Chapter 83: Control

While the guests were shocked by the bomb, Qi Yan, Wu Zhou, Fu Xiyuan, Wang Qingyuan, Luo Geng immediately under the opponent's weapons, He asked, Li Jingyu and chemical thirteen lang reaction a little slower, but a see the action of five people, now understand, also have a sample.

The intruders seem to be holding their madness in one breath.

In fact, not all of them showed their weapons, some of them carried sharp weapons but did not take them in the end, it was hand-to-hand fighting, and some of them simply did not have weapons, all with a crazy spirit.

Now they're out of steam, most of them down. Like a puff of wind blowing out the lights, no longer ferocious, face as dead.

Song Fei looked at Qi Yan led his comrades to the intruders rushed to the corner, looking at the eyes of those people slowly squat, like three souls seven souls all pulled away, leaving only a wooden body.

They're not even desperate.

If you want to live, you are desperate, but they don't even have this emotion in their eyes.

Song Fei did not know whether the fierce battle just now had exhausted their last trace of thought, so there was nothing to support their bodies, let alone their will.

From the inside out, it collapsed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah -" The hostage in his arms suddenly broke free and rushed to Wang Shan in a frenzy!

The chemical league secretary who has been used to blowing up the bunker was scared silly, just like walking on the way to school suddenly met a madman, instinct was afraid, ran away, and even forgot to adjust the posture, while running also hold high the explosive bag!

The scene was so weird, it made everyone confused.

Song Fei was the first to react, and miso rushed out!

However, after all, one step too late, see the big crazy male students will catch up with the four physical indiligence Wang Shan, and even the outstretched hand has touched Wang Shan's back!

Pudong --

The chaser mysteriously lost his balance and fell forward with a crash, smashing his face into the marble floor!

Song Fei hurried to see half of the body has climbed out of the floor Qiaosiqi is tightly holding each other's calves. Light hug is not fun, after the other fell down without saying a word on the mouth hard bite up!

Completely crazy male students have no idea of pain, or compared to the face, the bite on the calf is completely negligible. But he had to get up, so he pushed his legs as hard as he could to kick anyone out of his way!

Song Fei a leg across each other's body, a buttock to sit on the back, face to the direction of Qiaoqi, hard to hold down the hands of his comrades: "Qiaoqi!"

Already burned with crazy almost Joe classmates smell speech a terrified, was then rushed over Lin Di Lei drag away.

Song Fei immediately turned 180 degrees with her butt as the axis, pulled each other's hair to lift his face, ruthfully ignored the other side's face that had been red with nose blood, and tried her best to yell: "Are you fucking crazy enough -"

"Enough motherfucker! I will drag you down even if I die!" The man spat blood on Song Fei's face.

Song Fei almost want to pick apart each other's brain circuit to see what the structure is: "No one wants you to die!" We don't want to die! Can you please put your IQ on the line and listen to us!!"

"Don't let me die, you take out the food, take it!!"

"Spam or mashed potatoes?"

Huang Mo ghost generally appeared beside the boys, one hand opened the lid of the tin, one hand filled with sweet small bowl.

No one knows when she came, as if Pangu had squatted there when the world opened, waiting for the call to appear.

She asked very gently, the boy heard very sci-fi.

Song Fei recovered, also let go of the hands with the hair, from the good flow to unload the backpack, turn out the remaining one and a half plastic bottles of water handed to the boy's face: "How about, drink two sips first?"

Silence, silence.

The preset scene and the actual situation are too large, and the boy with a nose bleed needs to restart the system.

The twenty-eight walking dead who were circled to the corner also dissipated the mad BUFF in such a divine turn and returned a trace of red and blue bars.

"Listen," Song Fei sank his voice, word by word, hard and powerful, both to the boys lying on the ground, but also to all the uninvited guests in the corner, "we are all classmates of a school, no, even if it is a stranger in society, this environment together, what we should think and do must be united and help each other live." We are not ready to dominate the canteen, but it is impossible to let you smash and loot, if you want to live well, you have to keep order here, share resources, and difficulties. We have to deal with the monsters outside, not the students, if there is anyone who wants to go dirty, then don't blame us. Be warned, we are not human, and we are afraid of ourselves."

