That night, neither the martial arts class nor the chemical thirteen man dared to sleep much. Even if they closed their eyes, they were still squinting, vigilant, for fear that the newcomers would show up again.
But the twenty-nine of them slept soundly, huddled one by one in the corner as peacefully as if snuggling in the arms of their mother. Ding Zhiyuan even relied on his relationship status to directly enjoy half of Li Jingyu's bedding, and his rendezvous with Zhou Gong was so deep and long.
The next morning, the symptoms of the four patients all eased to varying degrees. The high fever subsided a lot, and the low fever disappeared completely. The latter could even make sporadic sounds, such as "I want to eat meat". But a few of the newcomers felt uncomfortable again, and they didn't know whether they were tired or scared. They suddenly relaxed and found them all. Fortunately, Huang Mo found out early and gave them a drink of granules. What kind of disease did it develop into
After that, the fifty or so people spent two days in peace. During the period, people rushed out of the dormitories in the east and west districts more than once, but they did not form a large scale. At most, only three or four people rushed out at a time. They were either directly surrounded by zombies and wiped out, or they panicked and fled in the end. where.
The confiscated weapons of the newcomers are still under centralized custody, and there is no plan to return them to their original owners. But whether it is the martial arts class or the chemical Thirteen Lang can see that after three days of baptism in the news broadcast, these people have calmed down and returned to their senses, and some have even started to cry secretly because of homesickness and parents. Look horizontally and vertically They are closer to harmless ordinary classmates.
At the beginning, Huang Mo would devote more energy to take care of them, and then gradually let them stay by themselves. As long as they don't cause trouble, they can move around freely in the back kitchen, which also avoids making them feel a sense of resistance under house arrest. .
Of the three sick comrades in arms, Zhou Yilu was the first to completely lose their fever, followed by Feng Qibai, and Qiao was the last one. When his fever subsided, Zhou Yilu was able to sit up and share his feelings of illness with his comrades.
After hearing about the glorious deeds of Qiao Siqi, who was still concerned about the freezer glass and hugged the thigh of the villain while he was ill, Zhou and Feng were both shocked and sincerely admired, especially Zhou Lu, who originally wanted to laugh at Qiao Siqi for his slow fever recovery. He changed his words in an instant, and the turning point was abrupt, which can be used as an example of an awkward turn. Hearing this, Feng Qibai wanted to send a screen full of bullet screens to help him cover his face.
On the twenty-seventh day when the corpse tide broke out, it was raining and snowing.
The only thing the health buddies in the Wusheng class did these two days was to visit the back kitchen on the second and third floors, and the result was worse than they expected.
The back kitchens on the second floor are all small single rooms, whether it’s Japanese food, Sichuan cuisine, or Northwest flavor, such special small facades will not hoard a large amount of food at all. Even if there is a freezer or refrigerator, the capacity is not large, and some even have no food. . As for the fish and meat dishes kept at room temperature, none of them survived, and all of them have deteriorated. Song Fei and the others could only carry away a bag of rice and half a bag of noodles from one house, and a few boxes of eggs and half a basket of potatoes from another house, while searching for the pitifully scarce refrigeration equipment.
The third floor is better than the second floor, at least the freezer is bigger, but compared to the first floor, it is not enough to see at all. After all, going to the third floor is equivalent to going to a restaurant, and the passenger flow is much lower than that of daily dining.
After a lot of hard work to get all these things to the back kitchen on the first floor, seeing that the consumed reserves are finally replenished.
The eyes of the chemistry class and the new students were all bright, but the martial arts class was more determined to leave - there was only this, and after eating, there was really nowhere to go.
After that, Song Fei had nothing to do and could only stare at the window in a daze. The shutters were adjusted to be parallel to the outside, so Song Fei witnessed the whole process from cloudy to hazy to rainy.
Like him, looking up at the sky for a long time and being unable to extricate themselves are Zhao He who is obediently raising his voice, and Qiao Siqi who is just recovering from a serious illness.
The weather looked like light snow, but it turned into water droplets when it fell on the glass, so the three of them held their own opinions, arguing endlessly about light rain, light snow, or sleet.
Qi Yan sat back not far away, and began to clean guns, fruit knives, scissors, and maintain all the equipment on his body, raising his eyelids from time to time to see how boring the three of them could be.
Wu Zhou joined the battle. He supported Zhao He's sleet on the grounds that he was from the Northeast with rich experience in appreciating snow. He missed his parents in his hometown when the other two questioned that "the vote of the two of you is invalid". suddenly became sad.
