Idol's Doomsday Survival Guide

Ji Nanze was awakened by a knock on the door.

He was already sleeping on the upper bunk next to the door, so if the door panel moved the slightest, he woke up.

The phone was pressed under the pillow, and the time popped up with a touch of a finger.

【04:14】

The people outside were still banging on the door.

All the roommates were snoring continuously, showing no signs of waking up.

He climbed out of bed a little unhappily, and at this moment, a WeChat message jumped out.He stepped on the cold climbing ladder, and the soles of his feet exploded with coolness.

The remote control board stumbled several times in the hanging basket, and he just hurriedly turned off the air conditioner.

He stood firmly on the ground, put on his slippers, and looked down at his phone.

Not signed.

It's not that he didn't develop the habit of making notes, it's estimated that this person just met by chance at most, there's no need for that.

When he was in the idol group, his assistant asked him to divide people into three, six, and nine classes.

Otherwise, trouble will come in clusters.

Ji Nanze was an idol before, but he was the type who was picked up by scouts and put on the shelves.Released a few tepid records, not much fame.

It wasn't until later that he had some fictitious scandals with his agent, and he retired from entertainment on his own, announcing that he would return to campus life.

This person should be his junior, ID is sun-nee, the profile picture does not show his face, let alone who he is.

He turned off his phone and asked through the door panel.

"Who are you looking for?"

No response.

He clicked his tongue and bent down to lie beside the cat's eyes.

From the imaging of the door mirror, it was almost dark, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly pounced a few times outside, and the door lock was almost knocked off.

Ji Nanze was taken aback, just as WeChat flashed a few more times.

Sun-nee: 【Senior, are you there? 】

[Yes, you say. 】

Sun-nee: [Are you in the dormitory now? 】

【right. 】

Sun-nee: [Well, listen to me now, no matter what happens, don't worry about it, mute your phone, or put on headphones, don't make too much noise. 】

Ji Nanze glanced at the shaking door and lowered his head.

【What's wrong? 】

Sun-nee: [I don't know the situation, it seems to be an attack, some thugs broke into the school.In short, don't worry about what happens!I still have urgent matters here, you should read this first, and I will contact you after the situation is under control. 】

thug?

Isn't that dangerous?

He had heard about foreign colleges and universities, news about gunmen breaking into the school.

It's just that guns and knives are clearly controlled here, so it should be...

It shouldn't be that dangerous, right?

[Did you call the police? 】

Sun-nee: 【Someone should have reported it. 】

With that said, he sent a link.

Ji Nanze grabbed his earphones from the table, put one on immediately, and clicked into the forum while he was vigilant about the situation at the door.

There is only one "." in the title of the post, and the host posted a 480P video without any explanation.

The progress bar buffers for three seconds, and the video starts playing automatically.

The video should not have been edited, so it was cut from a black screen to a shaking picture.

Looking at the markers, it should be taken directly from the window on the seventh floor of the male dormitory building, and the picture shakes very badly.

The shooting location was at the school gate, and it was still in the middle of the night.

He looked at the posting time again, 15 minutes ago.

The video continues.The knocking on the door continued.

He pressed the headset, visibly disturbed.

Even though the picture quality is extremely low and the scene can only be roughly distinguished, it is not difficult to notice the closed big iron gate.

It has been quite some time since the opening hours of the school district, but a few furtive figures are still wandering along the street, pulling at the iron gate and rattling the chain at the same time.

Ji Nanze felt a little nervous when he thought of the person who was trying to knock down the door outside the dormitory at this time.

The security guards on patrol were quickly attracted by the noise they made, raised their hand and pointed at the nose of one of them, and pulled out a baton from their belt to demonstrate.

But the people outside the railing didn't seem to be aware of it at all. When they saw someone approaching, their entire arms were exaggerated to the point that they stretched in from between the narrow railings.

The screen shook again, and when he looked at it again, the security guard had already been grabbed by several hands.

Those people frantically twisted their necks as if they were convulsing, their cervical spine twisted into an incredible arc, and their bluish-white fingers tore his flesh all over the ground.

【Fuck, did you catch it?Is his nose broken? 】

[Stop fucking talking!It can't be a terrorist, can it? 】

In the video, the cameraman screamed in panic, and the picture shook more and more seriously.

The screen flickered again, and the video stopped abruptly.

This is a mob?

How can it be!

In just a few minutes, Ji Nanze suddenly burst into cold sweat for no reason.

He immediately switched back to the chat window and found that the other party had sent a message.

Sun-nee: 【Did you read it? 】

[I read it.Let me tell you one thing. 】

[When you first contacted me, someone was banging on the bedroom door. 】

Sun-nee: […]

Sun-nee: 【Cannot open. 】

【I know, he refuses to leave. 】

He looked around the dormitory worriedly, and several people showed signs of waking up.

