Zombie University

Song Fei's words just fell, and the zombie sitting in the chair moved, then raised his head slightly, hiding the only clear eyes behind the lens, and slowly locked the question of He.

Not Song Fei who spoke last.

It was the first one who asked.

He, who was seen in the Institute of Physics, was covered with hair, and he subconsciously wanted to step back half a step. However, the zombies on the chair suddenly jumped up and rushed towards him before his feet had landed!

The zombie moves fast, just like being bounced up by a chair. When the question comes back, the other party has arrived. Close to it, he could even smell the seemingly rotten smell on his upper body.

"Oh--" The zombies howled and opened their mouths to bite on his bare neck.

"Ao-" He Zhiwen also wailed with a cry, and at the same time squatted down with a thunderous thunder!

The zombies didn't have time to recover, and they emptied.

He Zhiwen even fled to the back of a desk and was afraid and wronged: "I am kind, I just want to borrow a radio with you !!!"

"Aoao Ao—" The zombie was almost mad, holding the radio and going to the office where he was.

At this time, the fool also understood, Song Fei quickly warned: "The problem is the radio, don't mention the radio, don't even say the three words of the radio, I don't see it is the baby who borrows it and who is anxious!"

The zombies who originally ran to He Zhiwen suddenly stopped and turned around, slowly locking Song Fei.

Song Fei embarrassed, began to retreat without trace: "That ... I just explained to him, I did not want to mention, I, I will not borrow from you, really!"

Seeing that Song Fei was forced to the corner, Qi Yan, who had been brewing for a long time, rushed from the side and shot the zombie temple!

However, the zombie appeared to have found him with Yu Guang as early as possible. The footsteps that had been moving forward at a uniform speed stopped, and Qi Yan's gun brushed past the tip of his nose. Just when Qi Yan was annoyed to withdraw his gun and wanted to attack for the second time, a shining metal weight flew over to the side of the zombies.

The weight of the weight combined with the strength of the thrower, actually beat the zombies. After standing again, the zombie no longer hesitated, and one turned and went straight to the question of what, there was no possibility of a second shake in the posture!

He Zhiwen immediately ran, but after two steps, he was still thrown down by the zombies from behind!

He Zhiwen wanted to lift the zombies down, but he was not the opponent of the "former teacher" riding on his back from physical to weight. In anxiety, He could only transfer hatred: "The weight is Qi Yan to me. Yes, I ’m just a porter— "

The zombies would n’t listen to his explanation. He held the radio in one hand and pressed the back of He Zhiwen ’s head with one hand, and gnawed at his fleshy white neck!

He Zhiwen was so squeezed that the shadow shrouded in it grew bigger and bigger. He even felt the strange touch of the zombie ’s lips rubbing his neck!

However, the expected pain in the future is simply friction and friction, as if the lips are dancing the pace of the devil on his neck.

He Zhiwen wondered, struggling to look back in the pressure of the zombies, and found that the hair of the zombies was being squeezed in the hands of Qi Yan, and it was the force of his comrades that prevented the zombies' teeth from continuing to advance Can only be stuck at a delicate very close distance.

Qi Yan gritted his teeth and vigorously increased his strength, finally pulling the zombie head away from He Zhiwen's neck.

Because of Qi Yan's dragging, He Zhiwen felt the weight loss on his body and took the opportunity to crawl forward. After the weight of the body completely disappeared, as soon as I turned my head, I saw that the zombie did not know when he had turned his back, and bite Qi Yan's tiger mouth!

He Zhiwen was terrified, his nerves exploded, and he just thought that he would n’t care about it and suddenly found it was not right.

The two were in a more active state, not so much that the zombies were biting the mouth of Qi Yan, but it was more like Qi Yan was holding the mouth of the zombie with his hand to prevent his head from continuing to attack forward. And because he was wearing leather gloves, the zombie could not treat him for a while.

In a flash of thoughts, He Zhiwen only felt the cold light passing over the ground, it was Song Fei who picked up Qi Yan's gun!

In a blink of an eye, the gunpoint has pierced the face of the zombie ... Uh, or Qi Yan's hand?

Between the electric light and the fire, Qi Yan slammed the zombie's head with his hand and escaped the mop gun with a terrible killer!

"Don't move!" Song Fei couldn't make a poke, and naturally blamed his comrades for not cooperating.

