Chapter 64: victory is in sight

Qi Yan naturally has nothing wrong with it. He has a great body. The food is delicious. A canned luncheon meat can be wiped out in no time. (Fiction) Song Fei and He Zhi asked if they did not exercise as much as he did, and the two of them shared a can, so they were not hungry.
Compared with the sufficient food, the water is a little stretched, and all three only carry a bottle with them. Qi Yan's has already been drunk, and Song Fei's is still left. Why is the most economical, half left, nor Dare to drink again.
"Oh yes, yesterday I forgot to ask, where did you get the table tennis?" When reorganizing the backpack, Song Fei suddenly thought of this.
"There is a dedicated table tennis room on this floor. When I rushed up yesterday, there were a lot of zombies on this floor. I didn't rush to the elevator several times. I hid there and took a bag."
"Alas, not only table tennis, but also an Internet cafe in their college. Every semester hosts an electronic competition. We also return to invite us to watch the game. As the name suggests, brother colleges and departments enjoy priority. There is no lack of morality!" It wasn't one day or two. He Zhiwen always thought about it, but he still had a hard time.
Song Fei has not watched the game with his own eyes, but he also knows that the School of Computer Science has such an enviable tradition: "You guys too, borrow a classroom and get a few laptops to connect to the Internet for minutes."
"Others are computer colleges, and the e-competition tyrants are also well-known. Our physics college engages in e-sports?"
Song Fei would like to provide some constructive suggestions for the alumni of the physics department. However, he did not think of a professional counterpart. "Your college is really too serious to play well."
"You can't say that," as a student of the Academy of Physics, his own school vomited casually, but others couldn't criticize it. "Which one of the college is engaged in the fixed pulley load-bearing competition, the dynamic pulley innovation competition, and the high-altitude falling object shock absorption competition. ? Which one is eager to try without listening? "
Song Fei: "..."
Qi Yan: "It sounds really interesting."
He Zhiqin: "Right, right, I will tell you that the fixed pulley has the most weight bearing. Last year, a senior made beautiful and super practical. A teacher in the courtyard was hung straight in the competition! If not later The pulley is stuck, and the teacher hangs in the air for an hour, and the champion must be his! "
Qi Yan: "... Otherwise, you should engage in e-sports."
For a long time afterwards, He Zhiwen kept leaning on the corner and didn't talk, feeling unhappy.
Qi Yan did n’t expect that he would have such great power in a casual sentence. It was originally a casual chat. Unexpectedly, he encountered a glass heart. In line with the spirit of contemporary college students ... "
He Zhi asked, and quickly explained: "I have nothing to do with you."
Qi Yan puzzled.
"It's a little bit of missing the old days," He Zhiwen looked out the window, the sun shone on his face, a bright radiance, "class, class, meal, experiment, review, exam ... I didn't feel anything back then Suddenly thinking now. "
Song Fei counted the days and laughed: "It's only twenty days since the life you missed."
"It's only twenty days?" He Zhiwen asked unexpectedly, suddenly lying on his back on the table, looking at the ceiling, melancholy, "How does it feel like twenty years have passed."
Actually, Song Fei knows what to ask.
There is a very vulgar sentence, but it is appropriate-happy times always pass by white horses, and the years of suffering always live like years.
I used to have a life like water, but now I want to come, but it is full of delicate and tranquil taste. It's just, that kind of stability, that such a teenager doesn't worry, can it come back?
The three of them missed the past and worried about their comrades scattered elsewhere. Compared with their three clear targets, pointing directly at the radio, the four comrades who lured the enemy to the other two buildings were in a state of complete interruption of information. Will they choose to stand firm and wait for their comrades to return to the rescue, or will they break through the grid? Or out of objective considerations and trust in their three comrades-in-arms, withdraw to the cafeteria as safely as Zhao He? No one knows.
Withdrawing to the cafeteria is of course the best, but if not, then the three of them will delay for a minute in the Gewu Building, and it will be a little more dangerous for the other four partners.
Thinking about this, the three little friends made a bold decision to attack during the day.
Ten minutes later, the attack died.
The only gain was that the three-person position was transferred from the classroom on the seventh floor to the physics laboratory on the eighth floor.
"They are simply invincible during the day." Recalling the death rush half a minute ago, Song Fei also felt trembling.
"Stunned for fear, for fear of death, they see no attack at all, and if we can do that, maybe the deer will die." He Zhiwen ran out of breath, but the fighting spirit Forever.
"The problem is not to hide!" Song Fei was so angry that he wanted to kick him.
Fighting for a long time, Song Fei discovered that it was not right. This is the eighth floor. Does n’t it mean that the computer school is above the seventh floor? How can there be a physics laboratory?
