Chapter 90: Halfway

The mess in the sports equipment room is the same as Zhao He envisioned. Someone has lived here.

All the equipment was pushed to the corner. The large open space in the middle was covered with high jump mats and sit-up mats. There were messy food residues on both the mat and the ground. Instant noodles, small food bags and empty beverage bottles were also everywhere.
"It seems that many people have lived here," Luo Geng walked around the house for a week, and came back to report, "There are also cushions in the compartment."
Qi Yan nodded: "I just don't know if it's one dial or several dials."
After all, the corpse of that lawn is not a one-day job.
"Regardless of what he does, he is a war madman anyway." Song Fei remembered that the corpses outside were all over the field, and he still had a deep heart.
"Don't guess, the main force must be ours." The three swordsmen of the sports courtyard also came back from the booth.
"Are you sure?" Song Fei looked around and found no decisive evidence.
Fu Xiyuan sat on the floor and sighed cross-legged: "All the weapons that can be used as weapons, such as a shot put and a javelin, are gone, so the discus is left. In this case, our compatriots can do it.
"And beside the track and field are the building of our hospital," Wu Zhou said, "The snack bags and beverage bottles on the ground look like they are in the vending machine in the building."
"No need to talk about those at all," Zhao He rolled his eyes and sat down next to Fu Xiyuan. "You will know when you step inside, typical male dormitory in a sports institute."
Song Fei is half-trusted and doubtful: "The boys’ dormitory is not all like that.
"You are too naive." Zhao He sniffed and gave Luo Geng a look with pride, "You."
Luo Geng didn't open his face: "I have deleted this memory, and the color and fragrance are emptied in all directions!"
Zhao He pouted, and had to come in person: "Yes, I will take you to smell ..."
"No!" Song Fei held Zhao He's hand on his arm, then looked at Luo Geng's pale face, and seriously refused, "I believe it."
Treasure life and try to restrain unnecessary adventures.
Zhao He didn't force him, let loose Song Fei, and spontaneously stayed for a while, and suddenly a sigh: "I don't know where they are now."
"It should be finished eating, no mistake, run away." Qi Yan finished, thought about it, and added, "Maybe just like us, run directly outside the school."
"No matter where I go, I hope everything will be fine." Zhao He shrugged, then suddenly remembered something like that, and was happy again, "There are still my buddies inside."
"If you really have that, thank you buddies," Song Fei said casually. "If they took the door with them when we left, we wouldn't be able to enter."
"No." Zhao He did not hesitate.
Song Fei was confused, and several other friends did not understand.
Zhao He: "The door was deliberately closed. The lock tongue was screwed out."
Little friends froze.
Zhao He was also a bit puzzled after speaking. He was the first to come in and the last to close the door. What kind of lock must be the most powerful, but he was also the first to think about the reason behind this, Well?"
"It is not to leave the door, but to leave the door for the latecomers." Song Fei already wanted to understand the meaning, "If someone fled here after they left, at least there would be a place of refuge."
"Will you think they are too tall?" Zhao He has already defaulted to staying here by his fellows, and it is inevitable that he will be seated in the right number.
Song Feile, no longer argue with him.
Zhao He shrugged and felt that it was good to choose to believe.
Sometimes, people's hearts are worse than we thought.
Sometimes, people's hearts are brighter and warmer than we think.
"Are you all right?" He Zhi asked Lin Dilei to sit in the corner to rest, and then quietly came over.
Sitting on the side, unable to find a chance to talk, Luo Geng immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
Two questions, Lin Dilei did not want to answer.
The result is that He is a helpful person
"She is now the big aunt the next day, Huang Mo said that many girls are the most uncomfortable the next day."
Luo Geng was dull and couldn't find the right words for a while.
Lin Dilei's eyes widened in disbelief: "You also ... asked Huang Mo?"
He Zhiwen nodded his head as a matter of course: "I don't know what is special the next day, so if I encounter a problem that I don't understand, of course I have to go up and down."
Lin Dilei watched He Zhiwen quietly for a full minute, and finally waited for the airflow in her chest to stabilize before she smiled and suggested: "Do you consider giving up looking for a girlfriend?"
It is unavoidable that he is completely crazy, Lin Dilei decided to stay away from those comrades temporarily.
