As soon as Song Fei finished speaking, the zombie sitting in the chair moved, then raised his head slightly, and slowly locked onto He Zhiwen with the only clear eyes hidden behind the lens.
It wasn't Song Fei who spoke last.
It was He Zhiqian who was the first to speak.
He, a student from the School of Physics, was looked at all hairy, and subconsciously wanted to take half a step back, but before his feet landed, the zombie on the chair suddenly jumped up and rushed towards him frantically!
The zombie moved so fast, as if being bounced by a chair, and when He Zhiwen realized it, the other party had already arrived. The distance was so close that he could even smell the faint smell of rot on his body.
"Aw—" the zombie howled, opened its mouth and bit his bare neck.
"Aw—" He Zhiwen also wailed back, and at the same time squatted down with lightning speed!
The zombie didn't have time to take it back, so it rushed to nothing.
He Zhiwen scrambled and fled to the back of a desk, both scared and wronged: "I am kind, I just want to borrow a radio from you!!!"
"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-" the zombie was about to go crazy, holding the radio and continued rushing towards the office where He Zhiwen was.
At this time, the idiot also understood, and Song Fei quickly warned: "The problem is the radio, don't mention the radio again, don't even say the word radio, if you don't see it, it's the baby who borrows it and whoever is in a hurry!"
The zombie who was running towards He Zhiwen suddenly stopped, turned around, and slowly locked onto Song Fei.
Song Fei 囧, began to back away without a trace: "That... I just explained to him, I didn't want to mention it, I, I won't borrow it from you, really!"
Seeing Song Fei being cornered, Qi Yan, who had been preparing for a long time, rushed up from the side and was about to poke the zombie's temple with a single shot!
However, the zombie seemed to have spotted him from the corner of the eye, and stopped at a steady pace, Qi Yan's gun brushed past his nose. Just when Qi Yan retracted his gun in annoyance and wanted to make a second attack, a shiny metal weight flew from the side and hit the back of the zombie's head.
The weight of the weight combined with the strength of the thrower itself knocked the zombie to its knees. After standing still again, the zombie didn't hesitate any longer, turned around and went straight to He Zhiwen. Judging from his posture, there was absolutely no possibility of wavering again!
He Zhiwen ran away immediately, but within two steps, he was still thrown down by the zombies from behind!
He Zhiwen wanted to lift the zombie off his body, but he was no match for the "former teacher" riding on his back in terms of physique and weight. In desperation, classmate He could only divert his hatred: "The weight is Qi Yan gave it to me Yeah, I'm just a porter—"
Naturally, the zombies would not listen to his explanation. With one arm around the radio, the other pressed the back of He Zhiwen's head, and gnawed on his fleshy snow-white neck!
He Zhiwen was so crushed that he couldn't move, and the shadow that shrouded him grew bigger and bigger. He even felt the strange touch of the zombie's lips rubbing against his neck!
However, the expected pain came later, it was just rubbing against each other, as if the lips were dancing devil's steps on his neck.
He Zhiwen was puzzled, struggling to turn around under the pressure of the zombie, and found that the hair of the zombie was being tightly held by Qi Yan in his hand, and it was the strength of his comrades that stopped the zombie's teeth from moving forward. Can only stagnate at a subtle and extremely close distance.
Gritting his teeth, Qi Yan suddenly increased his strength, and finally pulled the zombie's head away from He Zhiwen's neck.
Because of Qi Yan's tugging, He Zhiwen keenly felt the weight on his body lighten, and took the opportunity to struggle and climb out. When the weight on his body completely disappeared, when he turned his head, he saw that the zombie had turned around at some point and bit Qi Yan's tiger's mouth!
He Zhiwen was terrified, his nerves exploded, and he was just about to ignore it and rush over, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The state of the two competing was not so much the zombie biting Qi Yan's tiger's mouth, but more like Qi Yan holding the zombie's mouth with his hand to prevent its head from continuing to attack. And because he was wearing leather gloves, the zombies couldn't do anything to him for a while.
In a flash, He Zhiwen felt a cold light flash across the ground, it was Song Fei who picked up Qi Yan's gun!
In the blink of an eye, the tip of the gun had pierced the zombie's face... Uh, or was it Qi Yan's hand
In the blink of an eye, Qi Yan suddenly used his strength to push down the zombie's head and his own hands, dodging the mop gun with a murderous aura!
"Don't move!" Song Fei missed a poke, and naturally blamed his comrades for not cooperating.
However, the comrades who are still entangled with the zombies couldn't be more embarrassed: "If I don't move, my hand will be smashed by you!"
