The sports equipment room was in a mess. Just as Zhao He had imagined, someone had lived here.
All the equipment was pushed to the corner, and the large open space in the middle was covered with high jumping mats and sit-up mats, and there were messy food residues on the mats and on the ground. Instant noodles, small food bags, and empty drink bottles were also everywhere.
"It seems that many people have lived here," Luo Geng walked around the house and came back to report, "there are also cushions in the compartments."
Qi Yan nodded: "I just don't know whether it was the first wave or several waves before and after."
After all, the sea of corpses on that lawn was not achieved in a day.
"Who cares about him, he's a war madman anyway." Song Fei thought of the corpses strewn all over the field outside, and still felt sorry for him.
"Don't guess, the main force must be from our academy." The Three Musketeers of the Sports Academy also came back from the cubicle.
"Are you sure?" Song Fei looked around but found no conclusive evidence.
Fu Xiyuan sat on the ground, crossed his legs and sighed: "All the weapons that can be used as hammers, shot puts, and javelins are gone, and there are only two fucking discus left. This is something that our fellow students in the academy can do, and it won't be easy for others to use it."
"And next to the track and field is the building of our courtyard," Wu Zhou said, "The snack bags and drink bottles on the ground look like they are in the vending machines in the building."
"There's no need to talk about that at all," Zhao He rolled his eyes, and sat down next to Fu Xiyuan, "You'll know it when you go in and smell it, a typical men's dormitory in a gymnasium."
Song Fei was dubious: "Not all boys' dormitories are like that, the smell is so bad, is your courtyard special?"
"You're so naive." Zhao He snorted, and gave Luo Geng a proud look, "You tell me."
Luo Geng turned his face away: "I have already deleted this memory, and the color, smell and fragrance are all emptied!"
Zhao He curled his lips and had no choice but to come in person: "Yes, I'll take you to smell it..."
"No need!" Song Fei pressed Zhao He's hand on his arm, looked at Luo Geng's pale face, and seriously refused, "I believe it."
Cherish life and try to avoid unnecessary adventures.
Zhao He didn't force him, he let go of Song Fei, and was left alone for a while, then suddenly sighed softly: "I don't know where they are now."
"It should be because I finished eating, so I ran away." After Qi Yan finished speaking, he thought for a while, and then added, "Maybe he ran directly outside the school like us."
"No matter where you go, I hope everything is safe." Zhao He shrugged, and then he suddenly remembered something, and he was happy again, "There is still my buddy in Baobuqi."
"If it's true, thank you buddy," Song Fei said casually, "If they close the door behind them when they leave, we won't be able to get in."
"No." Zhao He did not hesitate.
Song Fei was confused, and the other friends didn't understand either.
Zhao He: "The door was left open on purpose, and the tongue of the lock was twisted out."
The friends froze.
After Zhao He finished speaking, he was also a little confused. He was the first to come in and the last to close the door. He must have the most say in what kind of lock, but it was also the first time he thought about the reason behind it. Well?"
"It's not that the door is locked, it's specially reserved for those who come after." Song Fei has already figured out the meaning, "If someone escapes here after they leave, at least there will be a place of refuge."
"Aren't you thinking too much of them?" Zhao He already acquiesced that the people living here are his housemates, so he couldn't help but take his seat.
Song Feile, stop arguing with him.
Zhao He shrugged his shoulders, thinking that choosing to believe it seemed to be a good idea.
Sometimes, people's hearts are more heinous than we imagine.
Sometimes, people's hearts are brighter and warmer than we imagined.
"Are you okay?" He Zhiwen saw Lin Dilei sitting in the corner resting, so he quietly came over.
Luo Geng, who had been sitting by the side and couldn't find a chance to talk to him, immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
Lin Dilei didn't want to answer the two questions.
As a result, classmate He is happy to help others—
"She is now the second day of her aunt. Huang Mo said that many girls feel the most uncomfortable on the second day."
Luo Geng was stunned, unable to find the right words for a while.
Lin Dilei's eyes widened in disbelief: "You still... asked Huang Mo?"
He Zhiwen nodded his head naturally: "I don't know what's special about the next day, so if you encounter a problem you don't understand, of course you have to search up and down."
Lin Dilei watched He Zhiwen silently for a full minute, and finally waited for the airflow in the chest to stabilize before suggesting with a smile: "Do you want to consider giving up looking for a girlfriend?"
