Song Fei and the others told Lin Dilei about the dormitory and how they escaped. Lin Dilei's eyes turned red when she heard her classmates jumping off the building one after another, and when she heard the school song, she was angry at their indecency. But when Song Fei and the others finished speaking, she stopped talking and sat there quietly holding the bucket of instant noodles, wondering what she was thinking.
The supermarket has become very warm, and this warmth has a stuffy feeling, making it difficult to breathe. But compared to the cold dormitory with no heating, it is really much better.
The six of them were speechless for a while.
The highly tense nerves slowly relax, followed by the return of reason. The siege of reality and the hopelessness of the future made everyone unconsciously depressed.
"Fuck!" Song Fei was suddenly enlightened, and slapped his thigh, "Landline, there is a landline in the office!"
One word awakens the dreamer.
All the partners seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, including Lin Dilei, who cares about the big aunt and the second uncle at this time, jumping up three feet high, scrambling to run to the office area inside!
There are three independent offices and a staff lounge in the office area. The former belongs to managers, finance, supervisors, etc., and the latter is a place for cashiers, tallyers, etc. to eat and rest. The staff needed to change their uniforms, so the entire lounge was opaque, so Song Fei and the others stored the three zombie bodies here, out of sight.
Among the three offices, the supervisor's was the closest to the sales area, and it was also the place where the six rushed in first.
Song Fei ran at the front, went in, picked up the phone and pressed 110, but what came into his ears was a beeping busy tone.
Song Fei didn't give up and wanted to make another call, but after pressing the on-hook button, he didn't wait for the replay, and already felt something was wrong—it wasn't the busy tone after he dialed 110, but the busy tone when he picked up the phone.
The impatient Qiao Siqi saw that Song Fei stopped holding the receiver after playing the number once, and grabbed it to listen to it himself.
He reacted faster than Song Fei, he pressed the hang up button and listened, and he understood what was going on.
"The line is blocked." Qiao Siqi wanted to smile wryly, but in the end he didn't, and just pulled the corner of his mouth bitterly. He handed the receiver, which was still beeping, in front of everyone, the meaning was obvious, just try it if you don't give up.
Everyone tried it.
At a time like this, who wouldn't give up if he didn't hear the busy tone with his own ears
In fact, in the end, six people tried all the landlines in the three offices one by one.
Without exception, they are all busy.
There is nothing in the world that is more painful than empty rejoicing. If you don't have hope at the beginning, you may be able to die and live later, but if you hold hope at the beginning and then the hope is annihilated, then you will not even be able to find the opportunity to turn the corner.
The six returned to their original place dejectedly.
The warm air is even more stuffy.
"Turn off the air conditioner!" Qiao Siqi yelled, but he didn't know who he was addressing, or whether he was sincere or just venting.
Song Fei was also in a bad mood, and choked back mercilessly: "You are not afraid of the cold, and others are afraid, and the earth does not revolve around you alone."
Qiao Siqi was already on fire, but after being attacked like this, he swears uncontrollably: "Fuck!"
"Oh my god, who are you posting, you posting again... Damn! What the hell?!" Song Fei was about to fight Johns to show off his country's prowess, when a cold object suddenly hit his cheek, and he was so cold that his mouth almost shuddered. ladle.
Looking back, it was the old popsicle in Qi Yan's hand.
Fortunately, it was still packed, otherwise Song Fei couldn't imagine how refreshing it would be if he directly hit his face with ice. I am afraid that only Six God can match it.
"Where did you get it?" Song Fei asked, taking it and tearing open the package.
"The freezer over there." Qi Yan distributed the other four to his partner, and opened the last one and put it in his mouth.
The cold touch is a nightmare for the cheeks, but it tastes sweet to the warm and stuffy tongue.
The irritable mood seemed to be cooling down slowly in this bit of coolness.
"Well, cough," Qiao Siqi took a big bite of the popsicle, and looked away uncomfortably, "If you eat popsicles, you don't actually need to turn off the air conditioner."
Song Fei raised his eyebrows maliciously, and said in a strange way: "That's no good, it's so hot, what if the heat ruins our little Qiao?"
Qiao Siqi's black line, turned his head bitterly to face classmate Song: "I've never seen you so narrow-minded!"
"Cut," Song Fei raised his chin and pointed at Qi Yan, "Ask him."
Qiao Siqi looked at Qi Yan in confusion.
The latter spread his hands sincerely: "I haven't seen it either."