Song Fei was aggrieved: "I have never used a long weapon, so I can only explore it in actual combat!"
Boom—
The weight flying across the sky hit the zombie's temple, and the heavy impact caused its skin to burst open, and dark red slurry came out.
"H-hit?" He, who was attacking from a few meters away, had a look of disbelief.
"Continue!" Qi Yan affirmed his comrade without hesitation, and at the same time continued to spur another comrade, "You still don't know how to ask!"
"..." In fact, classmate He doesn't like this statement very much.
Song Fei also didn't like it, and didn't he just stop hating him after he finished speaking! fraud!
"I don't know how to ask? Are you capable? You didn't drop it in a second for a long time! And they gave you a hand!"
"Ghost knows why the teachers in the School of Computer Science are so strong!!!"
He Zhiwen gave a weak reminder: "He may also like to play table tennis..."
"Fuck!" Song Fei became cruel, and simply dropped the mop gun, picked up the metal chopsticks he was familiar with and rushed over to help Qi Yan fight hand-to-hand.
The three of them wrestled together for a while, and the zombies didn't know if they sensed that Song Fei's visitor was not kind. While protecting the radio, they frantically twisted and shook their heads to avoid the attacks of Qi Yan's dagger and Song Fei's chopsticks.
He Zhiwen, who didn't dare to join the battlefield, obediently continued to throw weights, but the chaotic battle scene made his long-range attack miss his aim, especially when the last weight was thrown, the three of them just entangled in front of the window, and the weight It was thrown a little higher, and it went directly over the heads of the three of them and hit the glass!
With a bang, the glass shattered in an instant with the place hit by the weight as the center point. But it didn't fall apart, but was still fixed there as a whole piece, it looked like transparent glass had suddenly turned into a frosted one.
The sudden accident made Song Fei and Qi Yan stunned reflexively.
But the zombies didn't. Instead, they took this opportunity to knock the two of them away and asked He Zhi directly!
"Be careful!"
"Run!"
Qi Yan and Song Fei almost spoke in unison, but it was too late for He Zhiwen. His body was already slower than his brain, and his legs were still short and thick, which made things worse. And all the weights in the pocket have been thrown away, and it's too late to draw the dagger!
At the critical moment, He Zhiwen was quick to think, and stood there motionless. When the zombie came in front of him, he raised his hand and directly attacked the opponent's glasses!
The fierce battle just now did not make its glasses crooked or dropped, so student He, who also wears glasses, understood that it meant that the temples of the glasses were very tight, so instead of fighting, he took them off, which is equivalent to reaching out and grabbing the opponent glasses!
Song Fei and Qi Yan stared blankly, not understanding what the route was.
The zombie was also stunned for a moment, as if losing his glasses was a major event that took time to get used to.
He Zhiwen crushed the glasses the moment they hit the ground, and at the same time explained to his comrades: "It is 900 degrees short-sighted!"
Song Fei and Qi Yan looked at each other in dismay, knowing themselves and the enemy, they will win every battle, so you have to listen carefully to the elective courses!
The next move of He Zhiwen who stepped on the broken glasses was to draw out the short knife at his waist, but I don't know if it was the light of the knife that brought the zombie back to his senses. Just as he drew out the knife, before he could hold it tightly, the zombie suddenly grabbed it with the hand that was not holding the radio. He Zhi asked the shoulder!
It would be a lie to say that you are not afraid, He Zhiwen jumped away almost reflexively, and hid under the table in the next second.
Song Fei knew that He Zhiwen was not good at fighting, but he didn't think he would be so timid. Besides, if he was really that scared, he could have hidden in the first place, why did he hide only now after he knocked off the zombie glasses.
Just when he was wondering, his hand was suddenly held by Qi Yan, and in the next second, Qi Yan stuffed him under another table, and after Qi Yan stuffed him, he hid so fast that the moonlight was barely visible in the dark corner.
Qi Yan did the whole process very quickly, but his movements and steps were so light that Song Fei was full of doubts and still held back his mouth, and even subconsciously held his breath after hiding under the table.
The place where Qi Yan was hiding was very dark, and from Song Fei's perspective, only one side of his body could be seen, but at the next moment, the arm that exposed the light side suddenly lifted up, making a "shh" movement by visual inspection.
Song Fei suddenly realized.
He Zhiwen's removal of glasses was naturally to weaken the fighting power of the zombies - 900-degree myopia without glasses, and this kind of dim light that may not be fully visible even if the eyesight is good, basically equals to the destruction of eyesight. And then hid behind the table in order to completely disappear from the sight of the zombies. Similarly, Qi Yan shoved him into the table and hid himself in a dark corner for the same purpose.