When she got up, there was a bloating pain in her stomach, which made her nervous for a moment, but later found out that it didn't seem to be as serious. In fact, she felt weird yesterday. It hasn't been painful to roll over the bed all these years. It's not really coming, including last month, she was also tossed and almost collapsed. But this time, although it is still uncomfortable, the degree has eased a lot. Compared with the past mode, this time is definitely a one-click customs clearance.
I do n’t know if it ’s because of more exercise this month than in the past year, so the muscles and bones are alive and the blood is breathing.
"What are you doing stupidly?" Joskey's voice came from below.
Lin Dilei realized that she had come to Joskey's side unconsciously, and the latter was sitting on the sit-up mat, holding one of her shoes.
"What are you doing?" Compared to herself, Lin Dilei feels that Qiao Siqi is more worthy of discussion.
"Crying shoes." Monday Lu on the same mat looked contemptuously, "saying that this is his most beloved baby and ruining the zombie."
Lin Dilei looked at it, the so-called ruin, but just a circle of teeth marks on the tip of the shoe.
Cannot be removed, the bite marks have been dented, but the brush is clean and not necessarily obvious.
"Why not a pair of shoes, as for?" Lin Dilei could not understand.
"Little Landmine!" On Monday, Lu felt that he had found a loved one.
Qiao Siqi strongly emphasized: "Limited edition, this is Jordan limited edition, you can't buy it with money!"
Lin Dilei rolled her eyes and recalled the past: "No wonder you were so excited when you were bitten your shoes on the Avenue of Students. In fact, if you didn't say anything at that time, we would quietly kill the zombie, and those lying on the ground might not rise up Maybe it ’s been hibernating. "
Qiao Siqi murmured with a little guilt: "I can't control it ..."
Monday ’s law sneered:
Cut, it ’s all an excuse, and you admit that you are over in a flash.

Qiao Siqi: "Little mine!"
Lin Dilei: "Ah?"
Qiao Siqi: "If it is your most expensive and beloved designer bag that is bitten by someone, can you calm down?"
Lin Dilei: "I am a student, I have bought a perfume for a day, which can afford a bag."
Qiao Siqi: "Assuming you graduated from work and can afford it, then lv, Chanel, Hermes, Prada bags are all bite marks on people?"
Lin Dilei: "I, tear, he, he."
Monday law: "..."
After a short break, the friends all recovered from the race.
The noise outside the door has weakened, but you can listen carefully, but it has not completely dispersed.
However, time does not wait for others.
They must race against the clock to enter the underground garage before dawn.
It is not difficult to leave the track and field technically, but after leaving, it becomes a problem that everyone can not dispute.
Luo Geng: "You have to learn the avenues, we weren't so determined before."
He Zhiwen: "And the vision is wide and clear at a glance."
Monday law: "The distance is also short."
The above three are firmly returning to the right track.
Song Fei: "Since we have all turned here, just follow this way."
Li Jingyu: "Just right behind the Houde Building."
Qiao Siqi: "And the road is narrower and better concealed."
The above three are firmly committed to wrong.
Luo Geng retorted: "Here is the cultural and sports activity concentration area, the stadium, the swimming pool, the basketball hall, the academic center auditorium, etc. Each one may be in danger. We can meet the problem and solve the problem, but we can't give ourselves Bury mine. "
Song Fei does not agree: "Although the terrain here is complicated and the circumstances you may encounter are complicated, have you ever thought about the complex environment leaving us more room for play. Are you worried that there are zombies hidden in these places, do you have I thought these places could also be bunkers. "
Monday Law: "We can go to the tree when we are in danger. Why do we have to hide where there are no zombies?"
Qiao Siqi: "In case we didn't rush to the parking lot before dawn, if we needed a place to stay overnight, we would die from hiding in the trees!"
He asked: "Halo, you liberal arts students love brain supplements, can you proceed from logic?"
Li Jingyu: "Your science students are single cells, simple and rude!"
Qi Yan: "If you have something to talk about, don't engage in map guns."
Wang Qingyuan: "Your first start."
……
The dispute between culture and theory is a topic that can be passionate for thousands of years. In the blink of an eye, all the friends join the battle.
Uh, except the three Musketeers in the Sports Institute.
