reverse rescue

The air-raid shelter is a remnant of the war of the last century. It is damp and cold inside. The surrounding walls are slightly uneven rocks, and the simple plaster on the walls has long since become mottled.

It may be due to the long-term closure and the lack of air circulation. There is a faint smell of chest tightness and depression in the air-raid shelter. Combined with the faint electric lights above the head and the messy, echoing footsteps, it is a classic scene of a classic horror movie. on site.

But now, in this air-raid shelter, there is neither the spider spirit of Pansi Cave nor the scorpion spirit of Pipa Cave. There is only a pale, skinny, sunken eye socket, who walks neither too fast nor too slow, and insists that silence is golden. ...middle-aged man.

From opening the door to now, the man said a total of three sentences.

First sentence: Survivor?

The second sentence: soldiers?

The third sentence: come in.

So, strictly speaking, this person said a total of three words, a total of eight characters.

Out of concern for the general public, Captain Bai deliberately packed half a backpack of canned food and mineral water, and planned to go deep into this private survivor base to conduct on-site investigations.

However, reality often always gives people unexpected surprises.

Three minutes later, Bai Yue, who was standing by an old-fashioned Eight Immortals table, widened his eyes: "You are the only survivor in such a big air-raid shelter??"

The only survivor staggered, found some dirty cups from a box in the corner and put them on the table. Hearing this, he rolled his eyelids and said weakly, "At first no one wanted to talk to me. When I came in, I felt that it would be safe to run out of the city, but the virus, there is no such thing as a city or a city.”

Bai Yue rubbed his chin, looked at the empty glasses on the table, took out two bottles of water from his bag, and threw them to Feng Biao who was next to him: "Da Biao, pour water."

Feng Biao took the mineral water, forced himself to ignore the suspicious substance that looked like dust on the cups, turned around and wiped it casually with his clothes, and poured half a glass of water into each cup.

Bai Yue took half a glass of water and handed it to the "Weak Willow Yingfeng" in front of him. The middle-aged man who always felt that he might fall down at any time saw his Adam's apple rolled, couldn't help but swallowed, and then said: "I am a special agent of the army. Bai Yue, an active soldier in the war force, is leading eight team members to go out to carry out a secret mission, I don't know what you call it?"

The middle-aged man took the water glass and poured it down fiercely. The cold water suddenly stimulated his chapped lips, and the fragile cracks burst open again, oozing traces of blood.

As if he didn't realize it, he looked at the half glass of water left in Ge Tu's hand and said, "My name is Zhan Qingfeng, and I'm a physics teacher at H Provincial University."

It should be due to the long-term lack of water. In the first grade of junior high school, I couldn't hear it, but when the sentences were too long, this person's voice showed a shriveled hoarseness, like a stone being ground on sandpaper, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, against the breeze and bright moon, the moss and the clouds are exaggerated.

Zhan Qingfeng is the name of a scholar at first glance.

Gu Zhou sat on a bench by the wall, unconsciously pinching his cheeks with both hands, feeling a bit difficult.

It would be okay if they didn't meet, but now they met a living person, next, do they need to take this person on the road?

"Physics teacher?" Bai Yue looked around. This air-raid shelter is composed of a main road and a branch road. The fork is not far from the cave. They are now at a temporary gathering point coming from the main road.

The reason why it is called a temporary gathering point is because the words are neatly painted on the wall with red paint, which is terrifying no matter how you look at it.

There is an Eight Immortals table in the middle of the gathering point, there are many benches by the wall, and a few wooden boxes are piled up in the corner. From a rough look, there is no food or power generation equipment.

However, seeing that Zhan Qingfeng was half dead, but still didn't look like a dead body immediately, these things should all be in another passage.

This is somewhat intriguing.

Bai Yue took another cup full of water from the table, handed it to Zhan Qingfeng, and then signaled Feng Biao to take the remaining half bottle of water to Gu Zhou who was sitting by the wall. Gu Zhou was pinching his face in a daze.

