As Song Fei expected, Qi Yan was waiting for him in the cafeteria when the incident happened. Running back to the dormitory from the teaching area, we must pass the cafeteria. It was not yet eleven o'clock at that time, and there were very few people in the cafeteria. At first glance, I saw countless students running to the dormitory like crazy outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Without exception, I was stunned. A few good-natured people still watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, so they rushed to the door to watch.
But soon, the first legion with fast legs disappeared into the dormitory area, and the second legion with slow legs got entangled with the mutants. The students who were on the brink of desperation had no chance to escape back to the dormitory, so they could only hide somewhere, so a large group of students rushed into the cafeteria and worked together to find a way to close the glass door of the cafeteria.
However, seven or eight mutants were locked in the cafeteria together.
At first, everyone could only flee among the rows of tables and chairs, playing chase battles with mutants. Fortunately, the joints of the mutants seem to be not very flexible, and it is not obvious when running, and they are immediately exposed when they encounter obstacles, so they can't do anything about them for a while. Later, Auntie Dacai broke out in blood and rose up. Using a kitchen knife she found from the back kitchen, she slashed horizontally and vertically, and knocked down the two mutants by herself. If it was placed at the moment when the accident just happened, no one would be able to accept stabbing their alumni, but they have seen too many insanity while fleeing all the way, and anyone with a little brain knows that these people are crazy. Always come first, let’s talk about ethics and morals later—Thinking about it this way, hundreds of students in the cafeteria will work together to copy guys, copy guys, and those who dare not use a knife will help grab arms and legs, in short, to contain the mutants Their actions actually wiped out these seven or eight mutants in the vast ocean of the people's war.
"You were stupid then." Song Fei's seemingly teasing tone contained concern and distress. Qi Yan's narration is concise, almost completely objective, without any subjective emotion, but it is impossible for an individual to remain indifferent when faced with such a thing. The so-called calm is just to press the fear deeper in the heart.
I thought that Qi Yan would have to be stubborn when he died, but unexpectedly he touched his nose in embarrassment, and admitted for the first time: "It is indeed a bit."
Song Fei's eyes widened in surprise: "Why are you so honest?"
Qi Yan collapsed, and the memories of yesterday that he tried hard to downplay came rushing back: "The living murder and dismemberment, I want to say that I didn't scare the fool, but I can calm down, do you believe me?"
Song Fei: "... that's right."
If you brag about this kind of bullshit, God can't stand it, and you will be struck by lightning.
"Why didn't you tell him what happened next?" Qiao Siqi, who was in the same trouble in the cafeteria, waited for a long time without waiting for the main point, and was so anxious that he could push Qi Yan away and talk by himself.
"Back?" Song Fei looked confused, "Isn't it just that the door was broken after sleeping all night and then fled to the dormitory?"
Qi Yan's eyes dimmed, apparently Qiao Siqi was not referring to this.
Song Fei waited patiently, he knew that it must not be a good thing, so Qi Yan instinctively resisted the memory.
But Qiao Siqi lost his patience. He was originally sitting on the back of the chair with his chin leaning on the back of the chair. Now that he couldn't wait for Qi Yan to speak out, he simply straightened his back and went to the battle himself: "Deal with those few When we were zombies, some students were bitten, and when we headshot those guys, those who were bitten became zombies again, this cycle repeated three times, and a total of more than a dozen students died."
Song Fei saw the students who were thrown down and gnawed at the stairs and walked again, and the boys who were dragged into the room with only half of their faces in the dormitory returned to the balcony, so he could imitate Qiao Siqi said scene.
But he couldn't imagine the mood of everyone in the cafeteria.
The classmates who had just finished fighting side by side turned into mutants in the blink of an eye. It's easy to kill mutants, but what about killing comrades? Mutants can lose their minds in an instant, but the rest of the students cannot change their feelings in an instant.
When Qiao Siqi talked about the death of more than a dozen classmates, his voice suddenly dropped, and he couldn't hide his discomfort. But before he talked about zombies or headshots, it was very natural, as if this matter should be the way it should be, and there is no need to make a fuss.
"Don't kill each zombie and headshot each other." Song Fei didn't like this kind of casual attitude of using movie analogies, as if those mutated classmates were no longer human beings and didn't need to be seen as human beings. But he only pushed one down the stairs 20 minutes ago, and while killing him, he also felt that he had to treat the other person as a human being. Song Fei felt that he was hypocritical. However, since yesterday's incident until now, he has indeed been stuck in this kind of contradiction, just like the last big math problem in the college entrance examination, racking his brains, but still can't solve it.
