Chapter 54
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On the 19th day of the outbreak of the corpse tide, it was sunny at night.
At the end of the battle, the twelve soldiers sat down, lay down, were still in shock, or were out of breath. In the huge kitchen, there was a mess after the war. The victory did not bring them joy. The air of extraordinary silence was filled with dignity, and there was a trace of desolation and desolation in the end.
In the extremely fierce battle, they had no time to think. Until now, when the dust settled down, they really realized that the students who had been climbing trees together not long ago had become the corpse with brain burst in front of them.
He used to be so lively and healthy.
Just like themselves.
No one knows when the infection happened, and the fear of this silent mutation is far more frightening than the fierce battle with zombies.
For the first time, the feeling of the coming of the end is so strong and real.
It's not a crisis, it's not a disaster, it's the end of the day - there's no place to escape.
"I don't have to finish it, twelve to one I won't be tired at all ~ ~ I have to dance for three more days and nights ~ ~ my mood is so light now that I can fly ~ ~ it's against my heart for NIMA to sing this song! OK, OK, join me ~ ~ no K, no K, jump from day to night... "
Fu Xiyuan's song has long been out of tune. The distorted notes float into the night sky, and gather with the wind and the tumult of the zombies downstairs to form a dance music with exotic customs.
Song Fei sighed, powerless to look at Zhao he: "you tell him that the battle is over, there is no need for remote assistance."
Zhao he leaned against the corner of the wall, exhausted, and didn't want to move a finger: "didn't you listen to him sing? I'm not tired at all. I can dance for another three days and nights."
Sophie black line.
Feng Qibai, who was at the bottom of the window, raised his head and said to him kindly, "it's over --"
the singing stopped soon upstairs. Soon after, Huang Mo asked, "are you all safe?"
Feng Qibai: "safe, how are you?"
Huang Mo: "I'm fine."
After two questions and one answer, Feng Qibai frowned: "where is Fu Xiyuan?"
Huang Mo: "I'm singing."
The sudden stop of singing and the loud questions and answers from upstairs and downstairs lead the zombies to pat the window again. After about ten minutes, it gradually quieted down outside the window. Feng Qibai secretly opened the blinds and the zombie had left most of the room.
"All gone?" Asked Zhao he, the farthest away.
"Not yet, but almost." Feng Qibai turned back and sat down on the ground again. He was full of emotion. But when he said it, he only sighed, "this fight, alas."
Ankle suddenly came a jump of pain, Joe strange subconsciously with his hand to rub, was Seinfeld's sharp eye to catch.
"Twisted?"
Josch said nothing but nodded his head. In fact, when he was tripped by Yu Zisheng, he twisted it. It wasn't very serious. It didn't matter when he was fighting. But when he calmed down like this, the pain of twisted tendons with a little acid became clear.
"Trip over him." Zhou Tongyi lightly said that although he still cared, he was no longer as indignant as before.
"It doesn't matter." Josch shrugged.
The dead are gone. It doesn't matter whether they are good or bad.
Just in case, after Li Jingyu knocked down the zombie, Wang Qingyuan came back and made a knife on his head. Fill the floor and sit, facing the body, a bow, you can see the whole picture of the body.
In fact, he did keep his head down, and his keen eyes behind the lens did not miss the body at all.
But still not.
But with a sigh, Wang Qingyuan finally gave up and raised his head to summon Qi Yan: "if you have a special skill, you have to go up."
Qi Yan understood, got up and went to Zhao he to get back the gloves, and went to the body while wearing them.
Wang Qingyuan knows how to get out of the way.
The place where Li Jingyu smashed the pot belongs to the living area of the team, which is around the shop. Later, in case of emergency, Qi Yan grabbed the clothes on both shoulders of the corpse and dragged it to the other end of the back kitchen. That is, when he first broke into the canteen, he cut his muscles to study the metabolism of the zombie.
Qi Yan over there took off his clothes and washed away the blood with clean water.
Hua Hua sound, with bloody water to the floor drain.
Here Wang Qingyuan picks up the mop, soaks it, and wipes the blood on the ground a little bit.
The rest of the little friends you look at me, I look at you, always feel that they should do something, so pick up the pot to pick up the pot, clean up the clean up, clean up the express, some booty on the clean up. As a result, I found that the woven bag full of warm clothes that Yu Zisheng was carrying was still outside the window.
It was the first time that Yu Zisheng ran here to wait for entering the window. When he didn't have time to enter, he ran away, tripped Qiao Siqi and ran back into the house. The bag was left outside. Later, Song Fei, Qiao Siqi and Qi Yan didn't notice when they came back, so they completely forgot.
Fortunately, there are only two or three kittens left outside. Zhao he goes to the other end of the window to attract them, and Song Fei jumps out to get them back easily. At that time, the bag had fallen horizontally on the ground, completely submerged in the dark shadow of the wall. No wonder the three of them didn't find it when they returned."Don't take it back." Seeing that Wu Zhou was going to put the clean killing pot back into the kitchen, Qiao Siqi, Lin Dilei, Li Jingyu and Zhou all four stopped it with one voice.
Wu Zhou was a little confused: "there are more than ten big cooking stoves. You don't have to use them."
Josch: nonono
Zhou Tongyi: "you put it back in such a good way, one day and two days, we can remember, three days and five days?"
Lin Dilei: "it's very possible that at some point we will relax our vigilance and then use it out of our wits."