"Our college has a large number of people, but the place is not enough. The dean discussed with the school and insisted on coming to half a floor." He Zhi asked. "But I also heard that this was already the case when I entered the school."
Song Fei nodded his head and solved the puzzle. He found that Qi Yan had not spoken since he came in. Looking up, they were sitting at an experimental table and playing deeply.
Song Fei walked over curiously and found that he opened a box of weights on the table. Now he was staring at the metal weights of different sizes but all polished brightly, thoughtfully.
Song Fei just wanted to ask what you want, when Qi Yan suddenly took out all the weights, he collected his brain into a plastic bag that he didn't know where it came from, and it was not enough to collect a table. Posture.
He Zhiwen looked stunned for a long time before reacting to stop: "Hey, the things in the laboratory that can't be touched are all public property. Besides, how do you experiment when you take us away!"
Song Fei leaned back on his neck collar: "I have fully felt your deep love for the School of Physics, but the premise of experimenting is not the completeness of the experimental tools, but the life of the experimenter."
He Zhi hesitated, but still not reconciled: "But ..."
Qi Yan stopped and lifted his eyelids slightly: "If you are a superhero, physical man now, is it right to throw a flying knife after a battle?"
He asked: "No!"
Qi Yan: "What about weights?"
He Zhiwen asked: "Handsome!"
The change of thought is so huge and rapid. He Zhiwen even turned back and suggested Song Fei with great interest: "I am a physical hero, and you also think of yourself as a pull name."
Every teenager has a superhero dream in his heart.
but--
Song Feibai glanced at him, silently turned to the beginning.
Qi Yan poured the last box of weights into a plastic bag and explained gently: "No, he is a black widow."
From sunset moon, night falls.
Actually it was only six o'clock in the evening, but the whole world was as dark as midnight.
Qi Yan protruded slightly from the laboratory and looked around from side to side with the thin light of the corridor.
Next second, a dozen table tennis spilled to the right, and along the corridor to the right with the initial speed!
Qi Yanfei quickly closed the door of the laboratory and listened to the door with his ear.
Song Fei and He Zhiwen held their breath and stood by at any time.
Noisy footsteps came from the left side of the corridor, and quickly ran across the laboratory entrance and continued to the right.
It's now!
Qi Yanli opened the door and ran to the left without hesitation!
Song Fei and He Zhiwen immediately follow up, trying to make their running toe to the ground, and suppress the sound to the lowest!
I do n’t know if there is insufficient light at night, the temperature is reduced, and the activity of the zombie is also affected to a certain extent. The stairwell was deserted and empty, and the three ran to the eleventh floor in one breath. Seeing that the twelfth floor was above their heads, they only met the first zombie.
It was an old man with silver hair and a thin figure. Half of his face was covered with dried blood clots. The other half of his face was relatively clean, and his appearance was vaguely visible.
Usually such old people are professors who are rehired by the school. Although the three of them are not considered as students of the other party, it seems quite unpleasant to see the old gentleman fall like this.
Here the three people hesitated for a while, and the zombies over there had already rushed. Fortunately, the speed of zombies is not too fast, and it should be related to the physical constitution of the age before death. Qi Yan clenched the mop gun firmly, and did not retreat or hide, waiting for the zombies to enter the attack range is a shot!
Qi Yan's tactics are very simple. He knocked it down with a single shot and re-shot the head. Song Fei and He Zhiwen were on standby to make up for the knife.
Experience proved that this is a very effective combat mode.
However, this time he kicked the iron plate.
The zombie suddenly flashed when he was about to be stabbed. He escaped Qi Yan's attack and said nothing. He actually held the gun by his hand and pulled Qi Yanlian with his gun.
Qi Yan had a hunch when the other party held the gun, and prepared for a tough and tough battle, but the other party's strength was far greater than he imagined, and he used it very skillfully, not brute force, but with some kind of force With a rhythm that makes people unable to parry, Qi Yan couldn't stand anymore, he stumbled forward and fell into the arms of the other party!
The zombies had been expected for a long time, and without hesitation when Qi Yan fell over, he gnawed at the other person's face!
On the occasion of a terrible attack, Qi Yan, who was struggling, lifted his hand and pushed the opponent's jaw, earning himself a two-second breath!
In these two seconds, Song Fei's metal chopsticks have gone straight to the zombie temple!
He Zhiwen's short knife also struck the zombie face!
Stay for 0.01 seconds, Song Fei ’s metal chopstick tip will □ zombie temple. But no, I can't hold on!
Qi Yan's hand was finally pressed down by the zombie's head, and then the zombie's head slammed down sharply, knocking on Qiyan's goggles!
And this drop, just escaped Song Fei's chopsticks!
