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Chapter 179 The person who practiced sacrifice in the zombie siege
When Tang Xinjue received the call for the second time, she was climbing over the school wall.
As they expected, it seems that the main entrance area connecting the dormitory area and the teaching area is full of unprecedented bustling and bustling, as if it was designed to block the passage of students. Almost half of the school's zombies are partying here, and the traffic jam has become the morning rush hour subway. .
To pick up Zhang You, jumping over the wall became the only option.
"Hello? Heart trick?"
Zheng Wanqing's voice was hidden in the soft sound of falling into the grass.
The other side of the phone sounded very happy: "Fortunately, I didn't leave the medical building directly, otherwise I wouldn't have met those two people! They gave me your contact information... Now, where are you now?"
Tang Xinjue simply judged the position below and asked, "Where are you?"
Zheng Wanqing was elated: "Oh, I am in a room on the third floor of the medical building. There is a student record here. They are chasing me outside!"
Tang Xinjue: "..."
"It doesn't sound like a good thing, do you need help?"
"No, I'll just jump out of the window to find you. It's just that there are two students here, and their situation is complicated now."
Zheng Wanqing quickly told what happened just now.
She slipped into the court mainly to find a phone, but after finding it, she remembered that the school was out of power. She happened to run into two students who claimed to know Tang Xinjue, so she took them out of the court and grabbed two cell phones by the way.
According to her, according to the organizer's fighting ability is almost negligible. Until this group of people couldn't get all the helpers to fight, they sneaked out a few injections from the second floor and injected them into the helpers.
"That thing is like a stimulant, but it's weird. One tube is red and the other is black. The red one is used to stab their own people, and the black one is used to stab us."
Zheng Wanqing was not hit, but the two students she rescued were not spared. She took the two to temporarily hide in the room, and witnessed their process from convulsions in pain to gradually turning into zombies.
Tang Xinjue could hear not only Zheng Wanqing's voice, but also the sound of banging on the door and painful groans.
According to the students who finished the injection of red and colored injections, not only were they mad, their strength soared, and they could hardly feel pain or danger. Zheng Wanqing complained, if the virus will turn people into dead zombies, then the red "color" injection will turn people into "living zombies", a monster that only knows how to obey and attack.
How could this kind of "drug" appear in the hands of ordinary students?
"It's another injection..." Tang Xinjue thought.
In the East Gate cafeteria, the organizers forced the students to inject "shot" with a black "color" "liquid".
They are all controlled by several organizers of hundreds of students, with a cold and treacherous attitude. It's not like a real shelter, but a use and oppression, but there is competition and hatred between each other...
Zheng Wanqing suddenly snorted: "The zombie transformation of these two seems to have stopped?"
But the howling and banging outside the door continued, so it shouldn't be the reason that the time limit for the reagent had passed.
Zheng Wanqing observed closely while narrating, and found that the two bodies were no longer twitching, their breathing had not disappeared, and their vital signs had apparently stabilized.
Although the festering and wounds were still shockingly visible on the skin, she could feel that the menacing mutation just now had come back in vain, and the two people in front of her had returned to normal.
"Uh, vomit—"
The girl with the shape of Guo Guoxiang was the first to wake up, and she started to vomit as soon as she opened her eyes.
She raised blankly: "I, am I alive again?"
After a few seconds, the other boy was also concocted. Zheng Wanqing made a decisive decision: "Just wake up, go first!"
The sand table and chairs against the iron door have been shaking, and the door lock is even more precarious.
She quickly turned downstairs from the window, and then caught the two who jumped down one by one. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped because of Tang Xinjue's words.
Tang Xinjue said: "Those injections are likely to be related to zombie viruses. They are using students as petri dishes."
Zheng Wanqing was stunned, remembering the scene she had just seen, the students on the first floor were basically sluggish and had abnormal abscesses on their faces.
This is the medical building, there is a lot of food, water and medical supplies on the second and third floors, but not a single bandage is used on these students. Coupled with the abnormal gathering of groups of zombies outside the building...
Under the dumbfounded gazes of the boys and girls, Zheng Wanqing fell to the front door of the medical building and slammed her shovel down high!
On the other side, Tang Xinjue crossed the road junction and successfully met with Zhang You who came over.
Before Zhang You could catch his breath, he heard a loud noise on Tang Xinjue's phone.
"Is this, Wan Qing is smashing the door?"
She didn't have to guess, because Guo Guo wouldn't make such a big move.
Then there was the sound of the gate opening, and after the noise, Zheng Wanqing's voice lit up again:
"I didn't knock on the door, I just knocked twice to remind them that the madmen are now on the third floor. If they want to run, they can run."
As for how those students choose, it is their own business.
"Okay, I also came out with two people. You can study it later... Hey, you can follow me."
She reminded the latter two.
The two students ran panting: "But boss, you're too fast..."