[My roommates are about to wake up, I'll tell them. 】

Sun-nee: 【Stabilize them first.Report the dormitory number, and I will find you. 】

【307】

Ji Nanze was a little curious. He clicked into the other party's circle of friends and found two selected photos.

The student's name is Zou Tu, he is from the Department of Physical Education, and his popularity has always been very good.He is a muscular and handsome young man with a strong body.

The two met at the student representative meeting. The 1.9-meter-tall junior was very shy, sunny and handsome in front of him. Ji Nanze had a good first impression of him.

As soon as he changed a note and put down his phone, the lower bunk rubbed his throat and shouted.

"Damn, is there something wrong with it? It's so loud in the middle of the night." He covered his ears with the quilt, but it didn't help, "Xiao Ji, what time is it?"

Ji Nanze was startled, stared at the door nervously, and said in a low voice, "It's past four o'clock. Keep your voice down."

"Lighten the wool. Damn, are you still playing with your mobile phone? Hurry up and drive people away."

"There's an accident outside, and the forums are going crazy." Ji Nanze lowered his voice, "A junior said he was a terrorist, and told us not to open the door or make too much noise."

"Terrorist? True or false?"

Just like an infectious disease, when one person wakes up, the other roommates are quickly tossed by the lunatic outside the door.

Several people stared at the door and complained in one voice.

"Stop talking."

"Can you fucking believe this? At four o'clock, terrorists? If they were terrorists, why would they just knock on the door instead of tearing down the door? It's probably a drunk who came from somewhere. You can also believe fake news in the forum, it's funny."

Ji Nanze remembered Zou Tu's explanation, and hurriedly stopped him.

"Don't get down, go back to sleep," he said, "stay away from the door."

"Sleep ass. Besides, it's all the police's business. We ordinary people, what can we do in case? We think so much." The lower bunk didn't think so, and yawned and came to the door, "You are Worrying, I don’t know how long the bastard outside will be knocking, if we knock all night, we won’t have class?”

As he spoke, he pushed aside Ji Nanze who was blocking the door, and grabbed the handle.

"go back--"

He grabbed the opponent's wrist, trying to drag him behind him.At this time, the door lock suddenly "clicked".

The lock cylinder broke.

The door "squeaked" and opened a small crack, letting in a glare of light.

Ji Nanze's face was a little pale.

***

Blood was seeping down the cracks in the wooden bat.

Zou Tu has a bone conduction earphone on his right ear, and an old-fashioned MP3 in the pocket of his hoodie is playing a song on a loop.

As he kicked out the rhythm with the rhythm, he kicked a bloody head into the shadow of the corner.He bit one end of the bandage, wrapped it tightly on the back of his hand, tied it up in circles, and finally wiped away the blood spattered on his chin.

The blood was not his, but someone else's.

Of course, he didn't care too much.

The pocket of the sports shorts did not move for a long time. He nervously took out his mobile phone, but he did not expect the blood on his hand to wipe the lips of the model in the screen saver. He quickly wiped it off with his clean fingers.

On it was an uncommonly beautiful face, with bleached silver hair and black cross earrings, with such a clean temperament that even the morning sun was still dancing in the ends of his hair.

This is a snapshot of Ji Nanze shooting a three-pointer on the basketball court at that time. The angle is a bit distorted, but it is still quite good-looking.He is naturally fair-skinned, modest and polite, and he doesn't seem to be particularly compatible with sports.

Zou Tu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to run away with the club on his shoulder.

A skinny boy hurriedly chased after him: "Eh? Brother Zou, why are you going? The mess here hasn't been cleaned up yet?"

"I have to go out and pick up someone." He didn't stop, "You stay here."

As he spoke, his gaze stayed on the ground for a short while.

This is the gymnasium that was temporarily open to them. Blood was flowing on the clean floor in the past, and corpses were strewn about one after another.

Some of them are classmates and some are teachers.

No one knew what was going on, and no one thought it would turn out like this.

When he came to his senses, all that lay on the ground were corpses with indistinguishable faces, and the images that were brutally left in his memories.

The thin monkey thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "The one with a very beautiful face and white hair, who is said to have been an idol? He is in the art department. Brother Zou, you know that the art department is not on the same campus as us, right?"

"If you know, you have to go." Zou Tu pushed open the door of the gymnasium, and a stench came in his nostrils.He turned his head, and solemnly explained to the thin monkey, "Remember to close the doors and windows tightly to protect other people. I'll knock on the window three times, and you just let us in."

"Okay, okay." Skinny Monkey nodded his head, "Brother Zou, hurry up, I think some bastards have already gone to the dormitory floor."

"Don't be afraid." Zou Tu looked at the staggering figures everywhere on the playground. They seemed to have noticed the bloody smell all over their bodies and came towards the gymnasium.His voice was very deep, "... I'm here, don't worry about it."