Wu Zhou: "so what? The bottom of the pot is dirty, not the inside. It won't be infected."
Qiao Siqi, Zhou Tongyi and Lin Dilei said, "I'm afraid I should be, so..."
Li Jingyu: "please put down my weapon."
Zhao he, who has just helped song feisheng return from the east to the west, is confronted with a strong bear hug from Wu. The other side was so affectionate that he could hardly breathe.
"What's the matter?" Zhao he raised his heart.
Wu Zhou thought of four dozen and one, and he was bitterly aggrieved: "my brother was bullied..."
Zhao he now black face: "who?"
Wu Zhou never let go of a name: "Qiao Siqi, Zhou Tongyi, Lin Dilei, li What? It's the one who smashed the pot anyway
"Oh..." Zhao he felt that his comrades in arms didn't have much shorter head than himself, and his tone softened down. "We don't have the same understanding with them."
Wu Zhou pushed the other side aside and raised his black face: "it's not the rule of our department. If someone is bullied, don't ask right or wrong, first form a group to beat the other side!"
Zhao he looked at the sky and the earth, but he didn't look at Wu Zhou: "strictly speaking, we are not a department either..."
Wu Zhou understood, and could not despise each other more: "Zhao Quanquan, who was not afraid of everything before, died!"
Zhao he sighed: "Zhao Quanquan is not dead, but Zhao Quanneng is not afraid of the heaven and the earth. People are directly against the heaven and the earth. Don't you see their strength?"
Wu Zhou
Zhao he: "if you don't say anything else, just say spray dew in winter. Can normal people think of it?"
Wu Zhou
Zhao he: "there are also face masks and goggles. In addition to neuropathy, who can buy ten sets of them at school?"
Wu Zhou
Zhao he: "I saw the suitcase just now. I ran for my life with the suitcase. What's the psychological quality? I laugh at life and death. The end of the day is a holiday."
Wu Zhou
Zhao he: "sing again..."
Wu Zhou: "I'm going to help clean the floor now!"
When the kitchen is almost finished, Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan also have the results. Yu Zisheng's body was washed clean, and the wounds were clear. Basically, all wounds can be found corresponding sources, such as the cut on the inside of the finger when the gun was snatched, the stab on the arm and so on. It's not easy to distinguish the head because it was smashed in a mess. However, with the memory of fighting, we can roughly remember that before being smashed by Li Jingyu, the corner of the mouth was injured by Qiao Siqi, and the cheek was stabbed when pressed into the sink.
Of all these, the only one hit by jonesky was before the mutation.
"I'm sure I don't have zombie saliva in my hands." As one of the most cherished students in class 1, Qiao Siqi, not to mention the fatal matter of saliva, would be shocked if he touched the Zombie's clothes and deeply remembered, "it bit my arm, but it certainly didn't touch my hand, and I didn't touch the bitten place with my hand."
The friends sitting around looked at Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan, waiting for their explanation.
Wang Qingyuan watched and studied the whole process, occasionally helping others, so he didn't express his opinions, just waiting for Qi Yan.
"That's all that's left." The latter pondered for a moment and raised his eyes. "There is a small wound on the back of his right hand. If this is the source of infection, he accidentally hit his teeth when he hit the zombie with his fist. But because the cut was so small, he didn't notice
"So he can be so flexible after infection, because he was bitten shallow?" Remembering the previous battle, Song Fei still has a lingering fear.
"Not necessarily," Luo Geng thought and said, "it has something to do with the basic ability of the body. I remember the one who crawled into my dormitory before. It was because I practiced dance before that I was still soft and flexible after mutation. He is a sportsman. He is much stronger than us in physique. It's not surprising that he is stronger than us after mutation. "
"But he will hide, he will avoid the beginning when we attack, and he will select small mines and Li Jingyu, which is also related to his physical fitness?"
"That..." Li Jingyu slightly interrupted Song Fei, "I'm the weakest in our class. To be exact, I have to row behind the small mines, so I don't have to stress it all the time."
"It's as if you helped to stress it again," Jos said
Zhou Tongyi sighed: "and the emphasis is particularly careful and comprehensive."
Wang Qingyuan just sits beside Li Jingyu and pats him on the shoulder like comfort. He just wants to turn his head to join the discussion between Luo Geng and Song Fei, but Qi Yan is faster than him——"Before, on the way to the express delivery point, the zombies in the Bush could not hear the sound, and even ambush us. To some extent, it was very similar to Zisheng after mutation."
Wang Qingyuan was stunned and forgot what he wanted to say. He said incredulously: "do you mean zombies have evolved?"
"We are constantly enhancing our capabilities in the fight to adapt to this new environment, and vice versa. They are also adapting to this new environment and improving their viability. " Speaking of this, Qi Yandun, "but one thing, I insist."
Wang Qingyuan: "what?"
Qi Yan: "the re evolution of the virus will not make the zombies truly possess the wisdom of the world. Their so-called indifference to music, ambush and head protection are more like animals' pursuit of advantages and avoidance of disadvantages and hunting in essence. "
Wang Qingyuan decided to look at him: "sometimes, people may not be as cunning as animals, let alone animals have fangs and claws."
Qi Yan said: "as long as people want to be cunning, no species in the world can be worse than us."
My friends have subtle ripples in their hearts. It's not like good words, but they feel excited for no reason!
Song was shocked. After breaking up, he thought his ex boyfriend Shuai was a kind of disease. No, it's an incurable disease!
