Chapter 84: And see

Song Fei joined Huang Mo's ear and briefly recounted the situation asked from Ding Zhiyuan. He suppressed his voice very low and was covered by radio broadcasts, so the twenty-nine people on the opposite side basically didn't want to hear a few words.
But even in this way, he was still not at ease. While talking, Yu Guang aimed at the uninvited guests. I was afraid that half of it would cause someone to rush out and make trouble.
After the report, Huang Mo nodded his head and made it clear.
Huang Mo had a count in his heart, and Song Fei's heart fell to the ground. If he couldn't see the guest of speed again, it wouldn't be Yu Guang, but turned his face directly to them, face to face, bright and fair.
"Hey, those triangle eyes, you always peek at me for what you do. It's good that I didn't ask you to settle the account when I hit the freezer. You dare to disagree with seven of them!"
"Ah?" Was arrested by a current student with triangular eyes, "What freezer?" He was just curious about what these two people were whispering, and he unknowingly glanced at two eyes, how come a freezer was born?
Song Fei looked disgusted: "Don't pretend, Qiao Siqi has identified, it is you who smashed the glass freezer!"
"How is it possible," the consternation and innocence in the eyes of the students of Triangle Eyes are so sincere, "I have no impression at all ..."
"Ha," Song Fei sniffed, "So what do you think of?"
"I remember I ran outside the dormitory and then listened to the radio here, really."
"......" Song Fei saw more of the dumping pot, but it was the first time to see such a simple and rough dumping.
This classmate with amnesia, you won!
"Hey, the man with big waist and round waist, you can lower your head to the bottom of the ground, and I can recognize the back of your head. The question you just stabbed just now, I will remember it for you."
Strong classmates who tried hard to hide in the crowd were shot violently by this false accusation: "Fuck, my mother didn't stab me!"
Song Fei also raised his eyebrows: "Do you still want to poke?"
The male student ’s momentum weakened instantly in his guilty conscience, and the tiger ’s back and waist were n’t consciously sloppy, but he was still muttering: "I did n’t know how I had cut my sword at the time, my brain was blank, but then I stabbed down His hands were shaking, or did you think he could have a chance to block the flour bag? "
"This is the point. Is flour still punished by you, can you still eat it? It is more unforgivable than stabbing!"
"Song Fei ..." A gentle call from Classmate He came not far away.
"Ah," Song Fei, an excited spirit, turned his head weakly and looked at each other, "Xiao He, huh, huh, you too."
"Yeah," He Zhiwen spread his hand and kept smiling, "This is really a sad story."
"That, you, sit down!" Shrinking his neck, Song Fei ended this dangerous topic.
The male student with his back on his back sits in confusion and continues to struggle with the balance of flour and human life. The successive encounters have basically destroyed his value system. When I listened to the broadcast, I rebuilt it a little bit. Now, Song Fei has stirred it up and collapsed into ruins again.
Huang Mo Renjun can't help but pull up the sleeves of Song Fei: "OK."
Song Fei sat down for a long time before sitting down, quite unconscious, and murmured with Huang Mo: "If you don't scare you, I won't worry."
"It should not be a problem at this stage."
Song Fei knew that the lower the tone of Huang Mo's tone, the better the explanation, but: "At this stage?"
Huang Mo pondered for a moment before he nodded his head: "Well, there is food and news."
"Eat ... will always finish." The reality that no one wants to face is optimistic, like Song Fei, but also very difficult.
Huang Mo couldn't help smiling: "Then I can only watch it until that day."
Yeah, in this case, if you can live well now, it will be fatal. As for the future, take a step by step.
Song Fei shook his head and successfully lost his gloomy outlook on the way forward, but he brought back the unbearable memory of the past: "You said, if we met Yu Zisheng in the supermarket, we could fight like this today, yes Not everything behind will be different. "
"There is no such thing." Huang Mo's eyes looked at Song Fei softly. "As long as Yu Zisheng does not start first, you will never be desperate with your classmates. And if you step back, you only had six people at that time. Fighting experience is far inferior to the present. If you really start, you will be outnumbered and you will definitely die. "
"So it's right to leave the supermarket," Song Fei exaggerated his white teeth, "We only have a chance to be who we are now."
Huang Mo smiled: "Well, reborn, fight against Buddha."
Looking back at the 29 uninvited guests, Song Fei felt the need to let them know: "Tell you, no one thinks of crooked ideas again, we no longer only use fruit knives folding knives utility knives Swiss knives scissors sushi Gun Korean chopsticks gossip fan military body punched the zombies soft waxy white rabbit! "
Twenty-nine students: "..."
