Chapter 37: Eschatology

At 11:30 in the night, the four people who had fallen asleep completely carried the same small backpack that they bought in the afternoon, brought what they thought was useful and would not foul, and took a taxi to the Yellow River Inlet Scenic Area. The scenic spot is naturally closed for a long time, and no strangers are allowed to enter. The ticket office is empty, and only the dead leaves on the ground are rustling in the night breeze.
The four found a hidden corner, waiting for the arrival of twelve.
The location of the coordinate point is at the ticket office of the scenic spot, so this time they are seriously stepping on the point.
But precisely because this is the coordinate point, until 11:50 did not see any "peer" appearance, so the four people unavoidably whispered.
"Couldn't we find the wrong place?" Qian Ai looked around to himself, "Or did the other teams hide in the dark?"
"Don't bother, if you really want to hide, can you find it?" Xu Wang rubbed his sore eyes and fell from dormancy, he was alert to look around, it's been twenty minutes, except for the darkness under the moonlight The flowers and trees of the light have no figure.
Kuang Jinxin thought about it for a moment and speculated: "Will it be when we were in the endless sea yesterday that other qualified teams have already come to break through this level, and then failed the hind legs and made progress forward, so today is left we?"
Qian Ai looked at his teammates: "I found out that you don't think about everything better, you think about everything better ..."
Wu Sheng raised his eyes and looked deep into the scenic spot: "The intersection point of this pass is in the hospital. If the coordinate is the hospital, then there is no need to work hard to get out of the encirclement ..."
Xu Wang heard a foreign voice of his words: "You mean, other teams are likely to find a place closer to the hospital and wait for the zero point? For example, in the scenic spot?"
"Or what they think is closer to the hospital." Wu Sheng said solemnly.
Xu looked at it. Mao Qiping said that the city map in 3/23 is fixed, but the actual coordinates corresponding to this map are fine-tuned every day. It may be a translation, or it may be a clockwise or counterclockwise angle, so even The teams that have crossed this level before, based on memory, can't be 100% accurate.
However, those who have experience should always use it. Only if they are astonished as they are, and there is no 3/23 experience to refer to, they will naturally assume the coordinates of .
and many more.
If there are really no other teams around here ... would n’t it be the veterans who will make it through tonight, just their new team? !
"Goo—"
At 0:00, the owl's voice was desolate.
The four seemed to board a plane-jumping machine. After the heart was about to fly out of the body and fell down very fast, it fell on a cold ceramic floor tile.
The dim light shone down, and the cold light was reflected on the floor tiles. The air was filled with the smell of disinfection water, and there was a sense of suppression.
The high degree of vigilance brought by the "SCUD Zombie" made the four dare not delay, almost bounced up on the ground and looked at the surrounding environment nervously.
Fortunately, this is a place that can be read at a glance.
Male toilet.
"This refresh point is really ..." Qian Ai looked at the urinal and couldn't find a suitable description language.
"Don't pick fat and thin," Xu Wang comforted his teammates. "At least there are no zombies here, and the environment is kind."
"Isn't it said that there are weapons?" Wu Sheng didn't mind the place of appearance, and there was no audience anyway. In contrast, he cared more about the actual things.
"Will ..." Kuang Jinxin reached out to the door of the innermost compartment, "What are those?"
The three looked up and immediately understood why Kang Jinxin was hesitant.
I saw in front of the door of the innermost compartment, also the deepest part of the toilet, four square metal boxes were placed in order from bottom to top, and the silver-white box was carved with retro patterns, each of which had almost seven Eighty centimeters high, so the one that fell on the top almost reached the ceiling.
"Is this a weapon or a holy cloth ..." Xu Wang looked up, with considerable pressure.
But as the captain, he was the first to walk in front of the box, squat down to pick the watermelon, and knocked the wall of the box twice. In fact, I ca n’t hear any clues. I just felt like a psychological comfort. When the knocking sound dissipated, nothing strange happened, so I reached out directly and gently dialed the vertical metal sheet on the top of the box wall horizontal.
The box wall is actually the box door. The hinge is on the bottom side, and the remaining three sides are not connected to the box body, so the metal piece blocked in the upper part is pulled away, and the box door falls down to Xu Wang. , Revealing the true contents of the objects inside.
An electric shaver.
"..." Xu Wang stretched out his hand to prevent himself from squatting.
Just give him a razor for a half-meter box? !
Do n’t know if the packaging is environmentally friendly! ! !
"Captain?" The mouth of the box was blocked by Xu Wang's figure. The three partners could not see the things inside, only to see that he suddenly stopped moving, and Kang Jinxin voiced a bit worriedly.
"It's okay," Captain Xu waved his hands to his partners, then picked up the razor and got up into the open compartment beside him. "You keep unpacking, and I will calm down."
The three teammates no longer speak. They all saw the razor in the captain's hand and knew that what the captain needed most at this time was not "chat" but "quietness".
Confirming each other's eyes, Qian Ai set off for the second time.
He was tall, his arms were long, and he simply climbed up to the door of the compartment and opened the top metal box.
Clap.
The wall of the box fell, and the scenery inside was exactly the same as Captain Xu's-a screwdriver.
Qian Ai was already mentally prepared and calmly took the screwdriver and jumped off the compartment door.
I wonder if the bearing capacity reached the limit, as he fell to the ground, the compartment door suddenly "clicked" and leaned down. Qian Ai stood stunned for two seconds, realizing the meaning of this weapon.
Turn back, straighten the door, and retighten the screws.
The picture was so beautiful that the two remaining teammates couldn't bear to look at it and refocused their attention on the box.
"Brother Sheng, you first." Kang Jinxin doesn't like to make choices. It's best if his teammates are all picked, and leave him one.
