When Tang Xinjue received the call for the second time, she was climbing over the school wall.
As they expected, it seems that the main entrance area connecting the dormitory area and the teaching area is full of unprecedented bustling and bustling, as if it is specially designed to block the passage of students. Almost half of the school's zombies are partying here, and the morning rush hour subway is blocked abruptly. .
To pick up Zhang You, climbing over the wall became the only choice.
"Hello? Heart formula?"
Zheng Wanqing's voice was hidden in the soft sound of Cao Cong.
The person on the phone sounded very happy: "Fortunately, I didn't leave the medical building directly, otherwise I wouldn't have met those two people! They gave me your contact information... By the way, where are you now?"
Tang Xinjue simply judged the location, and after explaining it, he asked, "Where are you?"
Zheng Wanqing was elated: "Oh, I'm in a room on the third floor of the medical building. There's a student base here, and they're chasing me outside!"
Tang Xinjue: "..."
"It doesn't sound like a good thing, do you need help?"
"No, I'll just jump out of the window to find you then. It's just that there are two students here, and their situation is a bit complicated now."
Zheng Wanqing quickly told what happened just now.
She sneaked into the stronghold mainly to find a phone, but when she found it, she realized that the school had a power outage, and happened to run into two students who claimed to know Tang Xinjue, so she fished them out of the stronghold and snatched two mobile phones by the way.
According to her, the combat ability of the stronghold organizer is almost negligible. Until this group of people found that all the helpers could not beat them, they sneaked out a few tubes of injections from the second floor and injected them into the "helpers".
"That thing is like a stimulant, but it's weird. One tube is red and the other is black. The red one is used to pierce their own people, and the black one is used to pierce us."
Zheng Wanqing was not hit, but the two students she rescued were not spared. She took the two of them to temporarily hide in the room, and witnessed the process from their painful convulsions to their bodies gradually turning into zombies.
Tang Xinjue could hear not only Zheng Wanqing's voice in the microphone, but also banging on the door and moans of pain.
The students at the stronghold who received the red injection not only went berserk, their strength soared, and they barely felt pain and danger. Zheng Wanqing complained that if the virus turns people into dead zombies, then the red injection will turn people into "living zombies", a monster that only knows how to obey and attack.
How could this drug appear in the hands of ordinary students
"Another injection..." Tang Xinjue thought.
In the stronghold of the Dongmen cafeteria, the organizers forced the students to inject a black liquid.
They are all controlled by a few organizers with hundreds of students, and their attitudes are indifferent and treacherous. It's not like a real asylum, but using and squeezing, but it's also a relationship of competition and hatred between each other...
Zheng Wanqing suddenly gasped: "The zombie mutation of these two seems to have stopped?"
But the frenzied howling and hitting outside the door continued, so it shouldn't be the reason that the reagent time limit had expired.
While Zheng Wanqing narrated, she took a closer look and found that the two people's bodies no longer twitched, their breathing did not disappear, and their vital signs obviously stabilized.
Although the festering and wounds were still shocking on the skin, she could feel that the menacing mutation just now had returned in vain, and the two in front of her had returned to normal.
"Uh, uh—"
The girl with a hairstyle similar to Guo Guo woke up first, and started to vomit as soon as she opened her eyes. She dug her throat and spit out a lot of dirty blood and broken tissues, but her complexion recovered a lot.
She looked up blankly: "I, am I alive again?"
In a few seconds, another boy did the same thing. Zheng Wanqing made a decisive decision: "Just wake up, let's go first!"
The sofas, tables and chairs against the iron door were already shaking, and the door lock was even more precarious.
She quickly jumped downstairs from the window, and then caught the two who jumped down one by one. He was about to leave, but stopped because of Tang Xinjue's words.
Tang Xinjue said: "Those injections are probably related to the zombie virus. They are using students as petri dishes."
Zheng Wanqing was stunned, recalling the scene she had just seen, the students on the first floor were basically depressed, with abnormal abscesses on their bodies.
This is the medical building. There are plenty of food, water and medical supplies on the second and third floors, but none of the bandages were used on these students. Coupled with the abnormal gathering of groups of zombies outside the building...
Under the bewildered gazes of the boys and girls, Zheng Wanqing turned around and walked to the main entrance of the medical building, smashing down the shovel!
On the other side, Tang Xinjue crossed the road junction and successfully met Zhang You who rushed over.
Before Zhang You could catch his breath, he heard a loud ringing on Tang Xinjue's phone.
"Is this Wan Qing knocking on the door?"
She knew without guessing, because Guo Guo wouldn't make such a big fuss.
Then the door opened, and after the commotion, Zheng Wanqing's voice re-emerged:
"I didn't slam the door, I just knocked twice to remind them that those crazy people are on the third floor now, if anyone wants to run away, they can run away."
As for those students how to choose, it is their own business.
"By the way, I also let two people come out. You can study it in a while... Hey, hurry up and follow me."
She reminded the two behind her.
The two students ran panting: "But boss, you are too fast..."
They also want to follow, but they can't catch up at all!
