Chapter 60: Contact Through the Wall

Above the sixth floor, below the seventh floor, stuck in the elevator car.

Song Fei sat on the ground, leaning against the wall of the box, he knew what to ask is opposite himself, the same position, but unless the phone lights up, otherwise nothing can be seen.

Two minutes ago, the emergency lights went off. According to He Zhiwen, the thing relies on the battery, which can support 20 to 30 minutes at most, and the phone time also clearly shows that 27 minutes have passed since the power was trapped.

The car without the emergency lights, there is only endless darkness, the kind of complete, almost can shut out the sense of the black. Song Fei even had to blink deliberately every once in a while to make sure her eyes were open.

"We can't get out." Huddled in a corner, feeling so close to death for the first time.

This kind of depression and despair is not suddenly produced, but over time, a little accumulation, from light to heavy, and finally pressure people almost suffocate.

Song Fei or the words: "Qi Yan will come."

In this half hour, in addition to several attempts to pry the door fruitless, the dialogue over and over is such two sentences, Rao is a good temper how to ask, but also anxious to cranky.

"Who gave you confidence? To come early, so far there is no movement, either run or go to find the radio, ready to run after finding. We have already checked the location of the office several times, so we can feel it with our eyes closed."

"No way." Song Fei is not excited, the tone is even light, but the hand that presses on the ground is unconsciously clenched.

"Nothing is absolute. In this situation, if you and I were outside, we would not be able to come back to save people." What to ask sighed, trying to calm his emotions, but also let Song Fei accept reality, "First of all, he does not know where our elevator stops, do you want to find it layer by layer?" Second of all, if he's really looking for us right now, why isn't he hearing anything? He wanted to make sure we were in there, didn't he have to shout and slap, just think?"

"As you said, he probably went to the radio first."

"I said look and run."

"You will save us when you find us."

"..." What to ask surrender, then lazy with Song Fei nonsense.

Although can not see the expression, but Songfei know what to ask by their anger. In fact, if there were other friends out there right now, he might not know. But that is Qi Yan ah, can risk being bitten by zombies or even hand sliding down the building of the risk of climbing up the fourth floor dormitory balcony to find him Qi Yan, who was refused twice compound requests... Uh, yeah, twice already.

Nima now regret not to have time ahhhhhhh!!

As the saying goes, one more two, one more three.

After that, Qi Yan seems to have never mentioned the meaning of compound, and now really will risk his life to save the ex-boyfriend who does not know which layer of the card?

What to ask the silence is dont want to be popular in the last stage of life, but Song Fei did not take advantage of the pursuit, but also silent down, let him some upset.

He did not know that Song Fei in the dark has completed a series of psychological changes such as violent pulling hair silently Shouting Yuan God beating his chest, and now he is sadly relying on the darkness, watching the small flames of hope in the fantasy gradually annihilate.

"Hey, why don't you talk?" What to ask anxiously take the mobile phone shook, was almost scared by the lifeless face, "What is your expression, not before where was bitten now ready to mutate?"

Song Fei looked at his comrades in the twilight, holding the last glimmer of hope and asked: "Suppose, I mean suppose, you have a good friend, the relationship between you two is particularly good, and then one day you break up with him." He didn't want to break up, asked for a settlement, you didn't agree, and punched each other in the face. When one day you meet danger, do you think this friend will still do anything for you?"

He Zhiwen quickly digested the story and finally shook his head: "If it is not true, I will not be so slag to my good friend."

"..." Song Fei swallowed a bit of saliva, difficult way, "What if, I am that what if?"

He Zhiask froze, sincere for a moment: "Your friend did not take your illness to kill you, is true love."

Song Fei completely collapsed, like a balloon with air. Even good character of what asked so say, heart high qi proud such as qi, probably really will not look back.

I think so. Rushing up to the 12th floor to find the radio and get out of it, it's a near-death hell mode, and then crazy people will go floor by floor to search for their ex-boyfriend and their buddy from the department that they've only known for a few days.

In five hours.

Song Fei has not been able to tell whether he is asleep or awake, his eyelids are very heavy, extremely tired, but consciousness is very awake, even spiritual. Two extremely contradictory states make the passage of time extremely painful.

"What time is it?" Suddenly the voices of his comrades rang out in the darkness.

Song Fei was stunned, he asked why he had fallen asleep, after all, in this closed dark environment, sleep is a relief.

Restart, the long-lost light let Song Fei squint eyes, a moment to see: "five minutes past zero."

"It's a new day." What to ask have a weak voice, can not hear the joy of welcoming the new.

The phone still has 70 percent power left.

Although the strength of domestic aircraft in terms of endurance is obvious to all, Song Fei still reluctant to use too fast. After seeing the time, he subconsciously wanted to shut down again, but in his heart, he clicked the album and went down until the photo of him and Qi Yan came into view.

Song Fei carefully put the photo open, two people on the screen, a grin, a depressed frown, giggling affectionately holding the frown neck, frowning seems to want to hide, but after all, no dodge, forced to leave the youthful image.

This is the only photo of him and Qi Yan in Song Fei's mobile phone.

The guy doesn't like to have his picture taken, let alone something so revealing. Every time you see someone on the Internet and out of pornographic photos or small movies, we should catch him in the past to carry out safety learning together, improve awareness, prevention. But Songfei belongs to the kind of death type that the more you don't let me do, the more I want to do, so in the journey of intimate selfies, repeatedly failed, repeatedly failed, and finally succeeded this time.

