Zombie University

The wind in the middle of the night will always harden without warning. It seems that there is a hand outside the sky. Every time a specific time point, the climate model will be modified immediately, even if it is excessive.

Zhao He narrowed his neck and wrapped his coat tighter.

He was walking on the avenue of the department building. Of course, it's still the same as when I came here, sticking to the side of the road, rubbing a tree forward. Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the dry and staggered branches have an illusion of flourishing. His dark clothes were perfectly hidden in this shadow, and with his deliberately slowing speed and light footsteps, he almost blended into the night.

The Qiushi Building has passed, and the Yixin Building is in front of you, while the singing of Gewu Building is completely inaudible.

Zhao He thought he was not a timid person, but in such a night, he suddenly hoped that his teammate's singing could accompany him for a longer time, then it was only a few minutes.

Behind him, the thick smoke on the roof of the building has basically dissipated, leaving only a few wisps, seemingly floating towards the night sky.

Zhao He withdrew his eyes and made up his mind—not to go back to the cafeteria.

It was only half a night away from the team. He always thought that Monday Lu and Qiao Siqi of Lu Banlou, Wu Zhou and Feng Qibai of Yixin Lou, should not return to the cafeteria.

There is no basis for this kind of speculation. To put it plainly is the sixth sense. But people's sixth sense is sometimes more reliable than careful reasoning. Because it appears so magical, it can also be so precise that it doesn't make sense.

Of course, it is not impossible to insist on analysis. Empathy. If he is the one who tempts the enemy, he will not return to the cafeteria immediately, but will choose to live nearby, waiting for the news of his teammate's victory or need of support at any time. And now, he is this "source of information".

Responsible, he needs to pass on the situation of "Song Fei, Qi Yan and He Zhiwen have successfully sneaked into Gewu Building, and he is ready to charge the radio tomorrow night" to his comrades, even if he can only choose one from Lu Ban Lou and Yi Xin Lou Office.

So the question arises, whether it is to stop at this point, go to art, or continue to move forward and go to architecture?

Ka.

Zhao He's tiger body shocked, thinking to stop with his footsteps.

That is the sound of something cracking, the crack should be extremely subtle, because the sound is too small, so small that if it were not for him, he would slow down the pace that was already slower and lighter. ignore.

Look around, there is only an empty asphalt road, let alone zombies shadows, there are almost no flowers and plants, and the only thing that can be called an object is the one who leans on himself ...

Wait a minute.

Zhao He stopped suddenly, then raised his head slowly and stiffly.

At this time, he was unbiased and stood just under a tree, and a black "human" was squatting on a branch that was not thick, about a meter above his head. This black does not refer to light and shadow, but simply refers to the other party, all charred from head to toe, as if charcoal, the face is not spared, the black features are almost pasted together, the eyes cannot be opened, and some skin is still open. A transparent liquid flows out.

This is a picture of a violent deputy. The distance is so close and the impact is so great that Zhao He forgot to respond for a while, and his brain was completely blank.

There was a sudden click and the branches were completely broken!

The "Charcoal Man" quickly fell, and Zhao He was caught off guard, letting the other party hit him at the foot.

The opponent's body hit the ground, but the hand fell on Zhao He's foot. The next second seemed to have autonomous vitality. When the body had not recovered from the impact and was still struggling unconsciously, he grabbed Zhao He's tie. Tight shoelaces!

Zhao He was sober for a moment, kicking the "Charcoal Man" with one foot, and quickly jumped into the tree!

It took a long time for the "Charcoal Man" to finally get up from the ground. Judging from the hesitant movements, he just fell a lot just now. After climbing up, it didn't rush to move, but instead looked around, constantly sniffing the surrounding air with his nose.

Zhao He has been able to confirm. Will not shout pain, not afraid of disfigurement, and even do not move with his own miserable state, this is not a "charcoal man", but a "charcoal corpse". And it is completely invisible, so it can only be hunted by smell and touch.

Fortunately, he hid in time and hid high enough.

Zhao He took a long breath ...

Ka.

Uh……

Click!

Nima he knew! ! !

How can a tree branch that can't hold a scorched zombie stand up to the strong student Zhao? Without struggling, Zhao He fell heavily, and as if aiming deliberately, he was throwing himself on the charcoal corpse.

