Chapter 73: Fighting Yixin (Part 2)

The author has something to say: this is the second more, today's double change, the friends who did not watch the first one go back to see the first more roar ~~~
Feng Qibai pondered for a moment, raised his face after a moment, and slowly shook his head: "No. Several buildings are too far away, not to mention what you shout, I am afraid they may not be able to hear you. And you were in Gewu Building before. Shouted at the door, the sound drifted out along the innermost side of the avenue, no obstacles, now we are in the building, not talking across several floors, the location is still sandwiched in the middle, the window is facing the Gewu building, Luban building is estimated to be a little bit I can't hear anything.
"Then go to the top of the building," Wu Zhou suggested, "There are no obstacles on both sides, we can scream over here and then scream over there."
"Are there any alternatives to shouting in your sports institute?"
"whistle?"
Feng Qibai sighed: "Can't we get rid of human function?"
Zhao He plugged in and came in: "Round the gongs and drums? There must be."
Feng Qibai stunned, Zhao He awakened his dream.
"Do you have it ?!" Zhao He is not stupid. He can understand it by looking at Feng Qibai's expression.
Feng Qibai rolled his eyes: "Why are we gongs and drums? Carve while cheering?"
"What expression do you have?"
"We don't have it in the hospital, there is a vocal department."
"What are you waiting for, get it up!"
The three little friends said they would do it, but the students in the sculpture department on the third floor were not vegetarian. A group of more than a dozen people took a carving knife to sway in the corridor, free from the ancient daggers of the dragon crossing the river. You look at you, and look at you. If you don't agree, you will fly the knife.
What's more terrible is the bright moonlight in the corridor on the third floor. As long as they show their heads, they will definitely be seen clearly.
"What should I do?" Zhao He stuck to the door crack, and while observing the zombie patrol closely, whispered to analyze the situation.
Wu Zhou cat's waist was squeezed against his side, and he tried to look out from the seam of the door, and suddenly looked at the red device on the wall not far away, his eyes lit up: "Fire hose!"
The zombie seemed to be aware of the voice, and the one walking behind turned suddenly.
Zhao He was shocked and immediately closed the door and locked the door.
The three returned to the back room to discuss--
Wu Zhou: "I think it is feasible, the impact of the water column is quite large, and it is no problem to block the zombie."
"Of course it's okay to get up," Zhao He hesitated. "But the premise is that the gadget can be used? It looks like it is in disrepair, is it not a decoration?"
"Relax," Feng Qibai, who had been silent for a while, was calm and determined. "I don't know in the other building, the fire hose in Yixin Building is absolutely easy to use."
"Have you used it?" Zhao He wondered, "I haven't heard of any fire in our school since I entered school."
Feng Qibai spread his hands: "It is not necessary to use fire to use."
Zhao Hemu blinked his eyes plainly, feeling that he and the other were not in a world: "This is really a very magical statement."
"The fire hose is a very important performance art prop in our hospital. Sometimes the interface is not strict or there is a problem with the water impulse, and it will be reported in time." Feng Qibai said after waiting here for a while, it felt that Zhao He had digested almost before Ask gently, "Do you understand what I mean?"
Zhao He felt like he understood, but he did n’t seem to understand so thoroughly, but he was more eager to know: "How often do you do ..."
"It depends on whether the performance artist's ending is a perfect abscond or school sanctions. Oh yes, private fire hydrants are adequate for sanctions."
"What's the difference between these two finishing touches?"
"The former drew a restful full of glamour at the highest tide of this performance art, which means success, and a successful performance art will make the latecomers lack interest in repetition; the latter means failure, But failure can spur people to move forward. This is respect for art and dedication to art. "
"..." Zhao He swallowed and asked the classmate Wu outside the audience, "Can you understand?"
Wu Zhou scratched his head: "Uh, almost."
Zhao He: "Can you give me a concise explanation in human language?"
Wu Zhou: "The second and second bear children are keen to die."
Zhao He: "Good brother!"
The Dragon King is agitated, and the water is overflowing.
When the violent water column was sprayed out from the fire hose, Zhao He found a man who was so impressed when he turned off!
More than a dozen zombies were swayed by the strong impulse, and they could not stand in embarrassment. Zhao He Yuguang swept to the two comrades who were still watching.
This reminder even deflected slightly with the body, and as a result, one did not control the direction, the fire hose released himself, and went straight to the two comrades. Poor Wu Zhou and Feng Qibai, before they had started, fell bright and cool.
Innocent comrades roared: "Zhao He !!!"
