At dawn, Feng Jing was woken up by his stomach growling.
Since he drank a carton of milk yesterday, he didn't eat even a grain of rice and had to drink a lot of water before he could barely fall asleep.
Feng Jing quickly got up and tried to take a few steps in the bedroom, but his knees still hurt slightly.
Opening the bedroom door, I happened to meet Xue Ning who also opened the door and came out.
Their eyes met, Feng Jingcai finally had time to look at Xue Ning, and a description in the book came to mind:
Even without makeup, her eyebrows are like green feathers and her muscles are like mutton fat. She is wearing pajamas, which does not conceal her graceful figure and graceful figure. Her malnutrition adds a touch of weakness, making her lovable.
"What are you looking at? We don't know each other in one night?" Xue Ning, whose face was filled with peach blossoms, was the first to break the silence.
Feng Jing, who boasted that he had read countless films, couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He was only associated with the word "nuan" at most. How could he behave so rudely, so he had to avoid this topic.
"Good morning, Sister Xue, is Tongtong still sleeping?"
"My belly keeps waking me up and I can't sleep." A little man appeared from behind Xue Ning, rubbing his belly and saying with an aggrieved look.
"Tongtong!" After shouting, Xue Ning did not continue, but lowered her head and hugged her daughter tightly.
After being hungry for almost a day, she had said countless comforting words, but the child never cried or fussed. As a mother, she really couldn't bear to be harshly criticized.
Feng Jing was touched by the mother and daughter's strength: "Don't worry, uncle will conjure up some food for you later, and make sure your stomach doesn't growl again." After saying this, his stomach growled at an inappropriate time.
"Pfft!"
Xue Ning couldn't help but turned her head away, and Feng Jing could only scratch his head and laugh together with Tongtong.
Laughter diluted her hunger. Xue Ning asked Tongtong to go to the bedroom to read a fairy tale book. She and Feng Jing came to the living room to discuss the follow-up plan.
"How's the knee injury?"
"It still hurts a little bit, but fortunately my walking is not affected, but I can't exert my strength a little bit. If I have to take care of it for another day -"
"How about it?"
Feng Jing smiled and said: "That would make it even less effective."
This sentence made Xue Ning's mouth curl up again.
Regarding the current situation, Feng Jing talked a lot with Xue Ning yesterday, and he also learned from her the reason why she was able to seize the opportunity to enter his house.
It turned out that she had noticed the movement in the corridor since the first battle, and she had seen Feng Jing carrying things back and forth several times.
Including going out to hunt later, she had nothing to do and she almost witnessed the whole process. It was during this period that she made sure the corridor was safe before thinking about sneaking out to get some food.
Feng Jing's ajar door was an unexpected surprise to her. Even so, she didn't dare to take more. If she wasn't greedy, she would be afraid of being discovered and causing unnecessary trouble.
She thought that as long as the community was cleaned up by Feng Jing, she could go out to find food by herself.
It was not until these two days, after seeing the exchanges between Feng Jing and Wang Tao, Wang Tao's trusting performance in critical moments, and the difficulties she faced herself, that Xue Ning finally decided to take the risk to save her.
Talking everything out greatly increased the trust between the two. Feng Jing also told her his thoughts on breaking the situation. All that was left was to perfect the plan and implement it.
The plan is simple. If the door doesn't work, you can only go through the window.
The most important reason why I have never considered it, apart from the high risk for one person, is - fear of heights!
Yes, Feng Jing is afraid of heights!
He didn't know which level he was in. For him, the second floor was his limit. This was because he had lived on the second floor in his hometown for many years.
The rest of the time, not to mention the urge to jump when I stand on a high place, my palms get sweaty even when I see videos taken by others.
In the past, no matter whether it was a school organization, a class reunion, or a company team building, as long as there was mountain climbing activities, I would refuse them. Seeing others happy was a torture for myself both physically and mentally.
There is still no way to avoid what is coming, and the situation is even more dangerous.
According to Feng Jing's previous observations, there were no zombies on the lower floors of 1001, but his experiences in the past few days made him understand that nothing was foolproof and he could only give it a try.
The bed sheet and quilt cover used to make the rope can only support down to 901. Considering Feng Jing's weight and knee injury, the further down, the greater the risk.
He threw the rope he made from the living room window, took Xue Ning's husband's protective clothing and put it on, and hung a hammer on his waist. Feng Jing stood in front of the window, glanced downstairs, and quickly retreated.
Remove the guardrail inside the window, take a deep breath, and stand on the window sill.
Xue Ning pulled the rope tied to the legs of the sofa with both hands and warned: "Be careful!"
Feng Jing turned around and took a look. Her face was full of worry. She didn't care to enjoy more of the scenery. She said "Don't worry", grabbed the rope with both hands and climbed down.
When Feng Jing disappeared from the window, Xue Ning let go of the rope and ran to the door, banging the door desperately to make noise.
A few meters away, Feng Jing relied only on his hands and left leg for strength. His face was red, his veins were bulging, and big beads of sweat were rolling down. Every step he took was a great test for him.
Now he has long lost his fear of heights. He keeps testing his left foot downwards, thinking about where the next knot will be.
