After the response in the elevator, the knocking sound outside the elevator did not appear again, replaced by a very slight sound of metal scraping—Qi Yan inserted the blade into the gap between the doors!
Although he couldn't see it, Song Fei knew it.
He can even imagine Qi Yan's decisive and powerful movements, his cautious and resolute eyes, and his persistence to never give up until he reaches his goal.
Once upon a time, Song Fei thought these things were a bit "excessive force". Life is not a playground, but life is not a war. It is wrong to be carefree, but Qi Yan must do his best in everything and it will make life lose a lot of flavor.
Until the tide of corpses broke out.
These qualities make Qi Yan the most secure partner, the most reliable friend, and the most fearless warrior.
Song Fei found that he had actually secretly changed a concept.
Casual leisure and extreme self-discipline have never been two life attitudes that can be contended with, although they seem to be so relative, as if the choice is only a matter of individual life preferences. But the truth is that people who choose the former never think twice, while people who choose the latter often think deeply.
Because the latter is much more difficult than the former in practice.
The blade should be inserted into the middle and upper part of the elevator interfloor door, because Song Fei and He Zhiwen still didn't see the blade when a little moonlight penetrated through the gap of the opened interfloor door. And when they tried to pry the car door, they succeeded only in the middle and upper part, so they were helpless when faced with the interfloor door that only exposed the lower end.
The gap between the doors widened at a slow and even rate until it was enough to accommodate a person's shoulders before stopping.
In the next second, the person who opened the door quickly got down on the ground, revealing his face in the gap.
With the back light, Qi Yan's whole face could not be seen clearly from Song Fei's angle, to be precise, the upper half of the man's face was completely covered in darkness, only the part from the nose to the mouth could barely see the outline.
But just like that, Song Fei's eyes became hot all of a sudden. He gnawed on this mouth eight hundred times, and the bridge of the nose was imprinted in his brain. Just looking at the nose and mouth can no longer control it!
His lips moved again and again, as if he had a thousand words to say, but he didn't know where to start.
Qi Yan felt Song Fei's excitement. If Song Fei carved his nose and mouth into his brain, then he probably tattooed Song Fei on his heart valve. Every time his heart beats, this guy moves. , never die.
But now is not the time to talk, even if you think about it, you have to endure it.
hush.
Qi Yan quickly raised his index finger to his lips, stopping Song Fei's words.
But Song Fei seemed unwilling and opened his mouth.
Qi Yan frowned, and pressed his index finger to his lips again, silently and forcefully warning!
Song Fei went all out: "I don't want to talk, but there are a pair of feet standing beside you!"
Qi Yan froze suddenly, keenly felt the cool wind blowing from the side, a dragon rolled sideways, making the comer rush to nothing!
Qi Yan, who rolled to the side, stood up quickly, while the zombie who fell to the ground with a bang was still struggling and hadn't gotten up yet. It was wearing a black top, and in the extremely dark light, it was hard to see whether it was a sweater or something beside it. In Qi Yan's eyes, it was just a whole black shadow, like a ghost, just like it appeared!
Without hesitation, Qi Yan fired a single shot. It was aimed at the back of the head, but in the shadow, it missed its aim, and it seemed to poke into the back of the neck. The zombie turned around suddenly, and pinned the blade out of its own flesh!
Qi Yan gripped the barrel of the gun tightly from the beginning to the end, so he was not affected by such a situation, and decisively retracted the gun. When the zombie rushed over again, it stabbed the opponent's chest with a gun, and swayed forcefully to the side. The zombie's feet were unstable and he was brought down to the ground. Qi Yan pulled out the blade, and without giving the opponent another chance, the third shot went straight into the temple.
However, if this zombie falls, it means that there will be tens of thousands of zombies rushing over!
Fortunately, Song Fei and He Zhiwen did not open the car door in advance, saving Qi Yan a process.
So at this moment, without hesitation, he knelt on his knees, threw the weapon, and stretched his arms down into the car, his tone was urgent but firm: "Give me your hand!"
Song Fei held onto Qi Yan almost ripplingly, and in the warmth of EX's palm, he used his primordial spirit to slap himself countless ears again—are you an idiot if you break up with this 2.8-meter man? Yes, no, yes, stupid, crazy? !
The survival instinct brought Song Fei and He Zhiwen back to life instantly, and the sluggishness of waiting for death before was replaced by vigorous energy and vigorous skills. In a blink of an eye, the two returned to the ground!
But obviously there are already zombies running here because of the fighting and talking before, and there are more than one footsteps!
The three of them came to the corner of the elevator entrance and looked around. The night is centered on the middle of the corridor and extends to both sides, from light to dark, and finally returns to darkness. They could only tell that the sound was coming from the right, but they couldn't see any entity at all.