In order to prevent herself from going berserk completely, Lin Dilei decided to stay away from those two comrades for the time being.
When she got up, she felt a pain in her stomach, which made her nervous for a moment, but later found that it didn't seem to be that serious. In fact, she felt strange yesterday. All these years, she has been rolling all over the bed without pain, which is not considered real. Including last month, she was also tossed to the point of collapse. But this time, although it is still uncomfortable, the degree has been eased a lot. Compared with the previous hell mode, this time it is definitely a one-click clearance.
She didn't know if it was because she had exercised more this month than in the past year, so her muscles and bones became more active and her blood flow improved.
"Why are you standing there stupidly?" Qiao Siqi's voice came from below.
It was only then that Lin Dilei realized that she had unknowingly walked towards Qiao Siqi, who was sitting on the sit-up mat, hugging one of his shoes.
"What are you doing?" Compared to herself, Lin Dilei felt that Qiao Siqi's side was more worth discussing.
"Crying shoes." On the same mat, Zhou Lu looked contemptuous, "Said it was his most beloved baby, and let the zombies destroy it."
Lin Dilei took a closer look, the so-called ruin was just a tooth mark on the toe of the shoe.
Except that it can't be removed, the bite mark has been sunken, but it may not be obvious if it is cleaned.
"Isn't it just a pair of shoes, what about it?" Lin Dilei couldn't understand.
"Little Landmine!" Zhou Lv immediately felt that he had found his relatives.
Qiao Siqi emphasized forcefully: "Limited edition, this is Jordan's limited edition, even if you have money, you can't buy it!"
Lin Dilei rolled her eyes and recalled the past: "No wonder you were so excited when your shoe was bitten on Xuezi Avenue. In fact, if you didn't make a sound at that time, we would quietly kill that zombie. Those lying on the ground may not get up. It might have been hibernating."
Qiao Siqi muttered in a low voice with a little guilt: "I really can't control it..."
Zhou Lv snorted: "Everything, it's all an excuse, you just admit that you're done with a surprise."
Qiao Siqi: "Little Landmine!"
Lin Dilei: "Huh?"
Qiao Siqi: "If someone gnaws on your most expensive and beloved designer bag, can you calm down?"
Lin Dilei: "I'm a student. I can't afford a perfume. I can't afford a bag."
Qiao Siqi: "Suppose you graduate and work, and you can afford it, then LV, Chanel, Hermès, and Prada bags are full of tooth marks?"
Lin Dilei: "I, tear up, him."
Zhou Lu: "..."
After a short break, the friends all recovered from the long-distance running in hell.
The noise outside the door has weakened, but listening carefully, it has not completely dissipated.
However, time waits for no one.
They must race against time to get into the underground garage before dawn.
How to leave the track and field is not technically difficult, but the way to go after leaving has become a hotly debated issue.
Luo Geng: "We must learn from the Way, we didn't set it that way before."
He Zhi asked: "And it has a wide field of vision, which is clear at a glance."
Zhou Lu: "The journey is short."
—The above three are firm back-to-the-orthodox factions.
Song Fei: "Since we've already turned here, let's just go this way."
Li Jingyu: "It just happens to go straight to the back of the Houde Building."
Qiao Siqi: "And the narrow road is better to hide."
—The above three are determined to make mistakes and make mistakes.
Luo Geng retorted: "This is the concentration area for cultural and sports activities, the stadium, the swimming pool, the basketball hall, the academic center auditorium, etc., each of which may hide danger. We can meet problems and solve them, but we cannot solve them ourselves. Mining."
Song Fei disagreed: "Although the terrain here is complicated and the situations we may encounter are complicated, have you ever thought that the complicated environment leaves us with more room to play. You are worried that there are zombies hidden in these places, then have you Thought these places could also be bunkers."
Zhou Lu: "We can go up a tree in case of danger, why do we have to hide in a place where we don't know if there are zombies?"
Qiao Siqi: "What if we don't arrive at the parking lot before dawn, what if we need a place to spend the night, and we'll freeze to death by hiding in a tree!"
He Zhi asked: "Halo, you liberal arts students love to brainstorm, can you start from logic?"
Li Jingyu: "You science students are single cells, simple and rude!"
Qi Yan: "If you have something to say, don't engage in map bombing."
Wang Qingyuan: "You guys start first."
…
The debate on arts and science is a passionate topic that can last for thousands of years. In the blink of an eye, all the friends have joined the battle.
