Chapter 59: The Little Writer of the End of the World (Yuhui) 06 Ye Si
The two boys at the end of the corridor were still talking, but they seemed to have turned back because the sound was coming from far away.
"Hey, Brother Kai, you don't want the arrow anymore? That's not the way to act cool."
The boy called Lin Kai was strangely silent for a moment, then walked back, saying as he walked, "Tsk, I don't really want it. It's dirty, and I have to clean it later."
A tall and thin figure appeared next to the fallen zombie. He was wearing an orange and white shooting sportswear with a black archery vest on his chest. He looked like he had just finished a competition and rushed back to school. However, before he had time to catch his breath, the apocalypse happened.
Lin Kai lowered his eyes and stared expressionlessly at the bright red feathers on the tail of the arrow he had shot for a long time. The arrow was obviously stained with a layer of sticky dark red blood. He seemed to be struggling and hesitating whether to throw away the arrow out of mysophobia or pull it out and retrieve it for the sake of saving money.
"Brother Kai, you probably don't have many arrows left in your quiver." A boy wearing a black baseball cap walked up to him, his amber eyes looking clear and bright. He naturally put his arm on Lin Kai's shoulder with a smile on his face, but that smile looked a bit mean. He was also holding a baseball bat in his hand, the top of the bat was covered in a mixture of blood and brain matter, but he didn't seem to be disgusted, as if he had already gotten used to it.
Earlier, the two of them encountered a wave of zombies in the cafeteria, and Lin Kai had very few arrows left. He had brought them for practice for the competition, so he didn't bring many. If he wanted to get more arrows, he would probably have to run to the gym.
As expected, when Lin Kai saw the baseball bat covered in red and white in Tang Mingpo's hand, an undisguised look of disgust instantly appeared on his face. He pushed him away with one finger and said, "Stay away from me."
Tang Mingpo's words did remind him, so Lin Kai hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand wearing archery gloves, pulled out the arrow neatly, and wiped it on the wall of the classroom. There was no time for him to wipe the arrow carefully now.
Song Qingqing was observing the two of them quietly, but Tang Mingpo instantly sensed a pair of cautious gazes falling on him with the sharp intuition of a professional athlete. He raised his eyes with sharp gaze, but was stunned for a moment when he saw the girl lying obediently on the man's shoulder. She only showed half of her face, her almond eyes were moist and clear, and she looked like a kitten playing hide-and-seek with others.
Song Qingqing was startled when she was discovered and quickly lowered her head to hide her face.
Zhao Zemu ran down the stairs very quickly, so the two of them looked at each other for only a moment.
Tang Mingpo came back to his senses instantly and nudged the frowning Lin Kai beside him with his elbow, "Brother Kai! I just saw the most beautiful girl from some college, being hugged by a man."
Lin Kai looked in the direction Tang Mingpo pointed, but only had time to see Zhao Zemu's tall figure disappearing quickly.
"Do you recognize who it is?" Lin Kai withdrew his gaze with a cold expression and threw the arrow back into the quiver on his waist. The metal arrowhead and the quiver made a slight collision sound.
Tang Mingpo shook his head. "I think he looks familiar, but I don't quite remember. And I don't think that man looks like a student. Could it be that she was forced..."
Just looking at their broad, sturdy shoulders and the awe-inspiring aura emanating from their backs, they didn't seem like students. The muscles could perhaps be explained by the training of athletes or fitness enthusiasts like them, but the aura they possessed was anything but student-like.
After hearing this, Lin Kai frowned even more tightly. "Go to the library to rescue him first, then rush back to see if you are sure you can subdue that person."
The man ran too fast. Not only would it consume their energy to catch up with him, but fighting in the Bishop Boya Building full of zombies would undoubtedly be a very dangerous thing.
Tang Mingpo scratched his head and said uncertainly, "If the two of us work together, we should be able to do it. I'm 80% sure."
"Okay." Lin Kai glanced in the direction of the stairs and turned to leave.
"Then let's go to the library first."
The result was obvious. Even though Zhao Zemu arrived at the university where Director Ye was working much earlier than in his previous life, he still couldn't find him in the underground research institute.
Zhao Zemu looked at the spotless laboratory in front of him, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.
Before departing for the mission from the Jinyun base controlled by his father, his good friend Zhou Zhanyun specifically explained to him the importance of Ye Si's research on the doomsday zombie virus. Zhao Zemu naturally guessed this because he knew that Zhou Zhanyun and Ye Si had worked together in the same think tank and research institute for a long time.
Given Ye Si's intelligence and ability, it's not surprising that the institute wants to find him.
