Chapter 58: The Little Doomsday Writer (Yuhui) 05 Dodder Flower...
The two of them moved forward very smoothly. When they were almost at the Bishop's Boya Building, Zhao Zemu found a secluded corner and put Song Qingqing down.
The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated slightly. Song Qingqing took out her phone and unlocked the screen. The signal bar that had been darkened suddenly lit up. She looked closely and found that it was a message for help from a classmate in the class group.
[Student Council Member Zhou Ling: Is anyone else in our class still at school? Some of our roommates are stuck in the library.]
[Li Shuo: If any of you are still able to move, hurry up and gather at the shuttle bus outside the west gate. The seniors from the baseball and archery teams are leading us out! Hurry!!!]
There were many similar messages. Now was the early stage of the apocalypse, and many students were still unaware of the infectiousness of the zombie virus. If she remembered correctly, only a handful of these people had escaped. Song Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then moved her fingers slightly and sent a message.
[Song Qingqing: Students, please be careful. Bites and scratches can get infected.]
The atmosphere in the class group was silent for a moment. After a long while, a classmate cautiously replied to a message.
[Chen Tong: Qingqing, where are you hiding? I think I saw you on the fifth floor.]
[Song Qingqing: I was hiding in the Archery Club's activity room.]
[Chen Tong: I just saw several well-trained personnel enter your building. Are they here to rescue us? Hurry and bring them over!]
Song Qingqing didn't know what to reply for a moment. She typed the message in her hand and deleted it word by word. Zhao Zemu and the others were certainly not here to rescue them. Their mission was just to find Ye Si. Even saving her was just a by-product. Of course, it could also be the work of her adopted brother Zhou Zhanyun.
The cell phone signal quickly faded again.
Zhao Zemu was tall and burly. He casually glanced down and saw the content on the girl's phone screen. He looked away and suddenly asked, "Your classmates don't seem to appreciate your kindness. Do you want to go check it out?"
Song Qingqing, who was squatting on the ground, looked up at him when she heard this, only to see Zhao Zemu's cold and sharp jawline. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and no emotion could be seen.
Song Qingqing glanced at the dark red bloodstains on the glass window and the handprints on the door panel of the empty classroom opposite, bit her lip and shook her head.
"Let's talk about it after we go to Professor Ye's research institute. Your main mission should not be to rescue them." Song Qingqing lowered her eyes and fiddled with the feathers on the arrow in her hand. She has read many apocalyptic novels. The saints without abilities die the fastest. If she had superpowers, she would definitely go to save them.
It's rare to see someone so sensible. However, Zhao Zemu frowned slightly. He subconsciously didn't like the girl's well-behaved and sensible appearance.
A hint of surprise flashed across Zhao Zemu's eyes, and his handsome face quickly put on a playful smile. The tall man squatted down and looked at the girl, who looked a little depressed, at eye level. He supported his head with one hand and said to her with a smile that sounded a bit provocative: "Baby, why don't you act coquettishly with me? I might consider it and bring them out after I find Ye Si."
As for what to do with these students after they come out, that is not within his scope of responsibility.
Perhaps thinking of the many people in his previous life who took it for granted that he had to escort them all the way, Zhao Zemu's eyes turned cold.
At first, he had thought about taking those people to the base, but it turned out that a chaotic crowd would often make it easier for the zombie virus to break out from within, which was far more terrifying than a tide of zombies.
Song Qingqing stopped fiddling with the arrow feathers, pursed her lips and looked up at Zhao Zemu. The smile on his face seemed nonchalant, as if he was sure that she would not dare to flirt with him again, because Zhao Zemu had warned her before to be good, otherwise he would just leave her to fend for herself.
Zhao Zemu waited patiently for Song Qingqing's response, which was more like a hunter's test.
He looked as if he was quite sure he wouldn't dare do it.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips, lowered her head and tilted it slightly, revealing her beautiful white neck as if inadvertently. Her combat uniform jacket was a little loose and slipped off her shoulders, revealing Zhao Zemu's black tight vest she was wearing underneath.
Her eyes fell on Zhao Zemu's hand casually placed on his knee. He was wearing tactical half-finger gloves.
Zhao Zemu's originally interested gaze froze slightly, as he watched the girl in front of him reach out and carefully and slowly unfasten the buckle of her gloves, and then her soft white fingers slipped into the gap between the gloves and her palms. Her fingertips circled his rough and warm palms a few times before completely taking off the gloves, while her moist black eyes were still looking at him innocently.
While he was stunned, the black tactical gloves fell silently to the ground. Song Qingqing gently hooked Zhao Zemu's little finger with her index finger and shook it twice.
Then Zhao Zemu heard Song Qingqing's soft and gentle voice, which seemed to be filled with honey water, making his heart itch.
"Brother Zemu, considering our friendship, could you please help me later? I will be obedient."
Zhao Zemu looked a little puzzled, his eyes fell on the girl's fair and beautiful face and her rosy red lips. As she spoke, those red lips that were very good at saying sweet words were opening and closing. He couldn't help grinding his teeth, and felt a little itchy at the roots of his teeth. If he wasn't afraid of making her cry, he really wanted to pinch her face hard and leave a tooth mark on her face.