Every time there is a new situation, class 1 will sit down and hold a seminar like this, which has been used to. But class 2 took part in the meeting for the first time. The serious, lively, United and tense atmosphere impressed them and benefited them a lot. He Zhiwen even asked class 1 to borrow a pen and half a piece of paper - the friends only took a small notebook out of the supermarket and tore one less, so they were more economical both in self use and lending out - and wrote down some key points and prepared to go back to Huang Mo and Fu Xiyuan polular science.
The night is deep, and as the temperature drops, there is no zombie outside the window.
The four students in class 2 returned safely with their share of the spoils from the express delivery and along the rope handed down by the class.
Class 1 eight friends shake off a piece of warm clothes, make a bed, wash wash wash, only Qi Yan fell on the other end, in a daze to Zisheng's body.
I don't know when the zombie related work became Qi Yan's exclusive field, cleaning and inspection of abandoned corpses.
With a sigh, Qi Yan went to the top of the body, bent down and put his hand under the armpit of the body. The body that should have left the ground was suddenly lifted from the ground. Qi Yan keenly felt the change of the weight in his hand. When he looked up, he found that Song Fei, who was opposite, was helping him to lift the body's feet.
"See what I'm doing," Song Fei was amused by Qi Yan's silly expression and urged, "go."
Qi Yan recovered and hurried to the window.
Song Fei moves a little with his steps.
The vigorous battle may not be able to retreat completely, but the moment of rest and breathing is accompanied by death. Yu Zisheng's mutation not only brings about a life and death struggle, but also a moment of relaxation. He has to tighten his nerves every minute.
Qi Yan doesn't know how long they can hold on, but he hopes that this time can be longer and longer: "we all have to be good."
Song Fei shook his head and showed his white teeth: "it's not to be, it's to be."
Qi Yan was stunned and then laughed. His smile is very shallow, but gentle to the eyes.
Song Fei doesn't open his face. He only hates that he is not a referee. This kind of smile will force a foul. He should smile at the yellow card warning and then smile at the red card!
Together, they threw the corpse out of the window. When they closed the window, they heard josch discussing with Zhou Tongyi over there -
josch: "why do you let me seduce zombies every time? The more you dress, the more responsibility you have? "
Zhou Tongyi: "No."
Josch: "the lighter the weight, the greater the responsibility?"
Zhou Tongyi: "neither."
Josch: the faster you run, the more responsibility you have
Zhou Tongyi: "no more. You see, can we not just look at the surface, we have never been so superficial
Josch: what's the reason for that
Zhou Tongyi: "the more wealth, the greater responsibility."
Josch: "and
Friendly discussion has developed into a group of cuddling, with beating and tearing in the middle.
Song Fei took back his eyes, kept silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I think he tripped josch."
Qi Yan thought about it and said ambiguously, "maybe."
"Also," Song Fei wry smile, a little embarrassed, "people are gone, investigate these also have no meaning."
Qi Yan holds Song Fei who wants to go back.
Song Fei is puzzled.
Qi Yan said quietly: "no matter whether he has tripped Qiao Siqi or not, if Qiao Siqi doesn't run back when he falls, but chooses to save people like you, maybe when he climbs the window again, he won't meet the zombie, he won't fight back, he won't It's infectious. "
Song Fei shook his head slowly: "even if he did it again, he would not save josch. In the face of danger, he gives priority to himself. From dormitory to supermarket, from supermarket to canteen, he comes here like this. ""That's why I said if." Qi Yan looked into Song Fei's eyes and sighed, "but there is no if in this world."
In the same desperate situation, in order to survive, some people choose to be cruel, others choose to be conscientious. There is no way to judge which is more effective, because both can create vitality and contain danger.
We can only say that we are always responsible for our own choices.
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On the 19th day of the outbreak of the corpse tide, it was sunny at night.
At the end of the battle, the twelve soldiers sat down, lay down, were still in shock, or were out of breath. In the huge kitchen, there was a mess after the war. The victory did not bring them joy. The air of extraordinary silence was filled with dignity, and there was a trace of desolation and desolation in the end.
In the extremely fierce battle, they had no time to think. Until now, when the dust settled down, they really realized that the students who had been climbing trees together not long ago had become the corpse with brain burst in front of them.
He used to be so lively and healthy.
Just like themselves.
No one knows when the infection happened, and the fear of this silent mutation is far more frightening than the fierce battle with zombies.
For the first time, the feeling of the coming of the end is so strong and real.
It's not a crisis, it's not a disaster, it's the end of the day - there's no place to escape.
"I don't have to finish it, twelve to one I won't be tired at all ~ ~ I have to dance for three more days and nights ~ ~ my mood is so light now that I can fly ~ ~ it's against my heart for NIMA to sing this song! OK, OK, join me ~ ~ no K, no K, jump from day to night... "
Fu Xiyuan's song has long been out of tune. The distorted notes float into the night sky, and gather with the wind and the tumult of the zombies downstairs to form a dance music with exotic customs.
Song Fei sighed, powerless to look at Zhao he: "you tell him that the battle is over, there is no need for remote assistance."
Zhao he leaned against the corner of the wall, exhausted, and didn't want to move a finger: "didn't you listen to him sing? I'm not tired at all. I can dance for another three days and nights."
Sophie black line.
Feng Qibai, who was at the bottom of the window, raised his head and said to him kindly, "it's over --"
the singing stopped soon upstairs. Soon after, Huang Mo asked, "are you all safe?"