However, comrades who are still entangled with the zombies can hardly be more embarrassed: "If I don't move, my hands will be poked!"

Song Fei wronged: "I have never used a long weapon, I can only fumble in actual combat!"

咚 ——

The weight flying across the sky was in the middle of the zombie temple, and the heavy impact caused its skin to bloom, and a dark red slurry appeared.

"Mid, medium?" He, who was attacking remotely a few meters away, looked incredulous.

"Continue!" Qi Yan did not hesitate to affirm his comrade-in-arms, and at the same time continue to spur the other comrade-in-arms, "How are you still asking!"

"..." Actually, He doesn't like this statement very much.

Song Fei doesn't like it either, and didn't he just stop him after he finished speaking! con man!

"I don't want to ask? You have the ability to withstand you for a long time without losing it! And people have given you a hand!"

"Ghost knows why the teachers of the Computer School are so skillful !!!"

He Zhiwen's weak hint: "He may also like to play table tennis ..."

"Fuck!" Song Fei was ruthless and simply dropped the mop gun and rushed over to help Qi Yan fight with his familiar metal chopsticks.

For a time, the three people wrestled together, and the zombies wondered if Song Fei's comer was bad. While protecting the radio, he twisted his head wildly and avoided the attack of Qi Yan's short knife and Song Fei's chopsticks.

He Zhiwen, who did not dare to join the battlefield, continued to throw weights obediently. However, the chaotic battle scene made his long-range attack miss the target, especially when the last weight was thrown out, the three people just entangled in front of the window. Throwing a little higher, it actually hit the glass directly over the heads of the three people!

With a loud bang, the glass was centered on the place hit by the weight and instantly shattered. But it did not fall apart, but it was still fixed there in the form of a whole piece. It looked like transparent glass suddenly turned into a frosted one.

Unexpected surprise made Song Fei and Qi Yan stunned conditionedly.

But there were no zombies. Instead, he took the opportunity to slam the two of them and rushed to ask!

"Be careful!"

"Run!"

Qi Yan and Song Fei almost spoke in unison, but it was too late to ask. His body was slower than his brain, and his small, thick legs were almost worse. All the weights in the pocket have been thrown away, and it is too late to draw a short knife!

As soon as he got a shot, He Zhi asked Jizhongshengzhi, and stood there motionless, and when the zombie came to him, he raised his hand and attacked the opponent's glasses directly!

Even the fierce battle did not make its glasses skew or fall, so He, who also wears glasses, understands that it means that the glasses legs are tight, so he does not fight, but picks, which is equivalent to reaching out and grabbing the other party. Glasses!

Song Fei was dumbfounded by Qi Yan, and didn't understand what way this was.

The zombie also froze for a while, and it seems that losing glasses is a major event that takes time to adapt to.

He Zhiwen smashed his feet when the glasses landed, and at the same time puzzled his comrades: "It is 900 degrees short-sighted!"

Song Fei and Qi Yan looked at each other, knowing each other and knowing each other, and fighting for nothing, so the elective courses should also be carefully listened to!

He Zhiqin, who stepped on the broken glasses, next action was to draw out a short knife from the waist, but I do n’t know if the knife light made the zombies recover. After the knife was pulled out, the zombies were not clenched. He Zhi asked the shoulder!

Said not to be afraid is deceptive, He Zhiwen almost jumped away conditionedly and hid under the table in the next second.

Song Fei knew that He Zhiwen was not good at fighting, but he didn't think he would be so timid. Moreover, if he is really so afraid, he can hide from the beginning, why did he not hide until the zombie glasses are removed now.

Suspicious, his hand was suddenly held by Qi Yan. The next second, he was tucked under another table by Qi Yan, and Qi Yan hid him at such a rapid speed that he could barely shine in the moonlight. Dark corner.

The whole process of Qi Yan was very fast, but his movements and footsteps were so light that Song Fei was so full of doubts that he still could not hold his mouth, even subconsciously holding his breath after hiding under the table.

Qi Yan ’s hiding place was very dark. From Song Fei ’s point of view, only one side of his body could be seen, but at the next moment the arm with a bare edge was suddenly raised, and the visual observation was a "hush" action.

Song Fei suddenly realized.

