Zombie University

More than the sixth floor, the seventh floor is not full, stuck in the elevator car halfway. (Fiction)

Song Fei was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of the box. He knew He Zhiwen was opposite him, in the same posture, but unless the phone was lit, nothing could be seen.

Two minutes ago, the emergency light went out. According to He Zhiwen, the thing relies on the battery, which supports up to twenty or thirty minutes, and the phone time clearly shows that twenty-seven minutes have passed since the power was trapped.

The car without emergency lights, leaving only endless darkness, is the kind of thorough blackness that can almost shut off the senses. Song Fei even deliberately blinked his eyelids after a while to be sure that he was open.

"We can't get out." He Zhi asked in the corner, feeling for the first time that he was so close to death.

This repression and despair did not happen suddenly, but accumulated a little bit over time, from light to heavy, and finally suffocated people.

Song Fei still said that: "Qi Yan will come."

In these half an hour, apart from several attempts to pry the door to no avail, the conversation that was tossed and turned was just these two sentences. The question of why Rao was a good temper was also anxious.

"Who gives you self-confidence? You have to come early, and there is no movement until now. Either you ran or you went to the radio. When you were ready, you ran. Anyway, we have confirmed the office location several times in advance, and we can touch it with our eyes closed. "

"Impossible." Song Fei was not excited, his tone was even faint, but his hands on the ground were clenched unconsciously.

"Everything is everything. There is no absolute for this situation. If you and I are outside, it is impossible to come back to save people." He Zhiwen sighed, trying to calm down his emotions, and let Song Fei accept the reality. "First of all, he did not know Which floor does our elevator stop on, do we still have to find it one by one? Secondly, if he is really looking for us now, why ca n’t he hear any sound? He wants to determine if we are inside, do n’t shout, beat, rely on Idea? "

"You also said that he might go to the radio first."

"I'm talking about running after finding it."

"Surely save us after the search."

"..." He Zhiwen surrendered, and then too lazy to talk nonsense with Song Fei.

Although he can't see his expression, Song Fei knows that He Zhiwen is mad at himself. In fact, if there are other friends outside now, he may not have bottom. But that was Qi Yan. He could climb the balcony of the fourth-floor dormitory without any risk of being gnawed by zombies or even sliding down the building to find his Qi Yan. The Qi who refused two compound requests in succession ... Uh, right , Has already refused twice.

Nima now regrets that it is too late! ! !

As the saying goes, again and again and no longer.

After that, Qi Yan did n’t seem to mention the meaning of compounding anymore. Now he will still risk his life to rescue his ex-boyfriend who does n’t even know what level he is stuck in?

He Zhiwen ’s silence did not want to be spitted by the popularity in the final stage of his life, but Song Fei did not take advantage of the chase, but instead fell silent, making him a little uneasy.

He did n’t know that Song Fei in the dark had completed a series of psychological changes such as the violent screaming hair and shouting Yuanshen thumping his chest and waiting for a foot. At this moment, he was leaning in the darkness sadly, watching the illusion of hope that the flames gradually disappeared.

"Hey, why don't you talk." He Zhiwen unsteadily shook his phone and was almost scared by the lifeless face. "What expression did you have? It wouldn't be where you were bitten before. Now you're ready to mutate. Right? "

Song Fei looked at his comrades in the twilight, holding the last line of hope and asking: "If, I mean, if you have a good friend, the relationship between you is particularly good, and then one day you have no relationship with him. He does n’t want to You have never been in touch, and you have to reconcile twice, but you did n’t agree, and you beat each other's face in various ways. When one day you encounter danger, do you think this friend will insert a knife for you? "

He Zhiwen quickly digested this story, and finally shook his head: "If it doesn't hold, I won't be so scumbag to my good friend."

"..." Song Fei swallowed hard, said hardly, "If, I am that if?"

He Zhi asked stunned, sincerely sincerely said: "Your friend did not take your sickness to kill you, it is true love."

Song Fei completely decayed, like a suffocated balloon. He Zhiwen, who even has a good character, said so, with a high heart and arrogance, he probably would not really look back.

I think so. I rushed to the twelfth floor to find the radio and walked away. It was already a nine-death **** mode. Only then would the lunatics search through the ex-boyfriend and the classmates in the fraternity who had just known for a few days.

Five hours later.

Song Fei could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. His eyelids were very heavy and exhausted, but he was conscious but sober, even spiritual. Two extremely contradictory states make the passage of time extremely tormenting.

"What time is it?" The voice of comrades suddenly sounded in the darkness.

Song Fei was stunned, and he was asleep with the question of why. After all, in this closed dark environment, sleeping was a relief.

Restart the computer. The long-lost light caused Song Fei to squint his eyes, and it took a while to see clearly: "Five minutes past zero."

"A new day." He Zhiwen couldn't hear the joy of welcome in the weak voice.

The phone has 70% of electricity left.

Although the strength of the domestic machine in terms of battery life is obvious to all, Song Fei was still reluctant to use it too fast. After reading the time, he subconsciously wanted to shut down again, but when he was moved, the ghost made a difference and ordered the photo album. He continued down until the photo of him and Qi Yan came into view.

Song Fei carefully opened the photo, the two people on the screen, a fang smirk, a depressed frown, smirk intimately embraced the frown's neck, the frown seemed to want to hide, but after all did not avoid, forced to stay A youthful image.

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

That guy does n’t like taking pictures, let alone such pictures that are easy to expose **. Every time I see someone who publishes pornographic photos or small movies on the Internet, I have to catch him in the past to learn safety together to raise awareness and prevent trouble. But Song Fei belongs to the type of death you do not let me do, the more I want to do, so in the journey of intimate selfies, repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles, and finally succeeded so once.