Wu Sheng shrugged, walked over and picked the second box from the top, reached a little on tiptoe, and just touched the top edge of the box, gently flicked it, and the box wall fell.
A ... machete?
Wu Sheng reached out and touched it to see clearly that it was not a scimitar but a sickle, but the shape of the blade was very exaggerated, the wooden handle was only 30 to 40 centimeters, but the blade was almost 80 centimeters long The arc is extremely large, from the width where it is connected to the wooden handle, the arc is narrowed down a little, and to the end, it is sharp and sharp.
This top-heavy sickle is not easy to hold at all. What's even more incredible is that there is a circle of protrusions on the wooden handle that people hold, like a bamboo.
Wu Sheng frowned, stepped back two steps, opened the space, and waved his sickle forward.
He intended to try it. How did it feel? Unexpectedly, when the knife was swung out, the tip of the knife was firmly tied to the bottom of the box he just opened.
"Boom--" There was a metallic sound.
The arms that could no longer be swung down due to obstruction at the bottom of the box were numb.
Wu Sheng maintained his posture of wielding a sickle and settled there in amazement.
He had opened enough space, and it was theoretically impossible to cut the box, but the moment he swayed hard, the wooden handle became longer.
Qian Ai, who hid in the toilet cubicle in an emergency, leaned out of the door frame and leaned out of the head, beating heartily, but daring not to shout loudly. -"
The complaint of his teammates brought Wu Sheng back to his mind. He withdrew the foreign "telescopic sickle" and tried to retract the wooden handle, but he could not push it back.
The knife head and the handle are now balanced, and the protrusions on the wooden handle have disappeared and smoothed, but it is more inconvenient to hold. It cannot be held horizontally like a spear-because it is light-weight and not like a knife Don't look like that or carry it-too big.
That's right, Wu Sheng can only carry the wooden handle on his shoulder and let the knife head hang behind him.
He is carrying it, but this weapon is simply synonymous with "extremely inconvenient to use"? !
"Good-looking ..." In the other compartment, Captain Xu leaned out of the twinkling eyes.
Wu Jun, carrying a sickle, froze: "Ah?"
"Like a sickle of death, it's a special wind." The last half of the sentence "death is also pretty", was detained by Captain Xu in the bottom of my heart, and I remembered it myself.
"Are you sure?" Wu Junshi disgusted in his mouth, but the body carrying the sickle turned around in a circle, showing the shape in 360 degrees.
"Okay, stop scratching us." Qian Ai looked at the sickle and felt scalp numb, and felt unsafe across a meter. "Slightly, take your weapon--"
Time is precious, and Wu Junshi has no choice but to end his turn, making room for his teammates sideways.
There was only one box left, and Kuang Jinxin came to open it directly.
A bulging white plastic bag, like a takeaway.
Kang Jinxin untied the plastic bag tied into a slipknot.
A pocket of colorful, sugar-like translucent balls, the size of a ping pong ball, with a smooth and clear surface, pinched by hand, moderately soft and hard, similar to the feel of a rubber skin.
The three partners came together to watch, pinch, and smell.
Qian Ai: "Bouncing ball?"
Wu Sheng: "You better dispel the idea of ​​throwing to the ground."
Xu Wang looked at his military division: "Have you found something?"
Wu Sheng insisted: "The taste of gunpowder."
Qian Ai quickly put the ball back in the plastic bag, fearing it would explode a second later.
Xu Wang smelled Xiaoqiu again, and with Wu Sheng's reminder, he seemed to really smell a bit of firecrackers. But usually the firecrackers are going to be fried before the taste is strong. Wu Sheng can also distinguish such a light smell. How can it be done?
Seeing his doubts, Wu Sheng took the initiative to solve the puzzle: "The fireworks were demolished when I was a kid, and this is the taste."
"The fireworks are set," Xu Wang looked at him inexplicably. "Why do you want to tear it down?"
Wu Sheng said: "Study the structure inside."
Xu Wang: "..."
"So this is a pocket mini bomb ball ?!" Qian Ai looked at his teammate's pocket "heavy gunpowder", and then looked at his "screwdriver". Sadly, he came from a teammate who fought together. Should we treat them differently ! ! !
"Shave a beard to calm down," Captain Xu delivered the electric razor to his teammates, holding them tightly. "I just tried it, it works."
Faced with the injustice of fate, you must have a peaceful state of mind of the Buddha system, and you can't just focus on your own Buddha, you have to lead the team members together. "Captain Xu's League Building Manual"
Beijing time 00:13
After coming out of the bathroom, the four finally understood why they had never met the zombies.
This is a fully enclosed shopping mall, with tightly locked entrances and exits, and security guards patrolling nervously and orderly on all floors. Customers or asylum seekers have concentrated on the first floor of the mall. From the messy floor coverings, they have been hiding here for a short time.
The four asylum seekers who sat and lay across the floor came to the revolving door.
The tall revolving door has been resisted, and there is no way to push it no matter inside or outside. The side doors on both sides are tightly closed, and the lock should be locked, but the door handle is still chained with double insurance.
The mall clock shows that it is now 18:13 pm.
Outside the mall is a pedestrian street. Through the glass, you can see the shops across the street. The facades have different styles, or fresh and elegant, or trendy, or pragmatic. There are flower shops, food, coffee shops, clothing, and a family. One family, one house after another, it is not difficult to imagine the liveliness and bustle of the past.
But now, it's messy.
The store door was knocked open, the glass was shattered, the bench was slanted, the rain shed collapsed, the wall was splattered with blood, and the limb was lying on the ground. There were no living people and no zombies, and the whole street was empty.
It was a sunny evening without any clouds, and the sunset sprinkled its light as much as possible, dyeing the streets of this eschatology with a warm filter.