While the intruders were stunned by the bomb, Qi Yan, Wu Zhou, Fu Xiyuan, Wang Qingyuan, and Luo Geng immediately unleashed their weapons. He Zhiwen, Li Jingyu, and the chemical thirteen boys reacted a bit slower, but Seeing the actions of the five people, I immediately understood and followed suit.
The madness of the intruders seemed to be held back in one breath.
In fact, not all of them had their weapons on. Some of them carried sharp weapons but didn't take them in the end. It was just hand-to-hand combat. Some didn't even have weapons at all.
Now they are discouraged, and most of them are depressed. Like a lantern blown out by a gust of wind, it is no longer ferocious, and its face is ashen.
Song Fei watched Qi Yan lead his comrades to drive the intruders to the corner, and watched those people squat down slowly with loose eyes, as if all three souls and seven souls had been pulled away, leaving only a numb body.
They're not even desperate.
Desperate only when they want to live but can't, but they don't even have this emotion in their eyes.
Song Fei didn't know if the fierce battle just now had exhausted their last thoughts, so there was nothing to support their bodies, let alone their will.
Completely crumbled from the inside out.
"Ahhhh—" The hostage in his arms broke free suddenly, and rushed towards Wang Shan in a frenzy!
The branch secretary of the chemical group, who was used to blowing up bunkers, was frightened stupid, as if he suddenly ran into a lunatic on the way to school, instinctively frightened, ran away, even forgot to adjust his posture, and held up the explosive pack while running!
This scene was so weird that it stunned all the friends for a moment.
Song Fei was the first to react, and rushed out!
However, it was a step too late. Seeing that the tall and burly male student was about to catch up with Wang Shan who was not working hard, his outstretched hand had already touched Wang Shan's back!
thump—
The chaser suddenly lost his balance, and fell forward with a bang, hitting his face on the marble floor!
Song Fei hurried over, and saw Qiao Siqi, who had already crawled out of the floor, was hugging his opponent's calf tightly. Just hugging is not enough, after the opponent fell down, he opened his mouth and gnawed on him!
The completely crazy male student no longer knows the pain, or compared to the face, the gnawing on the calf is completely negligible. But he wanted to get up, so he kicked his legs desperately to kick the person who hindered him away!
Song Fei straddled the opponent's body with one leg, sat down on his back, facing Qiao Siqi's direction, and pressed his comrade's hand firmly: "Josi Qi!"
Student Qiao, who was almost insane, was taken aback when he heard this, and was dragged away by Lin Dilei who rushed over afterwards.
Song Fei immediately turned around at 180 degrees with his butt as the axis, pulled the opponent's hair and raised his face, determined to ignore the opponent's face that was already stained red by nosebleeds, and yelled with all his might: "You fucking Crazy enough—”
"That's enough for you! I'll hold you back even if I die!" The man spat blood on Song Fei's face.
Song Fei really wanted to open the opponent's brain circuit to see what the structure was: "No one wants you to die! We don't want to die either! Can you let your IQ go online and listen to us!!!"
"Don't kill me, you take out the food, take it!!!"
"Luncheon meat or mashed potatoes?"
Huang Mo appeared beside the boy like a ghost, opening the can with one hand and filling a small bowl with sweetness in the other.
No one knows when she came, as if Pangu squatted there when the world opened up, just waiting for the summon to show up.
She asked very gently, and the boy listened very sci-fi.
Song Fei came back to his senses, let go of the hand that was holding his hair, took off the backpack in a gentle manner, found out the half of the remaining plastic bottle of boiled water, and handed it to the boy's face: "Why don't you take a few sips first?"
No sound, silence.
The preset scene is too different from the actual situation, and the boy with a nosebleed needs to restart the system.
The twenty-eight walking dead who were circled to the corner also dissipated the madness buff in such a magical turning point, returning a trace of red and blue bars.
"Listen well," Song Fei said in a deep voice, word by word, firm and forceful, not only to the boy lying on the ground, but also to all the uninvited guests in the corner, "We are all classmates in the same school, no, even social Strangers in the Internet, when we get together in this environment, all we should think and do is unite and help each other to survive. We are not prepared to monopolize the cafeteria, but it is impossible for you to fight and loot. If you want to live well , we have to keep the order here, share resources, and share difficulties. What we have to deal with are those monsters outside, not classmates, and if anyone wants to come here, don’t blame us for being rude. We are afraid of ourselves."