Let the zombies be completely at a loss, so that they, or Qi Yan, can wait for an opportunity to kill them with one blow.
On a quiet night, in an empty office, zombies look around blankly, momentarily sluggish.
Qi Yan slowly drew out the dagger without making a sound.
Still holding its radio, the zombie lost its eyesight and began to sniff hard.
Qi Yan took the first step, very slowly and lightly.
The zombies didn't respond.
second step.
The zombie still didn't move, its head shook slightly, sniffing as many living people in the air as possible.
third step.
Qi Yan's stride was very long, and he had already reached the back of the zombie. Without any further hesitation, Qi Yan stabbed the zombie straight into the back of the head!
Da da da-
It was supposed to be a foolproof attack, but it is not known whether the zombie is blessed to the soul, or if it has a pair of eyes behind it, but it ran forward at the last moment, and the steps were so joyful that even the listener could feel its joyful mood.
Qi Yan watched in bewilderment as the cooked duck fluttered away and flew towards... He Zhiwen.
"Why are you staring at me—" He Zhiwen pushed his desk away and ran away again!
The success fell short, Song Fei hated that iron could not be made into steel: "Let you stop spraying toilet water!"
He Zhi asked: "I sprayed—"
"Not spraying enough!"
"I sprayed so much that Luo Geng stared at me!"
"That means it smells too meaty!"
"..."
If it is a fault to have a good body, then He Zhiwen should be cut into pieces.
During the conversation, Song Fei had already got out from under the table, at this moment, it was useless to hide any longer. Although the zombies couldn't see, they could accurately capture the direction of their prey by smelling He Zhiwen's scent, and they were chasing after them.
Song Fei chased after him and stabbed the zombie in the back of the head!
The zombie noticed something, turned around quickly, the tip of the knife rubbed against the zombie's chin, and stabbed into its neck!
Song Fei immediately pulled out his knife, blood spattered out, and some of it stained the goggles, causing a large red patch in his field of vision.
Song Fei raised his sleeve subconsciously to wipe it, but the zombie suddenly rushed over!
Song Fei immediately retreated to dodge, and the zombies chased after him until he retreated to the window sill, and his back leaned against the edge of the window sill!
There was no way to retreat, and the zombies pressed up directly. Song Fei's upper body slammed into the shattered glass, and there was a crash in an instant, and the glass disintegrated completely, leaving only the empty window frame and debris left on the edge.
The cold wind blew into the back of Song Fei's neck, making him shiver.
But the zombies didn't notice it, and continued to attack. The target was very clear, which was Song Fei's neck!
Song Fei couldn't overthrow it for a while, seeing that his bloody mouth was about to kiss his neck, he raised his head suddenly, and slammed into the opponent's face with his goggles!
However, Song Fei underestimated the fighting power of the zombie. The collision did not make the zombie retreat, but let it rub down along the goggles, running all the way to his throat!
Life and death are in an instant.
Song Fei had nothing to do.
Fortunately, Qi Yan had already arrived behind the zombie with only half of his clear vision left. This time, he didn't give the opponent another chance, and stabbed the zombie from the neck to the back of the head, from bottom to top, straight to the back of the head.
The zombie stopped and remained motionless.
Song Fei stared closely at the zombie's eyeballs, and after confirming that there were no fluctuations, he breathed a sigh of relief. But there was still a trace of vigilance, so he didn't dare to relax completely. He only glanced at the radio that was still held on his chest by the zombie, and carefully reached out to take it.
The moment Song Fei's fingers touched the radio, the zombie's body suddenly trembled.
That click was so clear that Song Fei's movements suddenly froze.
The eyeballs that were already like dead fish suddenly turned again. Song Fei's first reaction was to push the opponent away, but unexpectedly the zombie's movement was faster than him, and the radio was pulled out from under his hand in one fell swoop!
Song Fei couldn't react in time, and only saw the zombie's arm raised uncontrollably due to too violent movements, but the radio did not follow its movement to reach the highest point, but slipped due to the inertia of the arm during its upward movement. , flew out of his hand, and flew straight out of the window!
Song Fei desperately reached out to grab it, but it was too late, and he could only watch the radio fly along the empty window sash into the long night sky. Not long after, I heard a sound that was not deafening, but absolutely hopeless.
No need to look at the twelfth floor, the radio must be broken.
