Chapter 4 An unreliable team
From a rational perspective.
When there are a large number of zombies rioting in the corridor, the act of opening the door to save others——
It looks dangerous, but it's not safe at all.
But from Lu Bai's perspective, this is clearly the brighter side of human nature.
Without even a second of hesitation, Lu Bai rushed into the office and locked the security door.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The zombies roared and roared, accompanied by frantic slamming of the door.
This is not surprising.
After all, the duck that reached its mouth flew away, and even the zombies would be very angry.
Fortunately, the quality of this anti-theft door is very reassuring. It is still strong even after being beaten continuously.
After confirming that it was temporarily safe, Lu Bai had time to observe the situation in this office.
The office is quite large, with five desks and a cubicle of about ten square meters for storing documents and files.
However, the office is large and there are only three men and three women in it.
Except for a middle-aged female teacher who was about thirty or forty years old and wore thin-rimmed glasses, the others were all students in school uniforms.
The three boys are the fat guy who weighs almost 200 pounds, the sports student who is over 1.8 meters tall, and the Jarhead wearing glasses.
The pretty female classmate stood beside him, raised her index finger to her lips, and signaled him not to make a sound.
Lu Bai nodded clearly, listening to the movement outside the door gradually subsided, and his eyes stayed on the last girl.
The supple black silk was tied into a high ponytail, and she had a pair of long legs under a dark green plaid skirt. She was estimated to be over 1.7 meters tall.
"Hello!"
Seemingly noticing Lu Bai's gaze, the sports student pointed at Lu Bai, then looked at the pretty girl and added: "Wu Ya, I'm warning you, next time you do something, you'd better discuss it with everyone first. one time."
"There is no time to discuss..."
The delicate girl named Wu Ya subconsciously retorted.
The sports student didn't, or rather didn't bother to argue with a little girl, and turned to look at Lu Bai with suspicion.
To be exact, everyone present looked at Lu Bai with more or less suspicion.
The reason lies in the blood-stained sword in Lu Bai's hand.
This is not the American version of a school shootout. Carrying an exaggerated control knife on his body is really out of the ordinary.
The sports student raised his finger and said, "Please go and stay in the cubicle by yourself."
Hearing this not very polite instruction, Lu Bai unconsciously smiled on his face.
Wu Ya quickly pulled Lu Bai and explained in a low voice: "Classmate, don't be angry. Ke Jianghao doesn't mean any harm. He is just worried about everyone's safety... Well, you haven't been bitten anyway. Just come out in ten minutes."
Hearing this, Lu Bai raised his eyebrows.
Who are you to assume my species?
To be honest, he feels that his current physical fitness is no different from that of a zombie.
And with that fragile partition wall, it wouldn't be able to contain any zombies at all.
After looking around, I found that although the others did not speak, they all expressed the hope that he would go in and isolate himself.
The boy wearing glasses shivered slightly when Lu Bai's eyes swept over him.
"Okay."
Lu Bai agreed casually, walked into the compartment, and even closed the door on his own initiative.
He moved a stack of documents from the display shelf, sat on it, and stretched with his back against the wooden door.
He traveled to the present and rarely had such a relaxing time, and his whole temperament became lazy.
After a brief contact, he also had a rough judgment on this "survivor team".
The Virgin who takes risks to save people, the cowardly man with glasses, and the teacher who can't handle things.
"I always feel that the necessary conditions for group destruction have been achieved..." Fortunately, my health bar is relatively thick.
Thinking of this, Lu Bai held the sword blade and exerted slight pressure on his thumb, causing the blade to cut a gash in his fingertips.
He calmly observed the blood leaching from the wound.
really.
In just a few breaths, the bleeding stopped. Even if he squeezed it deliberately, no more blood would leak out.
“The speed of self-healing depends on the area or severity of the wound?”
Although it is unclear whether there are other levels besides the gold and silver level ability pools.
But if this so-called death match is regarded as a game of chicken, in theory it should guarantee a certain degree of fairness.
But no matter how you look at it, this self-healing ability is obviously stronger than a long sword that can be taken away casually.
A more advanced ability pool is my golden finger?
Lu Bai raised his hand and rubbed his chin, and glanced at the current ranking. The number of survivors became 376.
The elimination rate has obviously slowed down a lot. It seems that most "players" have already survived the initial turmoil and have found a safe place.
【bite! 】
[This death match has been started for half an hour, and the current positions of all death fighters have begun to be announced. 】
[The next positioning announcement will be in two hours. 】
A mechanized beep sounded in his mind, and at the same time, a black-green picture that looked like a radar detection map appeared on the data panel in front of Lu Bai.
A waveform extending from the center of the screen rotated clockwise, sweeping out dense spots of light.
No need to be reminded, he immediately realized that the bright green light spots on the screen represented the so-called death fighters.
There is no doubt that if the location is reported every once in a while, it is unrealistic to want to stay in a certain place all the time.
"Why does it look like Dragon Ball Radar?"
Lu Bai stared at the positioning map, thoughtfully: "So the light spot representing yourself should be brighter?"
…
"Classmate, are you still there?"
Wu Ya's voice came from behind the door.
"Can I go out?" Lu Bai stood up and hung the Eight-sided Han Sword behind his back.
Creak~
The door of the compartment was carefully pushed open.
Wu Ya saw that there was no change in Lu Bai's body, and the nervousness on her delicate face suddenly disappeared without a trace.
She stepped aside and said, "As long as it's okay, by the way, my name is Wu Ya, what's yours?"
Lu Bai walked out of the cubicle, glanced sideways at her, and responded with a smile: "Lu Bai."
"Are you also a senior in high school? Why don't I seem to have seen you before?"
Ke Jianghao, the sports student, was sitting cross-legged on a desk.
"Maybe my sense of existence is relatively low."
Lu Bai shrugged, pulled out an office chair and sat down.
He now also discovered that, at least so far, he had no emotions such as anger or hatred at all.
This gave him a strong sense of separation.
Because his soul, or consciousness, clearly knew what it should feel like.
"Forget it, even the living dead have appeared anyway..."
Ke Jianghao's upper body leaned forward slightly: "I'm curious, where did you get that sword?"
(End of chapter)