What the is this damn! ! !
The report was reported, the intimidation threatened, and Song Feigong retired.
"Oh yes," Huang Mo pulled him to get up and told the last sentence, "Tell johns that everyone is sick, so don't always worry about fighting on the front line."
Song Feile made a noise, knowing that Huang Mo was talking about the fact that Qiao did not forget the killer in the freezer: "Yes, I advise."
Say goodbye to Huang Mo, Song Fei and the little bee like a bee took the whole kitchen, and passed the information from Ding Shiyuan to the friends from all over the world, and finally fell back to Qi Yan.
Even though he fell back, he still checked the status of the three comrades in the disease, and then picked up his clothes with a grin, and asked Qi Yan to help him look at the pinholes on his back.
"Last is over?" Qi Yan's eyes never left Song Fei, and he felt distressed and tired, and finally became sullen.
"I can't stabilize the fruits of victory."
"Is it stable now?"
"Absolutely stable. I dare to guarantee that our fancy corpse corpse image has left an indelible shadow in their minds-Big brother !!!
"Not a handsome guy?"
"The handsome guy hurts too! What did you wipe me for!"
"alcohol."
"You brought back alcohol ... No, I really feel like concentrated sulfuric acid!"
"The needle is too thick, the needle is too large, and the alcohol will flow in, which will inevitably tingle."
"Do you have to use such a cold tone to make such a brutal and detailed description ..." Song Fei burst into tears. "I've been out of luck tonight, hitting the glass and getting stuck, who can be worse than me!"
Qi Yan sighed, helped him to put his clothes down gently, and took him into his arms from the back. It was gentle and helpless: "When you do anything in the future, can you not be impulsive, think more, do not think twice, just think about it. . "
This is not the first time that Qi Yan said that he was frizzy, but it did have the calmest tone, the lowest posture, and the warmest hug.
Song Fei's thorns became noodles, and his bad temper turned into a water.
"No impulse, think more," Song Fei murmured softly, "Like you?"
Qi Yan always felt that something was wrong, but he could n’t find it at the moment, so he could only respond cautiously:
Well.

Song Fei turned his head and raised his eyebrows lightly, smiling unwillingly: "I am like you, why should you?"
"..." He knew there were pits in it!
Qi Yan and Song Fei rarely have such a "happy time".
However, good things are always as short as Baiju's gap.
One of the three friends in "Qi Yan ..." disease, and also the most energetic Qiao student from start to finish, made a weak call.
Maintaining the position of embracing bf, Qi Yan frowned and looked at the comrades lying next to him: "Why are you not asleep yet?"
Qiao Siqi took a bite of old blood, and suddenly felt worse, "I don't know ... I'm getting more and more sleepy and confused, but I can't sleep ... I can't survive it, wooh ..."
Song Fei broke away from Qi Yan, and quickly got close to Qiao Siqi to comfort: "It's normal to take medicine and be sleepy. All you have to do now is don't think about anything and feel the daybreak. Believe me, tomorrow when the sun comes out, you There will be a tiger! "
"Really?" Joskey shuddered with a crying voice, and he could really be afraid.
Song Fei took a deep breath, one by one: "Really."
Qiao Siqi: "Woo, I don't believe ..."
"..." If it is not serious, this kind of comrades who have slots from head to toe have no reason to escape fat beat! ! !
"If you really don't think so," Qi Yan suddenly said, "Just hang the bottle."
Qiao Siqi froze.
Song Fei was also a little confused: "You also brought back the infusion bottle?"
Qi Yan nodded, and at the same time took Qiao Siqi's hand, began to rub the blood vessels of the back of his hand.
Qiao Siqi even forgot to cry and asked tremblingly, "You, will you infusion?"
"No," Qi Yan didn't think about it, "but I haven't eaten pork before and I've seen pigs run. I just look for the veins and veins. At first, I might not be able to grasp my strength and easily puncture the walls of the blood vessels, but if I don't do it at once, I'll do more. Second, as long as there is blood returning from the infusion tube, it proves to be stuck in the blood vessel. "
"..."
"But why can't you see the blood vessels clearly on the back of your hand."
"Will it be your skill ..."
"Don't forget the back of the hand, let's change the wrist. Here the skin is the thinnest, the blood vessels are the clearest, you can see the needle clearly through the epidermis, so those who commit suicide like to cut their wrists ... "
"Qi Ge!" Qiao Siqi suddenly called out with full of gas, pulling his hand from Qi Yan's devil's claws and hiding it deep in the quilt. "The medicine you got back seems to be working, I'm not so cold. Now, my physical strength is back, I feel I can live another 500 years! "
Qi Yan nodded approvingly: "Come on."
