At first, only Qiao Siqi maintained his sleeping position squinting there humming, but Zhou Yilu was woken up by his humming, and couldn't bear to complain about your bloody bed, but when it was his turn to wash up, he felt dizzy as soon as he stood up It shook and fell back to the floor.
Wang Qingyuan, Li Jingyu, Luo Geng, and Qiao Siqi, who had been moaning for a long time, were still lying on the poor bunk. Zhou Yiyi fell sideways on their stomachs, one by one, almost vomiting blood.
Song Fei, Qi Yan and the little landmine they were hugging escaped, but their ears were also awakened by the wailing of their comrades-in-arms.
Qiao Siqi angrily went to scratch Zhou Lv's head, trying to get him away, but he was weak and failed to push for a long time, but his subordinates felt the unusual heat on the other's forehead, and their eyes widened in surprise: "You also have a fever gone?"
There are only five words in this sentence, but it has rich connotations and multiple layers of emotion. Zhou Yilu first applied the "fever" to himself, Yipin, his head was dizzy and the cold was raging all over his body; then he thought about the word "also", and suddenly realized it later.
Opening Qiao Siqi's paws, Zhou Yili touched his forehead by himself, and put his other hand on Qiao Siqi's head. Comparing the two, the strange heat was exactly the same.
"You infected me?"
"...you are suffering from delusional disorder." Qiao Siqi was physically tormented by the disease, and mentally was severely injured by his comrades in arms, but he didn't have the strength to shout, and his complaints were limp.
Zhou Lv became more dizzy and dizzy, and couldn't figure out his thoughts at all.
Joskey fell down with a long-lasting hum, stabilizing his sanity at a low level but not completely lost: "I guess it was blown by the wind in your building, and I felt uncomfortable at that time..."
"Zhou Lu." Li Jingyu's weak call suddenly came from his ear.
"Wait a minute," Zhou Lv couldn't concentrate on two things at the moment, "I'll finish talking to him first."
"Can you get up from our stomachs first and then continue with him." Even though he was pressed to the point of vomiting blood, Wang Qingyuan's voice remained indifferent and abstinent.
Luo Geng admitted that pretentiousness is a gene imprinted in the bones and flesh, and he can't do it himself: "You are fucking dead!"
The commotion in the first class of Wusheng opened the prelude to the awakening of the back kitchen, and soon the chemical Thirteen Lang and the second class of Wusheng got up one after another. After the radio team set off, the left-behind personnel of the second class moved down. Firstly, it is convenient to collectively guard the base camp, and secondly, it is more convenient to live downstairs. Among other things, just going to the toilet saves the trouble of climbing up and down.
In fact, there is a third point, which is tacitly understood by everyone, but no one breaks it.
Although the first two classes met in the cafeteria by chance, they never met each other. To be precise, even Class 2 hadn’t established a deep revolutionary friendship within themselves, so the relationship between them was mostly kind classmates. Far less than candor and intimacy.
Having good thoughts and yearning for the light is the basic commonality for them to be good-neighborly and friendly, but the commonality is not friendship. If Class 2 wants to eat Class 1's meal, they will take the initiative to exchange their own food instead of directly reaching out; Class 2 brought it down to discuss it politely with Class 1, and it didn't get straight to the point, but it took a long time to get to the business.
The so-called friendship requires congeniality to make bones, and accumulates to make flesh.
When Lianhe went to the courier point, the friendship was still very skinny, but now the department building is back, plump and pleasant.
The most direct manifestation is that across a whole desk, almost as far as the horizon, on the floor of shift 2, one can get up and say—
"So it was you two who killed me."
Zhou Lv, who had finally climbed down from his comrade-in-arms, looked at the moaning Qiao Siqi, so angry that he wished he could beat the drums and complain—
"Feng Qibai, your name is Pengci!"
Fortunately, there are always good people in the world, and the outspoken classmate Wu Zhou helped provide clues: "Could it be that Zhao He took the water pipe?"
Feng Qibai wrapped the clothes covering his body even more suspiciously: "Then why are you alright?"
This is a very difficult question. Wu student racked his brains and couldn't figure it out. In the end, he could only sincerely apologize: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so strong."
"..." Feng Qibai closed his eyes, maybe calm down, he could live a little longer.
Zhao He wanted to tell when he was betrayed by a department friend, but he opened his mouth several times in a row, but couldn't make a sound, his eyes widened in fright, and his face was bewildered.
Chemical Thirteen Lang watched the wusheng class as quietly as a chicken. First, he placed the three feverish people side by side, covered them with clothes, then soaked them in cold water with a relatively clean rag and wrung them out halfway. Boil hot water, it's time to cook gruel.
After a busy afternoon, not only did the three of them not get better, but they became more and more serious. It was obvious that the body was burning badly, but the person kept shouting cold, and the appearance of shrinking into a ball made people feel desperate.
The dozen or so people were no longer in the mood for joking, and all looked concerned, as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
Huang Mo said that after returning to the cafeteria to relax suddenly, all the previous fatigue and cold were recovered. Wang Shan felt that it might not be just a matter of looking for the radio for two days. In his opinion, it is a miracle that only three of these people who have been fighting have fallen now. You must know that they almost lost half of their lives just by running from the Qiushi building to the cafeteria. The feeling of panic has not been completely relieved until now, let alone several classmates, who even left the laboratory with their lives.
These three will die, burned alive with fever.