Finally, he crossed the last knot and stood on the window sill with his feet. Feng Jing, whose eyes were darkened, gasped for air and secretly glanced down. The ninth floor didn't seem to be that high.
After mixing his breath thoroughly, Feng Jing began to observe the situation in the living room of 901. No abnormality was found. He took the hammer with his left hand and slowly smashed the window. He carefully cleaned up the debris around the window before crossing the guardrail and entering the room.
After carefully checking around, Feng Jing felt a little bitter in his mouth. The good news was that there were indeed no zombies in the room, and the bad news was that there was no one there either.
The room was empty, with no sign that anyone had lived in it, no furniture, and certainly no food.
Fortunately, he had already made plans for various situations. Feng Jing returned to the living room, stretched out his head and looked up, and sure enough he saw Xue Ning, who was waiting anxiously.
Giving her a thumbs down gesture, she nodded and pulled the rope up. After a while, a bag containing an ax was brought down.
After dropping the hammer, Feng Jing took the ax out of the bag and weighed it: "I have to rely on you at the critical moment, brother!" Then he gestured "yeah" to Xue Ning and walked to the door to observe through the peephole.
Sure enough, the sound of banging on the door continued to be heard upstairs.
After waiting for two minutes and confirming that no zombies were passing by, Feng Jing quietly opened the door.
Although he was careful enough, the movement of opening the door was still noticed by a zombie nearest to him upstairs.
Ignoring it, Feng Jing rushed out of the room, holding the stairs with his left hand, jumping and jumping to avoid the corpses on the ground, and ran downstairs, picking up the shield on the way.
Maybe the zombies were concentrated on the tenth floor. Feng Jing ran to the door of his house without any obstruction, opened the door and entered the house smoothly.
Without caring to catch his breath, he quickly took out the pastry, tore open the bag and ate it with milk.
Feng Jing, who had eaten and drank enough, found his phone and turned it on to check the time, and took the time to rest.
He and Xue Ning agreed to knock on the door on the hour for three minutes. Now that there were still 20 minutes until the next hour, Feng Jing decided to wait one more time before taking action.
Time passed by second by second, and suddenly an alarm rang. Feng Jing, who had closed his eyes and fell asleep, quickly stood up and turned off the alarm clock. He stretched out and moved his body. The pain in his knees was forgotten and he observed for a while through the peephole. Opened the door and walked out.
A series of knocks on the door echoed in the corridor. Feng Jing closed the door and tiptoed downstairs with his ax and shield in hand. He checked each corpse on the way and was ready to strike at any time.
When he reached the first floor, he picked up the rope and locked the door again, and looked up.
It's hunting time!
After moving all the corpses to the outside of the stairs and rearranging the available blockades, Feng Jing walked upstairs step by step. Wanting to vent, he felt that his right leg was full of energy.
Safely walked to the ninth floor, hit the shield with an ax, and made a "Duang" sound.
"Hey, brothers, dinner is ready, go downstairs to get takeout!"
As expected, the zombies had a unique way of going downstairs, and they rolled down one after another.
Seeing the right moment, Feng Jing stepped forward with his ax and turned on the whack-a-mole mode. When he saw someone about to get up, he would bring down the ax fiercely, letting out the bad breath he had been holding in his chest for the past two days.
When I encountered something that I couldn't knock in time, I turned around and went downstairs, and continued on the next floor. The only time I encountered a crisis was when I ran too late because I was greedy for output. I was almost knocked down by the zombies rolling down the stairs, but fortunately I was safe.
After retreating to the seventh floor, all the remaining dozen or so zombies were eliminated. Feng Jing felt that his ax skills had greatly improved, his physical strength had also increased, and he was looking forward to the battle ahead.
He patched up the zombies that were still moving, went to 901 to check, and then walked to the top floor to confirm that the entire corridor was safe. Then he returned to 1001 and knocked on the door.
The door opened. Looking at Xue Ning who was fully armed and surprised and happy, Feng Jing stood still and showed a confident smile.
At this time, a gust of fragrant wind came into his arms, and he sniffed: "What brand of perfume is this? I've never smelled it."
Without thinking too much, he reached out and hugged her, and then slowly pushed Xue Ning away: "Sister Xue, you want to hug me while I change my clothes!"
"screw you!"
Feng Jing was punched in the chest, and Xue Ning continued: "You're not hurt, are you? Have all the zombies been cleaned up?"
"Unscathed, just a few zombies, a piece of cake!"
"Brother is back, great!" At this time, Tongtong poked her head out from behind and looked at him expectantly.
Feng Jing carried the ax and shield behind his back, placed it against the wall, and took it out of his pocket.
"Dang-dang-dang, look what this is?" What he was holding was a bag of cakes.
"Wow!" Tongtong ran over and reached out to take it, "Thank you, brother!"
"Eat slowly, don't choke." After Feng Jing said this, he looked at Xue Ning, who was looking at her daughter with a happy face.
Feeling his gaze, Xue Ning turned her head, and Feng Jing pointed downstairs.
Xue Ning understood the meaning: "Tongtong, eat slowly and stay at home first. Mom and uncle will go out for a while and will be back soon."
Seeing Tongtong nod, Xue Ning followed Feng Jing who picked up the ax and walked out of the room.