Song Fei and He Zhiwen were completely unfamiliar with the battle situation in this building, so they didn't dare to act rashly at this moment. Qi Yan stood in front of the two of them, staring unblinkingly at the direction of the sound source, as if waiting and brewing.
Song Fei suddenly understood, Qi Yan has a move!
But He Zhiwen on the side didn't understand, he was so nervous that his heart jumped out, and he unconsciously grabbed the arm of his comrade beside him. As a result, Song Zhanyou gave him a bright look of "just put your heart in your stomach", and he didn't know where the confidence came from!
Looking at it, Qi Yan made a sudden move. I don't know where I got a plastic bag or something, and threw it to the other side of the corridor!
The crisp bouncing sound instantly resounded throughout the area, and with the beating balls constantly moving forward, it was jubilant like a stream.
It's table tennis!
Song Fei realized in an instant, and at the same time found that Qi Yan was still holding the plastic bag in his hand, and at most a third of the plastic bag had just been thrown out.
But that's enough to keep the zombies entertained.
The three of them silently retreated against the wall to the side of the interfloor door, kept as far away from the corridor as possible, and held their breath until a dozen zombies ran from the right, and then continued to chase to the left.
About a minute later, when the footsteps of the last zombie passing the elevator were so far away that it was almost inaudible, Qi Yan suddenly pulled Song Fei and ran to the right of the already empty corridor!
Song Fei didn't know why, but he completely trusted the other party, so he took He Zhiwen with his free hand, and the three comrades ran wildly hand in hand like this, and it didn't take long before they entered an empty classroom.
This is a small self-study room. Several rows of tables and chairs are crooked in the moonlight, and draft paper is scattered on some desktops, silently telling the hard work and dedication of the students who have studied here.
Such classrooms seldom lock their doors during the day and night, because the most valuable items are the tables and chairs, but they are not made of huanghuali or Jinshen, so there is really no security against theft.
But now it's different.
The three friends closed the door and locked it as soon as they entered.
The classroom is not big, and the side next to the corridor is a wall without windows, so after locking the door and putting a few desks on top, it is temporarily safe.
Only then did Qi Yan take out the flashlight that he didn't want to use a few times along the way from the zipper pocket of his coat, and turned it on.
This imported flashlight that originally belonged to Ren Zhe is indeed a high-end product. Qi Yan has adjusted it to a low-to-medium gear for power saving considerations, and it still illuminates a small half of the classroom.
He Zhiwen recognized the familiar environment at a glance: "This is the seventh floor."
"Oh." Song Fei responded casually. Compared with the floor, he cares more about Qi Yan now.
Turning his head slightly, Song Fei finally saw Qi Yan's face clearly for the first time since he escaped from the elevator.
As a result, the appearance of the other party frightened him.
Qi Yan's hair was completely soaked, and his face looked as if he had just been fished out of the water. The almost delicate eyelashes had already been glued together into strands by the water, making him look like a girl The mascara is not applied well, and the face is pale and red, white is unhealthy pale, red is abnormal flushing.
And just as he was surprised, another drop of water slid from Qi Yan's temple to his chin, and then fell from his chin to the ground.
"It's... raining outside?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Song Fei also felt very stupid. Because you can see the window facing the night sky when you look up, you can't even see a single raindrop on the glass.
Qi Yan was stunned. He didn't know that Song Fei had already conducted self-examination while questioning, he just felt that this guy was deliberately complaining, and after he sacrificed his life to save him, he was deliberately complaining, it was frantic, and everyone was angry!
"Well, it's very big."
Qi Yan's tone was so light that it was almost gentle, and He Zhiwen looked confused when he heard it.
No, since Song Fei asked about the weather, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his comrades.
Song Fei swallowed, feeling bad.
There are several levels of Qi Yan's anger. The primary level of anger is manifested as being aggressive, and you can be angry as much as you like, but extreme anger is restrained instead, and the colder the tone, the higher the anger value.
But he didn't do anything to provoke hatred, did he
Even if it wasn't raining outside and I asked a stupid question, it was this person who got his head covered with water first. He was stupid and couldn't figure out the reason. If he guessed wrong, it wasn't a serious crime... Wait!
Song Fei was taken aback for a moment, his brain seemed to be enlightened in an instant, without saying a word, he took a step forward to come to Qi Yan, reached out and reached into the hem of Qi Yan's clothes from behind, and it was already solid before the other party had time to react. Actually touched the opponent's lower back.
wet hands.
Regardless of Qi Yan's dodge, which finally came back to his senses, Song Fei went all the way up, if this was spoofing, it should have slapped his ex-boyfriend's entire back.
