Xue Xiaolu suddenly let out a scream, Qin Luo was okay, Lu Qingbai was not a field worker, and his mental quality was not strong enough, which almost made her lose her temper in fright, and then he followed Xue Xiaolu's gaze, and his face turned blue— A corpse on the dissecting table was staggering up by itself, its skin was pale gray.
Then Lu Qingbai's gun really went off, hitting the corner of the dissecting table with a "bang", sparks flew everywhere.
Qin Luo's hand was much more stable than his. As soon as he raised his hand, the bullet directly sank into the middle of the forehead of the crawling corpse.
So that man dragged his stomach which had not had time to sew up and lay down straight, and the back of his head hit the dissecting table with a crisp sound.
Xue Xiaolu opened her eyes wide, and it took her a long time to say tremblingly: "Then... what is that thing? Doctor Lu, are you sure he is dead?"
Lu Qingbai's hand holding the gun was not calm, but his mind was very calm. He turned around and waved to the other two people: "The headquarters is not safe, let's leave here first."
He hesitated for a moment, picked up a box of scalpels, held the gun in both hands, and walked in the first place, with Xue Xiaolu in the middle and Qin Luo with his back to the two of them. At that moment, Qin Luo felt that he heard a low roar that definitely did not belong to humans. Shocked, she glanced at Xue Xiaolu and Lu Qingbai in front of her out of the corner of her eye, feeling that the two of them were already nervous enough, so they didn't dare to speak out.
The footsteps of the three people echoed in the corridor, and the corridor seemed to be endless. Every time they passed a corridor, the camera of the surveillance system above their heads seemed to be alive, and it would slowly turn around an angle, " Stare at them as they walk by.
A faint cold light flashed on the mechanical screen.
The three of them were very familiar with the headquarters, went straight downstairs, passed the lobby cautiously, and walked towards the gate. Suddenly, Lu Qingbai stopped, and Xue Xiaolu was focusing on the two sides. Seeing him stop suddenly, she also She couldn't help turning her body slightly, and glanced over Lu Qingbai. With just one glance, she felt a chill running down her back—the place that should have been the gate turned into a wall, and all the doors and windows were sealed. Stubbornly, a clown's face was hung at the original gate, with a malicious light in his eyes, and she saw with her own eyes that the corners of the clown's mouth slowly turned up.
Suddenly, cheerful music that is common in playgrounds rang out, even mixed with the whistling wind, as if there was really a merry-go-round next to them.
However, as the clown's smile on the wall got bigger and bigger, the music became slower and slower, and the rhythm was stuck there, and the beats became heavier and heavier like mourning music, with a faint sense of weirdness.
The three stood together back to back, footsteps sounded everywhere, Qin Luo turned around, and saw countless "people" walking towards them like them, all of them had livid skin, and she could clearly see the one who bore the brunt. There is also a bullet mark on his forehead!
The gunshots sounded, and these zombies fell down one after another, rushing towards them like the waves of the Yangtze River pushing forward.
While fighting, Lu Qingbai felt that something was wrong, he turned his back suddenly, and found that Qin Luo and Xue Xiaolu had disappeared—no, it wasn't that they disappeared, it was that they suddenly became many, I don't know when , the zombies in the whole room turned into countless Xue Xiaolus, countless Qin Luos, and even... countless himself.
Each of them held a gun and looked at each other blankly.
Lu Qingbai has never been so creepy in his life.
Then the sky finally brightened, and the white smoke slowly dissipated from the eyes. Everyone seemed to have woken up from a heart-wrenching dream, or they were either alive or dead, or abandoned in the maze where time and space never reached. Years, or avoiding and shooting each other with a group of themselves and teammates, exhausted physically and mentally.
Chang Dou suddenly burst into tears, breaking the silence of the entire morning. He said, "Where am I? Where is this?"
The forced sleep has been closed, and the sealed doors and windows are opened to let in direct sunlight. Everyone listened to Chang Dou's crying in silence, as if it had been a lifetime, or... a lifetime.
A reveille sounded outside the door—I haven’t heard such an ancient thing for many years. Several people were stunned for a moment. The sound of the reveille was very penetrating, like a signal, digging them out of the trap of the past and present. come out.
It was only then that Hu Bugui realized that he was still holding Su Qing in his arms. Fortunately, everyone was in a trance and no one noticed. He lowered his head and met Su Qing's gaze. After a while, the two looked away at the same time, and each got up from the bed.
Hu Bugui said neatly: "Chang Dou, don't cry, everyone pack up and get up, today is the first day of training, don't be late."
Obviously only one night passed, but it seemed like a lifetime, Fang Xiu wiped his face silently, then glanced at Chang Dou, who was messed up beside him, and picked up the other person's coat He got up, threw it on Chang Dou's face, and muttered: "If you howl again, I'll sell you." Get up from the bed.
The officer who received them the night before appeared quickly. This middle-aged man was in a very good state of mind. Under Qishuang's gaze as if he was about to peel off his skin, he still saluted calmly and turned around to lead the way: "Please follow me Come here for breakfast."