"..."

"Do you hear me? Speak!"

"Have another bite."

"... Huang, can you wait for me to finish speaking before you feed him!"

Catz.

Kats. Kats.

Huang Mo did not feed the second mouth, the uninvited guests in the corner are still digesting Song Fei's declaration of order, the whole kitchen is in a kind of dusty quiet, so this crisp sound is more frightening.

Standing next to the Taiwan case Li Jingyu always feel the sound close at hand, after looking around suddenly bent over, looking at the Taiwan record.

A frail male student was holding a huge white radish there, chewing on it, swallowing so hard that he chewed the skin together.

From the remnants of the radish, he may have hid here after entering the house and began to eat, but just a fierce battle, here and this sound are not noticed.

"Ding Zhiyuan? " The little whale recognized a fellow member of the club.

The teenager was stunned, the radish took off, fell to the ground and rolled out a few circles. He did not notice it at all, only staring incredulously at the familiar face that suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he saw a miracle: "Li Jingyu?" "

Eyes suddenly red: "Xiao Ding!"

The boy cried out with a lump in his throat: "Lao Li --"

Perhaps the nature of literature is sentimental, full of romantic color, so a surprise reunion of students, is the interpretation of my underground party through hardships and hardships finally connected to the tearful scene.

The martial arts class and the chemical Thirteen were left to cry with each other under the stage, because they had more important things to do - distribute food to the uninvited guests.

Twenty-nine students were obviously very hungry, and after getting food and nothing else, they just gobbled it up. Friend or foe, good or evil, past or future, life or death, fuck it.

Individual students with a long reflex arc have not adapted to this sharp turn down the plot, stay there and dare not reach out to catch food. In their habitual thinking, to get food must be a death, and now that they are defeated, they should die, and the most merciful is to leave them there to die, how can they be subdue by force, and then be distributed food.

It's food, a non-renewable resource that you're crazy to share with someone, you know? !

Wu Sheng class and chemistry thirteen Lang see in the eyes, especially uncomfortable. The animosity of that terrible battle could not be dissipated in a moment, but it certainly could not be connected with the people like the refugees at hand.

Their behavior seems to be too different, but when the human spirit is tortured to the limit, driven to madness by hunger, it seems to do nothing strange.

One second cry, the next second laugh, one second evil as a ghost, the next second weak as an ant.

Human willpower in the face of disaster and desperation, brittle like a piece of paper.

Qi Yan went to three patients, gave the medicine to Lin Di Lei, the latter took warm water, feed three friends to eat the medicine. Zhao He as early as the first time swallowed anti-inflammatory drugs, now with Wu Zhou, Fu Xiyuan they keep to devour the uninvited guests.

Song Fei finally can rest, but suddenly thought of what, hurriedly caught Wang Shan secluded corner, solemnly asked: "You that bomb put here is not safe?" The trial version is so fierce that the official version will explode and we will not be allowed to fly with the canteen?"

"There is no official version." Wang Shan gave him a "young man, you are still too young" old eyes, "that is my model made of soil, really if it is filled with flammable and explosive materials, I can not live, a Mars can go to heaven."

"And your bomb..."

"They're all the miniature wrestling guns Hao Bin throws. Didn't you say it was more about intimidation than death?"

"But you can't have no weapons of mass destruction, in case you meet..."

"In case you encounter a place that needs a big explosion, take the sample package apart, pour the contents together, and blow up nowhere."

"..."

'How was it? Wang Shan's eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"Advance can attack, retreat can defend," Song Fei gratified pat his shoulder, "you have grown up."

"Song Fei." Huang Mo didn't know when to come.

Song Fei finally could not resist, and asked the question that had troubled him for a long time: "Are you walking without sound?"

Huang Mo smiled: "No, actually I have no feet at all."

Song Fei swallowed down the saliva, correct attitude: "Teacher Huang, something you speak."

"You go see if those two are finished crying on the counter, and if they are, ask Ding Chiyuan what the situation is, where they come from, and what they have been through."

"What if you don't finish crying?"

