another expression, with a faint chill: "Please understand clearly, only these two One option, there is no third option."
Soon, the second plan was unanimously passed.
Zhang Ze's expression became gentle again, and he even put on a smile: "Then let's start distributing the supplies. By the way, Mr. Shen worked the hardest during the process of collecting supplies, so he got the most things. You have no objections, right?" ?”
Shen Shi'an followed the sound to look at those smiling eyes, looked at each other for a moment, and then looked away.
In the end, all the supplies were distributed satisfactorily. As the person who solved the largest number of zombies, Shen Shi'an and Shen Xun shared a pack of sandwich biscuits, a bag of potato chips, a bag of strange beans, a Snickers bar, and a Dove chocolate, a bottle of orange juice, a bottle of fruit milk and a can of Coke.
Shen Xun is not very interested in other things, but he has never drank Coke. Shen Shi'an seldom drank carbonated drinks, and never bought tomato juice produced by Space, even the two cans bought by Yun Feiyang were used to cook Coke chicken wings, Shen Xun always thought it was cooking It was the first time I knew that the seasoning used was a drink that could be drunk, so I immediately pestered Shen Shi'an to open it for him.
I couldn't wait to sit on the chair, and took a big gulp of the cold Coke.
In the next second, he was numb by the abundant carbonic acid gas, his whole body trembled, he spewed out his whole mouth, frowning and flicking his tongue back and forth: This thing is poisonous!
Surprised and annoyed, he raised it up and wanted to throw it, but suddenly he smashed it, smashed his mouth: Huh? Like, it's okay
Then he held the Coke can to his lips and took another sip carefully.
This time, he drank less, so the stimulation of carbonic acid gas was not so strong. Instead, it produced a very strange tingling sensation in his mouth, which he had never experienced before.
Shen Xun jumped off the chair and excitedly ran to Shen Shi'an to share with him: "An'an! There are fish spitting bubbles in my mouth!"
Survivors' laughter echoed sporadically around. Shen Shi'an also laughed, and after taking a sip as the child wanted, he raised his hand and touched his head: "Got it, let's continue playing."
Shen Xun seemed to have discovered some rare treasure, holding the Coke and sitting back on the chair, taking a sip to feel it, and another sip to feel it again, sometimes accidentally drinking too much would wrinkle his whole face into an autumn chrysanthemum, After the numbness passed, I couldn't help but try again.
And when the child was having fun with a can of Coke, Shen Shi'an was preparing a place for the two of them to sleep at night. For safety reasons, the stairwell doors leading from the second floor to the third and first floors have been locked, and everyone gathered on the second floor to rest. The second floor is the reading room. The design is very user-friendly. There are not only tables, chairs and benches, but also sofa cushions and tatami mats that can sit around.
Shen Shi'an took out a tatami mat that was big enough for him and the child to sleep on, took two pillows as pillows, found a corner with one side facing the wall and the other side facing the window and laid it neatly, took out the thorn stick and placed it next to the tatami mat. He took out a thin cashmere blanket from the space through his backpack, shook it off to cover his body, and waved to the child: "Come here, go to sleep."
The child ran over holding the half-drunk Coke can, got into the position between Shen Shi'an and the window and lay down, with a pair of dark green eyes wide open.
Shen Shi'an put the Coke on the ground beside him, "I'll drink it tomorrow." Then he also lay down. The child immediately rolled over and slipped into his arms, sniffing his neck a few times secretly: hee hee, the smell of An'an.
It was dark outside. Today is April 5th, the first day of the third lunar month, which happens to be Qingming Festival. The extremely thin crescent moon is almost invisible, only a few stars give off a dim light, against the hoarse and hoarse screams of the zombie army downstairs, which faintly reveals a sense of desolation and desolation.
In order to save electricity, all the lights on the first floor were turned off long ago, only a few desk lamps were still on on the tables on the second floor, which complemented the starlight outside the window and became the only lights in the dark night of the entire urban area.
The road ahead is difficult, but what is the road ahead? In this kind of night, it can always cause infinite melancholy and hesitation in my heart. But no matter how worried and melancholy you are, as the night gets darker, you and your tired body will all fall into a deep sleep.
Shen Shi'an's breathing was shallow and long, and when everyone fell asleep, there were only a few murmurs in sleep in the reading room, and a pair of eyes opened quietly, reflecting the clear light in the starlight.
He gave the child a light push, waited until the child also opened his eyes, made a "shh" gesture to him, leaned sideways to his ear, and said in a low, inaudible voice: "I Send you into the space, eat well, eat vegetables as well, don’t be picky eaters, add a glass of milk and an egg in addition to rice, don’t forget to eat fruit. Wash your hands and face after eating, and I’ll let you out after making sure there’s no smell. "With the food intake of a child, it is impossible to be full with the little things before.
Shen Xun was irritated by the hot air from his mouth and nose, tried hard not to hide behind, his eyes lit up after hearing his words, and he nodded immediately.