"..."
"Listen clearly, speak!"
"Let's have another sip."
"...Student Huang, can you wait for me to finish speaking before feeding him!"
Kazi.
Kazi, Kazi.
Huang Mo didn't feed him a second bite, the uninvited guests in the corner were still digesting Song Fei's declaration of order, and the whole back kitchen was in a disheveled silence, so the crisp sound became even more frightening.
Li Jingyu, who was standing next to the case, always felt that the voice was close at hand. After looking around, he suddenly bent down and looked under the case.
A frail male classmate was holding a huge white radish and nibbling secretly there, swallowing so hard that he chewed the skin along with it.
Judging from the remaining radishes, he might have hid here and started eating since he entered the house, but there was a fierce battle just now, and no one paid attention to the sound here.
"Ding Shiyuan?!" The little whale recognized a student from a club.
The young man was stunned, the carrot dropped from his hand, fell to the ground with a thud, and then rolled out a few times. He didn't notice it at all, he just stared in disbelief at the familiar face that suddenly appeared in front of him, as if seeing a miracle: "Li Jingyu?!"
Eye circles suddenly turned red: "Xiao Ding!"
The boy choked up and cried out, "Old Li—"
Perhaps those who engage in literature are naturally sentimental and full of romanticism, so a surprise reunion with classmates, it was a tear-jerking scene where my underground party finally got connected after all the hard work.
The Wusheng class and the chemical thirteen boys let them cry under the counter, because they have more important things to do-distribute food to the uninvited guests.
The twenty-nine students were obviously very hungry, and after getting their food, they just devoured it voraciously. Friends and foes, good and evil, past and future, existence and destruction, go to hell.
A few students with longer reflex arcs have not yet adapted to the sharp turn of the plot, and stood there in a daze, not daring to reach out to pick up the food. In their habitual thinking, getting food is a matter of life and death. Now that they are defeated, they should die. The most merciful thing is to leave them there to fend for themselves. How could they be distributed to eat after being subdued by force.
That's something to eat, a non-renewable resource that loses one bite if you eat it, and you're crazy to share it with others? !
Wusheng Ban and Chemical Thirteen Lang saw it, and felt very uncomfortable. The hatred brought down by the fierce battle just now cannot be dissipated in an instant, but there is indeed no way to connect with the group of refugees in front of him.
Their behavior seems to be too different from before and after, but when the human spirit is tortured to the limit and driven to madness by hunger, it seems that it is not surprising to do anything.
Crying in one second, laughing in the next, vicious as a ghost in the last, weak as an ant in the next.
Human willpower is as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of disaster and desperation.
Qi Yan walked up to the three patients and handed the medicine to Lin Dilei, who took warm water and fed the medicine to the three friends. Zhao He had already swallowed the anti-inflammatory medicine immediately, and now he was guarding the uninvited guest who was gorging himself with Wu Zhou, Fu Xiyuan and the others.
Song Fei was finally able to take a breath, but suddenly thought of something again, and hurriedly grabbed Wang Shan to a secluded corner, and asked solemnly: "Is it safe to put your bomb here? The trial version is so fierce, and the official version is about to explode. Fly with the cafeteria?"
"There is no official version." Wang Shan gave him an old-fashioned look of "You are still too young", "That is a model I made out of soil. If it is filled with flammable and explosive materials, I will If you are still alive, a Mars can go to the sky."
"Then you said the bomb..."
"They're all the kind of miniature throwing cannons thrown by Hao Bin. Didn't you say that the emphasis is on intimidation, not death."
"But you can't have no weapons of mass destruction, just in case..."
"In case you encounter a place that needs a big explosion, disassemble all the trial kits, pour the contents together, and it fits perfectly, no matter where it explodes."
"..."
"How?" Wang Shan's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Advance can be attacked, retreat can be defended," Song Fei patted him on the shoulder in relief, "You have grown."
"Song Fei." Huang Mo came over at some point.
Song Fei finally couldn't help it, and asked the question that had troubled him for a long time: "Are you walking silently?"
Huang Mo smiled: "No, actually I have no feet at all."
Song Fei swallowed her saliva, and corrected her attitude: "Mr. Huang, please speak up if you have something to do."
"Go and see if the two under the desk have finished crying. If they have finished crying, ask Ding Shiyuan what's going on with them, where they came from, and what they have experienced."
"What if you haven't finished crying?"