Qiao Siqi was taken aback by what was said, and after a long time, he vaguely got to Song Fei's point, and quickly explained: "Well, I didn't mean to be joking, I really think this is a zombie virus, and I confirmed it in the cafeteria, It's useless to hurt them anywhere, you have to cut off their heads or destroy their brains to completely lose their attack power."
Song Fei is like listening to the heavenly scriptures, so he can only go to see Qi Yan.
Qi Yan spread his hands, the meaning was obvious - don't ask me, I'm just a normal person who is confused.
"I don't read much, so wait for a while." Song Fei was a little confused, "Do zombies have brains? Aren't the movies always poaching people's brains, eating what they eat to make up for them?"
Qiao Siqi, after thinking about it, put it in a more rigorous way: "It is true that the intelligence of the zombies has degraded significantly, but the brain tissue in the cranial cavity is still there, and it is still functioning. It is the brains of the zombies that drive them to attack living creatures." Humans, eating human flesh, shielded the feeling of pain, weakened the flexibility of joints and the sensitivity of peripheral nerves, resulting in a lack of flexibility in their movements... "
Song Fei was leaning on the chair at first, but finally sat upright, feeling that what he was listening to was not alumni nonsense, but approaching science.
At the beginning, Qi Yan only thought of Qiao Siqi as a powerful and unconstrained style. Although there is no reasonable explanation for the chaos that happened until now, it doesn't mean that he can talk about it. However, the more I listened, the more I felt that this nonsense didn't seem completely unreasonable. Even when Qiao Siqi didn't finish everything but just paused for a breath, he couldn't help adding: "When those people were chopped off, whether it was a broken arm or a leg or even a knife in the chest, it didn't matter at all. One was chopped off by a kitchen knife, and then something went wrong."
"Well," Qiao Siqi nodded sharply, "The ones who fell on the ground and didn't move either had their heads cut open, or their faces were chopped and stabbed countless times and finally pierced through their heads. In short, their heads were destroyed. This It’s exactly the same as the setting of zombies, painless, ignorant, slow to move, and one more thing, people bitten by them will also turn into zombies, do you still think I’m joking?”
Song Fei couldn't refute it, but he couldn't convince himself: "Those are all movies! This is too fucking sci-fi!"
Qiao Siqi sighed, remained silent for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "If you travel back to the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties now, and tell them that in the future, two people who are thousands of miles away can talk instantly, and people can run to the moon, do you think they will?" Think you're too sci-fi?"
Song Fei retorted, although Na Na's voice had no confidence: "That's technology, the nature of the two is still different..."
"It's nothing different," Qi Yan interrupted him, obviously already in Johns' camp, "Technology can develop, and so can viruses."
"And art comes from life," Qiao Siqi added, "How do you know that those zombie movies are all fantasies and have no basis in reality?"
"..." Song Fei felt that the iron will of his socialist successor was about to collapse.
For a moment, 440 fell into an unprecedented oppressive silence. Virus infection, zombie slaughter, all belong to the hard mode in the game, but in reality, it is an endless hell.
There is a question that has been pressing in Song Fei's heart. From yesterday to today, he has forced himself not to think about it, but now, he can't bear it anymore: "So many people have died, so there is no word about it? Why? No one has come to rescue us yet... ”
Some words are scary.
But it is even more difficult to deceive yourself and others.
Qiao Siqi shook his head heavily: "If it's really a virus outbreak, densely populated areas will bear the brunt. I suspect that the source of infection in our school is from the urban area. Otherwise, where can we go to get the virus in the wilderness?"
"You mean someone from our school went to the urban area, and they didn't know they were infected with the virus, and then they broke out when they came back?" Song Fei somehow remembered Xu Qiulei whom he met on the way to the exam.
Josh: "It's possible."
"But it's not right," Song Fei couldn't figure it out, "We all know now that after being bitten, it will mutate soon, but it takes more than an hour to go back to school from the city without traffic jams, how could it be possible to get sick after returning to school?"
Qi Yan narrowed his eyes: "Either he got sick and infected others halfway, he or the person bitten by him returned to our school by mistake, or..."
"The virus has mutated in a short period of time," Joskey said.
Song Fei looked at the two Shuanghuangs, feeling very complicated: "Why do you feel like I'm the only one who knows everything about you?"