Feng Qibai: "safe, how are you?"
Huang Mo: "I'm fine."
After two questions and one answer, Feng Qibai frowned: "where is Fu Xiyuan?"
Huang Mo: "I'm singing."
The sudden stop of singing and the loud questions and answers from upstairs and downstairs lead the zombies to pat the window again. After about ten minutes, it gradually quieted down outside the window. Feng Qibai secretly opened the blinds and the zombie had left most of the room.
"All gone?" Asked Zhao he, the farthest away.
"Not yet, but almost." Feng Qibai turned back and sat down on the ground again. He was full of emotion. But when he said it, he only sighed, "this fight, alas."
Ankle suddenly came a jump of pain, Joe strange subconsciously with his hand to rub, was Seinfeld's sharp eye to catch.
"Twisted?"
Josch said nothing but nodded his head. In fact, when he was tripped by Yu Zisheng, he twisted it. It wasn't very serious. It didn't matter when he was fighting. But when he calmed down like this, the pain of twisted tendons with a little acid became clear.
"Trip over him." Zhou Tongyi lightly said that although he still cared, he was no longer as indignant as before.
"It doesn't matter." Josch shrugged.
The dead are gone. It doesn't matter whether they are good or bad.
Just in case, after Li Jingyu knocked down the zombie, Wang Qingyuan came back and made a knife on his head. Fill the floor and sit, facing the body, a bow, you can see the whole picture of the body.
In fact, he did keep his head down, and his keen eyes behind the lens did not miss the body at all.
But still not.
But with a sigh, Wang Qingyuan finally gave up and raised his head to summon Qi Yan: "if you have a special skill, you have to go up."
Qi Yan understood, got up and went to Zhao he to get back the gloves, and went to the body while wearing them.
Wang Qingyuan knows how to get out of the way.
The place where Li Jingyu smashed the pot belongs to the living area of the team, which is around the shop. Later, in case of emergency, Qi Yan grabbed the clothes on both shoulders of the corpse and dragged it to the other end of the back kitchen. That is, when he first broke into the canteen, he cut his muscles to study the metabolism of the zombie.
Qi Yan over there took off his clothes and washed away the blood with clean water.
Hua Hua sound, with bloody water to the floor drain.
Here Wang Qingyuan picks up the mop, soaks it, and wipes the blood on the ground a little bit.
The rest of the little friends you look at me, I look at you, always feel that they should do something, so pick up the pot to pick up the pot, clean up the clean up, clean up the express, some booty on the clean up. As a result, I found that the woven bag full of warm clothes that Yu Zisheng was carrying was still outside the window.
It was the first time that Yu Zisheng ran here to wait for entering the window. When he didn't have time to enter, he ran away, tripped Qiao Siqi and ran back into the house. The bag was left outside. Later, Song Fei, Qiao Siqi and Qi Yan didn't notice when they came back, so they completely forgot.
Fortunately, there are only two or three kittens left outside. Zhao he goes to the other end of the window to attract them, and Song Fei jumps out to get them back easily. At that time, the bag had fallen horizontally on the ground, completely submerged in the dark shadow of the wall. No wonder the three of them didn't find it when they returned."Don't take it back." Seeing that Wu Zhou was going to put the clean killing pot back into the kitchen, Qiao Siqi, Lin Dilei, Li Jingyu and Zhou all four stopped it with one voice.
Wu Zhou was a little confused: "there are more than ten big cooking stoves. You don't have to use them."
Josch: nonono
Zhou Tongyi: "you put it back in such a good way, one day and two days, we can remember, three days and five days?"
Lin Dilei: "it's very possible that at some point we will relax our vigilance and then use it out of our wits."
Wu Zhou: "so what? The bottom of the pot is dirty, not the inside. It won't be infected."
Qiao Siqi, Zhou Tongyi and Lin Dilei said, "I'm afraid I should be, so..."
Li Jingyu: "please put down my weapon."
Zhao he, who has just helped song feisheng return from the east to the west, is confronted with a strong bear hug from Wu. The other side was so affectionate that he could hardly breathe.
"What's the matter?" Zhao he raised his heart.
Wu Zhou thought of four dozen and one, and he was bitterly aggrieved: "my brother was bullied..."
Zhao he now black face: "who?"
Wu Zhou never let go of a name: "Qiao Siqi, Zhou Tongyi, Lin Dilei, li What? It's the one who smashed the pot anyway
"Oh..." Zhao he felt that his comrades in arms didn't have much shorter head than himself, and his tone softened down. "We don't have the same understanding with them."
Wu Zhou pushed the other side aside and raised his black face: "it's not the rule of our department. If someone is bullied, don't ask right or wrong, first form a group to beat the other side!"
Zhao he looked at the sky and the earth, but he didn't look at Wu Zhou: "strictly speaking, we are not a department either..."
Wu Zhou understood, and could not despise each other more: "Zhao Quanquan, who was not afraid of everything before, died!"
Zhao he sighed: "Zhao Quanquan is not dead, but Zhao Quanneng is not afraid of the heaven and the earth. People are directly against the heaven and the earth. Don't you see their strength?"
Wu Zhou
Zhao he: "if you don't say anything else, just say spray dew in winter. Can normal people think of it?"
Wu Zhou
Zhao he: "there are also face masks and goggles. In addition to neuropathy, who can buy ten sets of them at school?"