Song Qingqing put down the door card and walked around the laboratory carefully, fearing that a zombie would jump out from some corner and bite her. If she was really bitten, she would die before she could even accomplish her mission. She would not even see the true face of her extraordinary brother Zhou Zhanyun. It would be an unfair death.
Song Qingqing stopped in front of an experimental table. The silver metal table in front of her was spotless, the experimental equipment was neatly arranged, and even the notebooks recording experimental data were stacked according to size and thickness, which was in line with the owner's habits.
Song Qingqing took a step back so that she could see the entire experimental table clearly. In a trance, she seemed to be able to see the scene of Ye Si doing experiments here.
In the original owner's memory, Ye Si seemed to be a gentle professor, always smiling as warmly as a spring breeze while guiding students in their experiments. His voice was also clear and pleasant, and his speech and manners were gentle and polite. Listening to his lectures was like being bathed in a spring breeze. However, his academic attitude was extremely rigorous, after all, many students failed his courses...
Judging from the appearance, it is not surprising that Ye Si's class has become popular. After all, the original owner had chosen his class and unfortunately failed it. Since then, he never dared to choose his class again. When he saw him on campus, he had to take a detour and didn't even dare to say hello.
Song Qingqing picked up the experimental data record book on the table. If she remembered correctly, in the plot, Ye Si seemed to have been studying some immune serum after he withdrew from Zhou Zhanyun's research institute. It was probably related to the zombie virus. No wonder her cheap brother Zhou Zhanyun wanted to take him back, and he called it protecting talents and rescuing researchers.
When the notebook was picked up, a piece of paper slipped off from somewhere.
Song Qingqing quickly squatted down and picked it up. She saw a few lines of clear and elegant handwriting on it. It seemed to be a long string of data characters, signed by Ye Si. She read it carefully several times.
The data looked messy at first glance. Compared with the contents of other experimental data notebooks, it was obviously inconsistent with Ye Si's recording habits. That could only mean that there was some other information hidden in this long string, but Song Qingqing couldn't figure it out for a while.
"Look at this!" Song Qingqing stood up and waved in the direction of Zhao Zemu, her eyes sparkling, looking like a little mouse that had found a treasure. Zhao Zemu was amused by his own association and walked over with his long legs.
Zhao Zemu frowned as he looked at the long, chaotic string of characters before him. He then glanced at the neatly tidied laboratory and said calmly, "Given Director Ye's personality, he must have guessed something was going to happen, so he evacuated early."
Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to retreat so cleanly without leaving behind anything related to the experiment. All that was left behind were data record books used by students to learn experimental operations. What was even more outrageous was that there were also pea growth records from agricultural experiments. These irrelevant things were of no use to the research on the zombie virus, so where on earth did Ye Si go?
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There was a crackling sound coming from the radio and the television, mixed with faint human voices.
"Red alert, an unknown virus has broken out in the center of City A. Widespread chaos has occurred... zizizizi... Citizens, please stay home, lock your doors and windows, and await rescue. I repeat..."
"The passage to Jinyun Base is open. Survivors, please go there..."
The once bustling urban area has turned into a dead silence. From time to time, one can hear the faint sounds of rats running by and the terrifying roars of zombies.
The transparent glass windows of supermarkets and convenience stores on the street were covered with clearly visible bloody handprints. The blood had dried up and turned into a dark red and black color. Zombies with bloody cheeks or bodies were wandering aimlessly on the streets and in the stores. When there was an occasional sound, they would walk in the direction of the sound, or raise their heads blankly and search with their dead white and turbid eyes.
The reproduction and growth of viruses make them instinctively want to obtain fresh flesh and blood to promote genetic fusion and changes.
The stench of corpses and the sticky smell of blood permeated almost every corner of the city.
From time to time, there would be sharp human screams breaking the silence, but the screams of the living would soon be drowned out by the roars of the zombies, and it would be unknown whether they were alive or dead.
And in this urban area where there are almost no living people, in a secluded corner of a park, a young man was sitting quietly on a bench. He was neatly dressed, with a handsome and gentle appearance. Except for his slightly pale, lifeless and cold skin, and his blank gray eyes, he looked no different from a human.
The young man sat calmly on a park bench, holding a metal safe in his arms.
He looked like he was enjoying this rare silence, which was creepy.
At this moment, a middle-aged man was chased by zombies and fell in front of the young man. In panic, the man thought he saw his own kind. Because his foot was twisted when he fell, he could only crawl and twist his body to move to the young man's legs and pull his trouser legs.
"Save me, please save me, take me to find a place to hide..."
The middle-aged man's cry for help came to an abrupt end. Two humanoid zombies pounced on him and bit his throat. His flesh was torn apart and hot blood spurted out instantly. Because his trachea was torn open, he could only twist and struggle, making painful groaning sounds.