He Zhiwen: The reason for removing the glasses is to weaken the zombie combat power-900 degrees of myopia without glasses, and this kind of dim light that may not be completely visible even if the eyesight is good, is basically equivalent to being destroyed. Then he hid in the table to completely disappear in the sight of the zombies. Similarly, Qi Yan tucked him into the table and hid himself in a dark corner for the same purpose.

Let the zombies be completely at a loss, they, or Qi Yan, can wait for the opportunity to kill.

Quiet night, empty office, zombies looked around blankly for a while.

Qi Yan slowly drew out his short knife without making any noise.

The zombie still held its radio and lost his sight, and began to smell hard with his nose.

Qi Yan took the first step, extremely slow and extremely light.

The zombies did not respond.

The second step.

The zombies are still in motion, their heads are swaying slightly, sniffing as many living people in the air as possible.

third step.

Qi Yan's stride is large, and he has arrived behind the zombies at this time. Without hesitation, Qi Yan stabs the head of the zombie straight!

Da da da--

It should have been a foolproof attack, but I do n’t know if the zombie was a blessing to the soul, or how long a pair of eyes behind him ran away at the last moment, and the pace of joy was so happy that even the listener could feel its joy.

Qi Yan looked at the cooked duck fluttering away and flew away, and flew towards ... He asked.

"Why are you staring at me?" He Zhiwen opened the desk and fled again!

Successful defeat, Song Fei hates iron and steel: "Let you not spray toilet water!"

He Zhi asked: "I sprayed--"

"Not enough spray!"

"I sprayed Luo Geng to stare at me!"

"It smells too meaty!"

"..."

If * scenting is also a mistake, then He Zhiwen asked his classmates who should be punished.

During the conversation, Song Fei had drilled out of the table. At this moment, it is useless to hide. Although the zombies could not be seen, the smell of He Zhiwen also accurately captured the direction of the prey.

Song Fei chased and poked towards the back of the zombie!

The zombie was aware, and turned around quickly, the knife tip rubbing the zombie's chin and poked into its neck!

Song Fei immediately drew his knife, and blood splattered out, and some stained on the goggles, suddenly a large red in his vision.

Song Fei subconsciously raised his sleeves to wipe, but the zombie suddenly rushed!

Song Fei immediately backed away to escape, and the zombies chased after him until he retreated to the window sill and his waist reached the edge of the window sill!

Retreat is irreversible, and the zombie directly pressed up. Song Fei's upper body slammed into the shattered glass, and there was an instant clatter. The glass completely disintegrated, leaving only empty window frames and debris remaining on the edges.

Cold wind blew into Song Fei's neck, making him fight a cold war.

But the zombies are unaware and continue to attack, the goal is very clear, it is Song Fei's neck!

Song Fei couldn't turn it over for a while, and when he saw his big mouth, he would kiss his neck. He looked up sharply and slammed his face with the goggles!

However, Song Fei underestimated the fighting power of the zombie. This collision did not make the zombie retreat, but let it go down the goggles and ran to his throat!

Life and death are instantaneous.

Song Fei has nothing to do.

Fortunately, with only half of clear vision, Qi Yan had arrived behind the zombies. This time he did n’t give the other side a chance to pierce the zombies from the place where the zombies neck was connected to the back of the brain, from bottom to top, straight into the back of the brain.

The zombie paused and stayed still.

Song Fei closely stared at the eyes of the zombies, and after confirming that there were no more fluctuations, he felt relieved. But there was a trace of vigilance, so he did not dare to relax completely. He only looked at the radio that was still held by the zombies and pressed on his chest, and carefully reached out his hand to get it.

The moment when Song Fei's finger touched the radio, the zombie body shook suddenly.

That moment was so clear that Song Fei's movement suddenly froze.

The eyes of the dead fish suddenly turned back suddenly. Song Fei's first reaction was to push the other side away. Unexpectedly, the zombie moved faster than him, and the radio was pulled out from under his hand at once!

Song Fei failed to respond, only to see the zombie's arm raised uncontrollably because of too violent movements, but the radio did not reach the highest point with its movement, but slid with inertia on the way up the arm , Out of hand, flying straight out of the window!

Song Fei desperately reached out and grabbed his hand. After all, it was too late. He could only watch the radio fly along the empty sash to the night sky. It didn't take long for me to hear a sound that was not deafening, but absolutely desperate.

Twelfth floor, no need to watch, the radio must be sparse.

The three of them all have a momentary daze, as if they have struggled arduously for many years.