"Then interrupt them and ask Ding Shiyuan what's going on with them, where they come from, and what they've been through."
"..."
He obviously just said the same thing twice in the same kind tone, why did he have a fear that he would be stabbed to death if he didn't do it! ! !
Under the desk, both Lao Li and Xiao Ding cried like rabbits.
When Song Fei sneaked in with the canned luncheon meat, the two of them were still smoking and chatting, reminiscing about the happiness of the club in the past.
With meat, everything is easy to talk about. Regarding Song Fei's questions, Ding Shiyuan knew everything and said everything, and even poured out all the things Song Fei didn't ask.
Ding Shiyuan is a junior who is one year younger than Li Jingyu, but because he went to school a year earlier and skipped another grade in elementary school, he is three years younger than Li Jingyu, so he looks like a high school student.
According to him, they ran out of the dormitory. Counting him, the thirty people were actually divided into two groups, one from No. 5 male dormitory building, and the other from No. 6. Among them, the School of Economics and Management and the School of Computer Science account for the majority, and there are some other schools.
After a month of suffering, almost everyone in the dormitory went crazy, and those who were not crazy were almost driven to death.
The long-term closed extreme environment has alienated them both physically and psychologically. Every day, some people jump off the building, or simply open the door to let monsters bite them, but most of them still grab things. When someone robs, someone resists, so the robbed is no longer a human being, and the robbed is also forced to go to Liangshan.
Later, those of them who were driven to a dead end could only discuss fleeing abroad.
In fact, no one knows what will happen if you escape, but if you stay, you will die, so even if it is a life-saving straw, even if the end is still sinking to the bottom, they still want to catch it and fight to the death.
Ding Zhiyuan didn't know the situation in Building No. 6, but judging from the two building's fled partners who hit it off, the encounter should be quite similar.
There were more than 50 people who broke through, but only 30 of them actually entered the cafeteria. Many people were knocked down on the way, but Ding Shiyuan couldn't tell who they were.
In the final analysis, they are just a group of strangers who are temporarily assembled for survival, and they can't even talk about familiarity, let alone friendship and tacit understanding.
If they hadn't just heard Luo Geng calling Lin Dilei when they ran over, they might have rushed into the main entrance of the canteen blindfolded.
If so, it may be a completely different end.
"I don't even know how I got here these days," Ding Shiyuan's face flashed a little dazed, as if recalling the hell scene in the dormitory, "It's like a dream."
When Song Fei crawled out from under the table, the back kitchen was already noisy.
Lin Dilei was being pulled by Luo Geng to check the bruises and bruises on her arms, while Qi Yan stayed by the side of the three patients who were obviously calmer.
It may be that the medicine works quickly, or it may be that taking the medicine itself gave some psychological hints to the comrades in arms, but no matter what—Song Fei sniffed and suppressed the heat in his eyes—it was worth the risk of life and death that night.
"Jilin, Liaoning and other places have gradually resumed heating, and Heilongjiang..."
The melodious broadcasting voice is full of penetrating power even in the noise of more than 50 people.
Obviously, it had only been a few hours since the last time they listened to the radio—just before heading to the hospital, they listened to the radio to boost their fighting spirit, but listening to it now, it still feels like it’s been a long time.
The content of the news was not much different from a few hours ago, and of course it wasn't for him.
The tape recorder was placed in front of twenty-nine people, and it had been playing for an unknown amount of time. The news is chattering back and forth, and the twenty-nine people are listening back and forth. This kind of wheel is like a psychotherapist's hypnotic artifact, swinging back and forth, repeating itself, so the anxious nerves of the patients are slowly relaxed and stable in such mechanical movements.
Sitting next to the tape recorder, Huang Mo is not only the hope of guarding the students, but also accompanying the new students. From time to time, he inserts a few plain words during the news break, not sensational, not indifferent, a kind of just right nature, but inexplicably soothing.
The hunger gradually went away, and the rationality slowly returned.
A few students were already crying, with unbelievable surprises, fear of escaping death, or those unspeakable embarrassments.
Song Fei didn't know how many times this was the first time he was glad that he left the dormitory early.
If he is still trapped in 440, is he also driven crazy like these people
Ding Zhiyuan said it was like a dream.
Song Fei hoped that these people would regard all that as a dream.
No matter how painful and dark the dream was, now that I wake up, I can see the light sneaking in from behind the curtains when I open my eyes.