Zhao He is actually not willing to quietly watch his comrades in tears, but if he wants to go shirtless, he must always have a clear identity.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't bear to say: "The mathematics of the sports institute is still reasonable?"
Wu Zhou patted him on the shoulder: "You overestimate yourself."
Fu Xiyuan sighed: "Let's call it culture class."
Student Avenue is still a detour to the cultural and sports activity area. Like the dispute between arts and sciences, there is no reason for it in the end.
"Put a coin," Song Fei made a decisive decision and no longer spent precious time. "The positive numbers go on the road, and the negative ones deviate.
"Such a serious matter depends on the sky ... not very good."
Little friends are hesitant.
"We can live until now you think it's all on yourself, that's covered by God."
After talking about Song Fei, we do n’t wait for everyone to refute, find a golden cannon penny from the wallet, and hit it in the air ...
The coin collapsed on Qi Yan's face.
Bounced off the ground again.
Song Fei: "..."
All comrades: "..."
The reverse.
Qi Yan stooped to pick up the coins, took it in his pocket calmly, and smiled lightly at his friends: "Go."
All the comrades quickly turned around to get their things together, nodded vigorously, and their eyes were bright.
Outside the door of the instrument room of the rostrum, only three or four zombies remain.
The rest are scattered in the track and field, or on the runway, or on the lawn, or suddenly want to climb the stands.
They seem to forget what they were originally doing here, but they are reluctant to leave. It seems that I want to find a safe haven, but there is no such place in the empty track and field.
The instrument room door opened quickly and closed quickly.
The zombies at the door haven't even had time to follow the prestige.
An extra small aircraft appeared on the ground outside the door. At the moment when the door was closed and the lock was closed, several small propellers suddenly spun at a very high speed, and the aircraft vacated instantly, making the sound of agitated airflow.
The zombies raised their heads when they heard the sound, and saw that the aircraft was parked at a height that they could see clearly but could not reach.
The next second, the aircraft suddenly started to go over the runway.
The zombie outside the door of the equipment room instinctively chased, but the aircraft stopped on the runway and flew not far, then stopped in midair and circled in place.
The zombies under the aircraft gathered more and more, which were originally just a few outside the door of the instrument room. Later, most of the zombies in the entire track and field were concentrated.
In the instrument room, He Zhiwen was operating the remote control, and his forehead was sweating slightly.
He couldn't see the outside, but he could only use his feelings, so he didn't dare to operate too much. He felt that the aircraft almost entered the runway. After a little distance from the instrument room, he stopped his hand decisively and only left the aircraft in midair.
"It should be almost the same." Song Fei, who had been posting at the door and listening to the movement, made his judgment.
Qi Yan glanced at him and nodded.
Song Fei carefully and slowly opened the door again, and pushed out a very narrow door slit, looking out the gap, empty and empty.
He had the courage to open the door a little bigger, and half of his head came out, and finally he could see clearly. He Zhiwen stopped the drone in front of the slope, where the bend more than thirty meters away was connected to the lawn.
Almost all zombies in the track and field are there.
Fortunately, the number did not increase anymore, or the dozens brought by them.
He Zhiwen got close to Song Fei, and finally had a good vision, and it was even easier to operate again.
After a while, the aircraft took the zombies to the door of the track and field.
Below the rostrum, the fourteen buddies of the Wusheng class were all dispatched.
The aircraft walked in front, the zombies followed, and the Wusheng class trailed far behind.
When leaving the instrument room, Song Fei also screwed out the lock tongue and concealed the door.
Turned around, looking at the corpse across the field, Song Fei was in a trance for a moment. It seemed that he had returned to the sports meeting not long ago.
In the sea of ​​corpses now, two months ago, he reluctantly danced the Tai Chi fan.
If time can go back, he must dance very seriously.
Song Fei looked up slightly, blinked, and let the wind blow away the heat.
Beijing time, in the evening, at 10:20, the night began to cool down.
The squad reached the gate of the track and field successfully, and Zhao He retrieved his suitcase from under the side stand.
This thing has now become a part of his soul, no matter how heavy, it is indispensable.
The aircraft strategy was very smooth. After leaving the track and field, even the zombies along the way were attracted, so it became a clear weapon for the team. As long as the aircraft passed by, it was basically empty and safe.
