Chapter 64: Victory is in Sight

Qi Yan nature is nothing wrong, the body times good, eat well, sweet, open a can of lunch meat to wipe out, slag are not left. Song Fei with what ask I dont know if the amount of exercise is not as big as he, two people divided a can, it is not hungry.

Compared with enough food, water is some stretched, three people only carry a bottle, Qi Yan has been drunk, Song Fei also left a bottom, how to ask the most economical, still left half, also dare not drink.

"Oh yes, I forgot to ask yesterday, where did you get the ping-pong ball?" When rearranging the backpack, Song Fei suddenly thought of it.

"There is a special table tennis room on this floor. When I rushed up yesterday, there were many zombies on this floor. Several times I didn't rush to the elevator, I hid there, and then I grabbed a pack."

"Alas, not only table tennis, they also have Internet cafes, every semester held a competition, but also invited us back to watch the battle, the name of the brother departments priority appreciation, no more immoral!" This hatred is not a day or two days, why ask often think, still inconsolable.

Song Fei has not witnessed the battle, but also knows that the computer school has such an enviable fine tradition: "You also make it, borrow a classroom, get a few notebooks a network, minutes."

"Others are computer school, electrical competition is also famous, we physics school engaged in electronic sports?"

Song Fei wanted to provide some constructive suggestions for the alumni of the physics department, but racking her brains did not come up with a professional counterpart: "Your school is really too serious, not good to play ah."

"Words can not be said," as a physics college students, their own college casually ridicule, but others can not criticize, "our college engaged in fixed pulley bearing competition, pulley innovation competition, falling objects shock absorption competition, which one is serious?" Which one doesn't sound eager to try?"

Song Fei: "..."

"It does sound interesting," Qi said.

He asked: "Right, right, I tell you that the fixed pulley bearing is the most powerful, last year there was a senior to do beautiful and super practical, the competition directly lifted a teacher in the courtyard!" If the pulley had not stuck and the teacher had been hanging in the air for almost an hour, he would have won the championship!"

Qi said, "... Why don't you just play esports?"

For a long time afterwards, he leaned against the corner of the wall and did not speak, sulking.

Qi Yan did not expect his casual sentence has so much power, originally was idle chat, but met a glass heart, how much a little sorry: "I take back my word, your college held those competitions are really set of knowledge and fun in one, in line with the spirit of contemporary college students..."

He asked music, quickly explained: "I am not with you awkward."

Qi said puzzled.

"Just a little miss the old days," He asked looked out of the window, the sun shone on his face, a bright light, "class, class, eat, do experiments, review, exam... I didn't feel anything at that time, but now I do."

Song Fei counted the days and smiled: "From the life you miss, only the past 20 days."

"Only twenty days?" What to ask the accident, suddenly lie on the table, looking at the ceiling, melancholy, "how to feel like twenty years."

In fact, Song Fei knows what to ask.

There is a saying that is very common, but appropriate - the happy time is always fleeting, the difficult time is always fleeting.

Once insipid life like water, now want to think, but full of thin quiet taste. Just, so stable, so young do not know worry, can it come back?

Three people miss the past, and worry about the comrades scattered elsewhere. Compared with their three clear goals, pointing to the radio, the four comrades who lured the enemy to the other two buildings were in a state of complete information interruption. Will they choose to stand and wait for their comrades to return to the rescue, or will they break through? Or out of objective conditions and the trust of their three comrades, like Zhao He safely withdrew to the canteen? No one knows.

It would certainly be best to withdraw to the canteen, but if not, then a minute of delay by the three of them in the building would be a minute more dangerous for the other four companions.

Thinking about this, the three friends made a bold decision to attack during the day.

Ten minutes later, the attack was aborted.

The only gain was that the three were moved from the seventh-floor classroom to the eighth-floor physics lab.

"They're just invincible during the day." Recall half a minute ago to take the life of the rush, Song Fei is still afraid.

"Leng is afraid of horizontal, horizontal is afraid of death, they see the attack does not hide, if we can do so, perhaps deer who will die." I run out of breath, but the fighting spirit endures.

"The question is can we not hide?" Song Fei angry want to kick him, this said is equal to not say!

Bickering for a long time, Song Fei just found that, no, this is the eighth floor, not to say that the seventh floor is above the computer institute, how to have a physics laboratory?

"There are too many people in our hospital and there is not enough space, so the dean discussed with the school and insisted on coming to the half floor." "But I also heard that it was like this when I entered the school."

