Qiao, who has fully experienced the fighting power of the proletariat, really has nowhere to complain about his sufferings, and tears of bitterness—it is not his fault that his father is rich, how low-key he is!
The squabbling is the slapstick, and after the squabbling is over, we still have to talk about business.
"Are we really going to the underground parking lot?" Li Jingyu asked worriedly, "That's too far."
Their school does not allow motor vehicles to enter the school. Except for express delivery, canteens, and supermarkets, which require frequent material circulation, and licensed related vehicles can enter and exit through the side door in a low-key manner, all private vehicles of teachers and students must be parked in the underground parking lot. The crossing for vehicles entering the field is built outside the main entrance of the school, and the entrance and exit for personnel is built near the teaching affairs building as soon as you enter the main entrance of the school. If a line is connected between the canteen in the innermost living area and the academic building near the main entrance of the school, this line basically runs through the entire campus vertically from north to south.
"It's really far away," Huang Mo, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly asked Qiao Siqi, "I don't know much about cars, can you be sure that you can receive He Zhiwen's short-wave broadcast in your car?"
The implication is that if there is, it is worth the risk of running so far.
However, this question stopped Qiao Siqi, and he said with a little shame: "I use Bluetooth in the car, and even play music on my mobile phone. I haven't listened to the radio a few times. I really didn't notice these things."
Zhou Yili pursed his lips tightly, trying to search for relevant clips in his brain—he doesn’t have a car, but he has always liked cars, so every time he takes a car, he always observes consciously or unconsciously, especially if he encounters a good car, he can’t wait to see it from the inside. Look outside: "I dare not say everything, but the cars I've seen seem to only have FM and AM. Can AM receive shortwave?"
The inquiry was naturally given to He Zhiwen.
The latter thought for a while and shook his head regretfully: "AM is basically equivalent to medium wave MW in our country. It can transmit hundreds of kilometers at most and is mainly used for broadcasting in the province. If you want to receive shortwave from Beijing, you must clearly mark the SW band. The radio is the only way to do it." He Zhiwen paused for a moment, as if thinking of something, and added, "Even if you want a full-band radio, you have to adjust it slowly if you want to receive short-wave, and try again and again. The method is so precise to debug. If it is an automatic channel search, it will be even more remote, and most weak signals will be directly ignored.”
"It's not enough to talk about it?" Qiao Siqi, who was too professional, disagreed, but he still understood the general idea.
Qi Yan has been observing a few students in Class 2. After chatting for a while, he probably has an idea: "You come to us to discuss cooperation, shouldn't there be only guiding theory and no preliminary plan?"
He Zhiwen has been holding back for a long time. Of course they came here with a plan. Who knew that the friends in Class 1 were so studious and easy to ask. What's even more amazing is that they chatted and chatted and even came up with a car. Who could have predicted this magical development
"There should be a full-band radio in Gewulou."
"Your courtyard?"
"No, Computer Academy."
Although the name of Gewu Building looks like the private property of the School of Physics, it is actually shared by the two schools of physics and computer science. The first to fifth floors are computer, and the sixth to tenth floors are physics. Students from other departments can come here when there are no classes. Self-study in the classroom.
"Are you sure there is one in the computer department?" Song Fei was a little bit drumming in his heart. If you say go to the computer building to find a computer, he should feel at ease and look for a radio, which is a bit far-fetched.
The worlds of liberal arts students and science students are like Cowherd and Weaver Girl, separated by a Milky Way, so Luo Geng, who is also on the same side of the Milky Way with a little bit of communication, helped him out: "The full name of our school's computer department is It is the School of Computer and Electronic Information, I feel that the electronic information engineering major includes this kind of radio signal?"
"Yes." He Zhiwen gave an affirmative answer, "My elective course this semester was taught by the teacher of their school. In the first class, the teacher told us how advanced information technology is now, but he still likes to listen to the radio, and What he studied in the past was called the radio major, and now this major is not very common, either changed the name or directly merged into the electronic information engineering... "
"Well," Song Fei interrupted him politely, "we're not too interested in this teacher's life, can we just talk about the key points?"
"The point is that he also puts an extremely versatile radio in his office, and he likes to tune in when there is no class, and secretly says that he will hear a lot of interesting stations!" Zhao He finished speaking in one breath, feeling completely refreshed. To soar.
He doesn't understand, two sentences can get it done, these people have to go around and study the periphery, even if you understand this wave and that wave, what's the use of it, you don't have to go to the radio in the end!
Song Fei was taken aback by Zhao He, but being simple and rude has its advantages, and the situation became clear in an instant. But he looked at He Zhi and asked: "Since it is so clear, when I asked where there is such a radio, why didn't you just say it, why didn't you just say that you were not sure?"
He Zhiwen took it for granted: "Although the teacher told us that there is one in the office, if he takes it home on a whim, or if the radio fails to work, these possibilities are not ruled out, so the expression must be rigorous."
"… "you are vicious.
The Gewu Building is located in the east area of the campus, and together with the buildings of other departments, it is irregularly distributed in this area. The distance to the cafeteria is not too close, but compared to the underground parking lot at the southernmost end of the underground, it is still a half discount.