"Aoao Ao—" The zombie opened Song Fei and climbed out of the window sill.

There are no balconies outside, only high-rise buildings, nothingness night.

Snapped!

The sound of broken bones is always so crisp and tragic.

No matter how many times you listen to it, the scalp is still numb.

This is a kind of physiological rejection, it is a natural instinct, even if the person who fell into the building has become infected with zombies.

Song Fei slid down the window and sat down on the ground.

What kind of obsession is it that people still have such a clear and clear guardianship after mutation? The little black box is perhaps the most important thing the teacher identified at the last moment of his life.

Dong.

The sudden knock on the door shocked Song Fei's tiger body, and completely dissipated his trance.

Qi Yan and He Zhiwen also recovered from this voice and quickly became alert.

The intermittent knocking sound continued for about five minutes. I don't know if I felt the door panel unbreakable, or I found that there was no sound in the room. After five minutes, the door knocker gradually stopped, and finally he could be heard walking at a stiff pace and gradually leaving.

The three looked at each other, and it was clear that the previous fighting sound attracted the zombies.

As the footsteps completely disappeared, He Zhiwen stood up suddenly and whispered: "Qi Yan, the flashlight lend me a bit."

Qi Yan did n’t know what he wanted to do, but his instinct was the right thing, so he did n’t hesitate to turn the flashlight out of his backpack, without asking much, and passed it on.

"Thanks." He Zhiwen took the flashlight.

Qi Yan thought about it for a while, and said, "There is not much power left."

He Zhiwen nodded: "Relax."

For the next three minutes, Qi Yan and Song Fei saw what it means to turn the box over.

He Zhiwen turned the teacher's seat upside down by the light of the flashlight, and all the drawers and tables and cabinets were not let go. It's not counted to turn these over, and then ran to the side to turn over the public information cabinets and lockers.

Qi Yan looked at Song Fei suspiciously, thinking about the bf who is good at crooked door and evil way should understand: "He is ..."

Bf did not disappoint him, and he said firmly: "The thief does not go empty."

Anyway, all come, always bring back something to commemorate.

However, what He Zhiwen eventually turned out from the depths of the locker was far more exciting than a memorial-about sixty-five centimeters long, thirty centimeters high, and fifteen centimeters thick. The speakers are split left and right, and the black □□ covers it is like a pair of big and bright eyes, awesomely a large portable recorder in the 1980s!

Song Fei only saw this thing in a TV drama with a sense of time. Grandpa Qi Yan had one, but it seems to have become a decoration. Anyway, from Qi Yan's memory, that thing was placed on the grandfather's cabinet. For so many years, no place has been moved, no noise has been made, and there he is quietly there, along with the decorative ornaments next to it.

Unlike Qi Yan ’s grandfather ’s old antiques, why did he find this one and it was wiped clean, even if there was not enough light, it could be seen that it was carefully maintained.

Song Fei forced himself to calm down, don't be too happy, just in case of joy again, he can't help this torture: "Can it still be used?"

At this stage, He Zhiwen can only visually check: "It should be fine."

"It's too retro ..." Song Fei sighed heartily and then asked curiously, "How do you know there is a radio?"

"Actually, I'm not sure," He Zhiwen carefully put the tape recorder on the ground, scratching his head shyly, "but, but anyone who likes something in particular, it is usually impossible to collect only one. Like my dad likes Maps, the walls piled up at home are everywhere, domestic, foreign, ancient, modern, all kinds. I like radios, and there are just a few walkie-talkies in my house! "

He Zhiwen Hehe smiled happily, but his eyes were bright, and the kind of expression that he liked about things, Song Fei understood!

"I am the same as you! You see, I like game consoles. I have ps2, ps3, ps4, psp, xbox, wii in my family. Later, I also found the early card game machines and the earliest red and white machines! Retro, there is a kind of ... "

Qi Yan glanced lightly.

Song Fei, who was sloppy, woke up at the beginning of his dream: "It's a kind of ... the feeling of bereavement of the playthings. I will deal with them all when I go back!"

Question for He: "..."

The radio equipment in the family's home makes He Zhiwen caught in the entanglement of whether to fall in love in the future. What if the girl she likes feels that his plaything is mourning? Is he going to sell all this love to the waste collector?

Oh love, classmate He, who has not held hands with the girl since kindergarten, sighed deeply in your heart. You are a tortured fairy.