I couldn't help but shudder when I thought of this, grandma should not curse herself for a leg, it is more important to hurry up and find my classmates. I looked around at our dorm room, put on my coat first, then put on my backpack, and picked up a half-cut wooden mop stick that I had forgotten from somewhere, about a meter long, and I could defend myself if something happened to me. Although our body is a burden, we must still have a lot of strength. If you encounter something, no matter what you encounter, you can go up and stab him first, and then you will have to let him shed his skin if he doesn't die.

Looking around, there didn't seem to be anything left to hold, so I turned around and pulled the latch of the dorm door and walked out of the dorm room.

The corridor is still the same as before, quietly empty, the dormitory opposite is in the same class as me, the door is closed at this time, I gently pushed the door, it didn't open, it should be plugged in from the inside, I knocked softly twice, no one answered. I hope they're okay, I sighed and turned down the stairs.

When I was about to reach the third floor, I deliberately slowed down. Standing on the stairs and looking in the direction of the bathroom, the guy was lying motionless on the ground, there was a large pool of blood under him, maybe the back of his head was not lightly knocked down, blood and sewage mixed together, and he was covered all over his body - only then did I notice that this thing was none other than the sweeping uncle in our dormitory.

To be honest, I don't have a deep impression of this uncle, I just remember that he usually works very well, and he is quite an honest person, but unfortunately he died like this.

I thought to myself, but I didn't stop. Just as I was passing by the bathroom door, about to turn the corner and walk to the second floor, I suddenly felt that my left ankle was grabbed by my hand, and the cold touch gave me goosebumps all of a sudden.

I didn't care to look closely, I kicked my foot suddenly, shook off the cold hand, ran forward two steps quickly, and when I looked back, the sweeping uncle woke up at some point, staring at me with gray eyes, and his torn lower lip was stained with blood, and he was struggling to get up. It's a pity that the blood and sewage under his body became extremely slippery after mixing, and the back of his head was really not light, eighty percent of the cerebellum was broken, and the body couldn't keep balancing at all, so he kept touching the ground, but he couldn't get up.

I was taken aback by him, and I was standing there panting, and I didn't know how to look into his eyes, and my heart was on fire. Grandma has a leg, I have no grudge against you for a long time, and I have no enmity for a long time, but your sister has tried to be unfavorable to me again and again, anyway, you are already like this, and I will not give you any face. I strode up to him, grabbed him by the back collar, and dragged him up at once, dragged him to the side of the toilet in a few steps, pushed him into the toilet room, and then closed the toilet door with a bang, and then pinned the door from the outside.

Getting rid of the sweeping uncle, I turned around and walked out. When I went downstairs, I also deliberately glanced at the toilets on the second and first floors, and there was nothing unusual, if there was really anything abnormal, then it was too quiet, the dormitory building that used to be noisy and noisy, now it was really empty, except for me, there was no one, not even the aunt in charge.

Walking quickly out of the dormitory building to the outside, the surroundings were still empty, and the sun at four or five o'clock in the afternoon warmed my body, dispelling the chill in my body and heart a little. That's when I gradually woke up from the feeling of hangover. The first thing that comes to mind is, that sweeping uncle, has he really become a zombie?

If he hadn't turned into a zombie, then what was going on with his face, was he bitten by that mouse? More importantly, if he hadn't turned into a zombie, wouldn't I have become a murderer? First of all, I accidentally knocked him down, knocked him in the back of his head, and then abandoned him and went back to the dormitory. And when he passed by the second time, he was savagely thrown into the toilet. If you think about it this way, the problem seems to become a bit bigger.

But if Uncle Sweeping really becomes a zombie, then the problem seems to be even bigger, the end times described in film and television works, is it really happening around me like this?

What a beep dog.

Don't think about it so much, anyway, Uncle Sweeping is already a burp, and it's useless to think about it so much, so let's think about where my classmates have gone first.

I thought as I walked downstairs to the kiosk. The commissary is opened by an aunt, and there are not many things, but because it is very close to our dormitory building, we usually come here to buy things, eat, drink, smoke and everything.

The commissary is open, but my aunt isn't there. The windows weren't closed, and the TV under the cash register was on, but it was full of snowflakes and there was no signal. To be honest, I haven't seen this kind of TV snowflake for many years, I picked up the remote control on the table, and changed a few stations at random, all of them were snowflakes, and none of them had a signal.

What's going on, the TV is broken? Or is there something wrong with the TV station?

Today's events were so weird, I didn't bother to think about it, so I directly unzipped my schoolbag, stuffed a few packs of instant noodles, ham sausages and two bottles of water into the bag, and took two more Yuxi from the cash register. The dormitory brother is a few poor scum, and he usually smokes the white tower, and today is also a big time, and he has a good time.

Just as I was zipping up and carrying my backpack to my back, I suddenly felt the light dim in the room. I was facing away from the window, and the evening sun was shining through the window, casting a long shadow on the wall in front of me, and I noticed a shadow the size of a human head slowly peeping out of the window. I stood still, and the shadow didn't react. After a stalemate of almost a minute, I dared to look back at the window, and sighed in my heart, "Ninth brother?!"