It seemed that he didn't worry at all that someone behind him would pick up a brick and hit him on the head.
The officer took them to a large dining hall, which was the old-style dining hall with a window. There was a large wooden table with uneven heights in the middle, and a circle of long benches beside it. Two people could sit on a bench. There are seven sets of bowls and chopsticks on it, and there are steamed buns, dim sum and fritters next to it, and a large bowl of noodles with oily flowers.
Several people who had just escaped from "Lost Forest", "Grey Maze" and "Zombie War" looked at each other, and found that they had traveled back to the scene of "Going to the Countryside" this time.
Lu Qingbai sneered, poked the steamed buns on the table with his chopsticks, raised his head and asked, "Comrade, there won't be any hallucinogens in it, right?"
The officer smiled kindly: "The conditions in the training class are limited, and the food is simple and light. You don't mind, but you're tired all night, so let's eat more."
When Lu Qingbai's temper comes up, he will be relentless, Su Qing holds him down, showing a nonchalant smile: "It's hard work for you to get up early in the morning, so many things are wasted if you can't finish them, why don't you eat with us? "
— This is the hidden truth in a real smile.
Clay figurines also have a three-point earthy nature. The officer glanced at them and understood what was going on. The ST training class has a tradition of giving strong drugs on the first night, and various situations are most likely to happen the next morning. Seeing Su Qing's appearance, he knew that if he didn't sit down, none of these people would move their chopsticks, so he went to the window to get a set of tableware, sat down with them, and first filled a big bowl for himself Noodles, eat them in big mouthfuls.
Only then did Hu Bugui lower his eyes, and gestured to the others. Several people picked up the chopsticks one after another, but Su Qing was not in a hurry. He had nutritional supplements in his pocket. Playing with noodles with chopsticks, while looking at the officer sitting opposite him, he began to ask: "What do you call comrade?"
"Surname Zhong, Zhong Shiliang."
"Oh...then it doesn't matter if I call you Brother Zhong?"
Zhong Shiliang looked at him and smiled: "You can also call me Lao Zhong."
Su Qing bent her eyes and smiled, and poked a few times in her bowl with chopsticks: "We participated in the training, which was arranged by the higher authorities. It stands to reason that we should do what the organization tells us, and we shouldn't be more What are you asking, right?"
Hu Bugui didn't stop him, and let the imperial diplomat play on his own, only listening to him sighed as if it was a real thing: "But, you see, our team is also a new team. When we usually go out on missions at the headquarters We have to start to adjust again, many things are not well coordinated, so I have a worry, what if our group of people disappoints the organization?"
Zhong Shiliang put down the bowl, looked at Su Qing calmly, and said in his heart that although this little comrade is not old, he really has the true biography of General Xiong, and said: "Don't worry about this, our training center will definitely do our best We will do our best to help everyone successfully complete this training.”
"Yes, I need to trouble you." Su Qing conveniently picked up a piece of meat for Zhong Shiliang and put it in his bowl. Unfortunately, there was no wine on the table due to discipline restrictions, otherwise he would probably stand up and push a glass for a change "Aren't I worrying about being poor? Alas, to tell you the truth, I have never received any formal military training. I always feel that I am inferior to others. I am trembling. Well, I am less confident."
Fang Xiu almost choked in his throat with a mouthful of noodle soup, and Hu Bugui picked up the bowl to block the smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The dinner table was silent, the others were responsible for feeding themselves, and Su Qing was responsible for making friends with Zhong Shiliang. After a meal, those who didn't know thought that Su Qing and Zhong Shiliang were old comrades-in-arms who had known each other for a long time.
While talking, when the topic came back, Su Qing had a sincere frown on her face: "I have no idea, and I am even more frightened to participate in such a high-standard training."
Zhong Shiliang asked him: "What's the bottom line?"
"I don't even know the content of the training. Look, Lao Zhong. I have been relying on sympathy to pass the physical examination since I was a child. If there is a five-kilometer weight-bearing cross-country run, why don't I go directly to see Max?" Su Qing opened her eyes and said Nonsense, "Besides, I also heard that there is psychological quality training in the army. My psychological quality... cough, don't mention it!"
As he spoke, he habitually took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed one to Zhong Shiliang familiarly. After being rejected by Zhong Shiliang, he squinted his eyes and touched the lighter to light it. The broken lighter that was turned off last night flickered out, and Hu Bugui stretched out a hand from the side and snatched the smoke away: "Smoking is not allowed in the early morning."
Su Qing turned her head to look at him, pursed her lips, unexpectedly did not express any objection, and honestly put the cigarette case back into her pocket. Turning around and continuing to tell Zhong Shiliang: "You don't know, I still recognize the bed. Last night, when I didn't sleep well, I had a dream. I dreamed that many trees had become spirits, and they chased me desperately. I was so scared. I'm the shit out of it, and my legs are still weak."
Zhong Shiliang looked at him and smiled: "What you had last night was not a dream, but the 'multi-frequency variable dimension space' that you entered the training class."