Thinking that the girl in front of him might have also called her brother Zhou Zhanyun and acted like a spoiled child to ask for things, Zhao Zemu's mood instantly became bad.
Who knows, she might meet a good brother who can protect her from being bitten by zombies. He looks very much like the plant Zhou Zhanyun had told her about before - dodder, or a little dodder that looks well-behaved and adorable.
It climbs slowly and carefully on the trunk of a strong and sturdy tree. The soft flower buds seem harmlessly stick to the trunk and spit out dewdrops, as if kissing the tree to extract all the nutrients, and then hide in its own flowers with joy and grow vigorously.
But this cannot be blamed on the dodder. If there is anyone to blame, it is only the tree that is not strong enough to provide enough nutrients to the little creature that is parasitic on it. It is reasonable for it to be fickle.
Moreover, the feeling of being held close to her like this was not unpleasant, it even made one's palms itch.
"How can you call me brother?" Zhao Zemu raised the corner of his lips, and grabbed Song Qingqing's hand that was making trouble in his palm with his backhand. He raised his other gloved hand and pinched her small chin, with his thumb pressing on her soft and plump lips.
The rough fingertips quickly rubbed the girl's lower lip into a bright red. Her almond-shaped eyes were looking at him with moistness and grievance, as if she didn't know why he asked that.
As the girl spoke, her lips would inadvertently touch Zhao Zemu's rough and warm fingertips, as if she was eating something delicious.
Song Qingqing raised her hand and held the other person's wrist, her thick eyelashes fluttering and drooping.
"Don't you like me calling you that?"
Zhao Zemu suddenly chuckled and let go of her cheek, "How could it be?"
It wasn't bad to call him that; he was a few years older than her, but it would be even more exciting to see Chacha's little dodder climbing on his waist and calling him Brother Zemu. Zhao Zemu knew that his thoughts were straightforward and vulgar, and his words were usually not very tactful. If his serious grandfather were still alive, he would have broken his legs long ago.
But now it’s the end of the world, and there’s no need to worry about so many trivial things. Just staying alive requires all your strength.
There are quite a few zombies in the Bishop Boya Building, and the elevator cannot be used. The electricity is still maintained, but Song Qingqing feels that Zhao Zemu's cautious personality will not allow him to open the elevator, and no one can be sure whether there is anything inside.
Noticing that Song Qingqing kept looking back at the elevator quietly, Zhao Zemu thought she wanted to be lazy and take the elevator.
"If nothing unexpected happens, there should be quite a few of those things in the elevator."
As he spoke, Zhao Zemu walked to the elevator door, bent his fingers and knocked on the closed door. Sure enough, there was a banging sound from inside.
It was very irregular, and you could tell at once that it didn't sound like a human calling for help, and there was no sound of talking.
Song Qingqing subconsciously took a step back and looked towards the elevator warily. She explained in a low voice, "I don't want to take the elevator. I'm just thinking about how to get down to the basement floor."
At this moment, the radio bell in the corridor suddenly rang.
Song Qingqing reflexively looked at Zhao Zemu, but saw that his expression was the same as usual, without much change. She thought of the reactions of the zombies in the elevator to the noise Zhao Zemu made just now.
Zhao Zemu had already cleared out the zombies on the fifth floor. Boya Building was shaped like a U-shaped building, and Song Qingqing could see the zombies across the street, which had been wandering aimlessly and slowly, starting to move. Like students rushing to the cafeteria at the end of class, they all rushed in the direction of the broadcast.
Song Qingqing, who was lying on the handrail in the corridor, turned her head, her eyes sparkling, "Can we take the stairs now?"
"Well, the ring time is short, we have to act fast."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zemu picked up the girl with one hand and held her like a doll, then ran quickly towards the basement.
Song Qingqing quickly hugged Zhao Zemu's neck tightly to prevent herself from falling out if he didn't hold her tightly.
When she went down to the second floor, Song Qingqing suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking air. Her nerves tensed instantly. She leaned nervously on Zhao Zemu's shoulder and looked in the direction of the sound. She saw a zombie lying at the door of a classroom with an arrow stuck in its head. The feathers at the tail of the arrow were bright orange-red.
All I could see was a white afterimage flashing quickly at the end of the corridor not far away, followed by a thin black figure chasing after it. I could vaguely hear the man's voice, which was crisp and pleasant, as if it had not yet been covered by the bloody haze of doomsday. It was easy to be infected by his cheerful tone and feel happy.
"Lin Kai, you've beaten me to it! We clearly agreed to leave this floor to me."
Another cold and peaceful voice could be faintly heard from the end of the corridor, neither hurried nor slow, without any panic caused by the zombies.
"You're too slow to clean up, and you're prone to getting splattered with blood."
"You don't understand this, this is called experiencing the sense of impact."
The man was silent for a moment.
"I told you, I'm a germaphobe, stay away from me."
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