They also want to follow, but they can't catch up at all!
Although he was exhausted and half dead, the benefits were also obvious-Zhi's pursuers were thrown away by them, and soon disappeared.
Following Tang Xinjue's guidance, Zheng Wanqing took the number of zombies to bypass, and the two teams finally met in a supermarket.
"People safe is good."
Zhang You checked and determined that none of Zheng Wanqing's three had any signs of infection.
The unlucky boys and girls in the morning were called Yang Hang and Sun Qian. They still had the terrifying festering caused by the black "color" and "medicine" left on them, and they didn't notice it when they were busy running for their lives.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."
Yang Hang slumped to the ground, as if he saw that he was about to become a zombie.
Sun Qian was much calmer, and she trusted the judgment of Tang Xinjue and his party more. What's more, she has experienced the feeling of dying, but now she seems to be healthier than in the morning.
"I also don't think I have symptoms of the infection."
She thought about it for a while, and said with certainty, "Many infected people will become ill within an hour, and the more intense the exercise, the faster they will be. If the two of us are infected, we should have mutated during the run just now."
Yang Hang's tears blurred: "Really? But even if we didn't die, we would be disfigured."
Sun Qian was speechless: "...then next time you die, will I disfigure you for you?"
"When you were in the East Gate student camp, what was the abnormal reaction every time you injected the "drug"?" Tang Xinjue asked suddenly.
Sun Qian was stunned for a moment, thinking for a moment before hesitating: "After the actual injection, many of us can't remember it. All I remember is that it hurts, twitches, can't breathe, and my head is "chaotic" like a dream, which lasts for more than a year. Hour."
"There is no skin festering and zombie transformation?"
The girl shook: "No."
The two black "color" injections are obviously different varieties.
According to her supplementary recollection, the East Gate canteen is completely different from the medical office. The group of organizers in the cafeteria did not control the students by injecting drugs, and they used violent methods, while the organizers in the infirmary had more shady methods.
For ordinary students, the level of terror is on the same level.
Tang Xinjue continued to ask: "Will there be hallucinations? Not limited to after the injection."
This time, Sun Qian thought for a longer time before answering, "It seems... yes?"
She and Yang Hang looked at each other.
Yang Hang snorted: "Every time I finish injecting that stuff, I have the illusion that I'm dead and I'm lying on the sports field basking in the sun."
Sun Qian frowned tightly, at first she couldn't say anything. But when he looked into Tang Xinjue's eyes, the backlog of fear seemed to be inexplicably diluted again, and he couldn't help but:
"I sometimes dream that I am completely dead, not turning into a zombie, but more terrifying than a zombie, and dying in despair..."
She shivered suddenly, her expression became blank again, and she couldn't remember the rest.
Tang Xinjue and Zhang Youwanqing glanced at each other, and saw Yi's guess in each other's eyes.
Tang Xinjue's voice sank slightly: "The organizer of the East Gate, what do you usually wear?"
Sun Yang and Sun Yang didn't know why: "They all wore similar clothes, with red bars on a white background, like sportswear."
606 Three people: !
At this moment, the narration of the two students overlapped with Guo Guo's prophetic hallucination, pointing to the same answer that was about to come out——
The organizer of the East Gate Dining Hall is the executor of that sacrifice!
What about the organizer of the medical building? What position do they play in this copy? Before the three could continue to ask questions, Tang Xinjue suddenly caught a slight noise, raised his shovel and stood in front of several people.
"Someone."
The five of them became nervous at the same time, and they looked around attentively, only to hear the sound in the silent air getting clearer and closer - and finally stopped behind a shelf.
After a rustling sound, the entire shelf was pushed away from the middle to both sides, "exposing" the space behind.
At the back of the shelf, a group of gray-faced students carefully drilled out. The moment they saw Tang Xinjue and the others, their expressions were even more frightening than Yang Hang's:
"Run if there are zombies!"
The leader turned and ran in without hesitation, but he forgot that there was a group of people behind him, and he stepped on the front of his shoes and got stuck in his crotch, like dominoes, one by one, and in exclamations and screams, "chaotic." ' It's a mess.
"Don't panic, the zombies can't run as fast as us, we can rush back, and it will be safe to return to the base! Don't panic!"
The leader shouted hoarsely, completely forgetting that he was hanging at the back of the crowd, and he couldn't push the teammate who fell in front of him no matter how hard he pushed.
Tang Xinjue's line: "..."
Do they look like zombies?
Yang Hang took a breath and tried: "That, classmate, we are not zombies."
The leader glanced at him and replied decisively: "You are all corpse, you are lying! Everyone, run quickly, we will be safe when you return..."
"according to?"
Tang Xinjue caught the word.
She remembered that in addition to the two wards in the East Gate Infirmary, there was a third ward that had the least sense of existence until now.
"Are you guys from the Student Affairs Center?"