Qiao Siqi threw the popsicle angrily, who the hell is looking for a troubled brother? !
The scene of five male students eating popsicles together was not very beautiful. Lin Dilei originally wanted to endure until the end, but she overestimated her ability, so she had to interrupt in the middle to divert her attention: "There is no signal on the mobile phone, and the landline is not connected , the Internet is also down, does it mean that the outside is also... not very optimistic?"
is not it
of course.
Otherwise, everyone wouldn't be so depressed, so irritable, so easy to find faults that they need popsicles to cool down.
It's just that no one wants to tell the truth, the fear of hiding diseases and avoiding doctors, and the self-deception of deceiving oneself.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you're happy or not. I just want to know what's going on outside. Even if it's bad news, you can give me some good news." Zhou Lu sat down weakly and expressed everyone's feelings.
They can convince themselves that they are not afraid and go face to face with zombies.
They can endure difficult conditions, even without food and clothing.
But they cannot bear to be completely cut off from the outside world. Like a small boat that has lost its power and direction, drifting with the tide on the confused sea, when is the head and where is the shore, the people on board have no idea. That feeling drives people crazy.
"But there is still electricity and water," Lin Dilei replied without waiting for an answer, "Does it mean that... it is not hopeless?"
is not it
of course.
"There is still smog." Luo Geng finally found an opportunity and gave the goddess a different kind of encouragement, "There is smog, but there are still human activities, and even some industrial activities are still operating normally. The water and electricity are not cut off, which also shows that the relevant facilities in the city There is power protecting it!"
Qiao Siqi looked at Zhou Lv suspiciously, his eyes flickering, why did he seem to have heard this before
Zhou Yili raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Fei, man, do you want to declare the copyright
Song Fei looked at Qi Yan pleadingly, Lao Luo's first love is not easy, he is already two centimeters shorter than other girls, so in the field of talent, he has to pretend!
Qi Yan nodded imperceptibly, I understand.
"That's true," Lin Dilei smiled at Luo Geng in surprise, "Is this all your inference?"
Luo Geng swallowed: "Yes."
Lin Dilei shrugged: "I don't believe it."
"puff."
"Chi."
"Ah."
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha—"
Luo Geng: "Song Fei, you fucking laugh too much!"
My life is almost gone, and I still want to chase the goddess. Luo's actions have brought great encouragement to the partners. As the saying goes, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. If you don't work hard if you don't see hope, they will not appear here, but will be trapped in the dormitory.
The young partners who regained their strength quickly divided up the labor and cooperated, counting all the edible and usable items in the supermarket, and finally sat together and summarized them one by one—
Qiao Siqi, who is in charge of counting the food: "It's really the motherland on the tip of the tongue. I suspect that we may not be able to finish these things when the rescue comes. Listen carefully to the rich variety, puffed food, bread and biscuits, instant noodles, vermicelli, sausages Pickles, eight-treasure porridge, canned meat, canned fish, canned fruit, melon seeds, peanuts, dried tofu, beef jerky, shredded squid, duck feet, spicy strips, chocolate, jelly... "
Small mine in charge of summarizing: "Stop—"
Qiao Siqi: "Why?"
The other four said: "Because we are already hungry."
In addition to food and drink, there are two long rows full of drinks, mineral water, honey, soy milk, lotus root powder and so on. Only you can't think of it, and you can't eat it without you. And this is only in the sales area. As for the warehouse, although I found the key from the accountant's drawer and opened it, it was full of layers of cardboard boxes, and it was difficult to count for a while.
In contrast, the tool area is relatively barren—
Zhou Lu: "Five folding fruit knives, five screwdrivers, four household scissors, ten utility knives, six small utility scissors, and a box of pencil sharpeners."
Song Fei: "There is no need to count the pencil sharpener..." How big is the diameter that can fit a zombie's head into it.
Qiao Siqi was a little disappointed: "No kitchen knife?"
Luo Geng was speechless: "Do you think the school will let you chop melons and vegetables in the dormitory?"
Lin Dilei wrote down all these clearly on paper, put down her pen, and concluded: "Intuitive weapons are all there now, but many of them are not weapons. We can also use them, DIY. Like a Molotov cocktail, put alcohol in a glass bottle, block Tie it up with a piece of cloth around the mouth of the bottle, and it’s done. It’s a pity that our school supermarket doesn’t sell alcohol, but following this idea, we can definitely come up with other better tricks.”