Qi Yan had secretly deleted this photo while he was not paying attention. He did n’t know that he had prepared a copy, so Qi Yan deleted it at the forefoot, and then he used a group photo to make a mobile desktop. Qi Yan almost suffered an internal injury, and finally realized that Ning's offending a gentleman would not provoke a villain. After three orders and five applications, he was not allowed to be a desktop and was not allowed to be a screensaver.

This love made him talk, Song Fei had thought more than once, just like the third party, as if the whole world is the main room that needs to be avoided.

"Are you okay?" He Zhiwen originally wanted to ignore the reason, but the face reflected in the light of the phone screen was like crying, a little bit sullen, "I know that I may not be the ideal Huangquan Road companion, but who makes I ’m caught up, but I ’m stuck with you, too late to change. ”

Song Fei was amused by He Zhiwen, and thought it was unbelievable: "Before you still have a bitter face of hatred, how come this time, but want to open it?"

"Cry to die, and music to die, then happily," He Zhiwen thought about a better future, "This is not too ugly when our bodies are found."

"It's all corpses, do you still expect a beautiful flower?"

"At least don't scare people."

"Two corpses with grinning smiles are more horrible!"

The fun of a short fight is like soap bubbles. As the two of them calm down again, they break apart without a trace.

Song Fei looked at the photos for a long time.

On that one, from left to right, from right to left, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, look over and over. Without exception, the last sight will fall on that depressed face. He couldn't say how he felt. In short, he would calm down strangely.

Like every time he made a big death in the past, the man would add a sentence after his routine, it ’s okay, let me come. As long as Qi Yan said this, no matter how difficult the situation was, he would feel at ease instantly.

I do n’t know where that guy is now.

Song Fei's thoughts began to wander, the focal length gradually blurred, the photo became a spotted halo.

Still at Gewu Building? Already fled back to the cafeteria? Run to another building to meet other comrades? Also, is it safe ...

Ida.

A very small noise came from above.

At first, Song Fei didn't pay attention, because the movement was so small that it didn't have any sense of reality.

However, the sound of nails tapping on the table was persevering, even listening carefully, with a certain rhythm-da, da da, da. Da, da, da. Da, da da, da, da da, da, da da, da.

The man tapped lightly and cautiously, and deliberately slowed down the tapping speed, so that the originally strong and short beat should be stretched at a constant speed.

But the overall rhythm has not changed.

Song Fei's eyes widened suddenly, it was Qi Yan!

He subconsciously wanted to respond aloud, but he suddenly realized in the moment when he opened his mouth that Qi Yan chose this method because he could not speak, or even make any louder sound than this kind of tapping.

Song Fei is hard to suppress his inner excitement and stands up!

He Zhiwen also heard this strange knocking sound, and his whole body was tense, and suddenly felt a gust of wind around him. He hadn't waited for him to discern what the demon wind was in the dark. One set was similar to the previous tapping sound, but another set of fine tapping sounds with different rhythm and frequency.

And no longer blurry, as if it sounded in this car-

Ida, da da da da, da da, da da da da, da da, da da da da da.

Song Fei is responding outside!

Realizing this, He Zhiqi was suddenly excited. He quickly took out the phone to turn on the phone, turned on the flashlight without hesitation, and illuminated the car. As expected, Song Fei had already stood up and was sticking to the half-open elevator door. Look up!

The sound outside came from the upper door.

And Song Fei's tap came from the car door.

This kind of sound transmitted through solids is not easy to spread, but it can be clearly heard by people who are close to the propaganda!

He Zhiwen pulled La Songfei's arm and asked with a mouth shape when the other party turned back, Qi Yan?

Song Fei focused on his head without any hesitation!

There was another tapping sound from above. This tapping was more rapid than before, and apparently people outside also heard the response. But after all, the landing door and the car door are not the same object, and the tiny sound is inevitably lost. The people outside should not dare to confirm or confirm the direction, so they contacted again.

Yes, in He Zhiwen's opinion, this is a contact with a secret code!

Before that, he always thought that Class 1 could survive, relying on 60% luck + 40% strength. In terms of physique, they are not as careful as Zhao He and Wu Zhou, and they are not as careful as Huang Mo. Each of them is considered to be one of the eight most common classmates, even Qiao Siqi and Li Jingyu. The average level.

But there are eight people like this. They are rushing into supermarkets, robbing couriers, occupying canteens, and doing everything they ca n’t. Say no luck, who believes?

But now, he believes.

Do you think the rhythmic rhythm is chaotic? No, that must be the legendary Morse code!

A class that uses the Morse code to connect, a class that does its best not to give up any comrades, why not win!

Perhaps, He Zhiwen blinked his sore eyes vigorously and pressed the bottom of his eyes to keep up the hot air. They could really escape the birth! Not just escape from this elevator, even escape from this campus, this disaster!

On the seventh floor, outside the elevator floor door.

When he heard the response, Qi Yan's heart was almost hanging out.

Song Fei was found, and the guy was safe. Such recognition made Qi Yan ecstatic, and when Song Fei also responded with a tap, this ecstasy was mixed with a touch of sweetness.

He just wanted to make some sounds that would not provoke the zombies but could be heard by the people in the elevator, and solid sound transmission is the most suitable. As for whether the rhythm can be recognized or even responded to by the other party, it is completely beyond his expectation.

It was just that when he was waiting for the meal to be boring at a certain date, he casually talked about some of his childhood anecdotes, and tapped the drum with his finger on the table to prove it. I did n’t expect the other party to remember it.

The guy with no heart and no lungs has such a heart.

Qi Yan did n’t want to build happiness on such a minutiae, but he could n’t control it, because he could n’t control his lips from rising—so it was still necessary to occasionally show his art career to the other half, even if it was just the snare drummer of elementary school military band.