But this person has been in danger for a long time. At first glance, he is not very able to adapt to it. He feels that the flowers and plants around him are secretly killing the aircraft.
"Before leaving the cafeteria, the electricity is full, rest assured." He Zhiwen pressed his throat and gave the whispering Qiao Siqi a pill.
Qiao Siqi has been loved by zombies for a long time, and he still feels guilty. Although he is in the center of the team, he still looks left and right, so he is not vigilant.
It's rusty.
Qiao Siqi stopped suddenly and tightened his nerves.
"Wind." On Monday, Luli nudged him.
Joskey eased his breath and continued to move.
In front, is the elegant school hall.
The squad cannot cross in a straight line, but can only go to one side.
He Zhiwen chose the tree-lined path on the left. He first remotely controlled the aircraft above the woods to prevent the propeller from scratching the branches. After the zombies all entered the path, he continued to move forward.
It's rusty.
Qiao Siqi stopped again at the entrance of the tree-lined path.
Monday is impatient: "You have it all."
Qiao Siqi did not die this time: "There must be a problem."
The little friends in the back stopped because of them, but the little friends in the lead had already entered the path.
There is no shading in winter, but the interlaced shadows formed by the dry branches under the moonlight are even darker and deeper.
Song Fei followed Qi Yan and held his breath, taking every step very carefully.
The cold wind blew across the back, bringing a chill.
Song Fei suddenly felt empty behind him, and when he turned around, he saw that the second half of his comrades were already a few meters away.
Song Fei frowned, just wanted to beckon and urge, but his shoulder suddenly hit Qi Yan's back.
Qi Yan and the three Musketeers of the Sports Academy also stopped.
Don't wait for Song Fei to struggle to see whether he is looking forward or looking back. Zhao He has sprung up two zombies in front of him, throwing him together!
Zhao He kicked abruptly, throwing away the two zombies!
Fu Xiyuan and Wu Zhou reacted, immediately one by one, and stabbed with a knife!
Fu Xiyuan's boning knife stabbed the zombie's right eye, pierced into the depths, and reached his head. The zombie didn't even struggle, struggling to kill him.
Wuzhou's knife was so lucky that it only hurt the face of the zombie.
Qi Yan rushed over to make up the gun. It was too late, the face of the dark red blood of the zombies suddenly twisted, and a howl was made!
Little friends are familiar with this cry-it is calling for the same kind!
The friends blocking the entrance of the tree-lined trail looked at each other, and they no longer despised Qiao Siqi.
Qi Yan gave up the gun and went back to Wu Zhou directly: "Go out, climb the tree!"
There are trees on both sides of the tree-lined path, but this grove is gentle and gentle, and all it takes is the mood of picking leaves. The tree is short and slender, let alone Zhao He, Qiao Siqi can buckle.
The tacit understanding formed by the long-term side-by-side battle made the friends immediately understand the meaning of Qi Yan and spread out immediately.
The auditorium is surrounded by groves, but the trees closest to the auditorium are planted with tall trees, standing tall, sturdy and upright, three seasons a year, lush foliage, as if guarding the guards here, giving the hall a little more dignified and upright .
Fourteen friends, six trees.
He Zhiwen was still pulled up by the rope. Taking advantage of the gap between his comrades, he dropped the aircraft to the roof of the auditorium.
He Zhiwen When hanging in mid-air, the corpse soldiers came under the tree.
Dozens became dozens, unable to shake the big tree, jumped and bumped anxiously.
He Zhiwen was pulled off a shoe.
He is not wearing a Jordan limited edition, so he is not disappointed at all, even thankful that it was not his own leg that was stabbed.
As for the bare foot, He Zhiwen held the tree branch tightly in shock, and let his mother talk.
The lights in the hallway of the auditorium are lit from the floor glass of the main entrance, reflecting the face of Luo Geng on the nearest tree.
The led display on the door broke three months ago, so all the activities after that can only use the most original promotional banners.
For example, the red banner covering the led screen comes from Feng Qibai's college.
"Dancing Youth · Art Soul Stirring"-The Closing Ceremony of the 3rd Campus Culture and Arts Festival and the New Year Literary Performance of the School of Art.