Wu Zhou
Zhao he: "I saw the suitcase just now. I ran for my life with the suitcase. What's the psychological quality? I laugh at life and death. The end of the day is a holiday."
Wu Zhou
Zhao he: "sing again..."
Wu Zhou: "I'm going to help clean the floor now!"
When the kitchen is almost finished, Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan also have the results. Yu Zisheng's body was washed clean, and the wounds were clear. Basically, all wounds can be found corresponding sources, such as the cut on the inside of the finger when the gun was snatched, the stab on the arm and so on. It's not easy to distinguish the head because it was smashed in a mess. However, with the memory of fighting, we can roughly remember that before being smashed by Li Jingyu, the corner of the mouth was injured by Qiao Siqi, and the cheek was stabbed when pressed into the sink.
Of all these, the only one hit by jonesky was before the mutation.
"I'm sure I don't have zombie saliva in my hands." As one of the most cherished students in class 1, Qiao Siqi, not to mention the fatal matter of saliva, would be shocked if he touched the Zombie's clothes and deeply remembered, "it bit my arm, but it certainly didn't touch my hand, and I didn't touch the bitten place with my hand."
The friends sitting around looked at Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan, waiting for their explanation.
Wang Qingyuan watched and studied the whole process, occasionally helping others, so he didn't express his opinions, just waiting for Qi Yan.
"That's all that's left." The latter pondered for a moment and raised his eyes. "There is a small wound on the back of his right hand. If this is the source of infection, he accidentally hit his teeth when he hit the zombie with his fist. But because the cut was so small, he didn't notice
"So he can be so flexible after infection, because he was bitten shallow?" Remembering the previous battle, Song Fei still has a lingering fear.
"Not necessarily," Luo Geng thought and said, "it has something to do with the basic ability of the body. I remember the one who crawled into my dormitory before. It was because I practiced dance before that I was still soft and flexible after mutation. He is a sportsman. He is much stronger than us in physique. It's not surprising that he is stronger than us after mutation. "
"But he will hide, he will avoid the beginning when we attack, and he will select small mines and Li Jingyu, which is also related to his physical fitness?"
"That..." Li Jingyu slightly interrupted Song Fei, "I'm the weakest in our class. To be exact, I have to row behind the small mines, so I don't have to stress it all the time."
"It's as if you helped to stress it again," Jos said
Zhou Tongyi sighed: "and the emphasis is particularly careful and comprehensive."
Wang Qingyuan just sits beside Li Jingyu and pats him on the shoulder like comfort. He just wants to turn his head to join the discussion between Luo Geng and Song Fei, but Qi Yan is faster than him——"Before, on the way to the express delivery point, the zombies in the Bush could not hear the sound, and even ambush us. To some extent, it was very similar to Zisheng after mutation."
Wang Qingyuan was stunned and forgot what he wanted to say. He said incredulously: "do you mean zombies have evolved?"
"We are constantly enhancing our capabilities in the fight to adapt to this new environment, and vice versa. They are also adapting to this new environment and improving their viability. " Speaking of this, Qi Yandun, "but one thing, I insist."
Wang Qingyuan: "what?"
Qi Yan: "the re evolution of the virus will not make the zombies truly possess the wisdom of the world. Their so-called indifference to music, ambush and head protection are more like animals' pursuit of advantages and avoidance of disadvantages and hunting in essence. "
Wang Qingyuan decided to look at him: "sometimes, people may not be as cunning as animals, let alone animals have fangs and claws."
Qi Yan said: "as long as people want to be cunning, no species in the world can be worse than us."
My friends have subtle ripples in their hearts. It's not like good words, but they feel excited for no reason!
Song was shocked. After breaking up, he thought his ex boyfriend Shuai was a kind of disease. No, it's an incurable disease!
Every time there is a new situation, class 1 will sit down and hold a seminar like this, which has been used to. But class 2 took part in the meeting for the first time. The serious, lively, United and tense atmosphere impressed them and benefited them a lot. He Zhiwen even asked class 1 to borrow a pen and half a piece of paper - the friends only took a small notebook out of the supermarket and tore one less, so they were more economical both in self use and lending out - and wrote down some key points and prepared to go back to Huang Mo and Fu Xiyuan polular science.
The night is deep, and as the temperature drops, there is no zombie outside the window.
The four students in class 2 returned safely with their share of the spoils from the express delivery and along the rope handed down by the class.
Class 1 eight friends shake off a piece of warm clothes, make a bed, wash wash wash, only Qi Yan fell on the other end, in a daze to Zisheng's body.
I don't know when the zombie related work became Qi Yan's exclusive field, cleaning and inspection of abandoned corpses.
With a sigh, Qi Yan went to the top of the body, bent down and put his hand under the armpit of the body. The body that should have left the ground was suddenly lifted from the ground. Qi Yan keenly felt the change of the weight in his hand. When he looked up, he found that Song Fei, who was opposite, was helping him to lift the body's feet.
"See what I'm doing," Song Fei was amused by Qi Yan's silly expression and urged, "go."
Qi Yan recovered and hurried to the window.
Song Fei moves a little with his steps.
The vigorous battle may not be able to retreat completely, but the moment of rest and breathing is accompanied by death. Yu Zisheng's mutation not only brings about a life and death struggle, but also a moment of relaxation. He has to tighten his nerves every minute.
Qi Yan doesn't know how long they can hold on, but he hopes that this time can be longer and longer: "we all have to be good."
Song Fei shook his head and showed his white teeth: "it's not to be, it's to be."
