Chapter 56: The Little Master of the Doomsday Literature (Yuhui) 03 Hot
Of course the painting was finished, but Song Qingqing didn't really want Zhao Zemu to carry her to Ye Si's laboratory. One reason was that Ye Si was not there at all, but more importantly, the place could be said to be a zombie lair now.
Director Ye's laboratory was in the basement of the Boya Building, the main teaching building. The apocalypse began at 8 a.m., the time when college students were in class. Song Qingqing couldn't even imagine how many zombies there were in the main teaching building.
But she couldn't just tell Zhao Zemu, "Don't go. Ye Si isn't there at all. You'll just have to wait for a wasted trip." If she did, Zhao Zemu would probably just pin her down and ask her if she was reborn. After all, the reborn Zhao Zemu had come early specifically to look for her.
Moreover, she had never seen zombies in real life. To put it bluntly, she was not mentally prepared at all. However, it was only the early stage of the apocalypse and the zombies had basically no abilities. This could be said to be the best opportunity for her to train herself. If she waited until the acid rain in a month, she would probably die before she could even accomplish her goal.
The second hand of the clock hanging on the wall in the office was ticking away. Zhao Zemu slowly installed a silencer on the Magnum in his hand. After installing the silencer, he put the dagger next to his military boots. His supernatural powers had been awakened long ago, and even awakened before the end of the world thanks to his rebirth.
It's just the beginning of the apocalypse, and it's far from the time to use superpowers. If you can solve the problem with hot weapons and cold weapons, try to use them.
After packing up my equipment, it’s almost time to meet up with my teammates.
Song Qingqing bit her lip, reached out and carefully tugged at the hem of Zhao Zemu's coat.
Zhao Zemu raised his eyelids and looked at the girl in front of him. Her snow-white teeth were biting her plump red lips, and she looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated.
Song Qingqing has seen the original owner's memories of the beginning of the doomsday.
The hands of the clock on the wall pointed to eight o'clock. Suddenly, a sudden change rushed towards the classroom of students. The classroom fell into chaos. Students ran for their lives in panic on the campus avenue...
There is another scene when the original owner hid in the club activity room and saw the scene through the gap in the curtains. A boy who had been escaping with her slipped on the slippery blood on the ground in a panic and was directly knocked down by a neatly dressed teacher.
The flesh was bitten open and screams rang out. The teacher raised her head while biting, and there were still flesh-colored residues on her bloody teeth. Her turbid eyes seemed to look at the original owner through the gap in the curtain, which frightened her so much that she shuddered and pulled the curtain tightly, then sat down with her back against the door and her legs weak.
Fortunately, there will be a club activity in a while, so there are a lot of supplies for the activity in this activity room, including various foods and several boxes of mineral water. Otherwise, the original owner would have starved to death here long ago, let alone waiting for Zhao Zemu to come and carry out the mission.
While she was hiding, the door that was propped up by the table was knocked many times, but she didn't dare to open the door because no one knew whether there were zombies outside or humans fleeing for their lives.
After seeing these scenes, Song Qingqing felt unwell, and even the fingers holding the corner of Zhao Zemu's clothes could not help shaking.
Zhao Zemu's gaze fell on the girl. She was slender, wearing a sky-blue dress with a perfectly fitted waistline. Given her delicate appearance, the dress must have been quite clean and tidy, but now it was stained with dried blood. The off-the-shoulder design perfectly revealed her smooth, white shoulders, which were trembling slightly, perhaps out of fear.
His gaze shifted to Song Qingqing's fingers that were pinching the corner of her clothes. Her nails were neatly trimmed and had a hint of pink.
The whole person was like a frightened young bird seeing the adult birds return to their nest.
Thinking of the purgatory-like scene after the end of the world in the previous life, and the ugly scenes of humans harming each other, Zhao Zemu sighed slightly in his heart.
He could fully understand the provocative behavior Song Qingqing made when she saw him.
After a while, those actions weren't uncommon at all; they were commonplace in the apocalypse. Even more blatant actions were possible, like walking into a psychic's room at night or having sex while on a mission. Zhao Zemu had seen them all. Humankind's inherent depravity was fully on display in the apocalypse. Many pitiful souls would temporarily sacrifice their souls for food, trading their bodies for a numb existence, often for a few loaves of bread or packets of instant noodles.