However, for the first time, Song Fei didn't playful in the touch.
Even, every time he goes up a little bit, he twists in his heart.
Qi Yan's entire back was covered with sweat.
How long will it take to rush to the seventh floor in one breath? One minute? two minutes? three minutes? But what if you encounter obstacles? Go back and continue? Can't you rush twice? Twice can't do it three times? Three times can't do it four times
It wasn't raining outside.
There was only one idiot who rescued them non-stop for five and a half hours after they were shut down in the elevator.
Hugging Qi Yan, Song Fei exhausted all his strength: "I..."
"You wait first."
Although caught off guard, Qi Yan resolutely interrupted his ex-boyfriend, and struggled to break free from his warm embrace, while pulling out the claws that were still stuck on his back.
Song Fei's surging emotional torrent was blatantly blocked by the Qi's Dam, and he couldn't keep up with his emotions for a while, struggling between the convergence of knowledge and the continued fluttering.
In fact, Qi Yan didn't think it was that complicated at all. Song Fei's convulsions can be started at will, and can be stopped at any time. It belongs to the daily fun of the two of them, and it doesn't affect the quality of the fun if it is earlier or later.
However, the schedule of another comrade-in-arms cannot be delayed any longer...
Gewu downstairs, apple tree.
Zhao He felt that he had merged with this tree, that there was me in you, and you in me. Even when he closed his eyes, he could imagine the beautiful appearance of this tree full of luxuriant branches and leaves, full of fruit.
His body is already completely cold, and the down jacket should still be able to withstand some wind, but the temperature is getting lower and lower, and he dare not move anywhere except his mouth—this tree has never been broken from the beginning to the present. A tree branch, this is God's reward for him being as stable as Mount Tai. If Mount Tai moves a little, and God gets angry, all previous efforts may be wasted.
Zhao He was not afraid of falling to the ground, but only afraid of falling into the arms of dozens of fans below.
They loved him so much that he was afraid that his bones would disappear.
During half the night, Zhao He had established a deep relationship with the zombies under the tree. He could even accurately recognize at least one-third of the faces, even if they were changing shapes and forms in the rhythmic swing, he could It can be picked out at a glance in the vast sea of corpses.
"Don't look at me so expectantly, I haven't finished my delay yet, or we'll chat for another ten yuan."
As early as two hours ago, Zhao He changed from singing to rap, otherwise not only his voice would not be able to bear it, his physical strength would not be able to support it, and his library would not be enough. Fortunately, the audience is very face-saving. I don’t know if the long time together has made them feel attached. Now whether Zhao He is singing or chatting, they are very supportive, with focused eyes and enthusiastic bodies.
"Fuck, it's you again!" Zhao He unhappily stabbed the sweater zombie who was trying to climb the tree for the Nth time with his military thorn, "I'm too lazy to use my strength now, I'm so impolite when I come up again, just headshot me!" Do not believe."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the direction of the main entrance, and sighed with complicated emotions, unable to hide his exhaustion.
"Don't worry," Zhao He looked at the zombies that were about to move under the tree, as if they really understood, and persuaded earnestly, "Xiao Qi will come out again soon. It's been dozens of times, why haven't you figured out the rules yet. "
but…
Zhao He looked at the door again worriedly, it was still empty and quiet.
"It's a bit long this time."
The joking tone was actually Zhao He reassuring himself.
After all, the longest time Qi Yan stayed in the building was not as long as this time in the countless back and forth charges before. Of course, if it was because Song Fei was found, it would definitely be the celebration of the whole world, but even if Song Fei was not found, Qi Yan would never come out to launch the thousand and first charge due to some reasons.
Zhao He felt that he could not bear such a result.
He and Qi Yan don't have a deep friendship, at least before today, Qi Yan is just a companion who happened to meet and join forces on the way to escape. If you have to say that you have a life-threatening friendship, it is not impossible, after all, fighting together has also brushed shoulders with life and death. But to put it bluntly, if Qi Yan is really heroic, he will be sad, and even cry for his comrades, but after crying, he has to continue on the road.
However, all of this has changed in the past six hours.
Song Fei and He Zhiwen were trapped in the elevator, and Qi Yan went to rescue them. He was on the tree to help contain the zombies, and there was no problem with the whole arrangement.
But he never thought that this restraint would be half a night.
Watching Qi Yan rush in, watching him escape from the building in the midst of the zombies chasing him from which floor or floors, watching him rush to another tree to repair, and hold back the zombies brought out for him , Watching him slip down again, watching him continue to rush in. Then it failed again, was chased out by new zombies, went up the tree again, waited again, went down again, and continued to rush.
