At some point, the moon struggled out of the heavy dark clouds, and the flying snowflakes brought a little light.

Song Fei retracted his gaze from the window, and the new partner in the kitchen was still quiet and silent, which made people feel very uncomfortable. They sat on the ground nearby, either leaning against the desk, leaning against the corner of the wall, or sitting in front of them, beside them, with dusty soil on their clothes rubbing against dark red blood, and even if they had been washed, they could not hide their tired faces, and the fear hidden deep in their eyes, all of which told them the thrilling moments along the way.

Zhao He took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket irritably, and took out one before he could take it, but Song Fei took it away. He looked puzzled and frowned higher than the mountain: "What are you doing?"

"You have to quit sooner or later, as soon as possible or not."

Zhao Heyou understood: "Why should I quit?"

Song Fei thought about it and said very rigorously: "Actually, I have no say in this matter. I suggest you communicate with Johns."

The sudden fashionable name made Zhao a little confused: "There are still international students in your class?"

Song Feijiong quickly explained: "No, no, no, compatriots."

Zhao He had a black line, and he didn't know where to complain: "It's time now, can we not show off?"

Song Fei is also very unfair. He doesn’t produce English names. He is just Qiao Siqi’s porter!

Seeing that the two of them had obstacles in communication, He Zhiwen, a student from the School of Physics, who had been listening for a long time but had not waited for the actual content, couldn't help it, and Hanhan said, "That, Song Fei?"

"Well," Song Fei decisively gave up his entanglement with Zhao He and looked at the amiable classmate He, "What?"

"I just heard you call Wusheng Class 1 to the lower class. Are you majoring in Peking Opera in the Academy of Art?" He Zhiwen's eyes behind Yuanyuan's glasses are innocent and innocent.

Song Fei: “…”

Feng Qibai held his forehead and felt extremely reluctant: "I know that our college major is quite messy, but there is really no Peking Opera."

"We are not from the same courtyard." Lin Dilee was amused and crying and explained to Song Fei, "We have eight people in total. Like you, we are also gathered together when we run away, and there are all courtyards."

He Zhi asked: "That martial artist class 1..."

Lin Dilee: "We named our own name and feel like this is a collective, safer and more solid, and have greater unity."

He Zhi asked: "Well, martial artists sound strong and great!"

Song Fei interrupted: "No, our full name is Majestic and Unyielding Survival Class 1!"

He Zhi asked: "..."

Lin Dilee: "We still have Ban Hu!"

He Zhi asked: "Ah?"

Lin Dilee: "Prepare to get up!"

Song, Lin: "Magnificent and unyielding, 1. All the monsters and monsters and gods are coming to the west!!!"

He Zhi asked: "...Thank you for having no other questions."

Here He Zhiwen's classmate's internal injuries were temporarily suspended, but the friends downstairs were so nervous that they were shocked by the class's call.

Qi Yan: "What's wrong?!"

Song Feijiu quickly responded loudly: "It's okay!"

Qi Yan collapsed: "It's okay, why are you shouting nonsense-"

Song Fei was angry: "I'm showing them the style of our class!"

Qi Yan's black line: "..."

Soon Wang Qingyuan's voice floated up: "It's OK to show it, pay attention to the scale, and don't cause hatred."

"..." Song Fei looked around his new friends and always felt that it seemed that it was a little too late.

Lin Dilee suddenly remembered something, and quickly got up and ran to open the window. Song Fei was frightened by her and was sweating coldly. She thought that zombies were climbing up. But after opening the window, Lin Dilee was not fighting, but looked down, and then quickly shouted at her comrades downstairs: "Don't shout anymore, the zombies have gathered!"

Song Fei reacted. They would inevitably attract zombies when they yelled and communicated like this, just like they would be hit by the door when they were talking too loudly in the dormitory. It was nothing on the kitchen on the second floor, but the windows on the kitchen on the first floor could be turned in by standing on the ground. Even if it was a tempered glass curtain wall window with a lock, it would be better not to provoke zombies.