Song Fei nodded, is to solve the confusion, this just found Qi Yan from coming in did not speak, look up, people are sitting in a laboratory table to play deep it.

Song Fei walked over curiously and found that he had opened a box of weights on the table, and was now staring intently at the metal weights of different sizes but all polished, thoughtfully.

Song Fei just want to ask what you want, see Qi Yan suddenly put weights out, a head into do not know from which to change out of the plastic bag, and received a table is not enough, a great ransack the whole laboratory posture.

What asked to see leng, for a long time to stop the reaction: "Hey hey, laboratory things can not touch, are public property." And how can we do experiments after you take it away?"

Song Fei pulled up his back collar and said, "I have fully felt your deep love for the School of physics, but the premise of doing experiments is not the completeness of experimental tools, but the life of the people doing experiments."

He Zhi asked hesitantly, but still unwilling: "But..."

Qi Yan stopped the action, lightly raised his eyelids: "If you are now a superhero, physical man, a battle brush thrown out is a knife, is it appropriate?"

Why do you ask: "No!"

Qi said: "What about weights?"

He Zhi asked: "Handsome!"

The change of mind was so huge and rapid that he even turned around and suggested to Song Fei with enthusiasm: "I will be the physical man, you also give yourself a cool name."

Every teenager has a superhero dream in his heart.

But --

Song Fei white he a glance, silently turn the beginning.

Qi Yan poured the last box of weights into a plastic bag and gently explained: "No, he is a black widow."

When the sun goes down, the moon begins to fall.

It was only six o 'clock in the evening, but the whole world was as dark as midnight.

Qi Yan poked his head slightly out of the lab and looked around in the thin light of the corridor.

The next second, a dozen ping-pong balls spilled to the right and raced right down the corridor with the initial speed!

Qi Yan quickly closed the door of the laboratory, listening only with his ears against the door panel.

Song Fei and He asked hold your breath, ready to wait.

Loud footsteps came from the left side of the corridor, ran quickly past the laboratory door and continued to the right.

Right now!

Qi Yan opened the door neatly and ran to the left without hesitation!

Song Fei and He asked immediately to keep up, and strive to make their running toe to the ground, the sound to the minimum!

I don't know if it is the lack of light at night, the temperature is lower, and the activity of zombies is also affected to a certain extent. The stairwell was cold and empty, and the three of them ran to the eleventh floor, only to see that the twelfth floor was on their heads before they met the first zombie.

It was an old man with silver hair and a thin figure, half of his face covered with dried blood clots, and the other half was relatively clean, faintly visible in life.

Usually such an old man is a professor returned to the school, although the three people are not students of each other, but to see the old man fall into such a state, the heart is very bad taste.

Three people here hesitate a little, there the zombie has pounced. Fortunately, the speed of zombies is not fast, which should be related to the age and physique before death. Qi Yan grip the mop gun, do not retreat and do not hide, such as zombies into the attack range is a shot!

Qi Yan's tactics are very simple, a shot will be against the fall, draw the gun to stab the head, Song Fei and he asked is ready to fill the knife.

Experience has proven this to be a very effective combat mode.

This time, however, he hit the iron.

Zombie in the moment to be stabbed in the sudden shape of a flash, escape Qi Yan attack does not say, actually raised his hand to hold the gun, a force, Qi Yan even people with a gun pulled in the past!

Qi Yan had a hunch at the moment the other side held the gun, and did a tough battle preparation, only to find the other side's strength is far greater than he imagined, and used very skillfully, not brute force, but with a certain rhythm that people can not resist, a hold a pull, Qi Yan unexpectedly no longer stand, directly staggered forward, fell into each other's arms!

Zombies have been expected in general, in the moment Qi Yan fell over without hesitation, a bite to each other's face!

At that moment, Qi Yan, who could not struggle to get out, lifted his hand and pushed the other side's jaw, giving himself two seconds to breathe!

In these two seconds, Song Fei's metal chopsticks have been straight to the temple of the zombie!

He asked the short knife also attacked the zombie face door!

Hold on for another 0.01 seconds, Song Fei's metal chopstick tip will be inserted into the temple of the zombie. But no, I can't hold on!

Qi Yan's hand is finally the zombie's head pressed down, and then the zombie head suddenly hung down, knock on Qi Yan goggles!

And this drop, just avoid Song Fei's chopsticks!