Qi Yan was stunned and then laughed. His smile is very shallow, but gentle to the eyes.
Song Fei doesn't open his face. He only hates that he is not a referee. This kind of smile will force a foul. He should smile at the yellow card warning and then smile at the red card!
Together, they threw the corpse out of the window. When they closed the window, they heard josch discussing with Zhou Tongyi over there -
josch: "why do you let me seduce zombies every time? The more you dress, the more responsibility you have? "
Zhou Tongyi: "No."
Josch: "the lighter the weight, the greater the responsibility?"
Zhou Tongyi: "neither."
Josch: the faster you run, the more responsibility you have
Zhou Tongyi: "no more. You see, can we not just look at the surface, we have never been so superficial
Josch: what's the reason for that
Zhou Tongyi: "the more wealth, the greater responsibility."
Josch: "and
Friendly discussion has developed into a group of cuddling, with beating and tearing in the middle.
Song Fei took back his eyes, kept silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I think he tripped josch."
Qi Yan thought about it and said ambiguously, "maybe."
"Also," Song Fei wry smile, a little embarrassed, "people are gone, investigate these also have no meaning."
Qi Yan holds Song Fei who wants to go back.
Song Fei is puzzled.
Qi Yan said quietly: "no matter whether he has tripped Qiao Siqi or not, if Qiao Siqi doesn't run back when he falls, but chooses to save people like you, maybe when he climbs the window again, he won't meet the zombie, he won't fight back, he won't It's infectious. "
Song Fei shook his head slowly: "even if he did it again, he would not save josch. In the face of danger, he gives priority to himself. From dormitory to supermarket, from supermarket to canteen, he comes here like this. ""That's why I said if." Qi Yan looked into Song Fei's eyes and sighed, "but there is no if in this world."
In the same desperate situation, in order to survive, some people choose to be cruel, others choose to be conscientious. There is no way to judge which is more effective, because both can create vitality and contain danger.
We can only say that we are always responsible for our own choices.
On the 19th day of the outbreak of the corpse tide, it was sunny at night. At the end of the battle, the twelve soldiers sat down, lay down, were still in shock, or were out of breath. In the huge kitchen, there was a mess after the war. The victory did not bring them joy. The air of extraordinary silence was filled with dignity, and there was a trace of desolation and desolation in the end. In the extremely fierce battle, they had no time to think. Until now, when the dust settled down, they really realized that the students who had been climbing trees together not long ago had become the corpse with brain burst in front of them. He used to be so lively and healthy. Just like themselves. No one knows when the infection happened, and the fear of this silent mutation is far more frightening than the fierce battle with zombies. For the first time, the feeling of the coming of the end is so strong and real. It's not a crisis, it's not a disaster, it's the end of the day - there's no place to escape. "I don't have to finish it, twelve to one I won't be tired at all ~ ~ I have to dance for three more days and nights ~ ~ my mood is so light now that I can fly ~ ~ it's against my heart for NIMA to sing this song! OK, OK, join me ~ ~ no K, no K, jump from day to night... " Fu Xiyuan's song has long been out of tune. The distorted notes float into the night sky, and gather with the wind and the tumult of the zombies downstairs to form a dance music with exotic customs. Song Fei sighed, powerless to look at Zhao he: "you tell him that the battle is over, there is no need for remote assistance." Zhao he leaned against the corner of the wall, exhausted, and didn't want to move a finger: "didn't you listen to him sing? I'm not tired at all. I can dance for another three days and nights." Sophie black line. Feng Qibai, who was at the bottom of the window, raised his head and said to him kindly, "it's over --" the singing stopped soon upstairs. Soon after, Huang Mo asked, "are you all safe?" Feng Qibai: "safe, how are you?" Huang Mo: "I'm fine." After two questions and one answer, Feng Qibai frowned: "where is Fu Xiyuan?" Huang Mo: "I'm singing." The sudden stop of singing and the loud questions and answers from upstairs and downstairs lead the zombies to pat the window again. After about ten minutes, it gradually quieted down outside the window. Feng Qibai secretly opened the blinds and the zombie had left most of the room. "All gone?" Asked Zhao he, the farthest away. "Not yet, but almost." Feng Qibai turned back and sat down on the ground again. He was full of emotion. But when he said it, he only sighed, "this fight, alas." Ankle suddenly came a jump of pain, Joe strange subconsciously with his hand to rub, was Seinfeld's sharp eye to catch. "Twisted?" Josch said nothing but nodded his head. In fact, when he was tripped by Yu Zisheng, he twisted it. It wasn't very serious. It didn't matter when he was fighting. But when he calmed down like this, the pain of twisted tendons with a little acid became clear. "Trip over him." Zhou Tongyi lightly said that although he still cared, he was no longer as indignant as before. "It doesn't matter." Josch shrugged. The dead are gone. It doesn't matter whether they are good or bad. Just in case, after Li Jingyu knocked down the zombie, Wang Qingyuan came back and made a knife on his head. Fill the floor and sit, facing the body, a bow, you can see the whole picture of the body. In fact, he did keep his head down, and his keen eyes behind the lens did not miss the body at all. But still not. But with a sigh, Wang Qingyuan finally gave up and raised his head to summon Qi Yan: "if you have a special skill, you have to go up." Qi Yan understood, got up and went to Zhao he to get back the gloves, and went to the body while wearing them. Wang Qingyuan knows how to get out of the way. The place where Li Jingyu smashed the pot belongs to the living area of the