Naturally, Qi Yan has nothing wrong with him, he is in excellent health, and he eats deliciously, a can of luncheon meat he opened disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving nothing left. Song Fei and He Zhi asked if it was because he didn't exercise as much as him, and the two of them shared a can, so they didn't feel hungry anymore.
Compared with the abundance of food, water is a bit stretched. The three of them only carry one bottle with them. Qi Yan has already drank all of it, and Song Fei has only the bottom. He Zhiwen is the most economical, and there is only half left Dare to drink again.
"Oh yes, I forgot to ask yesterday, where did you get the ping-pong balls?" Song Fei suddenly thought of this while rearranging his backpack.
"There is a special table tennis room on this floor. When I rushed up yesterday, there were a lot of zombies on this floor. I didn't rush to the elevator several times, and I hid there. Later, I grabbed a bag."
"Hey, not only table tennis, but also an Internet cafe in their college. Every semester, they hold an e-sports competition, and they even invite us to watch the game. It's called brother colleges and departments give priority to appreciation, and there is no more wickedness!" It's been a day or two, He Zhiwen still feels uneasy every time he thinks about it.
Song Fei has never watched the battle with his own eyes, but he also knows that the School of Computer Science has such an enviable fine tradition: "You can do it too, borrow a classroom, get a few notebooks and connect to the Internet, it can be done in minutes."
"Others are from the School of Computer Science, and they are famous for being the best in e-sports competitions. Our School of Physics engages in e-sports?"
Song Fei really wanted to provide some constructive suggestions for the alumni of the Department of Physics, but he racked his brains and couldn't come up with a professional counterpart: "Your school is really too serious, it's not easy to play."
"You can't say that," as a student of the School of Physics, my own school can complain casually, but others can't criticize, "The fixed pulley load-bearing competition held by our school, the movable pulley innovation competition, and the shock absorption competition for falling objects in the sky, which one is serious? ? Which one is not eager to try after listening to it?"
Song Fei: "..."
Qi Yan: "Sounds really interesting."
He Zhi asked: "Right, right, let me tell you, the fixed pulley is the most powerful. Last year, a senior made a beautiful and super practical one. During the competition, it even lifted a teacher in the courtyard! If it wasn't for later The pulley got stuck, and the teacher hung in mid-air for almost an hour, and he must be the champion!"
Qi Yan: "... Otherwise, you should still engage in e-sports."
For a long time afterwards, He Zhiwen leaned against the corner of the wall, silent and depressed.
Qi Yan didn't expect his casual words to have such great power. Originally, he was just chatting, but unexpectedly encountered a glass heart, and he felt a little bit sorry: "I take back the foreword, the competitions held by your college are the ones that really integrate knowledge and fun. In line with the spirit of contemporary college students... ”
He Zhiwen was amused, and quickly explained: "I'm not awkward with you."
Qi Yan was puzzled.
"I just kind of miss the old days," He Zhiwen looked out the window, the sun shone on his face brightly, "Class, get out of class, eating, doing experiments, reviewing, exams... At that time, I didn't feel anything, now I suddenly thought about it."
Song Fei counted the days and said with a smile, "It's only been twenty days since the life you miss."
"It's only been twenty days?" He Zhiwen was surprised, and suddenly lay on his back on the table, looking at the ceiling, feeling melancholy, "Why does it feel like twenty years have passed?"
In fact, Song Fei knew what to ask.
There is a saying that is very vulgar, but it is appropriate-happy times are always fleeting, and miserable years are always like years.
The life that used to be as plain as water, now thinking about it, is full of subtle and tranquil tastes. It's just that such a stable, such a young man knows no worries, can he come back
After the three of them missed the past, they worried about their comrades who were scattered elsewhere. Compared with the three of them who had a clear goal and pointed directly at the radio, the four comrades who lured the enemy to the other two buildings were in a state of complete interruption of information. Will they choose to stick to it and wait for their comrades to return to rescue, or will they break through and break through? Or out of consideration of objective conditions and trust in their three comrades-in-arms, safely withdraw to the cafeteria like Zhao He? No one knows.
It is of course best to withdraw to the cafeteria, but if not, then the three of them delay in Gewulou for a minute, and it will be more dangerous for the other four partners.
Thinking of this, the three friends made a bold decision—to attack during the day.
Ten minutes later, the attack was aborted.
The only gain is that the position of the three people has been transferred from the classroom on the seventh floor to the physics laboratory on the eighth floor.
"They are simply invincible during the day." Song Fei still had lingering fears when recalling the life-threatening run half a minute ago.
"The ones who are stunned are afraid of being violent, and the ones who are violent are afraid of death. They don't hide at all when they see the attack. If we can do the same, maybe who will win the battle." He Zhiwen was out of breath when he ran, but his fighting spirit forever.
"The question is, can we not hide!" Song Fei was so angry that he wanted to kick him, saying this was like saying nothing!
After bickering for a long time, Song Fei realized, no, this is the eighth floor, doesn't it mean that the seventh floor and above are all computer institutes, why is there a physics laboratory
"There are too many people in our college and there is not enough space. The dean discussed with the school and insisted on a half floor." He Zhi asked, "But I also heard that it was already like this when I entered the school."