Uh, except for the Three Musketeers of the Sports Academy.
In fact, Zhao He is not reconciled to quietly watching his comrades fight, but if he wants to end shirtless, he must have a clear identity.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't hold it anymore: "Is it reasonable to calculate essays in the Institute of Physical Education?"
Wu Zhou patted him on the shoulder: "You overestimate yourself."
Fu Xiyuan sighed: "We call it culture class."
Xuezi Avenue is still a side street in the cultural and sports activity area. Just like the dispute over arts and sciences, there is no reason for the quarrel in the end.
"Flip a coin," Song Fei made a decisive decision without wasting precious time, "If the number is headed, go the way, if the number is tailed, go the wrong way, and let fate."
"It depends on the sky for such a serious matter... It's not very good."
The friends are a little hesitant.
"You think we're all on our own to survive until now, but that's God's protection."
After finishing speaking, Song Fei didn't wait for everyone to refute. He found a golden fifty cents from his wallet and flicked it into the air...
The coin collapsed onto Qi Yan's face.
It bounced to the ground again.
Song Fei: "..."
All comrades: "..."
negative side.
Qi Yan bent down to pick up the coin, put it in his pocket calmly, and smiled lightly at his friends: "Let's go."
All the comrades in arms quickly turned around and took their belongings, nodded vigorously with piercing eyes.
Outside the instrument room on the rostrum, there were only three or four zombies left.
The rest are scattered in the track and field, or on the track, or on the lawn, or climb the stands on a whim.
They seem to have forgotten what they were originally here for, but they are reluctant to leave. It seems that they want to find a safe haven, but they can't find such a place in the empty track and field.
The door of the equipment room opened quickly, and then closed again quickly.
The zombies at the door didn't even have time to follow the prestige.
A small aircraft appeared on the ground outside the door. The moment the door was closed and locked, several small propellers suddenly spun at a high speed, and the aircraft flew into the air in an instant, making the sound of swishing the airflow.
Hearing the sound, the zombie looked up, and saw the aircraft stopped at a height that could be seen clearly but was out of reach.
In the next second, the aircraft suddenly began to head towards the top of the runway.
The zombies outside the door of the instrument room instinctively chased after it, but the aircraft stopped on the runway and flew not far away, then stopped in mid-air and circled in place.
The zombies under the aircraft gathered more and more. At first, there were only a few outside the equipment room, but later most of the zombies in the entire track and field field gathered more.
In the equipment room, He Zhiwen was manipulating the remote control, sweating slightly on his forehead.
He couldn't see the situation outside, so he could only rely on his feeling, so he didn't dare to operate too much. When he felt that the aircraft had almost entered the runway and was a little away from the equipment room, he stopped decisively and only let the aircraft stay in the air.
"It should be almost there." Song Fei, who had been sticking to the door listening to the movement, made a judgment.
Qi Yan glanced at him and nodded.
Song Fei carefully and gently opened the door again, pushing out a very narrow gap, looking out through the gap, it was empty.
With courage, he opened the door a little wider, poked half of his head out, and finally saw clearly that He Zhiwen had parked the drone obliquely in front, at the junction of the curve and the lawn more than 30 meters away from here.
Almost all the zombies in the track and field are there.
Fortunately, the number did not increase, and it was still the dozens they brought in.
He Zhiwen leaned over to Song Fei's side, and finally had a good vision, and it became easier to operate again.
After a while, the aircraft brought the group of zombies to the gate of the track and field.
Below the rostrum, all fourteen friends from the martial arts class were also dispatched.
The aircraft walked in front, the zombies followed below, and the martial arts class followed far behind.
When leaving the equipment room, Song Fei also unscrewed the latch and half-closed the door.
Turning around, looking at the corpses strewn across the field, Song Fei was in a daze for a moment, as if he had returned to the sports meeting not long ago, the stands were cheering and cheering, and the stadium was full of voices.
In the current sea of corpses, two months ago, he was still dancing the Tai Chi fan reluctantly.
If time could go back, he must have taken dancing very seriously.
Song Fei raised his head slightly, blinked his eyes, and let the wind blow away the heat.
Beijing time, at 10:20 p.m., the night began to cool down.
The small team arrived at the gate of the track and field field smoothly, and Zhao He retrieved his box from under the stand next to him.
This object has now become a part of his soul, no matter how heavy it is, it is definitely indispensable.