team, which is around the shop. Later, in case of emergency, Qi Yan grabbed the clothes on both shoulders of the corpse and dragged it to the other end of the back kitchen. That is, when he first broke into the canteen, he cut his muscles to study the metabolism of the zombie. Qi Yan over there took off his clothes and washed away the blood with clean water. Hua Hua sound, with bloody water to the floor drain. Here Wang Qingyuan picks up the mop, soaks it, and wipes the blood on the ground a little bit. The rest of the little friends you look at me, I look at you, always feel that they should do something, so pick up the pot to pick up the pot, clean up the clean up, clean up the express, some booty on the clean up. As a result, I found that the woven bag full of warm clothes that Yu Zisheng was carrying was still outside the window. It was the first time that Yu Zisheng ran here to wait for entering the window. When he didn't have time to enter, he ran away, tripped Qiao Siqi and ran back into the house. The bag was left outside. Later, Song Fei, Qiao Siqi and Qi Yan didn't notice when they came back, so they completely forgot. Fortunately, there are only two or three kittens left outside. Zhao he goes to the other end of the window to attract them, and Song Fei jumps out to get them back easily. At that time, the bag had fallen horizontally on the ground, completely submerged in the dark shadow of the wall. No wonder the three of them didn't find it when they returned."Don't take it back." Seeing that Wu Zhou was going to put the clean killing pot back into the kitchen, Qiao Siqi, Lin Dilei, Li Jingyu and Zhou all four stopped it with one voice. Wu Zhou was a little confused: "there are more than ten big cooking stoves. You don't have to use them." Josch: nonono Zhou Tongyi: "you put it back in such a good way, one day and two days, we can remember, three days and five days?" Lin Dilei: "it's very possible that at some point we will relax our vigilance and then use it out of our wits." Wu Zhou: "so what? The bottom of the pot is dirty, not the inside. It won't be infected." Qiao Siqi, Zhou Tongyi and Lin Dilei said, "I'm afraid I should be, so..." Li Jingyu: "please put down my weapon." Zhao he, who has just helped song feisheng return from the east to the west, is confronted with a strong bear hug from Wu. The other side was so affectionate that he could hardly breathe. "What's the matter?" Zhao he raised his heart. Wu Zhou thought of four dozen and one, and he was bitterly aggrieved: "my brother was bullied..." Zhao he now black face: "who?" Wu Zhou never let go of a name: "Qiao Siqi, Zhou Tongyi, Lin Dilei, li What? It's the one who smashed the pot anyway "Oh..." Zhao he felt that his comrades in arms didn't have much shorter head than himself, and his tone softened down. "We don't have the same understanding with them." Wu Zhou pushed the other side aside and raised his black face: "it's not the rule of our department. If someone is bullied, don't ask right or wrong, first form a group to beat the other side!" Zhao he looked at the sky and the earth, but he didn't look at Wu Zhou: "strictly speaking, we are not a department either..." Wu Zhou understood, and could not despise each other more: "Zhao Quanquan, who was not afraid of everything before, died!" Zhao he sighed: "Zhao Quanquan is not dead, but Zhao Quanneng is not afraid of the heaven and the earth. People are directly against the heaven and the earth. Don't you see their strength?" Wu Zhou Zhao he: "if you don't say anything else, just say spray dew in winter. Can normal people think of it?" Wu Zhou Zhao he: "there are also face masks and goggles. In addition to neuropathy, who can buy ten sets of them at school?" Wu Zhou Zhao he: "I saw the suitcase just now. I ran for my life with the suitcase. What's the psychological quality? I laugh at life and death. The end of the day is a holiday." Wu Zhou Zhao he: "sing again..." Wu Zhou: "I'm going to help clean the floor now!" When the kitchen is almost finished, Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan also have the results. Yu Zisheng's body was washed clean, and the wounds were clear. Basically, all wounds can be found corresponding sources, such as the cut on the inside of the finger when the gun was snatched, the stab on the arm and so on. It's not easy to distinguish the head because it was smashed in a mess. However, with the memory of fighting, we can roughly remember that before being smashed by Li Jingyu, the corner of the mouth was injured by Qiao Siqi, and the cheek was stabbed when pressed into the sink. Of all these, the only one hit by jonesky was before the mutation. "I'm sure I don't have zombie saliva in my hands." As one of the most cherished students in class 1, Qiao Siqi, not to mention the fatal matter of saliva, would be shocked if he touched the Zombie's clothes and deeply remembered, "it bit my arm, but it certainly didn't touch my hand, and I didn't touch the bitten place with my hand." The friends sitting around looked at Qi Yan and Wang Qingyuan, waiting for their explanation. Wang Qingyuan watched and studied the whole process, occasionally helping others, so he didn't express his opinions, just waiting for Qi Yan. "That's all that's left." The latter pondered for a moment and raised his eyes. "There is a small wound on the back of his right hand. If this is the source of infection, he accidentally hit his teeth when he hit the zombie with his fist. But because the cut was so small, he didn't notice "So he can be so flexible after infection, because he was bitten shallow?" Remembering the previous battle, Song Fei still has a lingering fear. "Not necessarily," Luo Geng thought and said, "it has something to do with the basic ability of the body. I remember the one who crawled into my dormitory before. It was because I practiced dance before that I was still soft and flexible after mutation. He is a sportsman. He is much stronger than us in physique. It's not surprising that he is stronger than us after mutation. " "But he will hide, he will avoid the beginning when we attack, and he will select small mines and Li