At this time, the three of them were facing each other, and the stools had been pushed together unconsciously. Qiao Siqi raised his hand and patted Song Fei on the shoulder, saying earnestly: "Just watch more movies, like Resident Evil, 28 Weeks Later, Zombie The land of the dead, the land of the dead, the dawn of the dead, the return of the dead, the dead, the kennel, the snow of death... "
"Thank you." Song Fei interrupted him with a smile, and turned to Qi Yan, "You're welcome?"
Qi Yan shrugged, eyebrows and eyes frowned: "I can use my brain to analyze."
Song Fei wanted to use a machine gun to kill both of them.
Over there, Qiao Siqi is still selling Amway: "Actually, you can really take a look and learn a lot. It's a pity that my notebook is in the dormitory, otherwise I can teach you now..."
Song Fei suddenly became curious: "Aside from being disgusting, what's so interesting about this kind of film?"
Qiao Siqi thought for a while, and replied seriously: "At first, I also felt sick to my stomach, but after watching it a lot, one day I suddenly thought, hey, it's so cute!"
Song Fei's ears automatically blocked the last adjective and the ending of the insane interjection: "Since my stomach is nauseated, why do I still insist on looking back!"
Qiao Siqi looked at him quietly, and sighed: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves."
Song Fei frowned: "Is there anyone who forces others to watch movies?"
Josh: "Of course."
Song Fei: "What is this river and lake called?"
Qiao, a student from the English Department of the Outer Court, took out a cigarette from his pocket as if by magic, but there was no fire, so he could only smoke, and finally spit out a smoke ring of nothingness—
"subtitle group."
After a detailed chat, Qiao and his group made horror films, and they were all in Chinese and English Blu-ray collections, which was quite aspirational. Song Fei only regrets that he is not blessed to enjoy this type of film, otherwise classmate Qiao's hard drive alone would be enough for him to eat for three to five years.
Seeing that the two chatted from movies to Guoman and then from Guoman to Jifan, getting more and more enthusiastic, Qi Yan snorted lightly and said, "Speaking of this, I just remembered something..."
Song Fei and Qiao Siqi stopped naturally and looked at him at the same time.
Qi Yan raised his arm and shook it in front of Song Fei's eyes: "It seems to be done in the cafeteria."
I saw Qi Yan's sleeve rolled up to his elbow, and there was a two-inch long scratch on his exposed forearm. It was not heavy, but it was also turned out, and the blood was dazzling.
Qiao Siqiteng stood up with a loud sound, leaping to the farthest upper bunk like a monkey jumping into the sky.
Song Fei grabbed his arm, frowning furrowed: "What the hell!"
The impactful picture made Qiao Song forget one thing - when they were listening to their chat about Jifan, he happened to remember that his arm was injured. Would this "just in time" be a bit blunt
Qi Yan let Song Fei hold onto him, he liked the concern on the other side's face, as for classmate Qiao on the other side, the farther the better, the better: "When I was helping to hold down a woman, I was picked by her nails."
Song Fei felt that even his teeth were chattering: "Changer, mutant?"
Qi Yan nodded.
Song Fei's heart went cold, and his mind went blank.
Qiao Siqi wished he could bring him a harness and pull him over: "What are you doing so stupidly, he's about to mutate!!!"
Thanks to classmate Qiao's roar, Song Fei's blank head actually started to turn, coupled with Qi Yan's obnoxious aura that was so familiar and familiar, his heart was mostly down, and he turned around and choked: "He wants to mutate!" It has changed a long time ago, and you will wait until now?!"
Qiao Siqi was also puzzled, let alone running back and climbing the balcony or something, it took almost half an hour just to do what he did just now, and this Qi Yan did not seem to have the slightest sign of zombification.
"It should be saliva." Qi Yan said suddenly, with confidence and determination in his steady voice, "There is a virus in their saliva, but this virus can only be transmitted through blood. It's no problem if their fingernails come into contact with my blood. , It’s okay if their saliva touches my skin, but if their saliva touches our blood, it will mutate. So all mutants have been bitten.”
Qiao Siqi tilted his head and thought about it carefully, it seems that this is the case.
"You can press it if you help, what the hell are you rolling your sleeves!" Song Fei's heart was relieved, and his anger rose. Qi Yan's clothes were intact, but his arm was torn, showing that his arm was exposed during the fight. with.
Qi Yan tilted his head, his eyes were pure and innocent: "It seems that someone told me that when fighting, you have to roll up your arms and sleeves to have the aura of a man."
Song Fei froze there, blushing, speechless.