Song Fei nodded, sort of clearing the confusion, only to realize that Qi Yan hadn't spoken since he came in, and when he looked up, he was sitting at an experimental table playing Shen Shen.
Song Fei walked over curiously, and found that he had opened a box of weights on the table, and now he was staring intently at the polished metal weights of different sizes inside, thoughtfully.
Song Fei was just about to ask what you were thinking, when Qi Yan suddenly took out all the weights and put them all into a plastic bag that he didn't know where he conjured up, and it wasn't enough for one table, he would have looted the whole laboratory posture.
He Zhiwen was stunned, and it took him a long time to react and stop: "Hey, the things in the laboratory that cannot be touched are public property. Besides, how will we do experiments after you take them away!"
Song Fei grabbed the back of his neck and said, "I have already fully felt your deep love for the School of Physics, but the prerequisite for doing experiments is not that the experimental tools are complete, but that the experimenters still have their lives."
He Zhiwen hesitated, but still unwilling: "But..."
Qi Yan stopped and raised his eyelids lightly: "If you are a superhero now, physics man, and you throw throwing knives in a fight, is it appropriate?"
He Zhi asked: "No!"
Qi Yan: "Where's the weight?"
He Zhi asked, "You're so handsome!"
The change of thought was so huge and rapid, He Zhiwen even turned around to suggest to Song Fei in high spirits: "I'm a physicist, you should also think of a cool name for yourself."
Every teenager has a superhero dream in his heart.
but-
Song Fei rolled his eyes at him and turned his head silently.
Qi Yan poured the last box of weights into a plastic bag, and explained gently: "No, he is the Black Widow."
From sunset to moon, night falls.
Actually, it was only six o'clock in the evening, but the whole world was as dark as midnight.
Qi Yan poked his head out from the laboratory slightly, and looked around in the thin light of the corridor.
In the next second, more than a dozen ping pong balls sprinkled to the right, and galloped to the right along the corridor with the initial speed!
Qi Yan quickly closed the door of the laboratory, and just put his ear against the door to listen.
Song Fei and He Zhiwen held their breath and were on standby at any time.
Noisy footsteps came from the left side of the corridor, quickly ran past the laboratory door, and continued to the right.
It's now!
Qi Yan opened the door quickly, and ran to the left without hesitation!
Song Fei and He Zhiwen followed immediately, trying their best to keep their running on their toes, keeping the noise to a minimum!
I don't know if there is insufficient light at night, the temperature drops, and the activity of the zombies is also affected to a certain extent. The stairwell was deserted and empty. The three of them ran to the eleventh floor in one breath. Seeing that the twelfth floor was just ahead, they met the first zombie just now.
It was an old man with silver hair and a thin figure. Half of his face was covered with dried blood clots. The other half of his face was relatively clean, and his appearance before his death could be vaguely seen.
Usually such old people are professors re-employed by the school. Although the three of them can't be regarded as each other's students, seeing the old man in such a state at first sight made him feel uncomfortable.
The three people here hesitated for a moment, and the zombies over there had already rushed over. Fortunately, the speed of the zombies is not too fast, it should have something to do with their age and physique before they were alive. Qi Yan gripped the mop gun tightly, neither retreating nor dodging, and when the zombies entered the attack range, he would just shoot!
Qi Yan's tactic is very simple, knock him down with one shot, and stab him in the head again with his gun, while Song Fei and He Zhiwen are on standby at any time to make up the knife.
Experience has proved that this is a very effective combat mode.
This time, however, he hit the iron plate.
When the zombie was about to be stabbed, its body suddenly flashed, and it dodged Qi Yan's attack, but raised its hand to hold the gun barrel, and with one force, it pulled Qi Yan with the gun!
Qi Yan had a premonition the moment the opponent held the gun, and prepared for a head-to-head battle. Unexpectedly, the opponent's strength was far greater than he imagined, and he used it very skillfully. It was not brute force, but with a certain force. The unstoppable rhythm, one grip, one pause, one pull, Qi Yan couldn't stand anymore, staggered forward, and fell into the opponent's arms!
The zombie had expected it a long time ago, and the moment Qi Yan fell over, he didn't hesitate, and gnawed on the other's face in one bite!
In the nick of time, Qi Yan, unable to struggle, raised his hand and pushed the opponent's jaw, buying himself two seconds to breathe!
In just these two seconds, Song Fei's metal chopsticks went straight to the zombie's temple!
He Zhiwen's short knife also attacked the zombie's face!
Hold on for another 0.01 second, and the tip of Song Fei's metal chopsticks will be inserted into the zombie's temple. But no, I can't hold on anymore!
Qi Yan's hand was finally pressed down by the zombie's head, and then the zombie's head suddenly dropped heavily, hitting Qi Yan's goggles with a bang!
And this drop just happened to avoid Song Fei's chopsticks!
He Zhiwen's knife was still stabbed, but it was aimed at the face, but now it went directly to the forehead, and was held up by the skull, so it didn't go in.