Qiao Siqi closed his eyes hard: "Good night!"
Qi Yan didn't bring back any infusion bottle at all. This was Song Fei's reaction after Qiao Siqi began to snore.
Qi Yanxue is broken, and he is sliding a little bit into the shameless abyss under his eyelids. Song Fei did not know whether to mourn the passing of an upright youth, or to welcome the arrival of Song Fei II.
But the problem is that he did not let Qi Yan learn him!
Want people to learn, such as Qi Yan asked him to think more about things, and will always fail.
Don't want people to learn, such as the "flash point" on his body, Qi Yan is self-taught.
Old sayings are indeed truths-learning is easy, learning is bad!
Da da da……
咣 ……
"what……"
Bump ...
I do n’t know where the thieves slipped in, and they sent messy and noisy together.
That sound is so far away that it doesn't sound too realistic.
But all the sober people in the back kitchen heard it, and the lighter the sound, the more the heart hung up.
At first the little friends looked out from the gap of the blinds, but they found nothing.
Fortunately, when Wusheng Class 1 first came to the cafeteria, the ropes left by Song Fei and the small mine that broke into the roof by mistake were still there. Although the end only stayed in the middle of the Korean food and kitchen windows of Class 2, but Class 2 frequently went back and forth At the first floor, the rope was lengthened with the assistance of the first class. Usually to prevent zombies from climbing, the second half of the rope will be taken back to the window after use. If people like this are on the first floor , The end of the rope will be tied with a heavy object and thrown back, when you use it, you will use a long gun to hook it out.
The night was deep, and the zombies outside the window had already dispersed.
Qi Yan hooked the rope, climbed the roof smoothly, and quickly put the rope back, the hustle and bustle in the distance was still there.
That is the direction of the west quarter of the dormitory. At a certain distance, it cannot be seen. It can only be vaguely recognized that many people are running. Under the moonlight, the shadow of the escape army was stretched very long.
Qi Yan's dormitory, including this cafeteria, supermarket and other living areas, belongs to the eastern area in a large scale, and it is also the area where most undergraduate students are concentrated. The Western District is dominated by graduate students, and also lives with students from the School of International Education and the School of Continuing Education, as well as a handful of undergraduates from other departments in the Western District who are unfortunately assigned to the Western District due to their full capacity.
There is no student cafeteria in the Western District, but there is a gardener restaurant and a dumpling restaurant.
The gardener restaurant is called the restaurant. It is actually a canteen. It has two floors. The scale is about one-third of the main canteen where they are. The same window swipes to eat. It is no different from this. Therefore, the main consumer is still the students in the Western District. They tend to be a little red from Wan Lv.
The Dumpling House is the only commercial catering facade on the campus. It covers an area of ​​not small. In addition to dumplings, it also takes care of fine private kitchens. It is said that the school has never allowed commercial catering to enter. In the end it stands out.
The distance between the east and west areas is not too far, but it is not very close, so unless you think of the main cafeteria to eat special features, students in the west area rarely come here to eat.
Including now, the direction of their escape is also the gardener restaurant.
So Qi Yan could only watch them farther and farther, until even the shadow disappeared at the end of the hustle and bustle.
"Western District?"
"Yeah," Qi Yan still had a cool air on his body, "Run to the gardener restaurant, it is estimated that it is similar to our situation."
"There are also many people in the West End," Lin Dilei sighed. "The cafeteria is not as big as ours, and the situation will only get worse."
"Fuck, I still want to go there if I can't do it," Wu Zhou looked desperate, "It seems to be no drama."
"When will the soldiers come?"
"Uncle policeman too ..."
My friends, you said one thing, there were more complaints, less dry goods, and I did n’t talk about it.
The current dilemma seems to be an unsolved question, and I can't answer it correctly.
In the end, Huang Mo, who has been quiet, said, since there is no mistake, then it should be nourishing and restoring, rest and rest, and wait for everyone to be alive and well, no matter how difficult the Kaner we can pass, no matter how difficult the road, we also have a smooth road .
My friends do n’t know where Huang Mo came to be confident, but inexplicably infected by this kind of confidence.
Song Fei's self-confidence is like Coke, it tastes refreshing, but occasionally you are hiccupped by carbonated water, and you want to slap it. But Huang Mo's self-confidence is like tea, fragrant, sweet aftertaste, low-key luxury has connotation, mysterious and elegant.