What to ask the knife or tie up, but originally to the face, now directly into the forehead, by the skull, froze not into.

Fortunately, Qi Yan, who loosened his hand, did not know when to draw a short knife from his waist and fill the temple of the zombie.

The zombie did not move, and hung heavily on his body.

Qi Yan put it down as gently as possible and leaned into the corner of the stairwell.

Although there is no danger, but after all, "there is a surprise", Song Fei puzzled, and asked with breath: "It is so old, and there is strength to control you?"

"You don't believe it," Qi said helplessly, "but it is really unusual, may have practiced."

Song Feijiong: "Computer school teachers can practice what?"

"Tai Chi." He asked the students for the various trends of the computer school is still quite understanding, "before the class came out to go in, always can see him practice in the downstairs open space, listen to the computer school students said, the old gentleman like when young, practice for decades."

Qi said: "..."

Song Fei: "This kind of information in advance!"

Although the other party has become a zombie, but when it from a simple "unknown zombie" into a "blood and flesh with the past mutation", three people go to see the body, the mood is more complicated.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yan stepped first and continued to walk upstairs.

Songfei and what to ask each other at a glance, quietly keep up.

Eleven floors and twelve floors are the conference rooms and teachers' offices of the School of Computer Science, usually fewer people than downstairs, when the accident is on weekends, it is almost all empty down. So until entering the 12th floor corridor, the three people did not meet a zombie.

This is certainly a good thing.

But too much of a good thing makes people uneasy.

The corridor was empty, and the three men crept along, holding their breath.

According to He Zhiwen, the teacher's office is at the end of the hall, opposite the stairs, and they have now reduced the distance from the office by a third.

The moon shone bright.

It was a fine evening.

The shadows of the three men were drawn long, as if to extend into the depths of darkness.

Passing by an empty sundry room, hesitating for two seconds, Qi Yan retreated back.

Song Fei he asked unknown so, leng in place.

Qi Yan carefully opened the door, the eyes are narrow and cluttered, but can be sure that there are no people or zombies.

Qi Yan took the lead in entering, and then signalled his comrades in arms with his eyes.

Song Fei probably understand the meaning of Qi Yan, pull also confused what to ask to hide in.

Qi Yan slowly closed the door, leaving only a gap for his arms to enter and exit, and then threw a ping-pong ball in the direction of the stairs they had come from.

The sound of a ping-pong ball is not big, but at the moment when everything is quiet, it is clear and loud.

Until the bouncing of ping-pong balls had almost completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, and scattered footsteps ran past the broom closet, not many of them, it sounded like three.

What ask also realized, this is the last time Qi Yan clear.

The teacher's office is close at hand, but the closer you get to success, the more sober you need to be, the more cautious you need to be - in a way, the people who can do this are eerily calm.

When the door opened into the corridor again, the three people all agreed to breathe, relax themselves, but also let themselves more calm.

After about a dozen steps, the three men finally arrived at the office door.

It was a solid wooden door without any visible glass. And the only two office Windows, both blocked the shutter, so tight that there is no space left.

Qi Yan held the door, gently pressed down, the wrist unconsciously forward force.

The door's unlocked!

Qi Yan heart move, the door has been easily opened under the thrust, everything in the office without cover, into view.

In the cold moonlight, most of the stations were empty, except for a figure sitting at a desk. He sat motionless in his chair with his back to the door, unable to tell whether it was "he" or "it" from the Angle of the door.

Song Fei with what to ask also saw.

There was a faint sound in the distant corridor, like footsteps or something else. Qi Yan no longer hesitate, ducked in, to Songfei and what to ask follow up, immediately close the door.

Click.

When the door was closed, Qi Yan left the lock.

Songfei and what to ask in the heart a tight, but also understand, so safe, at least can have no worries only to deal with the house this one.

However, the door locked did not let this one back, the small partners still feel the scalp tingling.

"Teacher?" He called tentatively, "Well, let's borrow the radio."

Qi Yan and Song Fei looked at him in surprise.

He asked gently nodded, the meaning is obvious - this is the radio master ah!

The person in the chair was bent back, like the head should be low to the table, smell the word suddenly slowly straight up the upper body.

The next second, the swivel chair suddenly moved, the creaking sound, the figure from the back to the door to face the door, and the friends finally saw his bloody face and do not know how long he had held in his arms the small black radio.

"I don't know what you think," Song Fei swallowed, "but I think he may not be willing to borrow..."