Fortunately, Qi Yan who let go of his hand did not know when he pulled out a short knife from his waist and inserted it into the zombie's temple.
The zombie didn't move anymore, and hung heavily on his body.
Qi Yan put it down as lightly as possible, leaning against the corner of the stairwell.
Although there was no danger, but after all, "there was a surprise", Song Fei couldn't understand it, and asked with breath: "It is so old, it still has the strength to restrain you?"
"You won't believe me if I tell you," Qi Yan said helplessly, "but it's really unusual, maybe you've practiced it before."
Song Fei 囧: "What can teachers from the School of Computer Science practice?"
"Tai Chi." Seeing him looking up and looking down, He Zhiwen's classmates still know a lot about the various trends in the School of Computer Science, "I used to go in and out of class when I was in class, and I could always see him practicing in the open space downstairs, and I heard what the students in the School of Computer Science said. , the old man liked it when he was young, and he has practiced it for decades."
Qi Yan: "..."
Song Fei: "In the future, this kind of information will be announced in advance!"
Although the other party has turned into a zombie, when it changed from a simple "unknown zombie" to a "mutant with flesh and blood and a past", the three of them looked at the corpse again, and their emotions became more complicated.
Taking a deep breath, Qi Yan took the first step and continued to walk upstairs.
Song Fei and He Zhiwen looked at each other and followed quietly.
The 11th and 12th floors are the meeting rooms and teachers' office areas of the School of Computer Science. Usually, there are fewer people than the downstairs. When the accident happened, it was a weekend, and almost all of them were vacant. So until they entered the corridor on the twelfth floor, the three of them never encountered a zombie again.
This is of course a good thing.
But good things that go too smoothly always make people feel uneasy.
The corridor was empty, and the three tiptoed forward, holding their breath.
According to He Zhiwen, the teacher's office is at the end of the corridor, opposite to the direction of the stairs, and now they have shortened the distance to the office by one-third.
The moonlight is bright.
It was a clear night.
The shadows of the three people were stretched very long, as if they were going to extend into the depths of the darkness.
Passing by a concealed utility room, after hesitating for two seconds, Qi Yan backed away.
Song Fei didn't know why he asked, so he froze in place.
Qi Yan pushed open the door carefully, and what he saw was narrow and messy, but he was sure that there were no people or zombies.
Qi Yan entered first, and then signaled his comrades to come in with his eyes.
Song Fei probably understood what Qi Yan meant, so he pulled He Zhiwen who was still confused and hid in.
Qi Yan slowly closed the door, leaving only a gap for his arms to come in and out, and then threw a table tennis ball towards the direction of the stairs they came from.
The sound of a ping pong ball is not loud, but it is clear and loud at this moment when everything is quiet.
Until the bouncing sound of the ping-pong ball almost completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, sporadic footsteps ran through the utility room, there were not many people, it sounded like three.
He Zhiwen also realized that this was the last time Qi Yan cleared the scene.
The teacher's office is close at hand, but the closer you are to success, the more you must be sober and cautious—to some extent, Qi Yan, who can do this, is terribly calm.
When they opened the door again and entered the corridor, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief in unison, to relax themselves and make themselves more calm.
After walking about a dozen steps, the three of them finally came to the door of the office.
This is a solid wood door with no visible glass on it. And the only two office windows were covered with shutters, which fit tightly without leaving any gaps.
Qi Yan held the doorknob, pressed down lightly, and pushed his wrist forward unconsciously.
The door is unlocked!
Qi Yan's heart skipped a beat, the door was pushed open easily, and everything in the office came into view without concealment.
In the cold moonlight, most of the workstations were empty, except for a figure sitting in front of a desk. With his back to the door, he sat motionless in the chair. From the angle of the door, it was impossible to tell whether it was "he" or "it."
Song Fei and He Zhiwen also saw it.
There was a faint sound coming from the corridor in the distance, like footsteps, or something else. Qi Yan didn't hesitate any longer, and walked in, waiting for Song Fei and He Zhiwen to follow up, and immediately closed the door.
click.
While closing the door, Qi Yan locked it.
Song Fei and He Zhiwen's hearts tightened, but they also understood that this would be safer, at least they could only deal with this one in the room without any worries.
However, even closing the door and locking the lock didn't make this one turn around, and the friends still felt their scalps tingling.
"Teacher?" He Zhiwen called out tentatively, "Well, let's borrow the radio."
Qi Yan and Song Fei looked at him in surprise.
He Zhiwen nodded slightly, the meaning couldn't be more obvious - this is the right owner of the radio!
The person in the chair originally had his back bent, as if his head was about to drop to the table, but suddenly he straightened his upper body slowly upon hearing this.
The next second, the swivel chair suddenly started to move. Amidst the creaking sound, the figure turned from facing the door with its back to the door. The friends finally saw his bloody face and the small black radio that had been in their arms for an unknown amount of time. .
"I don't know what you guys think," Song Fei swallowed, "Anyway, I think he might not be willing to borrow..."