What kind of weird hobby is this?Is it okay to pinch your face?

It's not a pinching game.

Bai Yue complained silently in his heart, but for some reason, he always felt that this action was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, so he frowned in distress.

Zhan Qingfeng looked at his face, thinking that he drank too much, so he smiled awkwardly, and handed the water glass to Doctor Xiaoye who was lying on the table and pretending to be dead.

Dr. Xiaoye was highly myopic, and under such dim light, he couldn't see the monsters in the water glass clearly, so he drank the water in one gulp, adhering to the good faith of living up to the enthusiastic people.

Why does it have a weird smell?

……

At dinner time, the special soldiers who had been hungry for most of the day squatted next to a small electric pot filled with bubbling canned noodles. Not far away, Feng Biao was humming beside a small hand-cranked generator turning the handle.

Gu Zhou held an empty tin box, stared at the thin white flour pot, and felt sad for the richness of the air-raid shelter and the poverty of the shelter.

Brother Qingfeng, an emotional man, is not running out of ammunition and food, suffering from hunger, but simply running out of pure water!

Not far away, Bai Yue went to fetch a few more cans, passed by Feng Biao, and thoughtfully praised the comrade's spirit of self-sacrifice, in exchange for Feng Biao to sigh deeply.

Gu Zhou silently withdrew his gaze, and whispered to Luo Changhe next to him, "Is Da Biao also like this before?"

Luo Changhe looked at Feng Biao who was gnashing his teeth in confusion: "What kind? Do you work as a coolie?"

Gu Zhou nodded: "I am always persecuted by class enemies."

Before Luo Changhe could reply, Bai Yue, who had already approached, keenly located the source of the suspicious voice, walked over suspiciously, squatted between Gu Zhou and Luo Changhe, looked to the left and then to the right, and decided to pick the familiar one first. Persimmon squeezed, squinted his eyes and asked Luo Changhe: "What did you two say just now? I seem to have heard some persecution?"

Luo Changhe's expression didn't change and his heart skipped a beat: "Oh, we're saying that all great people will always be persecuted by hostile forces before they become famous."

Bai Yue turned to look at Gu Zhou suspiciously: "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Gu Zhou patted him on the shoulder and said kindly, "Because Da Biao is so pitiful."

Luo Changhe: ...

Bai Yue:?

"Chuan'er, are you cursing me in a corner?" Bai Yue grinned grinningly, stretched out his hand and pinched the back of Gu Zhou's neck, perhaps feeling a little itchy, Gu Zhou's left ear couldn't help but Moved slightly.

Bai Yue let go of his hand instantly, and said with some doubts, "Chuan'er...do you know that your ears can move?"

Gu Zhou's ears moved again.

"What, envy?"

Bai Yue couldn't help but want to stretch out his hand to pinch it, but Gu Zhou spotted it sharply, and knocked it off with a snap.

"No, it feels so strange. I used to know a person whose ears would move when he was tickled."

But I can't seem to remember who it is...

Bai Yue was finally honest, and then fell into deep thought. This was the second time today that he had this strange feeling of deja vu.

Who is it like?

"There are too many people with moving ears." Gu Zhou replied nonchalantly.

The people squatting around watched the whole interaction, expressing that they hadn't seen it.

At this moment, Zhan Qingfeng, who had disappeared for a while, suddenly appeared in front of everyone holding a cardboard box.

The box was half open and placed on the ground, inside was a small half box of Kang Moufu Braised Beef Noodles.

Nine brothers and sisters who had never been allowed to eat instant noodles burst into tears.

The white noodles in this pot are suddenly not fragrant.

Bai Yue took the lead to pick up two packs of instant noodles: "Brother Zhan, the organization thanks the people for their generosity, so I won't be polite...haha." At the end, he smiled awkwardly to cover up his constant saliva.

Then, Gu Zhou, who followed closely behind, was instantly stuffed with a pack of instant noodles in his arms, and the instigator left with a satisfied expression on his face.

