Survival Paradox [Infinite]

Before dawn, the rain gradually subsided, and the sky revealed a blue-white morning light.

Wei Yuan quietly sneaked into the bag depository.

He and Zhang Tingyun's mother and daughter hid in the cleaning room all night. After six o'clock, he decided to try to find food again.

He was already so hungry that his chest was stuck to his back, not to mention that he always had the impression in his memory that "you will die if you don't eat for three days or drink water for seven days". Escaping would be a problem, and it would be better to take risks now than to take risks at that time, and you can still be a full-fledged ghost on the road.

After some deliberation, he thought it was best to set off at this point—the security guards patrolling at night had been slackened, and the security guards on duty during the day hadn't arrived yet.

His brother said that the facilities in the library should not be destroyed - he thought his brother's words could be trusted, but he could not believe everything blindly, and he had to understand creatively - he might starve to death if he didn't destroy it.

Moreover, when he thought of the wet eyes of Zhang Tingyun's daughter named Wenwen, who was so hungry and crying, he felt that as a grown man, he had a glorious mission to feed the cubs of the same kind.

He came to the bag depository, and encountered no twists and turns along the way, and his footsteps made a slight sound on the glamorous floor. He was glad that he didn't wear sneakers just to pretend.

He bypassed a security guard who was drowsy and his head was hanging on his stomach, turned the last corner, and entered the locker room.

He walked around to the row where the three of them kept their bags, and was shocked to find that all the cabinets in the row opposite them had been opened.

Someone came to find food before him?

He was thinking about it when he suddenly felt a chill in his ankle, and his first reaction was that he should have listened to his grandfather and cut down on cropped pants.

A hand reached out from the bottom row of cabinets and grabbed his ankle.

He immediately bit the tip of his tongue to force himself not to scream.

This locker is forty in width and eighty in height, it is impossible to accommodate an adult!

But the hand holding him was obviously the hand of an adult man.

What's going on in the closet?Wouldn't it be a bunch of hands and feet like in the elevator?

He wanted to run, but he still remembered that there was a dozing security guard at the door, so he couldn't make any big noise.

What now?

He tried to twitch his foot, but it didn't work, and the hand grabbed him tightly.

"Help...help me..." A weak voice came from the closet, looking like a gossamer, "help me, friend..."

Wei Yuan was about to cry: "I helped you, who will help me, my friend..."

When Wei Chi woke up, he knew it was getting late just by looking at the ceiling. He tilted his head slightly and saw Ji Jingzhe's sharp mandible.Ji Jingzhe was sitting cross-legged next to him, reading a book.

He sat up and asked, "Why didn't you ask me to get up and change shift?"

Ji Jingzhe: "Seeing that you slept soundly, besides, I'm not sleepy."

Wei Chi: "Then you sleep during the day."

Ji Jingzhe: "Success."

Wei Chi took out his phone to check the time, it was a quarter past seven.Looking around again, Fang Qingdi and Tang Muhua were not found: "Where are they?"

Ji Jingzhe: "I think it's seven o'clock, let them wash up."

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Tang Muhua helped Fang Qingdi back, the old man was quite surprised: "As you said, all those corpses have disappeared."

Ji Jingzhe: "Yeah, you can still see those people jumping around in front of you in a while."

The old man actually nodded his head and said to himself: "Interesting, interesting."

Wei Chi: "Since everyone is awake, let's brainstorm."

A few people sat around and started to discuss. Tang Muhua was young and his thinking was relatively active: "What are there on every floor? Books, lamps, potted plants, and... toilets!" She paused, "Could it be from sewer……"

Wei Chi glanced at Ji Jingzhe, and said, "I think you two have a common language."

Fang Qingdi said, "No, there is no bathroom on the sixth floor."

Tang Muhua: "What?"

Wei Chi was also surprised: "Why?"

Fang Qingdi: "The sixth floor is a collection hall. Books are either ancient or expensive. They cannot be borrowed, but can only be read on the spot. In order to protect these books, there is neither toilet nor drinking room on the sixth floor. It is convenient to go downstairs. .”

Wei Chi: "I see..."

Tang Muhua: "What about the book? Will every floor have the same book, and you can pass the level by turning a certain page and touching a certain line?"

Ji Jingzhe glanced at her: "Miss, do you know a lot?"

Tang Muhua laughed twice: "I have read a lot of novels."

Wei Chi looked at the bookshelves stacked on top of each other, and there were a vast number of books on them. If it was true as Tang Muhua said... this would have to find the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?

Subconsciously, he felt that something was wrong and the direction was wrong. According to the previous two experiences, the solution to the exit problem of this world was not accomplished by complex reasoning or a large number of screenings, but by finding a logical line that could justify itself.

After discussing for a while, Wei Chi felt his shoulders being lifted bit by bit, and he turned his head so that his cheek just touched the furry.

It was Ji Jingzhe dozing off.

Let you be brave.

Wei Chi originally wanted to push him awake and tell him to use a bench to sleep soundly, but when he stretched out his hand, he finally turned around and gently supported his head on his shoulder.