Zhao Zemu felt that there was nothing wrong with this. Whether they were struggling and living numbly, or living soberly, their purpose was the same - to live.
In the purgatory-like doomsday, simply staying alive will drain all of human energy and vitality.
The hostility in Zhao Zemu's eyes gradually faded, and his low voice also softened a lot.
"What's wrong?"
Song Qingqing unfolded the map she had drawn in front of the tall man. "Professor Ye's laboratory is on the second basement floor of Boya Building. To get to Boya Building from the teaching building we're in now, we have to cross the boulevard... which is one of the main roads of the school."
What this means is that the number of zombies on this boulevard alone is estimated to be quite astonishing.
Zhao Zemu remained silent, waiting for Song Qingqing to finish speaking, but it seemed that he had no intention of changing his mind.
Song Qingqing glanced at Zhao Zemu's expression and continued, "Boya Building is the main teaching building of our school. The chaos happened at exactly eight o'clock in the morning."
As if afraid that Zhao Zemu didn't understand what she meant, Song Qingqing added something in a low voice.
"Many college students have to go to school early."
This was what she learned in her first mission world.
The sound was very soft, but the psychic's hearing was sharp and he could hear it clearly.
Zhao Zemu's face darkened instantly. He glanced sideways and found the girl beside him looking at him innocently. Her expression and gaze were so innocent that it made his heart and palms itch. He reached out and pinched her fair cheek, saying lightly, "I've been to school, I know."
"Hmm." Because her face was pinched, her words were a little unclear. Song Qingqing pushed his strong arm and said, "There must be a lot of zombies in the lobby on the first floor of Boya Building."
Zhao Zemu released his hand and said, "Follow me closely when we move."
When looking at Song Qingqing, Zhao Zemu's gaze paused for a moment on her cheek. There was still a bright red mark on her fair face, and he was a little hesitant.
He has been training for many years and knows that the force he used is not very strong. It is probably because the girl's skin is too tender to be pinched, and it will probably turn red after just a few touches.
When Zhao Zemu was observing her, Song Qingqing was pursing her lips and rubbing the place on her cheek where she was pinched with her fingers. She seemed a little dissatisfied, but did not dare to lose her temper.
She is spoiled, but not as annoying as she was in her previous life.
Before leaving, Zhao Zemu glanced at Song Qingqing's skirt and suddenly asked, "Is it convenient to move?"
Song Qingqing, who was slowly folding a map, was stunned for a moment, looked up at Zhao Zemu blankly, and as a result, a set of clothes covered her head. Her vision went dark for a moment, and Song Qingqing hurriedly pulled off the clothes covering her head.
She didn't even see where Zhao Zemu took out the clothes from.
The plot summary does not provide a detailed introduction to Zhao Zemu's special abilities. Could it be that he has a spatial ability that is exclusive to Dun Dun Shu?
Zhao Zemu had already turned around and said calmly, "Put it on."
Otherwise, I'm afraid that as soon as I leave the office, the pair of white legs under my skirt will be scratched and bitten by zombies.
After hearing no movement for a long time, Zhao Zemu looked out the window and said suddenly, "That's my combat uniform. I've never worn it. It's clean."
After he finished speaking, he frowned. Why did he bother to explain this to her? Was he afraid that she would dislike the clothes being dirty because of her delicate nature?
Integrity in speech and body...
Song Qingqing pursed her lips, afraid that she would not be able to hold back her laughter, and buried her face in Zhao Zemu's clothes, which still carried the fragrance of laundry detergent.
There was a rustling sound of someone putting on clothes behind him. Zhao Zemu waited for a long time before he heard voices behind him.
"I'm dressed..."
Zhao Zemu turned around and was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene in front of him, then frowned.
Are his clothes this big?
The girl had a slim figure, while Zhao Zemu was tall and strong, about 1.9 meters tall. This made her look like she was stealing adult clothes when she put on his combat uniform. The collar of the black sweatshirt inside was a little big, and she didn't even notice that because of her lowered head, the loose collar slipped down, revealing her beautiful collarbone line and the faintly crystal white color.
Song Qingqing lowered her head and struggled to lift her trousers' waistband. It was too wide, and she was afraid that if she let go, her trousers would fall down. However, she didn't know how to tie the belt. She bit her lip and whispered, "I don't know how to tie your trousers' waistband."
The shy red color gradually dyed the small white earlobe, like paint embellished on the lychee flesh.