Fu Xiyuan once again experienced Luo Geng's military boxing in the process of exploring the second and third floors, so he couldn't wait to ask for advice after he came back; Wang Qingyuan and He Zhiwen each leaned in a corner alone, either thinking quietly, or closing their eyes to rest; Feng Qi Bai studied Zhao He's triangle iron, and quickly played it with a clear and dynamic rhythm. The thing that sounded like scrap copper and rotten iron in Zhao He's hands suddenly changed, and the whole body glowed; Li Jingyu found a bragging The audience described the battles in the martial arts class all the way to heaven and earth as comparable to Journey to the West. Not only did Xiao Ding listen for a moment, but even the twenty-nine new classmates believed it, and said that it was the same as what they heard in the dormitory. The legend is the same - not long after the tide of corpses broke out, a group of brave alumni armed with sharp knives killed all directions and rushed out of a dawn, and finally disappeared in the horizon of hope in the dawn of the sun.
Chemical Thirteen Lang is still the same, forming a small group of his own, talking, chatting, reminiscing about classmates, and looking forward to the future.
Lunch is good at this time.
Zhou Lv, who has been helping Lin Dilei and Huang Mo, helped the cook to the end. He directly divided the vegetables in the big pot and the rice in the steamer into three big pots, and served them to the martial arts class, chemistry class, and newcomer class one by one.
One dish, one meal, everyone is equal.
Qiao Siqi, Feng Qibai and Zhou Lu, who were still a little weak, got an extra small bowl of chicken skeleton soup.
"What about mine?" Zhao He stretched his neck and waited for a long time, only to find that there were only three bowls of soup. This was heartbreaking, "I am also a patient."
Fu Xiyuan patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "You have a good physique."
Zhao He: "A good physique also needs love."
"Here, I'll get you an extra piece of frozen tofu." Song Fei sent fluffy tofu cubes to Zhao He's bowl, "I'm soft-hearted, and I can't see others being pitiful."
"Thanks, thank you." Zhao He ate the frozen tofu in one bite, as if venting his anger, but was scalded half to death by the hot soup inside.
Song Fei was startled, but he didn't expect him to eat in such a hurry. Before the other party was busy drinking cold water, he hurriedly hid to the other side, but he jumped and dodged, remembering something: "Our freezer is still there. Does it work?"
Zhao He was about to lose his temper, but was interrupted by Song Fei, and his attention was also focused on food storage.
"It's okay," said Zhou Lv, he helped the cook and always took things from the freezer, and he had the most say, "Although the inner glass is broken, there is a cover on the outside, just like the door of an ordinary refrigerator, it can keep warm. "
Song Fei felt relieved: "Oh, that's good."
Lin Dilei sighed suddenly: "It's actually not very good."
The students in the martial arts class and Ding Shiyuan, a temporary non-staff member, were all stopped by these words, and all their eyes were on Lin Dilei.
The latter didn't make a fool of himself, and told the truth directly: "The naked eyes in the freezer can be seen to be consumed. I don't see if we are all vegetarian today. When a few more people come, it will probably be empty."
"Where's the rice noodles?" Qi Yan asked.
Lin Dilei: "I still have them, they can last longer than meat and vegetables."
Song Fei: "Do we still have vegetables?"
Ding Shiyuan: "A carrot."
Song Fei: "..."
"Where's the canned food?" Li Jingyu asked unwillingly.
Qiao Siqi: "I sneaked over to look. The luncheon meat is basically eaten, and the rest are canned fruit, black bean dace, and old godmother. It's too cruel to be the staple food."
"Wait," He Zhiwen raised his hand to ask, "Why did you go 'secretly'?"
Qiao Siqi: "I said... secretly?"
All comrades: "Yes."
Qiao Siqi: "Uh, that, me, anyway, it must not be stealing food, so you can't trust your comrades more!"
All comrades: "..."
Zhou Lu: "People are so stupid, do we still care about it?"
All comrades: "Forget it."
Joskey: "..."
Why do I suddenly feel that being whipped by my friends is a kind of happiness instead!
"Huang Mo," Qi Yan, who had been silent all this time, said, "Didn't you say before that we should plan as soon as possible? I don't think we can delay any longer. Right now, today, we have to have a direction."
In fact, Huang Mo knew what Qi Yan wanted to say when he was called. It was her who started it, but there has been no text, and now it is imminent, so naturally I want to find her. But to be honest, she was also flustered and didn't know what to do, but she couldn't say this two days ago, so as not to mess with everyone.