All three of them were at a loss for a moment, as if they had struggled arduously for many years, but in the end, nothing came of it.
"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the zombie crawled out from the window sill.
There are no balconies outside, only tall buildings and nothingness at night.
Snapped!
The sound of broken skin and bones is always so clear and tragic.
No matter how many times you listen to it, your scalp still feels numb.
This is a kind of physiological rejection, an instinct of being born as a human being, even if the person who fell from the building has already been infected as a zombie.
Song Fei slid down the window and sat slumped on the ground.
What kind of obsession is it that makes people retain such a clear and definite sense of protection after mutation? That little black box was perhaps the most important thing that teacher identified at the last moment of his life.
Boom.
The sudden knock on the door shook Song Fei's body and completely dissipated his trance.
Qi Yan and He Zhiwen also recovered from the voice, and quickly became vigilant.
The intermittent banging on the door lasted about five minutes. I don't know whether I felt the unbreakable door panel or found that there was no sound in the room. After five minutes, the door bumper gradually stopped, and finally I could hear him walking away with stiff steps.
The three of them looked at each other, and it was clear that the sounds of fighting should have attracted the zombies.
As the sound of footsteps completely disappeared, He Zhiwen suddenly stood up and said in a low voice, "Qi Yan, lend me the flashlight."
Qi Yan didn't know what he wanted to do, but his intuition was the right thing to do, so he took out the flashlight from his backpack without hesitation, and handed it over without asking.
"Thank you." He Zhiwen took the flashlight.
Qi Yan thought for a while, and then said: "There is not much battery left."
He Zhiwen nodded: "Don't worry."
In the next three minutes, Qi Yan and Song Fei witnessed what rummaging through boxes and cabinets is.
With the help of the flashlight, He Zhiwen turned the teacher's seat upside down, not letting go of any drawers, desks and cabinets. After looking through these, I ran to the side to look through the public file cabinets and lockers.
Qi Yan looked at Song Fei suspiciously, thinking that a BF who is good at crooked ways should understand: "He is..."
Sure enough, BF did not disappoint him, and said firmly, "Thieves don't leave empty space."
Anyway, they are all here, and they always want to bring something back as a souvenir.
However, what He Zhiwen finally dug out from the depths of the locker was far more exciting than a souvenir—about 65 centimeters long, 30 centimeters high, 15 centimeters thick, silver-gray all over, and a pair of speakers Separated to the left and right, the black net covering it looks like a pair of piercing big eyes. It is a portable large-scale radio recorder in the 1980s!
Song Fei has only seen this thing in TV dramas with a sense of the times. Grandpa Qi Yan has one at home, but it seems to have become a decoration. Anyway, ever since Qi Yan could remember, that thing had been placed on the cabinet of his grandfather's house. It hadn't been moved or made a sound for so many years, and it just stood there quietly, falling ashes along with the decorations next to it.
Different from the old antiques in Grandpa Qi Yan's house, He Zhiwen found this one and it was wiped clean. Even if the light is not enough, it can be seen that it has been carefully maintained.
Song Fei forced himself to calm down, don't be happy too early, what if the joy is empty again, he really can't help this kind of torture: "Can it still work?"
At this stage, He Zhiqian can only judge visually: "It should be possible."
"It's too retro..." Song Fei sighed from the bottom of his heart, and then asked curiously, "How do you know there's a radio?"
"Actually, I'm not sure either," He Zhiwen carefully put the tape recorder on the ground, scratching his head shyly, "However, anyone who likes something very much usually can't just collect one. Like my dad likes it Maps are posted everywhere on the wall at home, domestic, foreign, ancient, modern, all kinds. I like radio, and I have several walkie-talkies in my house!"
He Zhiwen smiled honestly, but his eyes were sparkling. Song Fei understands that expression when talking about things he likes!
"I'm the same as you! You see, I like game consoles. I have PS2, PS3, PS4, PSP, XBOX, Wii at home. Later, I also found the early card game consoles and the earliest red and white machines! It's very special to play. Retro, very kind of…”
Qi Yan glanced over lightly.
Song Fei, who was spitting all over the mouth, was like waking up from a dream: "It's a kind of... the feeling of being playful and despondent, and I'll deal with them all when I go back!"
He Zhi asked: "..."
The radio equipment treasured at home made He Zhiwen fall into the entanglement of whether to fall in love in the future. What if the girl he likes also thinks he's playful? Is he going to sell all these loves to waste collectors
Oh, love, student He from the School of Physics who hasn't held hands with a girl since kindergarten sighed deeply in his heart, you are such a tormenting little fairy.