In this position, Wei Chi can see Ji Jingzhe's forehead, eyelashes and a little bit of nose tip just by turning his head slightly.

When Ji Jingzhe was a child, she was very thin, white and well-behaved, her small face was delicate and unusual, and she was as beautiful as a girl.Later, his height surpassed Wei Chi, but Wei Chi saw this process every day, so he didn't feel any difference. The impression in his heart was that this child was weak and beautiful, and needed protection.But after five years of separation, Ji Jingzhe came back this time, even taller, stronger, and darker, the delicate snow dumpling turned into a wheat color, and the whole person's temperament and aura were turned upside down, as if he had completely reminisced with Wei Chi The appearance of needing to be protected is completely irrelevant.

But so close, seeing his slightly flickering eyelashes and a little bit of the tip of his nose, time seems to go back quickly. From this angle, he can still see the beauty of the young man back then.

Tang Muhua was talking, but gradually lost his voice.

Fang Qingdi laughed: "You two have a good relationship!"

"We grew up together." Wei Chi said softly, and took another look at Ji Jingzhe, "We are brothers."

Ji Jingzhe slept until noon and woke up, sleeping pretty well, with Wei Chi's coat under his neck, which smelled of Wei Chi.

It took him a few seconds to wake up, and then he saw a white cloth on the bookshelf in front of him, with a black flower on it, shaped like a horned plum.

He sat up and saw no less than five such cloth strips on the front bookshelf.

He looked at other places, and there were these things on other bookshelves, which were not conspicuous, but if you looked carefully, they were not difficult to find.A little farther away, another staff member is continuing to put these cloth strips, pressing them under the books at a distance, and pressing them under some potted plants.

The library has returned to a very normal state. Many people are sitting in the reading area reading, and many are walking back and forth looking for books.

"Are you awake?" Fang Qingdi staggered back, followed by Tang Muhua.

Ji Jingzhe asked, "Where's Wei Chi?"

Fang Qingdi: "He's looking for clues, and the twelve o'clock we agreed on... probably will be back soon."

Ji Jingzhe pointed to these white strips and asked: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know." Tang Muhua said, "They started displaying these things as soon as they came to work today. I just went to the borrowing room in the East District to check, and they also have them."

Ji Jingzhe stood up: "If you don't know, just ask."

"Farewell..." Tang Muhua glanced fearfully at the back of the staff who was still posting the white note, "That little brother yesterday..."

Ji Jingzhe has already walked towards the staff member.

"Excuse me, what is this?"

The borrower has changed shifts. It is not the fat lady who stabbed the architect's throat with a knife yesterday, but a man in a plaid shirt.This man is quite tall, only a little shorter than Ji Jingzhe, with a square face and a straight nose, and Zhou Zheng's appearance, but the black eyes seem a little too big, and there are very few whites. Tang Muhua looks at him from three rows of bookshelves and finds him scary. Seeing Ji Jingzhe pat him on the shoulder and talking to him, his heart jumped into his throat.

The borrower, however, was very peaceful, and did not suddenly go on a rampage as she imagined, saying, "This is for the old curator."

Tang Muhua's heart turned cold in an instant.

Due to her professionalism, she is very sensitive to all kinds of written materials, especially to people's lives.Although she doesn't come to the Provincial Library often, the portrait of the old curator hangs in the center of the hall. When she applied for a library card, she remembered something about it—the national hero, who preserved the fire of local civilization during the Anti-Japanese War, and risked his life to protect it. He killed [-] Red Army soldiers, and later joined the People's Liberation Army. Unfortunately, he was glorious and heroic on the eve of liberation.

She grabbed Fang Qingdi's sleeve and felt a little trembling: "Fang, Grandpa Fang... Are there really ghosts in this world?"

Fang Qingdi glanced at her, quite confused: "You have encountered all this, are you still afraid of ghosts?"

The borrower then said to Ji Jingzhe: "The old curator loves this library very much, and he will come back every fifteenth day."

Tang Muhua felt that he was about to pass over.

At this time, someone patted her on the shoulder from behind.

She didn't come up in one breath, when she heard Wei Chi's voice: "What are you doing?"

Tang Muhua: "Why are you filming me? Don't you know that people scare people to death?"

Wei Chi was confused: "It's broad daylight, what are you afraid of?"

Tang Muhua: "If you heard what the borrower was saying just now, it looks like you're still standing and talking without back pain!"

Wei Chi looked in the direction of her finger, saw Ji Jingzhe and the borrower, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Tang Muhua: "You can ask him later."

At this time, Ji Jingzhe finished talking with the borrower, and frivolously made a "see you" gesture with the borrower, walked back, saw Wei Chi, and smiled happily: "Chi Chi! You're back!"

Wei Chi: "What did you ask?"

"He said that the old curator would come back on the [-]th of every month, and he wouldn't be so grand every time. This time, it was more formal because it hit 'July and a half' again." Ji Jingzhe thought for a while, and said, "He also said that the old curator liked jiaomei and often compared himself with jiaomei..."

Tang Muhua has been observing Wei Chi: "Why are you not afraid at all?"

Wei Chi: "I already asked outside."