When embarrassment and guilt hit the mountains, Zhao He panicked and thought about what to do. What should I say? If this situation is ... it is Song Fei, yes, what would it be if Song Fei?
Snapped!
Zhao He felt the light bulb in his head light up.
"Well, here, knowing that you two love me, hurry, go upstairs first, we will say afterwards, good!"
"..."
The comrades didn't speak anymore, but listening to the footsteps, they could all express their depression and suffocation.
Seeing that his comrades were going upstairs, Zhao He breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, Song Fei was right. The man was the most cunning. No matter who was right and who was wrong, who took advantage of what was wrong, the soldiers were always able to cover up the water and the land to resist the visitor and put it into danger. It is simply a stream of bad guys!
Looking at the timing, Zhao He decisively dropped the fire hose and stepped up to the fourth floor in one step. At that time, Wu Zhou was already entangled with the zombies on the fourth floor, and Feng Qibai blinked with more skillful movements and connected the hose and opened the valve!
Chant
The three of them went all the way. After the sculpture department, they broke through the fifth and sixth floors of the painting department. Compared with the sculpture department, the fighting power of the students in the painting department has plummeted, and they no longer have weapons on their side. Most of them are empty-handed, and some also hold watercolor palettes or paint brushes, which makes Zhao Heba a little unbearable.
But in the end they got stuck on the seventh floor.
The fire hose on the seventh floor was really not tight enough. There was more water leaking than it was coming out, and the lethality dropped sharply. On the second floor and the seventh floor, there were not only infected teachers, but also some vocal students from the eighth to the ninth floor. The zombie team grew inexplicably.
But the team is not easy to accuse Feng Qibai of false propaganda, because this layer of fire hose is really not in the category of performance art, and there are no students who have made big deaths to test it regularly! It should be known that this floor is entirely the teacher ’s office. Once the demon is made, the whole teacher will be the perpetrator. The student will not even use the method of elimination.
Therefore, the battle on this floor was a bumpy one. Before they finished fighting, it seemed that the sky was going to dawn, and the three of them had no way out, but had no choice but to hide in the female toilet.
So in the next day, all three were surrounded by a subtle sense of shame. The sleep-supplementary sleep-sufficiency forced them to close their eyes. The entire team was silent and peaceful like an angel.
The night came again.
Zhao He opened his eyes first and said in a deep voice: "Are you ready?"
Wu Zhou is almost seamless interface: "Can't wait!"
Feng Qibai didn't speak, but he got up and gripped the carving knife.
Zhao He held the doorknob and finally asked: "Do you really not smell the zombie blood cover?"
Two comrades-in-arms: "End, complete, no, use!"
Zhao He sighed and opened the door.
Those who become major events, regardless of the details, really not everyone is as heroic as him. But it doesn't matter, Taoyuan Jieyi is also a hero, he came to be the head of the dragons ...
Huh? What about the second and third brothers?
Uncle Zhao Huang, who had come back to look around, looked around. In addition to his zombies in the distance, where is there a comrade in arms!
"Hush—"
A short prompt came from the air.
Zhao He followed his prestige and finally found Wu Zhou's head protruding from the corner of the stairs at the other end.
Choosing to take action at night is to avoid fighting to the greatest extent possible. If not, Wu Zhou will be forced to swear at this moment-you can also reverse the in both directions!
Feng Qibai had poked this product into a pumpkin lantern in his head, so he was more comfortable, not as surging as Wu Zhou.
Zhao He clung to the wall and rubbed past, finally returning to the right track.
It is not difficult to fight on the eighth, nineth, and two floors, but the difficulty is to find the gongs and drums. According to Feng Qibai, the vocal department must have these things, because they can hear them practicing every day. Although according to the department, the classrooms are soundproofed, they are actually very disturbing, and often make the sculpture department Classmates are unstable, and various rework. But where he was, he couldn't tell clearly. After all, he was not a vocal department, and he basically didn't go above the seventh floor.
In this way, the three little friends can only search from room to room. It is still secondary to not finding gongs and drums. You can hit the zombies five times out of ten times before you die.
The three of them could only be tired after a break. After the rest is enough, do the most stupid way to conduct a carpet search. When the red Chinese style drum is finally found in the classroom next to the 12th floor north piano room, the sky is fast Bright.
All three knew in their hearts that there was no delay, but the scene in the classroom still prevented them from calming for a long time.
The classroom door was open, but just after they had locked the lock, they were about to prepare for a fight, only to find that there were no zombies, only bodies. Or leaning on the corner of the wall, or lying on the ground, or single, or hugging, the corpse has begun to spot on the face, but the loneliness and despair before death are still coming.