Jingyu, which is also related to his physical fitness?" "That..." Li Jingyu slightly interrupted Song Fei, "I'm the weakest in our class. To be exact, I have to row behind the small mines, so I don't have to stress it all the time." "It's as if you helped to stress it again," Jos said Zhou Tongyi sighed: "and the emphasis is particularly careful and comprehensive." Wang Qingyuan just sits beside Li Jingyu and pats him on the shoulder like comfort. He just wants to turn his head to join the discussion between Luo Geng and Song Fei, but Qi Yan is faster than him"Before, on the way to the express delivery point, the zombies in the Bush could not hear the sound, and even ambush us. To some extent, it was very similar to Zisheng after mutation." Wang Qingyuan was stunned and forgot what he wanted to say. He said incredulously: "do you mean zombies have evolved?" "We are constantly enhancing our capabilities in the fight to adapt to this new environment, and vice versa. They are also adapting to this new environment and improving their viability. " Speaking of this, Qi Yandun, "but one thing, I insist." Wang Qingyuan: "what?" Qi Yan: "the re evolution of the virus will not make the zombies truly possess the wisdom of the world. Their so-called indifference to music, ambush and head protection are more like animals' pursuit of advantages and avoidance of disadvantages and hunting in essence. " Wang Qingyuan decided to look at him: "sometimes, people may not be as cunning as animals, let alone animals have fangs and claws." Qi Yan said: "as long as people want to be cunning, no species in the world can be worse than us." My friends have subtle ripples in their hearts. It's not like good words, but they feel excited for no reason! Song was shocked. After breaking up, he thought his ex boyfriend Shuai was a kind of disease. No, it's an incurable disease! Every time there is a new situation, class 1 will sit down and hold a seminar like this, which has been used to. But class 2 took part in the meeting for the first time. The serious, lively, United and tense atmosphere impressed them and benefited them a lot. He Zhiwen even asked class 1 to borrow a pen and half a piece of paper - the friends only took a small notebook out of the supermarket and tore one less, so they were more economical both in self use and lending out - and wrote down some key points and prepared to go back to Huang Mo and Fu Xiyuan polular science. The night is deep, and as the temperature drops, there is no zombie outside the window. The four students in class 2 returned safely with their share of the spoils from the express delivery and along the rope handed down by the class. Class 1 eight friends shake off a piece of warm clothes, make a bed, wash wash wash, only Qi Yan fell on the other end, in a daze to Zisheng's body. I don't know when the zombie related work became Qi Yan's exclusive field, cleaning and inspection of abandoned corpses. With a sigh, Qi Yan went to the top of the body, bent down and put his hand under the armpit of the body. The body that should have left the ground was suddenly lifted from the ground. Qi Yan keenly felt the change of the weight in his hand. When he looked up, he found that Song Fei, who was opposite, was helping him to lift the body's feet. "See what I'm doing," Song Fei was amused by Qi Yan's silly expression and urged, "go." Qi Yan recovered and hurried to the window. Song Fei moves a little with his steps. The vigorous battle may not be able to retreat completely, but the moment of rest and breathing is accompanied by death. Yu Zisheng's mutation not only brings about a life and death struggle, but also a moment of relaxation. He has to tighten his nerves every minute. Qi Yan doesn't know how long they can hold on, but he hopes that this time can be longer and longer: "we all have to be good." Song Fei shook his head and showed his white teeth: "it's not to be, it's to be." Qi Yan was stunned and then laughed. His smile is very shallow, but gentle to the eyes. Song Fei doesn't open his face. He only hates that he is not a referee. This kind of smile will force a foul. He should smile at the yellow card warning and then smile at the red card! Together, they threw the corpse out of the window. When they closed the window, they heard josch discussing with Zhou Tongyi over there - josch: "why do you let me seduce zombies every time? The more you dress, the more responsibility you have? " Zhou Tongyi: "No." Josch: "the lighter the weight, the greater the responsibility?" Zhou Tongyi: "neither." Josch: the faster you run, the more responsibility you have Zhou Tongyi: "no more. You see, can we not just look at the surface, we have never been so superficial Josch: what's the reason for that Zhou Tongyi: "the more wealth, the greater responsibility." Josch: "and Friendly discussion has developed into a group of cuddling, with beating and tearing in the middle. Song Fei took back his eyes, kept silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I think he tripped josch." Qi Yan thought about it and said ambiguously, "maybe." "Also," Song Fei wry smile, a little embarrassed, "people are gone, investigate these also have no meaning." Qi Yan holds Song Fei who wants to go back. Song Fei is puzzled. Qi Yan said quietly: "no matter whether he has tripped Qiao Siqi or not, if Qiao Siqi doesn't run back when he falls, but chooses to save people like you, maybe when he climbs the window again, he won't meet the zombie, he won't fight back, he won't It's infectious. " Song Fei shook his head slowly: "even if he did it again, he would not save josch. In the face of danger, he gives priority to himself. From dormitory to supermarket, from supermarket to canteen, he comes here like this. ""That's why I said if." Qi Yan looked into Song Fei's eyes and sighed, "but there is no if in this world." In the same desperate situation, in order to survive, some people choose to be cruel, others choose to be conscientious. There is no way to judge which is more effective, because both can create vitality and contain danger. We can only say that we are always responsible for our own choices.