Qi Yan had taken advantage of his attention, secretly deleted this photo, but he did not know that he had already prepared a copy, so Qi Yan deleted the front foot, the back foot he did a mobile phone desktop with a photo. Qi Yan almost internal injury, also finally realized that the better gentleman does not make the villain, repeatedly not allowed to do the desktop is not allowed to show off when the screen saver with the third person, only acquiesce that he exists in the mobile phone.

This love let him talk, Song Fei has more than once thought, like a third party, as if the whole world is the need to avoid the main room.

"Are you all right? What to ask originally did not want to answer, but the face reflected in the light of the mobile phone screen, like to cry, a little scary, "I know I may not be the ideal partner, but who let catch up with it, I am stuck with you, want to change is too late."

Song Fei was amused by what he asked, and felt very incredible: "Before you still have a face of bitter hatred, how to come to this moment, but want to open?"

"I'll die crying and I'll die happy, so I'll be happy," he asked, imagining a bright future, "so that when our bodies are found, it won't be too ugly."

"You expect beauty to become a flower when it has become a corpse?"

"At least don't scare people."

"Two grinning corpses would be scarier!"

The pleasure of a brief quarrel is like a soap bubble, which pops and disappears as two people become quiet again.

Song Fei looked at the photos for a long time.

Just that one, left to right, right to left, top to bottom, bottom to top, over and over. Without exception, the eyes will fall on the depressed face at the end. He could not say what mood he was in, but just watching it, the whole person would be strangely calm.

Just like in the past, every time he made a big death, the man would add a sentence after the routine of "nothing, leave me to it." As long as Qi Yan said this sentence, no matter how difficult the situation, he will instantly feel at ease.

I wonder where that guy is now.

Song Fei's thoughts began to wander, the focus gradually blurred, the photo became speckled halo.

Still in the curia? Already escaped back to the canteen? Run to the other building and meet up with the other guys? Still, is it safe...

Meh.

The faintest sound came from above.

At first Song Fei did not pay attention, because the movement was too small to have any sense of reality.

However, the sound of fingernails gently tapping on the table is persistent, even listening carefully, with a certain rhythm - da, da, da. Da, da, da. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da.

The man tapped softly and carefully, and deliberately slowed down the percussion so that the beat, which should have been short and powerful, was evenly lengthened.

But the overall rhythm didn't change.

Song Fei suddenly wide eyes, is Qi Yan!

He subconsciously wanted to respond, but in the moment he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that the reason Qi Yan chose such a method was that he could not speak, or even make any louder sound than the current tap.

Song Fei difficult to suppress the inner excitement, Teng stand up!

He asked also heard this strange tapping sound, is confused the whole body tight, suddenly felt a gust of wind around. Before he could identify what the evil wind in the dark was, another set of fine taps sounded similar to the previous one, but with a different rhythm, length, frequency and speed.

And no longer blurred, as if it was ringing in this car --

Da da, da da, da da, da da, da da, da da, da da.

It's Songfei responding outside!

Aware of this, he asked suddenly excited, he took out the phone to turn on the phone, did not hesitate to turn on the flashlight, illuminate the car, sure enough, Song Fei already stood up, is stuck in the half open elevator door hard to look up!

The sound outside is coming from the upper floor door.

And Song Fei's tap was transmitted from the car door.

This sound transmitted through a solid is not easy to spread, but also can be heard by people close to the transmission object!

What to ask pulled the arm of La Songfei, when the other side turned back with mouth type ask, Qi Yan?

Song Fei nodded heavily, without hesitation!

There was another tap from above, this time more rapid than before, and it was clear that those outside heard the response. But after all, the interlayer door and the car door are not the same object, and the tiny sound is inevitably lost in the past, and the people outside should not be afraid to confirm, or confirm the orientation, so contact again.

Yes, in any case, this is a code communication!

Before this, he had always believed that Class 1 could survive, relying on 60% luck + 40% strength. On the strong physique, they are not as good as Zhao He Wu Zhou, on the careful mind, they are not as good as Huang Mo, eight people have a count of one, are the most ordinary students, even Qiaosiqi, Li Jingyu, the courage is lower than the average level of the flowers of the motherland.

But this is the eight people, stupid is to break into the supermarket, rob the express, occupy the canteen, can do can not do it. Who believes in luck?

Now, however, he is.

Do you think that clicking rhythm is a knock? No, that must be the legendary Morse Code!

A class that uses Morse code to communicate, a class that does its best not to give up any of its comrades, what reason not to win!

Perhaps, he asked hard to blink down the acid swollen eyes, pressure the fundus not to the upwelling heat, they really can escape! Not just out of this elevator, even out of this campus, this disaster!

Seventh floor, outside the elevator floor.

When I heard the response, Qi Yan's heart that had been hanging almost jumped out.

Find Song Fei, and the guy is safe, such recognition let Qi Yan ecstatic, and when Song Fei also with percussion response, this ecstasy and mixed with a few sweet.

He was just trying to make something that wouldn't annoy zombies, but would be audible to the people in the elevator, and solid sound was perfect. As for the rhythm can be recognized, and even reciprocated by the other side, completely out of his expectation.

Obviously just in a date dinner because waiting for a boring meal, casually told some of their childhood fun, and beat this drum with his finger on the table to prove it, I did not expect the other party to remember.

That heartless guy, he has a heart like that sometimes.

Qi Yan does not want to build happiness on such details, is not a struggle, is unable to control the mouth up - so occasionally to show off to the other half of the artistic career is still very necessary, even if it is only the primary school campus marching band drum player.