Xi from the sky, the charcoal corpse embraced Zhao He and took a bite!

100% of the zombies wanted to chew on the neck of the prey, but 200%, only on the chest of Zhao.

——Height is a pain.

Separated by clothes, and the solid chest muscles, this mouth did not succeed. At most, the teeth rubbed on the chest through the clothes. But this one is enough for Zhao He's hair to stand upright, with goose bumps in three layers.

Is not afraid, but the death of Zhao He reminds Zhao He of his ex-girlfriend.

As a long-legged star, Zhao He prefers loli, and his ex-girlfriend is only up to his chest. Every time coquettishly likes to bite, usually a bear hugs him, which is convenient to go down to the mouth, nine times out of ten is the chest.

Now the lady has found another good relationship, leaving herself feeling sad in the wind, and even desperately mad to recall the sweet past on a charred zombies.

Even more terrifying is that the cute face of the ex-girlfriend and the black charcoal face of the zombie on the chest alternately flash back on the retina, and the taste is sour!

Yeah!

Another bite.

Zombie perseverance, but because of impaired vision, he can only act intuitively, so the range of attack has always been Zhao chest.

Zhao's chest is solid, but he has been so harassed. Brother Zhao's spirit can't bear it.

As the army stabbed in the zombie temple, Zhao returned to his chest calmly.

Carefully put the body down and pull out the military thorns. Zhao He flicked the remaining liquid on the side while carefully observing the body.

Tangled for so long, his feeling of this zombie is no longer simply fear, but more doubt, and other complex emotions that can't tell the unknown.

He did not know whether it was burned before infection, or infected and then burned. At least, not so painful.

But where did this fire come from?

Zhao He thought of the few cigarettes that remained only upstairs, there was doubt, but it could only be doubt.

Card

Yi Xin Lou in front of the **** suddenly heard a strange noise, much like the sound of windows opening.

Zhao He was energized, and immediately opened his eyes to search for the exact location of the sound source!

The dark wind of the moon is high, and it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack if you want to search for a window in a black hole. To be precise, even the high-rise and low-rise can not be distinguished from the north to the south. The only thing Zhao He can be sure of is that the sound must come from the building facing him. If it's the other side, the voice can't pass!

On the occasion of Zhao He's helplessness, he suddenly saw a figure falling from the middle window on the third floor——

咣 当!

From seeing the figure to the muffled sound of heavy objects falling, everything happened between the electric light and fire.

Zhao He was shocked, and instinctively wanted to step forward to check, but he was about to move, and he saw seven or eight zombies swaying in Yixin Building! And there are still new zombies coming out one after another, all attracted by the sound of landing!

Zhao He clenched his fists, almost breaking his teeth. He was worried that it was his teammates who fell down. He wished he could step forward immediately, but he watched as the zombies gathered more and more, and knew that he also struck the stone with an egg.

Anxiety suddenly flashes!

No matter whether the big tree is happy or not, Zhao He looked at the thickest branch, and started to climb up with both hands and feet.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao He had arrived at a high place, and immediately faced the group of zombies, ready to sing the song. Unexpectedly, I just opened my mouth and didn't wait for the noise. The small group of zombies that had been gathered together were lazily spreading out. At the time of the meter, he paused and then turned around without exception, walking slowly and back.

Zhao He braked in time, watching the zombies come out of the nest, and returned unhappily, only a few minutes before and after.

Soon the Yixin Building was clean again, as if nothing had happened. If it was not possible to see the black shadows on the ground from Zhao He's height, he really thought he had been hallucinating before.

No more guessing, Zhao He decided to find out.

Scrambled under the tree, he walked to the root of the wall under the Yixin Building, and moved forward a little against the building, and finally came to the "falling person".

Through the moonlight, Zhao He finally saw clearly that the head of the person who had fallen off the tower had already lost half of his head. It should have fallen down with his head down, so the height of the third floor, but the brain broke. But on the remaining half of the face, you can still see the typical scars eaten by zombies, and the blood stains on the wounds have already dried up, like old wounds, and the dark red blood mixed with the ground should be impacted when falling New blood.

It was not the people who fell, but the zombies.