The young man sitting on the bench tilted his head like a canine observing a novel object, then lowered his eyes in confusion to look at the bloody scene in front of him.
The two zombies feasted on the fresh flesh and blood, and even roared from time to time, inviting the fellow who was looking down on them to eat with them. They had consciousness, but not much, more like the hunting instinct of an animal group.
The young zombie's clear gray eyes were cold, and he instinctively moved his legs away to prevent blood from splattering on his trouser legs.
The two zombies were still roaring, breaking the original silence of the park.
So noisy.
The young man frowned slightly, raised his hand and took off his glasses, and looked at the zombie with an indifferent look, as if he was a little displeased.
The next second, the zombie's head exploded with a bang, just like a ripe watermelon being knocked open.
Two clear, snow-white crystals fell out from the mixture of red and white blood, sparkling with beautiful luster in the sunlight, attracting the young man's attention.
The middle-aged man who had just been bitten to death by two zombies had begun to mutate. The blood vessels on his body gradually became clear and turned blue-black, looking like cracks on a glass, as if they were about to burst through his body. His originally black eyeballs also turned into a turbid gray-white color.
The young man watched the scene before him with some curiosity.
It stood up shakily, its cloudy eyes fixed on the two sparkling crystals. Its genetic instinct for evolution urged it to eat them, but it didn't dare.
Because there is a higher-level being next to it, it is dangerous and scary. After all, in a hunting pack of wolves, the leader is the one who gets priority in enjoying the delicious and nutritious offal with high fat content.
The young man looked at the two crystals for a while, and the zombie squatted down with its body stiff as if it was controlled. It reached out to pick it up for the young man, wiped it on its clothes, and then handed it to him.
He stretched out his cold, slender fingers and gently twisted the two rice-sized crystals.
Instinct told him to swallow it, but the young man didn't like it.
But in the blink of an eye, the two crystals turned into powder in his palms. A few gusts of wind carrying the stench of corpses blew through the park, and white powder leaked through the young man's fingers.
After doing all this, the young man continued to sit quietly, and the zombie had already wandered away.
The young zombie seemed to be thinking.
He seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, including his name and origin, and why he was holding this safe. He only vaguely remembered that it probably contained something very important to him.
The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows and falling on the face of the young zombie.
He raised his head, his gray eyes rolled around, his handsome face expressionless, but his gaze was looking into the distance.
The search for Ye Si in the underground research institute was fruitless, so Zhao Zemu simply took Song Qingqing to the library building where she and her surviving classmates were.
Before leaving the laboratory, Zhao Zemu took out the walkie-talkie from the chest pocket of his combat uniform jacket.
"Professor Ye is not at the institute. I am heading to the library building to rescue the surviving students. You go to other teaching buildings to search for survivors."
"Roger that, Captain."
When Song Qingqing heard the word "library", she raised her head and looked at Zhao Zemu in surprise. She thought that with Zhao Zemu's personality after his rebirth, he would just leave those students in the school to die, and then take her to find Ye Si's trace.
Zhao Zemu hung up the intercom and when he lowered his eyes, he saw the girl next to him looking at him with such eyes. He didn't even need to guess to know what she was thinking.
Zhao Zemu: “…”
"What are you looking at?" Zhao Zemu twitched his lips and felt his hands itching. He tried to hold back but couldn't help it and directly grabbed Song Qingqing's fair and soft face.
Song Qingqing curled her lips and rolled her eyes, but she didn't dare to express her dissatisfaction. She raised her arms and hugged his neck, hanging on him, and said in a pretentious tone, "Brother Zemu is so powerful. Let's set off quickly."
The little fox was trying to change the subject again, and didn't forget to tease him.
This guy has never faced the undisguised desires of people after the end of the world.
Zhao Zemu sneered, falling for her artificial tea-like charm. He raised his hand and wiped away a drop of blood that had accidentally splashed on her fair cheek with his rough fingertips. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Little fox, act like a spoiled child again? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up in this lab until you cry uncontrollably."
Song Qingqing instantly lost her temper and didn't dare to act anymore. She pursed her lips and said nothing.
She raised her eyes and glanced at Zhao Zemu's sturdy body and wheat-colored skin. When he exerted force on his powerful arms, blue veins would bulge out. She silently withdrew her gaze from Zhao Zemu's abdomen and waist. It seemed that he really did what he said.
There aren't many zombies in the library, but they're definitely not few either, because there are still quite a few zombies who rush in as soon as the library opens at 8 o'clock every day.
"Do you want to practice?" Zhao Zemu pointed across. There were too many zombies in the Boya Building just now, and he basically cleared them all out. Now there are not many zombies in the library.
Song Qingqing glanced at the zombie that kept bumping into the bookshelf not far away, nodded seriously, then put the arrow on the bowstring, aimed at its head and shot an arrow, but the accuracy was still a little off, and the arrowhead pierced the zombie's neck.