Wu Zhou opened his face and pressed his eyes against his eyes.
Zhao He felt sour for a while.
It stands to reason that only the bass drum belongs to the public property of the vocal department. Due to the inconvenience of carrying it, it is stored in the classroom all year round. All other musical instruments should be the private property of the students. Now, these flutes, flute, erhu, matouqin, etc. are scattered on the ground in a mess.
This should be a folk band rehearsing.
How many days did they sleep here? Did something happen suddenly during rehearsal? Why are there more musical instruments than dead bodies? Did some people escape or become zombies? Under what circumstances will a part become a zombie and another part will starve to death?
Zhao He clenched his fists, his palms were hot and humid.
There is only one possibility. Some people starved to death first, while others could not hold on, so they opened the door ...
Boom.
The drumstick fell to the ground.
Zhao He and Wu Zhou raised their heads together, and Feng Qibai was struggling to carry the drum.
His eyes were behind the bangs, which should be unclear in theory, but Zhao Hegui made him feel the perseverance in the other person's eyes.
Feng Qibai didn't say anything, but he already used actions to make his comrades understand that the dead are dead, and the living are still alive.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao He and Wu Zhou stepped forward to help.
It is not an easy task to get the big drum on the rooftop, but they have rope and Zhao He.
The latter stepped onto the roof first, and then Wu Zhou and Feng Qibai below the drum and flicked the other end of the rope upward. Zhao He held it firmly and pulled the drum up.
The two martial arts classes are together, and only Zhao He can do this thing. The strength of his people and the strength of Kong Wu are not enough to cover the entire university city.
If Feng Qibai and Wu Zhou did not exactly push the zombie downstairs, he might not choose Yixin Tower; if he did not choose Yixin Tower, even if they found the drum, they might not be able to get to the rooftop; but if there is no Feng Qi Bai, only he and Wu Zhou, not to mention the big drums, are lucky to be able to stand out among those Halloween-like zombies.
Therefore, Zhao He thought that the three of them avoided so many if, and eventually gathered in Yixin Tower, it was a fixed number in destiny, destined to fate, the Wusheng class could be born everywhere.
The only thing to pray now is that Qi Yan has not left Gewulou. After all, it was another night scene, and the sky was about to dawn, and they could have received the radio long ago.
Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom--
Without guidance, Wu Zhou, who picked up the drumsticks, immediately became the king of the Northwest Drums, and he almost tied a white towel on his head.
In the deafening drum sound, Zhao He suddenly realized that the words of their three-member squad were not ordinary. After a night, most of the time is to dry, pour, poke. No one is nagging unless necessary. The ears are so clean that it makes people cry.
He really likes the minimalist style of the mighty Unyielding Survival 2.
Wu Zhou thumped for a few minutes at a stretch, and stopped his hand under Feng Qibai's gesture until his arm became sore.
There was a big piece of light on the horizon, but there was only wind on the roof, and there was nothing else, no response.
Feng Qibai calmly revealed Xiao.
The two athletes in the Department of Physical Education did not pay attention to when Feng Zhanyou got a flute. To be precise, they actually were not able to tell what kind of flute, clarinet, flute, etc., just to see Feng Qibai ’s posture, obviously to blow The rhythm of getting up.
"Can this sound be louder than the drum?" Wu Zhou was a little bit bottomless. "Why don't I knock it twice more."
Feng Qibai shook his head: "It doesn't need to be bigger than the drum. As long as it can reach their ears. The drum just now is the test bell, now it's listening."
Wu Zhou wiped sweat: "Can't you change the analogy, I have a shadow on the English test now ..."
Zhao He had no opinion on blowing flute, what surprised him was Feng Qibai: "Aren't you a sculpture department, can you still play musical instruments?"
Feng Qibai didn't take it seriously and explained lightly: "When I was a child, I learned a lot of miscellaneous, painting, musical instruments, sculpture, dance, but those who are connected with art, besides singing, have no talent, and the rest are practiced next to each other. When I found that sculpture was the most certain, I chose this professional exam. "
"Great," Zhao He didn't praise people easily, but one Shao Fei's shamelessness and one Feng Qibai's omnipotence all convinced him, "Others will learn one or two if they are up against the sky. Is art so passionate? "
Feng Qibai lowered his eyes: "There is a kind of learning that your mother thinks you should learn."
In the morning breeze, the sound of flute gradually rose, with low complaints and sadness.