Not only Wang Shan, but all the students in the Yinghua class think so. It's not that they are pessimistic, but in the current situation, illness is a kind of force majeure, there is no doctor or medicine, and they can only resign themselves to fate.
In fact, so what if you don't get sick, you may be bitten to death by the rushing zombies anytime and anywhere.
In the face of this unprecedented disaster, people are like ants. Those who can survive until the rescue arrives are not so strong, but just lucky.
"It can't go on like this," Wang Shan heard someone say over there, "I need to find medicine."
Then the other two reacted quickly and said in unison: "The school hospital!"
—It is a dangerous job to choke fate by the throat. If you choke it once, you can be afraid of a few years later.
The school hospital is located on the northwest side of the campus. Strictly speaking, it can no longer be regarded as the main campus, because the campus planning of Song Fei and his university faces south and is square, and even the roads are as far as possible. It is arranged in a well, but the area where the school hospital is located is an additional piece of land circled on the northwest side, which is used to house the family buildings of retired teachers and in-service teachers. If you look at it from a high altitude, it looks like a large rectangle and a small circle. They are very close, but they do not intersect or touch each other. They are connected by a short and thin straight line.
This line is the only way to the family area and the school hospital.
Rather than saying that this hospital is a school hospital, it is actually more like a community hospital for family buildings. However, most of the retired faculty and staff are unwilling to move from the old campus in the city center, so that most of the teachers living here are young and strong teachers, so there are very few students who see a doctor on weekdays, and the teachers who seek medical treatment are few and far between. , the whole school hospital has been in a solemn and deserted state for a long time.
There was no time for the friends to discuss too much, and the people who went to find the medicine were finalized soon-Song Fei, Qi Yan, Wang Qingyuan, Luo Geng.
The number of people is set at four, because this time the battle must be resolved quickly. If there are too many people, the possibility of side effects will increase, which will slow down the speed; if there are too few people, the risk factor will be high, which will slow down the success rate.
The four of them were selected because Song Fei was familiar with the terrain of the park, Qi Yan had the highest comprehensive quality of experience, skill, and mind among the only remaining healthy comrades in arms, Luo Geng and Wang Qingyuan also had certain combat effectiveness, and because they had been repairing Healthy and restful, full of energy.
Lin Dilei and Li Jingyu are left in class 1, taking care of Zhou Lu and Qiao Siqi.
Class 2 stayed here this time, Huang Moding Haishenzhen, Zhao He's pharyngitis breathed out, Feng Qibai couldn't get sick, He Zhiwen had no hands, Fu Xiyuan lacked experience in fighting zombies, but he was fine in fighting, so if there was any The surviving classmates with evil intentions broke in, and they could join forces with Wu Zhou.
After finishing the outfit, the sunset is almost dusk.
Luo Geng asked Zhao He to ask for the military assassin back, but the latter was reluctant to give up, but had no choice but to hand it in.
There was only one bottle of toilet water left, and the four of them discussed for a long time and decided not to spray it. As a result, Lin Dilei sprayed Chanel on it without receiving any notice. It is said that the fragrance lasts much longer than six god, and with sweating and body fragrance, it becomes more and more seductive.
The four male classmates looked at me and I looked at you, and they could feel the lovelessness in each other's eyes through the goggles.
Charged mobile phone, flashlight, rope, simple rations, gas mask, mop grab, fruit knife, scissors, utility knife, military stab, metal chopsticks, CHANEL perfume... Shisan Lang looked at the martial arts class and put on the same equipment on his body, Putting props in the backpack, and putting the weapon in the waistband of the trousers, it is an eye-opener and amazing.
This is not a motley army, this is a fucking well-equipped independent regiment! ! !
Still recovering from the shock, Wang Shan only felt that he was shrouded in a shadow, and when he looked up, it was Song Fei.
The visitor was standing while he was sitting, and he lost a lot in terms of momentum alone, especially with Song Fei's fierce face: "Is there any bomb?"
"I can't give it to you!" Wang Shan blurted out the refusal, almost subconsciously. After he finished speaking, he felt a little blunt and muttered, "This is the only thing we can defend ourselves."
No one blames it, but I blame myself for not having a friendly and honest face.
"No one is going to rob you," Song Fei sighed sadly, "It's best to have leftovers. This thing will be used in the cafeteria."
"Then we won't go to heaven with the cafeteria?"
"Who made you really detonate!"
The so-called temporary partnering refers to complete, complete, no, yes, tacit, agreement.
"If there are new survivors coming, it doesn't matter if they live in peace, but if anyone wants to make trouble, don't be polite, just show the weapons of mass destruction."
"When will it be bright?"
"Listen to Huang Mo."
"Just bright?"
"if not!"
Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Song Fei felt a little calmer.
"Remember," patted Wang Shan's shoulder firmly with his palm, "If the bomb blows up, it's called returning to the West Paradise together. If it doesn't blow up, it's the best sword in the world."
Huang Mo showed a gratified smile.
It's not the first time that comrades in the martial arts class have seen Song's cunning and treachery, but every time they have new feelings.
Zhao He didn't care about the bomb, and he still persisted in tugging on Qi Yan's sleeve, and he was very pitiful.
Reluctantly withdrawing the indescribable gaze cast on BF, Qi Yan held the hand on his sleeve: "Don't worry, I won't forget your anti-inflammatory medicine."
Zhao He suddenly felt relieved, even more at ease than Song Fei who promised him a hundred sentences. Sure enough, this is the boyfriend force MAX...
Uh, I always feel that this sentence is weird.