Now that the friends are resting and recuperating, and the rookie class has stabilized, let's spread out all the problems and brainstorm together.
"I've been thinking about it for the past two days, and my head is about to explode." Huang Mo put down the bowl, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "I didn't think of any useful solution."
"Dizzy," Song Fei didn't know whether to be angry with her self-righteousness or feel sorry for her and put the pressure on her, "What are you thinking on your own? If you want to be able to think about everything by yourself, why do you need comrades in arms?"
Huang Mo was stunned for a moment, and just about to speak, Feng Qibai took the lead again: "I guess I think we people can't think of anything, it's the same whether we say it or not."
Huang Mojiong hurriedly explained: "This is really not true. I just saw that everyone hadn't recovered from the past two days. I thought that the food is enough for the time being anyway, so I will rest wholeheartedly for a few days. When the energy and spirit are restored, I will go to the hospital again." It’s not too late to worry about this.”
"You are the only one who is crooked." Song Fei knocked Feng Qibai's head angrily, "Cut off your bangs quickly, your eyes will block your eyes and you will feel weird when you speak."
Without waiting for Feng Qibai to reply, he said to Huang Mo: "No matter what happens in the future, just tell your comrades after thinking about it, there are dozens of us, even if we are not as smart as you individually, we will be smarter than you together."
Huang Mo burst into laughter, and readily accepted: "Well, it must crush me."
Song Fei looked around at his friends, and continued: "All of us are the same. In the future, no matter what happens to anyone, no matter what they think of, they will take it out as soon as possible, and everyone will carry it together. There are dozens of people, the sky is falling, we Holding hands can also build a load-bearing wall."
Zhou Lu: "It's related to the profession. I have to remind you that a load-bearing wall cannot support a building if it cannot form a balance of forces."
Qi Yan: "Let me also add that a single IQ is not as good as Huang Mo's..."
Wang Qingyuan: "Qi Yan and I both have reservations."
Song Fei: "..."
So people who love to learn hate it the most! ! !
Huang Mo looked at the friends quietly, feeling very comfortable. She clearly knew that a very serious matter was being discussed, but she just couldn't suppress it. She just felt relaxed from the inside out, and perhaps, there was still a little warmth.
She is a person who likes to think a lot. Whether she is a classmate or a best friend, they all feel that she is not lively enough, and sometimes even feel that she likes to keep things in her heart and not share them with anyone. But at the same time, they all think that she is very powerful, and they are willing to talk to her whenever they have troubles. Over time, she gets used to being a listener and a problem solver.
Even with her own problems, no matter how hard or difficult she was, she would deal with them by herself, rarely telling others, let alone asking for help.
But now Song Fei has decided her sexuality straightforwardly—our combined IQ crushes you, so you must find the organization if you have something to do, and the refutation is invalid.
Why is she protesting.
She was clearly having fun.
The feeling of relying on a partner is wonderful, so wonderful that even being complained about, it sounds like singing, or the kind with a particularly complete five-tone.
"The current situation is that there is only so much food, and we can't make new ones. We have to sit and eat, or open up new grain depots." In a few simple sentences, Qi Yan clearly presented the status quo.
"The problem is that there is no new grain depot." Zhou Yilu spread out the campus floor plan he drew himself, "Don't worry about the canteen in the west area. Just like our side, the express delivery points in the supermarket are almost searched, and the vending machines in the library are so expensive We smashed it, they smashed the vending machines in the Qiushi building, and now the most that can be left are the vending machines in other department buildings, and there are two each in the basketball hall and the swimming pool, oh yes, the academic affairs There are still in the building, but if we can go to the academic affairs building, then the main entrance of the school is next to it, so why not just go out to the opposite commercial street."
"The one opposite our school is still called Commercial Street?" Zhao He didn't want to interrupt, but he really couldn't bear it.
"Cun'er, let's do it, Cun'er," Zhou Lv changed his words mercilessly, "Anyway, if it's in the school, the vending machines can be opened, and the premise is that it hasn't been beaten, smashed and robbed by other surviving students."
"Even if they haven't been smashed and robbed, there are still snacks inside." Li Jingyu's face was wrinkled like a roll, "It can only solve the urgent need, not once and for all."
Lin Dilei raised her forehead: "What time is it, you still want to get it done once and for all..."
"Song Fei?" In the heated discussion atmosphere, BF's quietness was out of place. The important thing is that this is not his style at all, so Qi Yan asked in confusion, "What are you thinking?"
Song Fei's answer was: "Josie Qi."