The aircraft's strategy was very smooth. After leaving the track and field, even the zombies along the way were attracted, so it became the team's clearing tool. As long as the aircraft passed by, it was basically empty and safe.
But this person has been in danger for a long time, and at first he is stable, but he is not quite used to it. At one moment, he feels that the surrounding flowers and plants are hiding murderous intentions, and at another moment, he is worried that the battery life of the aircraft is not enough.
"Don't worry about the fully charged battery before leaving the cafeteria." He Zhiwen suppressed his voice, reassuring the muttering Qiao Siqi.
Qiao Siqi had been loved by the zombies for a long time, so he felt guilty no matter what, even though he was in the middle of the team, he still looked left and right, so vigilant.
swish swish.
Qiao Siqi suddenly stopped, tensing his nerves.
"Wind." Zhou Lv nudged him angrily.
Joskey breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move.
In front is the elegant school auditorium.
It is impossible for the squad to cross in a straight line, they can only go around to one side.
He Zhiwen chose the tree-lined path on the left. He first remote-controlled the aircraft to the woods to prevent the propellers from scraping the branches.
swish swish.
Joskey stopped at the entrance of the boulevard again.
Zhou Yi was impatient: "You never finish."
Qiao Siqi refused to leave this time: "There must be a problem."
The friends in the rear stopped because of them, but the friends who led the battle had already stepped into the path.
There is no shade in winter, but the staggered shadows formed by dry branches under the moonlight are darker and deeper.
Song Fei followed behind Qi Yan, held his breath, and was very careful with every step.
The cold wind blows through the back, bringing a chill.
Song Fei suddenly felt that there was a void behind him, and when he turned around, he saw his comrades in the rear half were already a few meters away.
Song Fei frowned, and was about to wave to urge her, but suddenly her shoulder hit Qi Yan's back.
Qi Yan and the Three Musketeers also stopped.
Before Song Fei could finish debating whether to look forward or look backward, two zombies sprang out in front of Zhao He, and they threw him down together!
Zhao He violently lifted and kicked the two zombies away!
Fu Xiyuan and Wu Zhou reacted, and immediately stabbed each of them with a knife!
Fu Xiyuan's boning knife stabbed the zombie's right eye, the cut penetrated extremely deep, and it hit the brain in one fell swoop, the zombie didn't even struggle, and died.
Wu Zhou's knife was so lucky that it only hurt the zombie's face.
Qi Yan rushed over to fill up the gun, but it was too late, the zombie's face covered with dark red blood suddenly distorted, and let out a mournful howl!
The little friends are all too familiar with this call - it is calling for its own kind!
The little friends who were blocking the entrance of the boulevard looked at each other in blank dismay, no longer despising Qiao Siqi.
Qi Yan gave up on refilling the gun, and ran back directly with Wu Zhou: "Go out and climb the big tree!"
There are trees on both sides of the tree-lined path, but this small forest is full of gentle wind, and what you want is the mood that you can pick the leaves by raising your hand. The tree was short and slender, let alone Zhao He, even Qiao Siqi could break it.
The tacit understanding formed by fighting side by side for a long time made the meaning of Qi Yan instantly understood by the friends, and immediately scattered.
The auditorium is surrounded by groves, but there are some big trees planted in the places closest to the auditorium. They are straight and tall, thick and straight. They are luxuriant in three seasons a year, like guards guarding the place, making the auditorium a bit more dignified and upright. .
Fourteen friends climbed six trees.
He Zhiwen was still pulled up by the rope, and while his comrades were pulling out the rope, he landed the aircraft firmly on the roof of the auditorium.
When He Zhiwen was hoisted in the air, an army of zombies approached the tree.
Dozens turned into dozens, unable to shake the big tree, jumping and bumping anxiously.
He Zhiwen was stripped of one of his shoes.
He wasn't wearing a limited edition Jordan, so he didn't give up at all. He was even glad that it wasn't his own leg that was plucked off.
As for the bare foot, He Zhiwen hugged the branch tightly in shock, let's talk about it.
There was a light on in the corridor hall of the auditorium, and the light came through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the main entrance, illuminating Luo Geng's face on the nearest tree.
The LED display on the door was broken three months ago, so all activities since then can only use the most original promotional banners.
For example, the red banner covering the LED screen is from Feng Qibai's academy.
"Dancing Youth·Spirit of Art" - Closing Ceremony of the 3rd Campus Culture and Art Festival and New Year's Art Show of the School of Art.