Chapter 178: Dead Siege Practice (15)
For some reason, after the first complaint came out, the three of them subconsciously continued to talk, and before long, like pouring out beans, they confessed everything they had experienced in the student base in the past few days.
The first person to join the cafeteria stronghold was a girl. At that time, the student union radio station had just informed everyone of the stronghold's existence, and the organizers were also working tirelessly to help students escape. When she saw the ample self-defense weapons, the spacious stronghold, and the abundant food... she felt reborn and thought this was her final hope.
But soon, the girls found out that it was all an illusion.
Self-defense weapons were available, but only organizers were authorized to use them. The cafeteria was large, but most ordinary students could only hide in the first-floor lobby. The second and third floors were the organizers' exclusive territory—including all the food.
After two days, the girls only received three cookies. All their snacks and utensils were confiscated. Their hunger and weakness grew day by day, and they had no energy to escape to other bases.
"It's not like no one protested before, but the organizers threw the protesting students to the zombies right in front of us and forced us to watch them being eaten..."
Recalling those nightmarish scenes, all three of them choked.
So when the base began its so-called "qualified candidates selection," they all accepted it silently. But obedience didn't buy safety. More and more people were thrown out at night, and the wailing continued night after night. Every morning, looking out the window, they would see their former classmates staggering to their feet, bloodied and wandering around unconsciously.
The pain catalyzed fear, no one wanted to be a part of it, and the atmosphere in the stronghold became increasingly strange.
Just before being thrown out as cannon fodder today, the girl saw with her own eyes two students treating the injected strange liquid as some kind of god, kneeling and kowtowing with pious faces.
“Strange, why am I talking about this…”
The girl was also a little puzzled. She had almost forgotten these details. As long as she could survive, she would not mind the faith injection, even the faith toilet. But now she had unconsciously said it.
Fortunately, Tang Xinjue did not seem impatient. He listened calmly and then calmly rejected the three people's requests to curry favor with him.
Although a little disappointed, it was also within the three's expectations. They planned to rush to the next stronghold without stopping, pinning their hopes on finding a place full of normal people.
"By the way, I got separated from my roommates. If you meet them, could you please help give this to them?"
Tang Xinjue took out two pieces of paper with the contact information of the elderly's mobile phone and the locations of all the telephone booths in the school.
The three of them agreed immediately. Perhaps they were a little dizzy from hunger, and when they were about to leave, the girl remembered to ask, "Wait a minute, what does your roommate look like?"
Tang Xinjue was well prepared and said calmly, "Their portraits are on the back of the note."
The girl hesitated: "...Um, isn't that an abstract painting?"
Tang Xin Jue: "..."
After a few seconds of silence, she began to speak:
"One has the same hairstyle as you, but thinner on top, and a red pendant around his neck. The other is taller, and has a shovel exactly like mine."
"However, if you encounter the latter, remember to clarify your identity as soon as possible."
Tang Xin Jue added at the end.
"My roommate is a little bit irritable."
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
Zheng Wanqing shouted into the phone several times, but there was still silence. She looked along the landline line and discovered it had been cut at the source.
The door behind her made a hissing sound as it shook, and water gushed into the house through the cracks. She let out an impatient click, threw away the phone, picked up the shovel, jumped up, and crawled out through the ventilation window at the top of the wall.
As soon as I landed, I saw a student running out in panic, shouting, "It's leaking! The roof is leaking!"
"What's the fuss about? A little water leak is not worth making a fuss about."
Several students in uniform came out of the end room and started scolding.
"But, Senior Dong Jing, there's so much water!"
The student braked suddenly and the surging water behind him rushed over his knees and directly knocked him down from the stairs.
Only the stunned organizer of the stronghold was left there.
——In front of them, the ceiling of the corridor seemed to be pierced with countless holes, and water mixed with mist gushed out crazily from countless water pipes, rushing towards them in a mighty torrent!
Their first instinct was to run downstairs, avoiding the current. But after a few steps, they suddenly realized they should seek higher ground. Turning back, they saw a tall, unfamiliar woman rummaging through the room. She tapped the phone and gestured, "Is this okay? Let me make a call."
Several people: ??? Who are you?
Two minutes later, the dusty organizers of the stronghold were kicked out of the door, and the door was slammed shut in front of them, splashing water that soaked them to the bone.
The organizer, Dong Jing, wiped his face angrily and said, "Bah! A good man doesn't fight with a woman. I'll come back and deal with her later!"
There was wailing everywhere on the first floor.
When the organizers finally condescended to show up after the water level had subsided, they saw that all the students hiding on the first floor had become drowned rats and were crowded on the stairs.
——It was thanks to someone knocking on the door outside that everyone found the opportunity to work together inside and outside to break open a hole and let the accumulated water in the house flow out.
The three "newcomers" who happened to be the heroes were squatting below with confused looks on their faces.
They were clearly here to find the next shelter, so why did it feel like this place wasn't as safe as outside?
Unexpectedly, upon hearing the three people's origins, the organizers of the medical building suddenly changed their attitude and ordered them to be arrested:
"This flood was caused by the East Gate stronghold. We have reason to suspect you are the culprit!"
Three people:?
As they struggled frantically, they heard the organizer sneer:
"Don't think we don't know. You're just jealous of the prosperity here, so you sent spies here to investigate. But we also sent spies to your side a long time ago, but they were accidentally killed indiscriminately, which is why you escaped!"
Three people: ???
Seeing the students in the same weak state, how could I not understand?
Just out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den, they are all crazy!
The three, having exhausted their remaining strength, were powerless to resist, and one boy was even killed in the struggle. The remaining two could only watch in despair as they were tied up and taken to the third floor for "punishment."
As I passed the stairs, I ran into Zheng Wanqing who was walking towards me.
Stronghold Organizer: ...Fuck.
I almost forgot about this.
They exchanged a quick glance and tacitly ordered their helpers to turn around, saying nonchalantly, "The third floor is flooded too badly. Let's go to the second floor to deal with the spy first."
The girl who had given up suddenly shuddered, her eyes gradually brightening up from the dullness: "Boss...Boss's roommate?"
The huge shovel was so conspicuous that she couldn't ignore it.
Zheng Wanqing paused, her sleek neck slightly raised, and her eyebrows raised: "What?"
The girl said with difficulty: "A big boss named Tang asked me to find you and tell you her contact..."
The organizer of the stronghold sensed something was wrong and was about to knock the girl unconscious: "Are you still going to talk nonsense?"
After a heavy blow, the girl's ears buzzed and her blurred vision could only focus on Zheng Wanqing's beautiful face.
The boss also said to be careful of the roommate's bad temper... She thought dizzily that now she should be the one to remind the boss and the roommate to be careful, but unfortunately there is no chance anymore...
Bang!
A dark flash of light flew across the sky, and the shovel pierced the railing just five centimeters above her head. The iron rod used to knock them unconscious bounced back with pinpoint accuracy, striking the organizer's skull with a resounding symphony.
The girl woke up.
Wake up completely.