He Zhiwen's knife was still stuck, but he was going to face, but now he pierced directly into the head of the brain.
Fortunately, Qi Yan, who let go of his hand, did not know when he drew his short knife from his waist and made it into the zombie temple.
The zombie stayed still, and he hung heavily on him.
Qi Yan put it down as lightly as possible, leaning against the corner of the stairwell.
Although there are no surprises, but after all, "surprised", Song Fei is puzzled and asks with breath: "It is so old, and still has the strength to restrain you?"
"If you say you don't believe it," Qi Yan was helpless. "But it's really unusual, and I might have practiced it."
Song Fei 囧: "What can the teacher of the computer academy practice?"
"Tai Chi." He didn't look down when he looked up. He Zhiwen asked the students to understand the various trends of the School of Computer Science. "When I went out in class before, I could always see him practicing in the open space downstairs. , The old gentleman liked it when he was young and practiced for decades. "
Qi Yan: "..."
Song Fei: "Such information will be said in advance!"
Although the other party has become a zombie, when it changes from a simple "unknown zombie" to a "mutant with blood and flesh and a past", the mood is more complicated when the three people go to see the corpse again.
Taking a deep breath, Qi Yan took the first step and continued to walk upstairs.
Song Fei and He Zhiwen glanced at each other and followed quietly.
The eleventh and twelfth floors are the conference rooms and teachers ’office areas of the School of Computer Science. Usually, there are fewer people than downstairs. When the accident occurs, it is the weekend, and almost all of them are empty. So until entering the twelfth floor corridor, the three people never saw a zombie again.
Of course it is a good thing.
But the good things that are too smooth always make people uneasy.
The corridor is empty, three people crouching and moving forward.
According to He Zhiwen, the teacher ’s office was at the end of the corridor, in the opposite direction of the stairs, and now they have shortened the distance from the company by a third.
The moonlight is bright.
This is a sunny evening.
The shadows of the three were stretched very long, as if to extend into the darkness.
Passing by a virtual utility room, hesitating for two seconds, Qi Yan retreated.
Song Fei's question is unclear, so he froze in place.
Qi Yan carefully opened the door, narrow and cluttered, but he was sure that there were no people or zombies.
Qi Yan took the lead in entering, and then used his eyes to signal that his comrades also came in.
Song Fei probably understood the meaning of Qi Yan, and he hid in a daze while he was still confused.
Qi Yan slowly closed the door, leaving only a gap for his arms to enter and exit, and then threw a table tennis ball towards the direction of the stairs they came from.
The sound of a ping pong ball is not loud, but at the moment when Wan Laiju is quiet, it is clear and loud.
Until the bounce of table tennis almost completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, sporadic footsteps ran across the utility room. The number of people was not large. It should be three.
He Zhiwen also realized that this was the last time Qi Yan was cleared.
The teacher ’s office is close by, but the closer you are to success, the more you need to be sober and cautious—to a certain extent, the words that can do this are terribly calm.
When I opened the door again and entered the hallway, the three people all relieved, relaxing and calming themselves.
After about ten steps, the three finally came to the office door.
This is a solid wood door with no visible glass on it. And the only two office windows, blocking the blinds, are tightly closed, leaving no gaps.
Qi Yan held the doorknob and pressed it gently, unconsciously pushing forward with his wrist.
The door is unlocked!
Qi Yan's heart moved, the door leaf was easily opened under the thrust, and everything in the office was uncovered and came into view.
I saw that in the cold moonlight, most of the stations were empty, and only a figure was sitting at a desk. He turned his back to the door and sat in a chair motionless, unable to tell whether it was "he" or "it" from the angle of the door.
Song Fei and He Zhiwen also saw it.
In the distant corridor there was a faint sound like footsteps and something else. Qi Yan no longer hesitated and flashed in. After Song Fei and He Zhi asked to follow up, they closed the door immediately.
Click.
Qi Yan closed the lock while closing the door.
Song Fei and He Zhiwen had a tight heart, but also understood that this is safer, at least they can only deal with this one in the house without worries.
It's just that closing the door and falling the lock didn't make this one turn around, the friends still felt scalp numbness.
"Teacher?" He Zhiwen tentatively called, "That, let's borrow the radio."
Qi Yan and Song Fei looked at him in surprise.
He Zhiwen gently nodded his head, the meaning could not be more obvious-this is the master of the radio!
The person in the chair was originally raking his back, as if his head was lowered to the tabletop, and suddenly he heard his words and straightened up.
The next second, the swivel chair suddenly moved, and in the creaking noise, the figure turned from back to front to the door, and the friends finally saw his face and the small black radio I did n’t know how long he held in his arms. .
"I don't know what you think," Song Fei swallowed. "Anyway, I think he might not be willing to borrow ..."