What Qiao Siqi had seen from the hug on the balcony was completely confirmed now.
Damn, when the hell is it, and still fix this!
"What should we do now?" Josh asked. Life and death, and love for children stand aside.
This question was also on Qi Yan's mind all the time. He could see clearly along the way from the cafeteria to the dormitory that the school was completely paralyzed. Whether it was the teachers or the security guards, let alone saving them, he probably wasn't optimistic about his own safety. They are now trapped in the dormitory, there are mutants outside, and there is not much food inside, how to survive is the top priority.
"Ah Choo!"
Song Fei sneezed without warning. He rubbed his nose and felt chilly all over. When he looked up, the balcony sliding door had been tightly closed. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be this cold.
Qi Yan got up suddenly, went to the window sill and touched the radiator below, his hands were cold.
Song Fei realized something: "Stop breathing?"
Qi Yan nodded.
Sitting cross-legged on the upper bunk, Qiao Siqi pitifully pulled a quilt over his body, a little desperate: "It seems that the outside is not much better than us."
There are two possibilities - the mutation has spread to nearby heating companies, or the mutation riot has caused the supply of heating fuel to be cut off. But if the fuel supply is cut off, the heating company's own reserve fuel can at least last for a while, and it shouldn't stop gas so soon, so it can only be the former.
"Is the world really going to end?" Song Fei asked Qi Yan.
Qi Yan pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "If the water and electricity haven't stopped, it's not really the end."
Qiao Siqi was not as optimistic as he: "The virus will spread there sooner or later."
Qi Yan looked at him: "If we are all so far away from the city and the virus breaks out, what reason can the waterworks and power plants be spared?"
Qiao Siqi had already covered himself with a quilt into a tumbler doll: "What do you mean?"
Qi Yan: "Water and electricity are the most basic livelihood of the people. As long as the water and electricity are kept running, the survivors will have the possibility to survive. It is difficult to deal with a large-scale outbreak of corpses, but if we concentrate on protecting water plants and power plants, it is not impossible to defend them." possible."
Qiao Siqi's gloomy face gradually became brighter: "You mean..."
Qi Yan: "We are not three people fighting."
Song Fei: "It's up to you to say, we have alumni from two dormitory buildings in front of us."
"..." The generosity that had just been brewed was thwarted by Song Fei, and Qi Yan didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.
However, Qiao Siqi had regained his energy, lifted the quilt and jumped down: "Then let's make plans now, how should we deal with the situation now?"
Qi Yan casually picked up a pen and paper, thought for a while, then started brushing—
1. Food.
2. Security.
3. Back road.
The two classmates, Qiao Song, looked at the six big characters and seemed to understand them, but they didn't seem to understand them very deeply.
Qi Yan explained one by one: "We are trapped in the dormitory now, just like being besieged in a war. There is no food source, and we don't need zombies to come in. We will finish the game first, so we must collect food from other dormitories as much as possible. In addition, the dormitory is not It is 100% safe. No one knows whether the zombies will further mutate. In case of breaking into the door, we must have weapons to resist. Even if we cannot eliminate them, we can at least defend ourselves from being bitten by them. Finally, if the dormitory If it falls like that, we must have a planned follow-up refuge, and if it happens, we must flee immediately.”
Song Fei: "..."
Qi Yan likes to talk eloquently and express his opinions. When they were together, Song Fei wanted to gag each other's mouths with a rag countless times. It wasn't until today that he discovered that Qi Yan, who talks so eloquently, can shine brightly.
Qiao Siqi snatched the paper from Qi Yan's hand, read it from top to bottom, bottom to top several times, and finally applauded uncontrollably: "Fuck, it's clear and logical, Taishan collapses... uh... it fell to the face and the face is not Change your color, talent!"
Qi Yan ignored him and just looked at Song Fei.
Song Fei was still immersed in the unreality of "Is this really my ex-boyfriend?" After being stared at for a long time, he met Qi Yan's gaze, and immediately made thumbs up with both hands, and sincerely praised: "Handsome."
The corner of Qi Yan's mouth twitched, as if he was about to go up, but in the end he stopped him, and there was just a little splash of joy in his eyes, there was no way to restrain him, only to roll and hit the waves wantonly.
Qiao Siqi ruthlessly threw the paper in his hand to the ground. Unable to understand his hatred, he jumped up and stepped on it 800 times—either he was gnawed to death by a zombie, or he was tortured to death by a maddened show of affection. It's too fucking bad for a single dog to want to live in this world. Difficult!