After hearing the news, the zombies had no interest in the companions ’bodies.

But Zhao He is very interested, because it is a zombie who fell from the building, which means that the person who let it fall is a living person. The only problem to be solved now is whether the living person is a comrade.

Lifted his head, the window on the third floor was already closed tightly.

The quickest way is naturally to call out loudly, but it is likely that the comrades have not opened the window. The wave of zombies just returned twice.

Huh?

Zhao He sniffed hard, always feeling a familiar smell in the air.

His eyes lighted up, he quickly squatted down, and sniffed twice more close to the zombie corpse. Although he came with a **** smell of * taste, the trace of the fragrance is still covered with thorns and thorns, highlighting the encirclement!

Is a comrade!

No second team in this world will exude this refreshing taste!

When this fragrance comes out, who will compete with each other, wherever he goes, mosquitoes will not live!

Zhao He looked up again, and after firmly remembering the position of the window, he stood up decisively, sneaked quietly to the door of Yixin Building, hid behind the wall connected with the floor-to-ceiling glass door, and spied on the first floor of the hall.

Due to the power failure, the entire hall was shrouded in darkness. From Zhao He ’s perspective, the only thing that could be seen clearly was the white stone carving in the center of the hall. It was a sculpture with a unique shape, which was not obvious at first glance. Therefore, upon closer inspection, it was found that it was a person with raised arms, but only deformed to make the lines more artistic, not realistic, but intent.

Zhao He doesn't understand art, but he also feels that just looking at it from a distance, he can feel the repression and despair in the composition, as if the man is exhausting his last effort to accuse this absurd world.

Sculpture is a good sculpture, even laymen like yourself can appreciate its beauty. But why should we put such a serious thing on the door of the department building? In theory, shouldn't we put some prosperous shapes like Spring Girl holding books or holding pigeons?

In doubt, a shadow passed by in front of the sculpture.

Zhao He narrowed his eyes and confirmed the identity of the zombie at the last moment when the other party was about to disappear in the dark.

After fighting for so long, whether it is a person or a zombie, Zhao He has a comprehensive judgment standard from objective to emotional.

There are zombies in the hall, and there may be more than one.

Zhao He had expected it, but now he is more determined. He pressed his lips tightly, thinking for a moment, suddenly turned around, and returned to the zombies in the falling tower against the wall.

Take a deep breath, Zhao He adjusts his emotions and feels almost the same. He squats down decisively and applies blood and brain fluid to the body with a short knife.

It was not until the faint smell of toilet water was covered by the smell of zombies that Zhao He returned to the door of Yixin Building again, a body flashed into the hall.

In the dark, Zhao He stayed still for more than a minute before gradually adapting his eyes to the faint moonlight, and finally saw the situation in the hall.

Although it is not clear, it can be distinguished that there are seven or eight zombies gathered on their side, but they are close to the door and they are close to the corridor. The stairwell is on the other side, and there are only two zombies nearby. Perhaps because of the low light and inconvenience, the two zombies stood blankly, taking two steps from time to time, aimless and stiff.

The comrades of class 1 have passed science, and the zombies' vision will be slightly lower than before, and the impact will not be great when the light is sufficient, but it is obvious when it is in the dark, which is why they always choose to act at night.

Zhao He has been doubtful about this, because when he went to the express service the day before yesterday, it was also in the night. Should he be pursued by the zombie or by the zombie?

But at this moment, he finally understood how naive he was to question the mighty unyielding 1st class.

No more explanation, the zombies across the corridor swept his direction several times, and nothing happened, which is iron proof.

——For the first time in his life, Zhao Heqing was fortunate to have his own soul-filled window. As a teenager who does not like reading, his happiest moment is to check his eyesight, pointing his finger up, down, left, right, and showing his face.

Finally waiting for seven or eight zombies to basically face the corridor, the zombies near the stairway also walked a little farther, the wind at the foot of Zhao He's feet was almost like a lightning rushing to the diagonally diagonal stairway, and when passing the sculpture Take a distracted glance at the base and think about the name of this negative-energy sculpture.

It was such a brief moment that a gust of wind blew through that really made him see clearly—

【hope】

When he arrived at the stairs, Zhao He decided that he would concentrate on sports in the future.