The little friends who had been through many battles immediately understood it. They didn't open the window at first, but they just stood in the house and shouted, just to guard against zombies. But now it seems that there is really no airtight wall in the world, and shouting in the house is not a long-term solution.

There were blinds on the kitchen windows. Seeing that zombies were already rushing over with excitement, Luo Geng and Zhou Yilu quickly put down the blinds and adjusted them to a completely closed state, so that the zombies could no longer see in the kitchen. To a certain extent, the lack of visual stimulation would make their impulse to hunt much less.

When the blinds were placed, the other comrades had already tacitly retreated slightly far from the window - after isolating the vision, try to keep the smell away from the possible gaps in the window. So after the two of them blocked it, they naturally grabbed Qi Yan, who was still standing there, and wanted to bring the person inside.

As a result, Qi Yan didn't move after pulling it.

The two were stunned. Qiao Siqi on the other end understood immediately and advised casually: "Don't worry, you hear that they are lively, the classmates upstairs must be very friendly."

Qi Yan's thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but Wang Qingyuan snatched it first: "I don't think so."

Qiao Siqi didn't expect that it was Wang who sang the opposite tune with him. He was upset at the moment: "Then what are your opinions?"

Wang Qingyuan said lightly: "If you can listen carefully to their calls from the team, it cannot be just friendly, it should be called stupid Baitian."

Qiao Siqi: "...If a friendly army is please tell us about his identity first in the future!"

Qi Yan was even worse by the two of them, and said in a deep voice: "Even if you are friendly, you must know what environment, how many people, and whether the doors and windows are safe. After all, in this situation, no one can tell who will do what they do."

The comrades were silent, and no one could refute these words.

After a while, Li Jingyu said weakly: "You can't shout now. Your phone has no signal or network. Even if you want to ask about the situation, you have no choice."

Qi Yan pursed his lips tightly, frowned and fell into thought.

The comrades looked at each other helplessly—

Are there any comrades who don’t drive? If so, Mr. Wang from the History Academy wants seven and copy and paste them in one go!

"Song Fei——"

Classmate Qi, who was thinking hard, finally suddenly appeared inspiration and a roar shook the sky.

The comrades were startled and their eye contact was interrupted. A helpless response from Student Song was soon heard from upstairs: "What are you doing--"

Qi Yan was unmoved and said concisely: "Open Bluetooth."

My friends were so impressed that they were all fools - who said that people in love were all fools, oh, that would be crazy!

Song Fei on the second floor of the canteen was stunned for a moment before realizing Qi Yan's meaning, he was preparing to communicate with his mobile phone. But the question is, can Bluetooth be connected to the other side of the floor? Song Fei really has no confidence.

But when the first floor spoke, it must be the organizational decision made by the class. The starting point must be that he and Lin Dilee were worried. Song Fei thought so simply, and took out his phone and turned on Bluetooth.

Ideals are indeed slaughtered by reality.

The search area is blank and there is nothing.

Song Fei kept refreshing and refreshing, but still couldn't find it. He was so anxious that he almost dropped his phone. This is the case. If he didn't do it, it would be fine. Reason will tell you that you can't do it at all, but if you do it again with the mentality of "maybe it possible", it will be annoying if you can't do it.

Song Fei stood up and began to rush into the kitchen, trying to find a place with a thinner floor.

The friend behind him couldn't stand it, and Feng Qibai even took out his cell phone: "Isn't it just Bluetooth? I'll turn it on and match it with you. You can search it and the name is Michelangelo, the Northwest."

Song Fei: “…”

The failure of the match was a very heavy blow to Qi Yan, but he was really not worthy of it through the floor. When Song Fei was silent behind him, he became honest. He sighed helplessly, began to roll up his sleeves and clean up the kitchen.

When the corpse tide broke out, lunch was being prepared here. Some dishes that were not afraid of cold had been prepared and served in large square plates, neatly placed on the counter, and more dishes were still in the pot. There was a large stove with more than a dozen large stoves. Each one was placed with a large pot. The pot was half-finished, some stir-fried shovels were thrown into the pot at will, some shovels fell to the ground, and several shovels could not be found at all. I wonder if they were used as weapons by the chefs at that time.