Outside the window was the head of a dog, covered with dirty white hair, and it looked very familiar, but I wasn't sure if it was the one I knew. We have always had a small white pug downstairs, the body has been dirty, it seems that its owner has never bathed him, Brother Nine is the nickname we gave him, there are several similar cats and dogs, such as Little Fourteen and Uncle Seven and so on. Brother Jiu has always been unfriendly to us, probably because I scared him a long time ago, he was very nervous when he saw me, and if I moved a little bigger, he would yell at me.

But today's dog, I'm not sure if it's Brother Jiu, not for anything else, because he's too big. Brother Jiu is the size of an ordinary pug, and he may be thinner, but this dog is different, his head is about the same size as a human head, and he can't see the body now, so it is estimated that it must not be small.

It stands to reason that even if this dog looks like Brother Jiu, it is impossible for me to recognize him as Brother Jiu, but somehow, I remembered the mouse that I killed in my mind. It is likely that the rat grew to that size in a short period of time, and if my hypothesis is true, then the same thing is likely to happen to Brother Jiu.

In order to confirm my suspicions, I had to determine if the dog outside the window was Brother Jiu, and the best way to confirm this was to scare him and see if he would react in the same way as Brother Jiu. I did a usual action to scare Brother Jiu, in fact, generally scaring dogs can do this, that is, suddenly bend over, experienced dogs will instinctively want to run away, because they will think that you want to bend down to pick up stones and hit it.

However, the moment I bent over, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, but I had already made a move. The big dog outside the window was obviously startled, and instinctively shrank back, and the usual ninth brother should have barked at me immediately. And then, it dawned on me that I was stupid.

The reason why Brother Jiu usually barks at me is because he is afraid of me, and he can't beat me, but now he is about the same size as a person, how can he still be afraid of me. Obviously, Brother Nine was successfully provoked by me, and he stepped back, then bared his fangs at me and let out a low growl characteristic of a canine. Apparently he's not afraid of me, and it looks like he's still trying to settle old scores with me.

I didn't dare to move, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the wooden stick I had placed at the entrance of the commissary, and then silently measured the distance in my heart. If I suddenly rush over to get the wooden stick, Brother Jiu will definitely rush over at once, and I have a 60% chance of being able to grab the wooden stick in front of Brother Jiu, and then I will be able to compete with him.

But can I really beat such a big ninth brother? . .

Brother Jiu and I were silently stalemate for about a minute, feeling that my strength had almost recovered, and I suddenly rushed towards the wooden stick without warning. Brother Jiu was obviously taken aback by my movements, but his reaction was also very fast, and his movements were completely beyond my expectations, I originally thought that he would rush in through the door of the store, but I didn't expect him to jump in directly through the window and knock me to the ground in one fell swoop. I was wearing a leather jacket and carrying a backpack, Brother Jiu should have bitten my backpack, I was lying on the cold concrete floor, feeling a huge force frantically tearing my backpack, Brother Jiu's sharp claws kept scraping my back. While my clothes were not yet slashed, I quickly reached out and picked up the wooden stick that was close to me, lay on the ground and suddenly turned over, and poked at Brother Jiu's backhand.

I poked it, but it didn't work, I really regretted not carving a tip on the stick, the ninth brother was just poked by me, and then he pounced on me even more frantically, I quickly used the stick to hold its big mouth, and stalemate with it. Brother Jiu's mouth was blocked by me, but after all, he was just an animal, and he only thought that he could bite me as long as he moved forward, but he didn't know that he could get rid of this wooden stick that stopped him from biting me by taking a slight step back, and its claws kept scraping my clothes, and I felt that the clothes on my stomach were about to be shredded. At this time, I suddenly put up the wooden stick in my hand, and Brother Jiu's big mouth was twisted by me like this, and he suddenly felt a little pain, and he wanted to close his mouth with a wail. How could I let him succeed so easily, as soon as Brother Jiu retreated, I pushed forward, and the wooden stick in my hand was still tightly stuck in Brother Jiu's mouth. Brother Jiu still wanted to retreat, but at this time I already had room to exert my strength, so I turned over and sat up, and with a force, I pressed Brother Jiu directly under him.

The ninth brother under him kept wailing, Struggling, I pressed the weight of my whole body on the wooden stick in my hand, Brother Jiu's two hind paws kept digging my stomach, but I didn't dare to dodge, I was afraid that the strength on my hand would be loosened if I moved a little, so I had to tighten my stomach hard, and pressed Brother Jiu hard, and at the same time, the wooden stick in my hand was shocked and pressed, and Brother Jiu was no longer good, I could feel that it was struggling less and less, and the wailing was getting weaker and weaker, but I didn't dare to relax at all, and I pressed him for a quarter of an hour, until he was completely lifeless.

I didn't have any strength at all, I hadn't eaten in the first place, and I had just fought hard again, and I had collapsed at this time, lying on the corpse of the ninth brother softly, panting heavily, unable to move.