Zhao Zemu calmly withdrew his gaze, but his eyes dimmed a little. He walked towards Song Qingqing.
The tall figure was extremely oppressive, almost covering Song Qingqing's entire body. Zhao Zemu raised his hand and pinched the waistband of his pants. His hot palm was pressed against Song Qingqing's slender waist. His hand was very hot, and because of his squatting posture, Zhao Zemu's warm breath just happened to fall on her abdomen. Such a high temperature made her shiver slightly unconsciously.
The waist in his hands was slender enough to be grasped. As Zhao Zemu expected, he frowned and tightened his fingers slightly.
The Song family is so wealthy, but they can't even afford to feed them? How can they keep people so thin?
Zhao Zemu thought so in his heart, but his hands did not slow down. He quickly adjusted the belt and rolled up Song Qingqing's trouser legs and tied them.
When the rough fingertips caressed her ankle, Song Qingqing almost couldn't help but fall down. She subconsciously reached out to hold Zhao Zemu's broad and strong shoulders to barely stand. Her cheeks were already red, and she could feel the heat radiating from him, but the muscles on his back felt very elastic, and the hormonal scent on his body was exuded without any concealment. Song Qingqing couldn't help but touch it carefully.
Zhao Zemu, who was half-kneeling to adjust her trouser legs, noticed the slender and soft fingers resting on his shoulders and rubbing them. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled softly, "You can't even stand steadily?"
Song Qingqing was so frightened that she wanted to retract her hand immediately, but she found that she would not be able to stand if she retracted her hand, so she could only hold it up loosely.
"Your body is too hot." Song Qingqing explained softly. She felt that Zhao Zemu's body temperature was different from that of normal people.
Zhao Zemu tightened the cable tie without explaining too much.
His body temperature is naturally different from that of ordinary people, thanks to his fire-related abilities.
After tidying up Song Qingqing's clothes, Zhao Zemu walked to the drawer of the desk, reached out and pulled the drawer open, and found several books and a roll of tape from it.
"Raise your hands." Zhao Zemu ordered lightly.
Song Qingqing obediently raised her hand and stretched it out to Zhao Zemu. He rolled the book around her arm neatly, tore off the tape and stuck it around in circles, and finally bit it with his teeth, barely making a simple wrist guard for her.
Zhao Zemu was even in the mood to joke with Song Qingqing. To ease the tense atmosphere, he raised his hand and patted his masterpiece on her arm, comforting her, "That's what they say: you only regret not having read enough when you need it. When those students who have turned into zombies take a few more bites, it will be considered eating books."
This joke was too cold, even a little hellish, and Song Qingqing couldn't laugh.
This activity room belongs to the archery club, so there are a lot of their activity equipment piled up in the corner.
Song Qingqing looked at the corner where the equipment was placed, where there were several barrels of arrows.
Seeing that Song Qingqing's eyes were fixed on the recurve bows hanging on the wall, Zhao Zemu raised his hand and took down a lighter one. "Do you want to use this?"
The girl nodded seriously.
Zhao Zemu casually placed an arrow on the bow, squinting one eye as he adjusted the bowstring and sights, saying, "You haven't exercised much. I'm afraid your arm won't be able to lift it in a while if you use this."
She had practiced in the first mission world, but this body didn't have it. But that wasn't the most important reason.
Song Qingqing explained in a low voice: "Those zombies are too ugly. I don't dare to face them up close."
Zhao Zemu, who was adjusting the arrow, said: "......"
Yes, it suits her personality.
Zhao Zemu raised his hand and handed the adjusted bow and arrow to Song Qingqing. He found a metal stick from somewhere, then took out the dagger that he had just put in his military boots, and tied the dagger firmly to the top of the iron stick with tape.
After making a weapon, Zhao Zemu tried it on the target in the corner and it worked quite well.
Before handing it to Song Qingqing, Zhao Zemu looked up after trying the effect and saw her looking at him with sparkling eyes. She asked him in a sweet and soft voice, "Is it for me?"
You are really not polite at all.
"Yes." Zhao Zemu handed it over.
"Don't lose the dagger above. If you see a zombie, stab it open."
As for the bow and arrow, it would be better to wait until she has practiced it well before using it. Zhao Zemu was afraid that she would shoot herself with an arrow due to a trembling hand.
The door was suddenly hit by something, making a bang and shaking off a cloud of dust.
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