The heating in the kitchen also relies on heating, and the interior is now cold. Even so, these dishes are still rotten, rotten, and moldy, and mixed with the zombie corpses on the ground to create a disgusting smell. If the space on the kitchen was not large enough, they would probably be choked to death when they rushed in.

Whether it was fighting before or rescuing comrades on trees or roofs, their nerves were very tense. Before they could feel it, they felt disgusted. So when they saw Qi Yan's actions, their friends also started to move, pulling over-large plastic empty buckets from the corner of the wall, pouring out the messy things in the pot. Finally, they pushed a few buckets with large black plastic bags to the farthest corner, and then washed the pots and pans, brushed them, brushed them, and brushed them with spots of blood. For a moment, the sound of water from the faucet was endless, and the working scene of daring to change the sun and the moon to a new sky.

Just as the friends on the first floor were sweating profusely, the second floor was a subtle silence. Although Song did not connect to Bluetooth, he was inspired by it. In line with the principle of overcoming all difficulties, he wanted to let the friends downstairs understand the current situation and feel at ease with him, he began to hold his mobile phone and type in the memo.

But he was not focused on editing, but typed a few words at a time and looked at his new partner, repeating it over and over again, as if he was not typing on his mobile phone, but sketching Zhao He and the others with two thumbs. In the end, the six people were so furious that they sat together instinctively, absorbing each other's warmth.

Fu Xiyuan: "What is he doing?"

Wu Zhou: "It looks like typing."

Zhao He: "Just type well and what are you doing when you look at us?"

Huang Mo: "We should report our situation downstairs."

Feng Qibai: "I can't connect to my phone again, how can I report it?"

He Zhiwen: "I have already figured out a solution. Look at him with confidence."

"Hey." The object of being criticized suddenly called at them, "What's your class called?"

The six people stared at each other and didn't understand: "Hmm?"

Lin Dilee smiled, probably understood what Song Fei meant, and helped explain: "We call Weiwu Buqu Sheng Class 1, so you can also take a name. What a fate it would be to rush out of the dormitory to gather here. After forming the class, you will no longer have to fight alone. Believe me, it feels great."

Song Fei spoke again and asked the first floor friends to go to the east to attract zombies. Then when he and Qi Yan opened the window in the west to stretch out their phones and connected to Bluetooth, the first floor hygiene work was almost done. Qi Yan was just free and was squatting in front of the zombie next to the bucket, preparing to start research. Song Fei was so scared that he almost threw himself on the corpse.

Qiao Siqi, Zhou Yilu and Luo Geng were bored, volunteered to go to the east end. Opening the window was a deep and emotional sex. Qi Yan waited patiently, seized the opportunity, opened the window quickly, stretched out his arms to match Song Fei at the fastest speed. Li Jingyu was frightened throughout the whole process and did not dare to speak. He could only silently hope that Qi Yan would never tremble. After all, he had only bought his mobile phone for less than two months.

After finally receiving a picture in full, Qi Yan quickly closed the window and came out of the venetian blind. The trio on the other end had already closed the window first because the zombies gathered faster than they expected. Fortunately, the information transmission was completed smoothly.

It was a screenshot of a memo filled with words. Six heads from the 1st class of Wushen gathered together to share the recent situation of Song Fei and Lin Dilee—

The six comrades were completely relieved when they saw it. Although they didn't say anything, in fact, in the current situation, they would be more confused whenever they met a group of people. They didn't harm others, but they couldn't be at all prepared. However, looking at the status in Song Fei's screenshot, they were not as good as fish in water, and they were at home. They were somewhat relieved. Even if they took a step back, Song Fei was not sure about looking at people, and these six were all bad guys, eight to six, and they were not without the ability to fight back.

only--

Qiao Siqi: "Have you noticed the two punctuation points in the brackets..."

Luo Geng: "It's really interesting."

Li Jingyu: "The question mark means uncertainty, how can there be a real half-immortal?"
To be continued...