Break through every floor of stairs, reach every elevator, break through again, and then arrive, and even need to confirm whether there is anyone in the elevator. These links are just a few words, but it is difficult to do it, especially when the power is cut off, when there are countless zombies wandering on every floor, and when you must ensure your own absolute safety. sky!
once.
twice.
ten times.
twenty times.
Perseverance, repeating the cycle, Zhao He has lost count in the end.
That guy seems tireless, doesn't know how to be discouraged, and doesn't know that there are two words in the world called giving up.
If it were him, Zhao He thought, he would be crazy.
Either break down and return, and would rather kowtow on the ground to beg his comrades who have nothing to do, or go out and fight the zombies to the death, even if the ending is infection and mutation, it will always be a happy ending.
But Qi Yan chose the most difficult path.
Bear failure again and again, continue to move forward again and again, not despair, not give up, not irritable, not crazy, and even calmer and more determined every time.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhao He wouldn't have believed that such a person really existed in the world.
Just like the programs he has watched that moved China, he always thinks the content is too exaggerated and sensational, and often has the question of "how can normal people do this to this extent".
Now he knows that such a person exists, and the influence that such a person brings to his surroundings is also huge.
As an individual, it is impossible not to be infected by such power.
So he actually lay down on the tree for half the night, and sang a half-night song to the zombies like this. It was so cold that my whole body was going to be stiff, and I felt that I could hold on to the second half of the night.
It's also amazing.
"Maybe Qi Yan really found those two people, and that's why he forgot about me." Zhao He chatted with his former classmates under the tree in a serious manner, and while chatting, he sighed desolately, "Oh, every week there is Qiao Siqi , Feng Qibai took Wu Zhou, Qi Yan ran to Song Fei and He Zhiwen, I was the only one who was alone... waves chasing waves~~Jackdaws are paired~~Every girl has a partner~~Who matches me~~ ~~"
"Zhao He—"
"Just getting emotional, I can't wait for me to finish singing... Uh, hey? Qi Yan?!!!"
Zhao He suddenly raised his bright head. The floor is too high, and the light is difficult to see. They can't see each other's face clearly, but they can always distinguish the number—one on the tree and three upstairs.
"You really found them?!!!"
Zhao He's eyes widened in disbelief, it was hard to suppress the joy in his heart, and even his voice was filled with long-lost passion.
"Well, it's all safe." With Zhao He as a backdrop, Qi Yan's voice seemed calmer. Perhaps during the long rescue, he has become accustomed to pressing himself to death in his mind, and it is difficult to come out for a while, "How many zombies are there under the tree?"
"Sixty-nine!"
Song Fei 囧, do you need to be so precise!
Qi Yan seemed to have suppressed even the nerve of complaining, he actually only needed an approximate number, and he still had an estimate in his heart: "We are singing now, to help you lure them over, if you find a chance, get off the tree and run away. Did you hear—"
Zhao He frowned: "Have you got the radio?"
"not yet."
"Then why should I go! Are you on the seventh floor or the eighth floor? When you rush to the twelfth floor, you will fail and run out. Without me holding back the gang under the tree, you are going to reincarnate directly?"
Qi Yan paused for a moment before saying, "We won't charge later, we need to rest first."
"Then I'll rest on the tree." Zhao He didn't even think about it. "When you guys are done resting, and I'm done resting too, let's continue to cooperate. Anyway, we'll wait until we get the radio!"
Qi Yan was a little anxious, although he was restrained, his tone was still unavoidably anxious: "The temperature will drop even lower in the second half of the night, you can't do it like this on the tree!"
"I can-"
"We can't do it!" Qi Yan was not negotiable, and decisively issued an ultimatum, "We will only act tomorrow night, and there is still a day and a half, you can figure it out."
"Fuck!!!" Zhao He was about to explode after being so excited.
Song Fei couldn't listen anymore, those who knew these two were comrades-in-arms, those who didn't know thought they were mortal enemies, did they discuss things like this!
Pulling Qi Yan away, Song Fei gently shouted to the people below: "Zhao He, we will get the radio, and we will definitely be able to escape unscathed. Just trust me once, okay?"
"No!" If Qi Yan persisted, he might be shaken, this guy is completely unconvincing, okay, "I can't even overcome an elevator, how can I trust you!"
Song Fei: "But Qi Yan can!"
Zhao He: "That has nothing to do with you!"
Song Fei: "Qi Yan beats zombies, beats elevators, beats the whole world, I beat Qi Yan, so the man who finally stands at the top of the food chain is me, it's me, it's me!!!"
Zhao He: "..."
Song Fei: "Are there any questions?"
Zhao He: "..."
Song Fei: "Why aren't you talking?"
Zhao He: "Don't let me go through such a complicated food chain for a while!!!"