Doctor Xiaoye: "I'm sore..."

Luo Changhe: "Accept your fate..."

Ge Tu, Cheng Zhi, Cheng Yuan, Zhao Tiantian: "I'm sore too..."

Gu Zhou glanced at this group of people inexplicably, and then happily went to instant noodles.

After a while, there was a sound of sucking from the bench next to the wall, and Zhan Qingfeng was the only one sitting at the Eight Immortals table in the middle, eating canned boiled white noodles, which seemed more delicious than instant noodles.

Then, Feng Biao, who was holding the instant noodles with excessive force, sat down on the Eight Immortals table.

The old-fashioned Eight Immortals table was a bit high for Zhan Qingfeng. When eating noodles, his sleeves would inevitably slide down, revealing half of his wrist. Feng Biao buried his head in eating noodles, and when he raised his head accidentally, he vaguely saw a pinhole on the inside of the man's forearm. It looks like a scar, but the light is dim, and it is covered by the sleeves, it is really hard to see clearly.

by the wall.

"Xiaoye, you ate so fast that your face turned red."

Zhao Tiantian made some teasing voices.

"Really?" Dr. Xiaoye touched his face, it seemed a little hot, and it must have been blushing, so he covered it with the back of his hand, and said with a smile, "I'm thin-skinned."

Gu Zhou heard the sound and looked over.

I saw that Dr. Xiaoye's entire cheeks and neck turned pink, and a sickly red blood appeared on his face. Some thin sweat oozes from his forehead, and three or two strands of hair stick to his forehead like this.

Gu Zhou frowned and walked over. The people around seemed to sense something and looked over with some vigilance.

"Xiaoye, don't eat it yet, wipe off the sweat." Gu Zhou approached, and saw that the sickly bright red color was more obvious, so he said solemnly.

Doctor Xiaoye reacted a little slowly. He wiped his forehead with the corner of his clothes, then put his palm against the center of his entire forehead, felt it, and his eyes flashed: "Brother Zhou... I seem to have a fever..."

……

"Impossible! Xiaoye was in the car the whole time, and she didn't even open the window, how could she be infected?!" Standing by the wall, Luo Changhe shouted with his neck stuck.

Doctor Xiaoye lay alone on the table of the Eight Immortals, and said listlessly: "It is true that I have never come into contact with zombies, but I really can't remember whether I have come across something with dirty blood..."

The rest of the people also stood by the wall, their eyes full of worry.

Intense discussions continue.

Ge Tu: "Just having a fever doesn't mean it's an infection, right?"

Cheng Zhi: "That is, before the virus broke out, everyone had a fever two or three times a year when they were free."

Bai Yue: "That's you, I haven't had a fever once in ten years."

Cheng Zhi: "...don't compare Xiaoye with you, Captain."

Ge Tu: "Xiaoye is really safe in the co-pilot. There is Dahe on the left and me behind. If there is anything, it should be me and Dahe, not Xiaoye."

……

Gu Zhou listened quietly, then walked to the other side of the Eight Immortals table, and asked, "Xiaoye, besides fever, do you have any other discomfort?"

Xiaoye nodded: "I'm dizzy... I feel like everything is spinning in circles."

"When did the fever start?" Gu Zhou continued to ask.

Xiaoye thought for a while in a daze: "I don't know, it's probably time to eat."

"What about the dizziness?"

"About 10 minutes ago, and it seems to be getting stronger..."

At this time, Dr. Xiaoye seemed to be cold, and suddenly trembled all over, and then coughed twice violently while covering his mouth.

I saw a little bit of dark red blood in the palm of his hand, mixed in some sticky saliva, looking hideous and terrifying.

Not far away, Zhan Qingfeng, who avoided the crowd and didn't participate in the discussion, looked over quietly, and then glanced away as if nothing had happened.

Gu Zhou reached out his hand to stop the people who wanted to check.

"Xiaoye, you are infected."

The author has something to say:

Bai Yue: I am a man with a good memory

Gu Zhou: Hehe