With a thought, Shen Shi'an took the child into the space, and at the same time took out a pillow from the space and placed it beside him, taking Shen Xun's place. The place he chose was hidden, and there were very few survivors resting around. In addition to the cover of the body and the blanket, unless someone came to him and lifted the blanket, it was impossible to find anything unusual.
As soon as Shen Xun on the other side entered the space, he immediately ran to the second floor of the bamboo building. For easy access, the cooked food that Shen Shian cooked before leaving home was placed next to the stairs on the second floor, packed in bento boxes and other containers by category, because the time on the second floor of the bamboo building was stagnant, and it was still hot at this time.
Shen Xun picked out a large braised pork bowl with rice, took a bag of milk and an egg, and put an orange in his pocket, and moved it to the coffee table in the hall on the first floor. Fortunately, he has grown a little taller, otherwise the stairs may not be able to climb back and forth.
The braised pork is made of pork belly mixed with fat and lean. It is fat but not greasy, crispy and delicious, and has an attractive caramel color. The rice and soup are well mixed, each grain of rice is covered with the essence of the gravy, the grains are moderately hard and soft, and slightly elastic, releasing an indescribably rich and sweet aroma with chewing.
Shen Xun took his own special children's spoon, and devoured a large portion of rice in a short time. He didn't even let go of the few grains of rice that were stuck to the lid of the bento box. Only a few sticks of hot rice remained. Qingcai, lying alone in the corner, no one cares about it.
The child frowned in distaste, but when he thought of what Shen Shi'an said, he stuffed the vegetables into his mouth at once, chewed them perfunctorily a few times, and quickly swallowed them.
"I'm not picky," he held up the bento box to show Shen Shi'an outside: "I've eaten everything!"
Shen Shi'an, who can sense all changes in the space in real time, couldn't help laughing silently: Little fool.
After eating the rice bowl, he drank another bag of milk and ate an egg. Finally, he took the orange to the stream, washed his face and rinsed his mouth, and waited for the smell of meat to dissipate. Then he peeled the orange and ate it.
After he couldn't smell it no matter how he smelled it, and after making sure that there was no food smell left, Shen Xun shouted into the air, "An'an, I'm fine!"
Shen Shi'an retracted the pillow and released the child at the same time. After eating and drinking, the child was in a great mood, and leaned into Shen Shi'an's ear and whispered, "It's time for you to go in and eat."
The scalding hot breath sprayed out along with the words, Shen Shi'an only felt itching around his ears, and goose bumps instantly appeared. Moved the child away from his ear, shook his head, and said softly again: "I can't go in, I will be found."
He is different from Shen Xun, he is too big, once he disappears from under the blanket, as long as someone takes a look at him, he will immediately notice something is wrong.
Shen Xun's eyes widened suddenly when he heard the words, his expression looked like he was having an appointment with someone else for truth or dare, he obediently followed the requirements of the adventure, but when it was the other party's turn, he just refused to do it. Angry and anxious, he suffocated his voice and whispered: "But you will be hungry!"
Shen Shi'an patted him on the back reassuringly: "I'm not hungry, I ate ham sausage and biscuits."
The ham sausage is taken from the space through the backpack, and the biscuits are the materials distributed. The duck leg that was given to the child before was very eye-catching. Although his backpack looked bulging because of the clothes, but no matter how much food was eaten, he couldn’t keep going from the backpack endlessly. Bring something out, shall we? And judging from the current situation, they don't necessarily have to stay in the library for a long time. If they eat and drink without any scruples, it will inevitably arouse suspicion from others, thinking that he has another support, so even the bag of biscuits will only eat After filling half the bag, I put it away. Anyway, he has exercises to protect his body, and there is also a spiritual spring that can replenish energy. Even if he really doesn't eat anything, he can survive in a short time.
After hearing this, Shen Xun became even more anxious: How could such a small amount of food be enough to fill me up!
He wanted to go over and say something, but Shen Shi'an held his arms and hugged him into his arms: "Stop making trouble, I'm really not hungry, just sleep well."
Then kissed him on the forehead: "Good night."
The author has something to say: Thick and long! ! ! !
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I very much welcome you to put forward in the comments when you have doubts about a certain storyline. It is every author’s luck to be able to communicate with readers and improve the details of the article and optimize the logical structure in the communication. I especially enjoy it. this process.
But can you not think or explain when a certain plot has not fully unfolded, and come up with "bugs, bugs, a lot of bugs".
I thought to myself that I don't run a bug farm, where do so many bugs come from
Think about it in another way, it’s like you’re doing your homework seriously, and before you’ve finished it, someone passes by and glances at it: “There are so many mistakes, so many mistakes”, but they don’t tell you exactly what he thinks you’re wrong about. Are you upset
Really, if you explain what you think is unreasonable, I can still communicate and discuss with you, and click the label of "a lot of bugs" as soon as I open my mouth. New readers will think that the author has written something messy. Son.
Usually when I encounter this kind of situation, I really want to hate, but after thinking about it, I still don’t want to hate, after all, my character is a gentle and beautiful little fairy (nonsense).
Thank you for reading such a lot of nonsense, and I would like to thank the readers:
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