: Chapter 6

"What are you doing? What's the situation!" With a heart-piercing exclamation, the vice-principal's blessed body appeared smoothly in Xie Chi'an's sight.
Following Teacher Deng behind him, he saw the chaotic supermarket and the crowded crowd, and he was also stunned on the spot.
"Have you paid! Don't you pay for things? One by one, the little rascals turned upside down and left the money!" The vice-principal yelled in pain, but no one paid him any attention.
Liang Yifei muttered: "When are you still thinking about money..." At this time, money is just a pile of waste paper.
Xie Chian tilted his head to look at him: "Because what you rob is not yours."
The small supermarket was run by Mr. Deng, and the vice principal was Mr. Deng’s husband. Of course, I felt distressed.
Liang Yifei: "..." There was no answer.
Xie Chian watched for a long time, and when the crowd gradually dispersed, he did not leave.
"Brother Xie, don't you go?" Liang Yifei said, "There is no one inside."
From the angle they stood, they could see that all the people in the supermarket were gone, and only empty shelves stood there in silence.
It's really a storm, leaving no scum.
Xie Chian didn't move: "Wait."
I don't know what I'm waiting for.
In the supermarket, the looted students dispersed, and another was lying on the ground, dying.
Teacher Deng hurried over and squatted down: "Are you okay?"
The student raised his face, his mouth was full of blood.
There was a stampede just now, and this boy is the victim.
Teacher Deng exclaimed, just about to take out his mobile phone to call an ambulance, and realized that now the call cannot be made and the ambulance cannot get in.
"What to do, what to do." Teacher Deng wept in tears, "This kid is still so young..."
The boy opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, he opened his mouth for a long time, and dropped his head without saying anything.
Teacher Deng was stunned, and then let out a scream.
"What's your ghost name!" the vice principal said irritably.
"He, he is dead..."
"Die or die, are there few people who died today? Good death, I can be the principal if Zhang Jian is dead!" The vice principal paced back and forth, grabbing his bald head with irritation and facing him. The ransacked shelves thumped their chests, "Now what matters is who will pay for my loss! It's gone, it's gone!"
"What are you talking about?" Teacher Deng couldn't say anything. "When people die, do you still care about money and your position?"
"Otherwise, what do I care about?!" the vice principal roared.
Teacher Deng shook his head and took two steps back, seeming to be hit.
"Uh……"
I don't know where there was a low groan.
Teacher Deng followed the sound and found a student lying on his stomach behind the innermost shelf. He was slowly crawling forward, trying to reach a piece of bread that was forgotten in the corner.
There are also a few footprints on his white school uniform, but he has better luck than the other boy. He didn't hurt his muscles or his life, but he couldn't stand up.
Teacher Deng hurriedly helped him to a chair and sat down, picked up a bag of bread on the ground and handed it to him: "Are you okay? Take off your clothes and have a look."
The boy took off his school uniform jacket, the clothes inside were lifted up, his back was bruised.
"You have to go to the school doctor's room!" Teacher Deng exclaimed, "The school doctor is not here now...but the school doctor's room should still have some medicine for bruises. Wait a while, I'll get it for you."
The boy was silent, tearing open the bag of bread and gulping.
Tears came down while eating.
The vice-principal regained his senses at this moment, and strode over: "What do you give him bread? What do we eat if you give him?"
"Then you can't make students hungry..."
"Do these rascals save us some?!" the vice principal shouted, pointing to the shelf.
The boy flinched.
Teacher Deng was also annoyed, and her voice became high-pitched: "Is there you who are such a teacher!"
"What's the matter with the teacher? Should the teacher die for the students?" the vice principal shouted and pushed Teacher Deng a hand.
The boy sitting on the chair squeezed the bread hand tightly, wanted to get up, hissed again, frowning with pain.
The vice-principal didn't think it was enough, and wanted to fight again, but was blocked by a slender figure.
"Teacher, is it bad to hit people?"
Xie Chian stood in front of Teacher Deng, his tone was very polite, but his eyes were a bit cold.
"... Brother Xie!" Liang Yifei also hurried in.
"Xiao Xie?" Teacher Deng was taken aback when he saw the young man's back.
As the number one in the third grade of senior high school, the college entrance examination is most likely to hit the provincial champion and add honor to the school. Xie Chian has always had a lot of weight in the eyes of the teacher.
The vice-principal restrained a little, but was still angrily: "Xie, this is a matter between teachers, don't mix up."
Teacher Deng stopped talking and took out the key: "Forget it, Xiao Xie...There is still some stock in the warehouse. We can't be hungry."
She obviously didn't want to mention more about the family.
Although the vice-principal and Teacher Deng have been married for many years, their relationship is not good. Seeing the skill of the vice principal hitting people, it seems that even domestic violence is common...
As the saying goes, family ugliness cannot be publicized, and it is understandable that Teacher Deng does not want outsiders to read jokes. Xie Chian paused, and walked away.
The vice principal gave a cold snort.
Xie Chian knows the location of the supermarket warehouse. He once helped Teacher Deng move a few boxes of drinks into the warehouse...Yes, Xie Chian, who is like Gaoling's Flower, is such a helpful person.
The key to the warehouse was in the hands of Teacher Deng. She removed a shelf and several empty boxes, revealing a door. Teacher Deng inserted the key into the keyhole and opened the warehouse.
There is indeed some stock in it, but not much, enough for more than a dozen people for seven days.
Two thousand people... dream.
Xie Chian glanced at it and said solemnly: "Mr. Deng, don't let others know about this place."
This place spread out... not many people can live, but many people can die.
Xie Chian doesn't want any trouble with Teacher Deng.
Teacher Deng rarely saw Xie Chi'an with such a serious look, and the expression on this teenager's face was always inattentive.