Although he was exhausted to death, the benefits were obvious - the pursuers at the stronghold were thrown away by them, and soon disappeared.
According to Tang Xinjue's guidance, Zheng Wanqing took a detour along the road with few zombies, and the two teams finally met in a supermarket.
"People safe is good."
Zhang You checked and confirmed that none of Zheng Wanqing and the others showed signs of infection.
The boys and girls who were unlucky all morning were called Yang Hang and Sun Qian respectively. The horrible festering caused by the black potion still remained on their bodies, and they didn't notice it when they were busy running for their lives, but now they almost fainted from fright when they saw it at first glance:
"I'm dying, I must be dying..."
Yang Hang fell limply to the ground, as if seeing that he was about to turn into a zombie.
Sun Qian was much calmer, and she trusted the judgment of Tang Xinjue and his party even more. What's more, she has experienced the feeling of dying, but now she seems to be healthier than in the morning.
"I also don't think I have symptoms of infection."
She thought for a while, and said firmly: "Many infected people will get sick within an hour, and the more intense the exercise, the faster the onset. If the two of us were infected, we should have mutated during the run just now."
Yang Hang's eyes were blurred with tears: "Really? But even if we didn't die, we would still be disfigured."
Sun Qian was speechless: "... Then next time you die, I will disfigure you, okay?"
"When you were at the Dongmen student base, did you have any abnormal reactions every time you injected medicine?" Tang Xinjue asked suddenly.
Sun Qian was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while, and said, "Actually, after the injection, we can't remember a lot. We just remember the pain all over our body, convulsions, breathlessness, and confusion like a dream. It lasted for more than an hour. .”
"There is no skin ulceration or zombification?"
The girl shook her head: "No."
The two black injections are clearly of different varieties.
According to her supplementary memories, the base of the canteen at the East Gate is also completely different from the base of the infirmary. The organizers in the cafeteria did not use injections to control the students. They used violence in large numbers, while the organizers in the infirmary used even more shady methods.
For ordinary students, the level of terror is comparable.
Tang Xinjue continued to ask: "Will I have hallucinations? It's not limited to after the injection."
This time, Sun Qian thought for a long time before answering: "It seems... yes?"
She and Yang Hang looked at each other.
Yang Hang sniffled: "Every time I inject that thing, I have the illusion that I'm dead, and I'm lying on the sports field basking in the sun."
Sun Qian frowned tightly, she was a bit speechless at first. But when he looked into Tang Xinjue's eyes, the backlog of fear seemed to be inexplicably diluted again, and he couldn't help but say:
"I sometimes dream that I am completely dead, not turning into a zombie, but more terrifying than a zombie, and dying in despair..."
She shivered suddenly, her expression became dazed again, and she couldn't remember the rest of the content.
The two faced each other, Tang Xinjue and Zhang You Wanqing looked at each other, and saw the same guess from each other's eyes.
Tang Xinjue's voice sank slightly: "The organizer of the East Gate stronghold, what kind of clothes do you usually wear?"
Sun Yang and Sun Yang didn't know why: "They all wear similar clothes, with red stripes on a white background, like sportswear."
606 three people:!
At this moment, the narration of the two students overlapped with Guo Guo's prophecy and hallucination, pointing to the same answer that was ready to come out—
The organizer of the Dongmen canteen stronghold is the executor of that sacrifice!
What about the organizer of the medical building? What kind of position do they play in this dungeon? Before the three of them had time to continue asking, Tang Xinjue suddenly caught a light sound, and raised the shovel to block in front of them.
"Someone."
The five of them tensed up at the same time, observing the surroundings intently, only to hear the voice in the silent air getting clearer and getting closer—and finally stopped behind a shelf.
After a rustle, the entire shelf was pushed away from the middle to the sides, revealing the space behind.
And behind the shelves, a group of disheartened students came out cautiously. The moment they saw Tang Xinjue and the others, their expressions were even scarier than Yang Hang:
"There are zombies, run away!"
The leader turned his head and ran in without hesitation, but forgot that there was a group of people crowded behind him. He stepped on his shoes and got stuck in front of his crotch, and fell one by one like dominoes, falling in a mess amidst screams. into one piece.
"Don't panic, the zombies can't run as fast as us, we can rush back, and we will be safe when we get back to the stronghold! Don't panic!"
The leader shouted hoarsely, completely forgetting that he was hanging at the back of the crowd, no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't push the teammate who fell in front of him.
Tang Xinjue and his party: "..."
Do they look like zombies
Yang Hang sniffed, and tentatively said, "Well, classmate, we are not zombies."
The leader glanced at him, and turned back decisively: "You are all corpses, you are a liar! Everyone, run quickly, we will be safe when we return to the stronghold..."
"stronghold?"
Tang Xinjue caught the word.
She remembered that in addition to the two strongholds of the East Gate Infirmary, there is also a third stronghold that has the least sense of existence until now.
"Are you from the Student Affairs Center?"
The author has something to say: ------
False stronghold: Enron guards the house without worrying about food and drink, the mutated nurse Rong
The real stronghold: the group junglers are exhausted, poor and unlucky