Lin Dilei's eyes sparkled.
The four men bowed their heads in shame.
"Little Landmine...sister," Qi Yan felt that it was necessary to add an honorific title to show respect, "I leave the other tricks to you, such as Molotov cocktails, which are really beyond the standard for us."
Xiao Lei pursed his mouth, looking back and forth on his comrades' faces in disappointment—
Lin Dilei: "Didn't you hide such sharp sushi knives in the dormitory?"
Zhou Lu: "I swear to God it's just for making sushi, I admit it, I'm bourgeois..."
Lin Dilei: "Your army thorns are simply control weapons!"
Luo Geng: "High imitation, pure collection..."
Lin Dilei: "You still have a Swiss Army Knife!"
Qiao Siqi: "Other people's..."
Lin Dilei: "Your fan... no, your chopsticks... forget it, pretend I didn't ask."
Song Fei: "..."
Why don't you ask me, I'm a man too!
In a closed environment, time becomes no longer distinct. It was so dry and warm, gradually, everyone felt sleepy. Song Fei and the others didn't close their eyes at all last night, Lin Dilei probably didn't really rest in the water room these days. Today's temporary safety makes the exhaustion suppressed by fear overwhelming.
"Let's take a rest first. After tossing around for so long, my head is dizzy. Think about it after waking up, maybe it will be more enlightening." Qi Yan brought a few more packs of quilts, which should be all the stock on the shelf by visual inspection, and opened the package Spread out one by one, which is quite spectacular.
Qiao Siqi went to get six pillows, big and small, cotton and buckwheat, and distributed them to everyone.
The ground with quilts was not so cool, but the quilts had become mattresses, and the covers could only be covered with sheets. Fortunately, the four-piece gift box is enough, and the six friends follow their inner choices, or floral, or square, or cartoon, or solid color, and it is a joy to unpack.
"I've found out that this thing doesn't cost money, and it's pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it." Qiao Siqi covered his body with a cartoon bed sheet, feeling steady and happy.
Song Fei also couldn't wait to fall into the arms of her family, but there were three urgencies.
"Why are you going?" Qi Yan asked subconsciously seeing that Song Fei got up and walked back instead of sleeping.
"It's time to go to the toilet." Song Fei waved his hands with his back turned.
Qi Yan was a little annoyed at himself for asking so much, and lay down embarrassingly.
The toilets in the supermarket are located in the office area and are only used by employees, so they are not spacious, and there is no distinction between men and women. When you walk in, there are three cubicles in a row.
Song Fei has been studying here for almost a year and a half, but this is the first time he has used this toilet. The partition is enough to separate people, but not sound. Song Fei walked into the first cubicle closest to the door, unbuttoning his pants while thinking wildly, assuming that there is a female classmate next door to him, then no matter whether it is him or a female classmate, I am afraid There will be a lot of pressure.
After the relief was completed, Song Fei felt comfortable all over. While fastening his pants, he couldn't help whistling.
What he played was Qi Yan's favorite song called "Learning". He was once forced by Qi Yan to listen to this song and vomit, so as much as Qi Yan liked this song, he hated it so much. When Qi Yan went to lure zombies, he was the first to suggest using this song—it couldn’t just be him. If one person is injured, it is good to pull a few zombies to back him up.
However, people's memory is habitual, and the whistling that they obviously hate but subconsciously returns to this nightmare melody. Song Fei also wanted to shed tears of sympathy for himself.
"Love hot peppers~green hot peppers~green hot peppers~~~love hot peppers~green hot peppers~red hot peppers~~~ You should study hard when you go to school~~ You must go to university in the future~~ You can get a job when you are admitted to university~~ If you have a job, hello Life… "
The sudden sound startled Song Fei, it was no longer his whistle, it was a real original song, and the cheerful melody produced a strange effect in the small toilet space.
Song Fei patted the partition angrily, reminding the source of the voice next door: "Qi Yan, shut it up for me!"
There is no sound from the next door, only the soaring melody that is almost piercing is still circulating.
Song Fei rolled his eyes, opened the door abruptly, came to the second cubicle, and kicked it up: "You deliberately disgust me, don't you!"
The door was unlocked, and with a bang, the door swung open.
Song Fei froze there, the blood all over his body was cold.
The ventilation window above the compartment blows cold air in.
The zombie who was sitting on the toilet under the window had already let go of the phone, and swooped over with lightning speed!
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you to go to the bathroom and play with your mobile phone, help—"