The vice-principal interrupted and said, "It's up to you to say, I won't give a little bit of bastards!"
Xie Chian glanced at him, and the vice principal trembled and said nothing.
Why is this kid's eyes so terrible?
Xie Chian stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "If you can't see it, you can give it secretly. Don't be seen by others, and don't say you still have it."
Teacher Deng hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Xie Chian turned his head and asked the boy in the chair: "What is your name?"
The boy replied in a low voice: "...Tong Yihui, freshman." Before Xie Chian could say it, he consciously said, "Don't worry, I won't say it."
Tong Yihui raised his eyes, those eyes were like the name, and the starry eyes were brilliant and shining. With the undecided expression at this moment, like a trembling star, the light shone, beautiful and pure.
The original appearance is also enhanced by these eyes.
Xie Chian stared at those eyes for a while, and said to Liang Yifei, "Go back to the classroom."
"Xiao Xie." Teacher Deng stopped him, "You can get something to eat."
Xie Chian shook his head: "I have eaten."
Leave the food to those who need it more.
Xie Chian and Liang Yifei returned to the classroom. The classmates in the classroom saw that they were empty-handed, and their expressions were subtle for a moment.
If you remember correctly, Xie Chian and the others have not eaten two meals.
Xie Chian is always willing to help others and make good friends. But this kind of life and death, his good popularity does not work. No one gave him food anymore, and even speeded up his swallowing silently.
Moreover, many people in the classroom did not grab food.
Hungry and two meals are still within people's tolerance, but tomorrow... no one wants to think about it.
One day is one day.
Time is really too difficult.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Qingyun entered the classroom, looking tired. She announced in a hoarse voice: "The self-study is cancelled tonight, everyone, please go back to the dormitory. Turn off the lights early... Be safe."
Xie Chian noticed something strange in the last four words.
What happened at school?
Xie Chian was right.
When a normal person is only hungry for one or two meals, he can't make a murder, and the robbery has already exceeded the lower limit. But there are always people whose bottom line is lower than normal. The huge mental stress and food shortage in the coming days can easily make some people take risks.
When the first person died, things were out of control.
For the first time, the students did not cheer for not having to study late, and walked lifelessly on the road one by one, turning from humans into three major species-walking corpses, walking flesh, and wandering souls.
A total of eight people lived in the 502 bedroom, Xie Chian, Liang Yifei, Lin Chaowen, Zhang Ruifeng, Zhao Haojie, Qian Fu, Sun Quanyong and Zhou Yiyan.
Liang Yifei collapsed on the bed as soon as he went back to the bedroom, too tired to move, saying, "Finally, I can rest. Today is really a magical day, just like a dream. Alas, it feels so good to be lying down, just like returning home... …"
Isn't it? Everyone's nerves were tense for a day, and then they returned to the familiar dormitory and relaxed a little.
"……This is my bed."
Liang Yifei and Xie Chian are on the upper and lower bunks. Liang Yifei was in the upper bunk, but now he collapsed on Xie Chian's bed in large font.
"I am weak now and have no strength to climb up." Liang Yifei said weakly.
"..." Xie Chian took the washbasin and went to the bathroom at the end of the corridor to wash. The other people were still lying down on the bed, completely indifferent to washing their faces and brushing their teeth.
Xie Chian turned on the light in the bathroom, and it suddenly lit up. He put the basin in the sink, turned on the faucet, and the water came out.
There is no water or electricity cut, which is also good news.
Just as Xie Chian thought about it, the water on the faucet gradually disappeared. At the same time, the overhead light flickered and went out.
The whole building was dark.
Xie Chian: "..."
alright.
There was a burst of exclamation in the corridor.
"Damn, what's up? The power went out?" Zhang Ruifeng cursed.
"More than that." Xie Chian walked in from outside, "the water also stopped."
"..." There was silence.
This is really not good news.
"What should I do if the power goes out?" Zhao Haojie sat up, "sleeping?"
Lin Chaowen was speechless: "It's only half past seven, what do you sleep for?"
In the past, when the lights were turned off at nine o'clock, a group of people would still wave until 11 o'clock?
"What can you do?" Qian Fu mumbled.
Lin Chaowen took out his mobile phone to illuminate, and the dazzling light shone on everyone. When Xie Chian was photographed, his skin was scary white, standing there like a male ghost.
Lin Chaowen was taken aback: "Xie Chi'an, what are you doing there?"
Xie Chian: "The bed is occupied."
The single bed in the bedroom was already narrow, and Liang Yifei's posture was so bold, so there was no place for Xie Chian to stay.
Liang Yifei hurriedly moved around when he heard the words: "Thank you, brother, for asking."
Sun Quanyong suggested: "The atmosphere is just right after the power outage, why don't we tell ghost stories together?"
Sun Quanyong is as his name suggests, and he is full of courage. At this time, he can still put forward such bad ideas.
Zhang Ruifeng and Liang Yifei were going to resist instinctively. They both had close contact with the dead today, and another ghost story could scare them to death on the spot.
But the first objection turned out to be Zhou Yan.
"Don't, don't!" Zhou Yiyan shivered.
He was timid, thin, and not boyish at all, and was almost isolated in the dormitory.
The boys didn't deliberately target him, but Zhou Zhouyan's presence is too weak and easy to be ignored.
Xie Chian took care of him several times, and the boys didn't forget him. Zhou Yiyan took it to heart. Later, Xie Chian fell ill and was in bed. He sent a sentence in the dormitory group to help bring a meal and forgot the Aite people. As a result, he received seven copies of his roommate’s heart... Zhou Yiyan’s share was the most expensive and cost him three. Daily living expenses.
Very nice person.