Qi Yan was stunned.
Qiao Siqi, who was hit in the knee by a stray bullet flying out of the Tarim Basin while diving in the Maldives, was stunned, and swore to the sky at Qi Yan: "Do I have any relationship with Song Fei! I am straight!"
Song Fei's black line: "Even if you bend into a snake and walk, it's not my style!"
Qiao Siqi: "Then why do you want me!"
Song Fei: "Aren't you familiar with zombie movies? Isn't our current situation not seen in zombie movies?"
Qiao Si Qimeng blinked his eyes for a long time before he understood what Song Fei meant, and quickly waved his hands: "That's a movie, can it be the same as reality? It's all a routine."
Song Fei is now a dead horse as a living horse doctor: "Then let's talk about routines."
After deliberating for a while, classmate Qiao cleared his throat and began to popularize science with his friends: "That's it, I have roughly divided five types into zombie movies. I don't know how accurate they are, but they can basically cover them. That is Road movies, farming, brainless killing, trapping animals, superheroes."
All the friends: "..."
The classification is professional and the concept is clear. If it is not for the limited objective conditions, they all have the urge to take notes in class.
"Road movies are about killing and running forward. Usually there is no clear destination, or the destination is set in an extremely far away place. Anyway, the protagonist is living and moving forward. He finds ways to replenish and replenish along the way. Keep going."
"The farm genre is more common in small fresh zombie movies in Europe and Japanese cartoons. In this genre, the outbreak of the zombie virus is more like a background environment, and the lethality of the zombies has also dropped sharply. Usually, what the protagonists have to do is to continue calmly in this big environment. A calm and self-improving life, planting food, raising cattle and sheep, some people with big brains simply live in peace with zombies, just like a new era of the global village."
"Brainless killing is the most common one, starting with American B-grade movies, the purpose is to stimulate the audience's adrenaline, don't worry too much about the logic and connotation, the form can also be a road trap or whatever, anyway, it's blood plasma, how cool it is Come on, fancy zombies."
"The Trapped Beast method is to set a relatively closed environment for the protagonists. It may be a school, like what we have now, or it may be a small town, community, wilderness, maze, or even an abandoned city. The protagonist is in this area. Inside, use the limited resources around you to persevere and survive, but in the end there must be external forces entering, the protagonist is rescued, or the protagonist breaks through the predicament area and walks towards the light, otherwise this is an endless loop. Of course, there are some directors who retaliate against society. …”
"Wait a minute," Song Fei finally heard the bright spot, "Isn't that referring to us, we are in this situation now."
Qiao Siqi had been completely immersed in his own knowledge system, and was beaming with joy when he was suddenly interrupted, unable to keep up with the rhythm: "What's the situation?"
"The Trapped Beast Method."
"It's really..." Qiao Siqi also reacted.
Song Fei: "You said just now that the protagonist in this kind of movie has two paths?"
"Uh..." Joskey needed time to look back.
Zhou, who listened carefully, couldn't wait and answered for him directly: "Wait for external forces to intervene, or break through the difficult area."
"We can't wait for external forces to intervene, and we can't hold on to food for so long, so..." Song Fei's eyes sparkled, "Let's just rush out."
Zhou Lu: "The question is where to go after rushing out?"
He Zhiwen: "The Trapped Beast is going to become a road movie..."
Zhao He: "Actually, road movies are quite good. The future is uncertain. Life and death are at least fifty-fifty. It's better than certain death."
Luo Geng: "Then we can't fly around like headless chickens."
Fu Xiyuan: "Go to the city. Didn't the broadcast say that food will be air-dropped to densely populated areas? Not to mention supermarkets and restaurants, it's everywhere!"
Wang Qingyuan: "It was beaten, smashed and robbed long ago."
Qi Yan: "And we only have one car."
Li Jingyu: "There must be a lot of cars in the underground parking lot, let's just find a few more cars, and then...uh..."
Qi Yan: "Huh?"
Li Jingyu: "Then use some method to activate them!"
Feng Qibai: "Please don't skip the most important link."
Song Fei's head hurts from being disturbed, but the problems mentioned by the friends do exist objectively.
"Hey, did you have another type that you didn't mention just now?" Song Fei suddenly remembered his rude interruption to Johns.
"Yes, there is the last type of superhero. The protagonist is either well-equipped or super-mutated, and then one against one hundred, ruthlessly crushing zombies, and finally saves the world."
"..."
"Song Fei?"
"I'll go to Little Whale to find out how to start a car without a key..."