"Then interrupt them and ask Ding Chiyuan what's going on, where they're from and what they've been through."

"..."

Obviously just said the same thing twice in the same kind tone, why let him have a fear that he will be stabbed to death if he does not do it!!

Under the table, Lao Li and Xiao Ding are crying into a rabbit.

Song Fei with canned lunch meat into the time, two people are still pumping together, recall the past community happy.

With meat, everything is easy to say, for the Song Fei problem, Ding Chiyuan know all the words, the words are endless, even Song Fei did not ask a basket poured out.

Ding Chiyuan is a junior student of Li Jingyu for a year, but because he studied a year earlier and jumped a grade in primary school, no problem is three years younger than Li Jingyu, so it looks like a high school student.

According to him, they ran out of the dormitory. These 30 people, including him, are actually divided into two groups, one is from the boys' dormitory No. 5, and the other is No. 6. Among them, the School of Economics and Management and the School of Computer science account for the majority, and there are some other schools.

After a month of suffering, almost all the people in the dormitory were crazy, and those who were not crazy were nearly driven to death.

The long-term closed extreme environment makes them alienated from physical to psychological, every day there are jumping off buildings, or simply open the door to let the monster bite their own, but more or rob things. Some people rob, some people resist, so it is no longer people who rob, and those who are robbed also force Liang Shan.

Later, those who had been pushed to the end of the road could only talk about fleeing.

In fact, no one knows what it will be like to escape, but to stay is to die, so even if it is a lifeline, even if the end is still sinking to the bottom, they want to seize and fight to the death.

Ding Chiyuan do not understand the situation of the 6th building, but from the two floors hit it off and run together, encounter should be very different.

There were more than 50 people who broke through, but they were the only 30 who actually entered the canteen. Many people were tackled on the way, but Ding Zhiyuan could not tell who.

In the final analysis, they are a group of strangers in order to survive the temporary combination, not even familiar, let alone friendship and tacit understanding.

Had it not been for the sound of Luo Geng calling Lin Di Lei when they ran over, they might have rushed into the main door of the canteen with their heads covered.

In that case, it could have ended very differently.

"I don't know how these days have come," Ding Qiyuan's face flashed vaguely, as if he were remembering the hellish scene in the dormitory. "It's like a dream."

When Song Fei crawled out from under the table, the noise in the back kitchen had resumed.

Lin Di Lei is pulling Luo Geng check the black and blue on the arm, Qi Yan is kept in the obvious stability of some of the three patients.

It may be that the effect is fast, or it may be that the medicine itself has given some psychological suggestions to its comrades, but no matter what - Song Fei sucking his nose, pressing the heat under the eyes - this night's risk and death is worth it.

"Jilin, Liaoning and other places have gradually restored heating, Heilongjiang..."

The sound of the voice, even in the noise of more than fifty people is full of penetration.

It had been only a few hours since they had heard the radio - just before they left for the hospital, they had listened to the radio to cheer up their spirits, but now they heard it, it still felt like a long time ago.

The news wasn't much different than it had been a few hours earlier, and it certainly wasn't meant for him.

The tape recorder was standing in front of twenty-nine people and had been playing for an unknown amount of time. The news is wheeled back and forth, and twenty-nine people are wheeled back and forth. This kind of wheel is like a psychotherapist's hypnotic device, swinging back and forth, repeating, so that the patients' anxious nerves are slowly relaxed and smooth in this mechanical movement.

Huang Mo sat next to the radio recorder, both to guard the hope of life, but also to accompany the new students, from time to time in the news gap inserted two plain words, not sensational, not indifferent, a kind of just right nature, but inexplicable comfort.

The hunger gradually fades away, the reason slowly returns.

A few students have been crying, with incredible surprise, with the fear of narrowly escaping death, or, there are those who can not tell the unbearable.

Song Fei does not know how many times this is lucky to leave the dormitory early.

If he is still stuck at 440, is he driven crazy like these people?

'It was like a dream,' Mr. Ding said.

Song Fei would like these people to all that as a dream.

No matter how painful and dark the dream, now wake up, open your eyes, you can see the light sneaking in from behind the curtain.