After hearing the sound, the zombie turned its head, stared at the two of them with its turbid eyes, and staggered over.
The zombies' attack power in the early days of the apocalypse is not very strong. If people can muster up the courage to face them, they can still fight for a chance of survival.
"You still need to practice your accuracy." Seeing that the arrow missed the target, Zhao Zemu handed the weapon he had modified to Song Qingqing, raised his chin slightly in the direction of the zombies, and said, "Go, go and kill the zombies."
Song Qingqing pointed at herself in confusion, "Me?"
Zhao Zemu raised his eyebrows, "How about I go ahead? I just killed so many zombies, I'm tired."
As he spoke, Zhao Zemu took a step back, and it seemed that he was waiting for him to take action calmly.
It seems that Zhao Zemu is determined to let him face the zombies head-on... He hasn't even used his superpowers yet, this bastard.
Song Qingqing glanced at the zombie with a bloody face. It was getting closer and closer. She suddenly felt a little scared. She looked at the long dagger in her hand again, closed her eyes and calmed herself down.
When the zombie rushed over with its arms waving, Song Qingqing raised the long stick, and the end of the dagger just touched the zombie's chin. The zombies in the early stage were relatively fragile, so Song Qingqing clearly heard the subtle sound of the dagger piercing through the zombie's flesh, which made her scalp tingle.
The zombie was terrifyingly strong. Song Qingqing had to work hard to keep her body steady. She was almost knocked to the ground. She was gasping for breath and was in a stalemate with the zombie for a while.
Song Qingqing glanced at a chair at hand, grabbed it and pressed the zombie against the wall. With her other hand, she pulled out a long dagger and inserted it into the zombie's open mouth.
The smelly blood inevitably splashed onto Song Qingqing's hands.
The zombie with its head pierced struggled and twitched twice before it soon became motionless. Song Qingqing stabbed it twice more for safety, then collapsed on the ground exhausted. Her hands were still shaking from the excessive force. She breathed heavily and kept wiping her hands, trying to calm her fluctuating emotions quickly, and repeatedly hypnotizing herself in her mind.
She didn't kill people, but zombies, the common monsters in movies and TV shows...
After calming down, Song Qingqing suddenly had an idea: her current behavior of killing zombies obediently seemed inconsistent with her willful and mischievous personality?
How could the Green Tea and White Flower little drama queen kill zombies by herself? She should just cry and hide behind Zhao Zemu.
Song Qingqing's body froze instantly. She turned her head to look at Zhao Zemu, and sure enough, she saw his thoughtful gaze falling on her.
Seeing the girl's dazed expression, Zhao Zemu suddenly laughed. However, in Song Qingqing's opinion, the smile on Zhao Zemu's handsome face with deep contours seemed particularly terrifying at this moment. The way he looked at her thoughtfully just now and his current smile made her scalp tingle.
"Little Fox did a good job." Zhao Zemu was generous with his praise, but Song Qingqing was not happy at all.
Song Qingqing thought about it and decided to forget it. The mission only had two requirements: one was to make the mission object serve her, and the other was to survive. As long as she could complete these two tasks, it didn't matter what happened.
So Song Qingqing naturally stretched out her hands towards Zhao Zemu and said confidently, "You asked me to kill the zombies, so help me clean it up."
Song Qingqing was very satisfied with her tone, which was full of arrogance and the temper of a real young lady, and she used it in an imperative tone.
The girl's palm-sized face was full of a delicate expression. Zhao Zemu didn't say anything, but the smile in his dark eyes deepened a little, looking a little scary, and his smile was ambiguous.
Song Qingqing quickly became timid. She was afraid that Zhao Zemu would turn around and throw her out to feed the zombies, but she didn't want to just give in. It could be said that she was both timid and unwilling to admit defeat. She raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Zemu with some grievance.
The girl sitting on the ground looked at him pitifully with a pair of moist almond-shaped eyes. She pursed her lips and lowered her head, as if she was about to take her hand back. She looked very aggrieved, as if tears were about to fall at the next second.
A low laugh suddenly rang out in the quiet reading room. Zhao Zemu took out a pack of wet wipes from somewhere, took Song Qingqing's hand, and slowly and carefully wiped the blood off her hands with the tissue, from the fingertips to the gaps between her fingers. His service could be said to be quite considerate.
Song Qingqing raised her head and saw Zhao Zemu's handsome face with deep eyebrows and a serious expression.
After wiping it clean, Zhao Zemu put the wet tissue in Song Qingqing's arms and also stuffed a bottle of milk in it.
"Just stay here and I'll go upstairs to find your surviving classmates."
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