"The colleges and departments are crowded together over there," Feng Qibai drew a circle on the floor with his fingers, and then clicked in the circle one by one, "Yixin Building, Luban Building, Qiushi Building, the innermost one is Gewu Building, these four The building is in a straight line, and if we go astray, there are Wenbo Building, Marxism Institute, etc. below, and there must be zombies in each building, which means that we are going into a pile of zombies. You better think clearly. Don't run away when the time comes, and hurt your comrades."
Song Fei gave him an annoyed look: "You were still in Xinshou Village when we played the dungeon!"
"Besides, there are many buildings, which also means that there are many places to hide," Qi Yan dialectically analyzed, "This trip will definitely not be as smooth as just coming and going. If nothing else, just the limited movement during the day, it will be difficult for you to hide." That's enough for us, so we'll most likely need to find a place to stay overnight."
"That makes sense," Huang Mo's admiration in his eyes was both Cheng Zhi and moderate, and his sense of proportion made people feel comfortable, "This is also the reason why we came to cooperate with you, not only because we don't have enough manpower, but also because you are better than us. has experience."
Song Fei smiled: "So you guys are here to gain experience?"
"It doesn't matter whether you rub it or not," Huang Mo said playfully, "at least you don't have to worry about being stabbed when picking up equipment."
Song Fei 囧, it took a long time to say: "Sister, is there any field that your knowledge is not involved in?"
Huang Mo seemed to be thinking hard for a while: "It seems not yet."
Although they didn't say it explicitly, the two classes had a tacit understanding—the cooperation intention was initially formed.
Huang Mo and He Zhiwen both breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. One of them is the leader of the negotiation, and the other is the technical consultant. The little friends who love freedom have a convulsion in the middle. But it’s impossible not to bring these two people up. After all, there are eight people in class 1. If they only come with two, they will always feel insecure, and it will be more difficult to take the initiative in the negotiation situation.
After giving Zhao He a look, Huang Mo signaled him—the strategic intention has been reached, and we can discuss the details of cooperation.
After all, if you really want to charge forward, you still have to have a general, and she and Lao He are at most playing side drums.
With Zhao He's order, the waist that had been sitting upright finally relaxed, he moved his muscles and bones with pain, swung his arms, and twisted his neck, as if spring had come and everything was finally revived—pretending to be deep is so fucking tiring!
All the male students in Class 1 were on alert, always feeling that the bald head was about to rush over and start a group fight.
Huang Mo supported his forehead, while praying that the friends in Class 1 were all peace doves, while praying that Master Zhao would speak quickly.
Finally, Zhao He became more comfortable with his activities, and said, "I thought you wouldn't agree to cooperate."
Huang Mo black line.
The students in Class 1 got a little bit of fun, looking at me and looking at you. In the end, Song Fei, who had the deepest friendship with him, asked, "Why?"
Zhao He didn't turn the corner, and directly expressed his confusion: "We wanted to rush out to find information because the food on the second floor didn't last long, but yours on the first floor is different. If there are too many, I dare not tell you. The food is at least pretty good." It’s okay for two or three months, why do you want to take risks with us under such circumstances?”
"Someone rushes with you, isn't it good?"
"It's good, but it's unreasonable. If you died on the way to Gewulou, and the rescue army actually arrived in two days, then you didn't die unjustly?"
"Can you give me some examples later..." Song Fei was speechless, but he also understood that Zhao He was not so much confused as he was still vigilant, because in the other party's concept, there was no need for the eight of them to take risks. , have food, drink and shelter, why do you have to fight for your life
Song Fei turned his head to look at his friends. Without exception, everyone's eyes flashed with complicated emotions. He knew that all his comrades thought of the same thing in their hearts. And this is the driving force for them to look for news and get out of trouble as soon as possible while guarding Mishan.
"If we stay here and wait for rescue, the biggest possibility is that the rescue has not yet come, and the students who have escaped from the countless dormitories will come first." Song Fei smiled bitterly at Zhao He, "If possible, even if it is a risk, we don't want to experience it again. A lot of points at a time."
The despair of human nature is always more frightening than zombies.
It's not that they are pessimistic, but that in such an environment, people's hearts are too easily alienated. If we can really get external news, let this campus establish even a slight connection with the outside world, everyone will have something to rely on, and the situation will be much better in the future. If this news can also guide the direction of escape, let alone taking risks, it is really worth fighting for life.
Song Fei's words made Zhao He stunned for a while, and then he understood, and all the remaining doubts disappeared.
"Pleasant cooperation."
Zhao He took the lead in extending a hand of friendship, and Feng Qibai, Huang Mo, and He Zhiwen quickly reached out.
The friends from class 1 looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally put their hands on it.
The warm palm covered the back of the hand, and the warmth was transmitted layer by layer. All twelve people felt a surge of pride in their hearts—
The whole class of 1: "Mighty and unyielding Survival 1, ghosts and snakes are all gone!"
Zhao He: "Mighty and Unyielding Survival 2... Do you want to die together?"
Feng, Huang, and He: "Who allows you to unilaterally decide the class!!"