Chapter 95: .Float (14)

Perhaps it was the reason for the forced awakening. The heart was vigorously twirling in the chest cavity, and the original volume could clearly hear the tumultuous beating sound of "Dong Dang", which gave him a bad hunch. Only then did he find himself sleeping in the dormitory, it should be very late, the room was shrouded in darkness, and there was only a blurry outline of scattered furniture.
There is a bottle of mineral water on the bedside table. The original contents remember that this brand of water was the boxes found by Odrent during the actual search for materials.
Too much to think about it. The original could not tolerate a smile, did not want to live up to his concern, unscrewed and took a few sips before getting out of bed.
This room was not the dormitory where he first woke up. It was quiet all around. The small bedside window was covered with a small floral curtain. He opened it and was surprised to see that the sea level had risen, and... the increase was not small.
Outside the window, the twilight sinks, all things are subject to the indescribable sorrow of the pale yellow, only Wang Yang quietly and unhurriedly reverberates, and the dirty white foam beats rhythmically on the high iron thorns of the school gate. , Can vaguely hear the mournful and desolate howling.
Iron thorns? Yuan Rong remembers clearly, isn't that two or three meters above the school gate? how come?
He looked at it again, and the sea level had risen to the height of the flooded school gate. The school gate barely blocked the water with dozens of sandbags, but the campus was already flooded by tens of centimeters. He finally realized where the surprise came from: the campus was empty.
I don't know if I entered the building to take refuge, or... something went wrong.
Without much thought, Yuan Ronglulu drank the water and strode out of the dormitory. In the corridor, he heard a faint voice coming from the dormitory along the road.
It turned out that the children took refuge in the room, sighing, and knocked on the door of the nearest dormitory, trying to find out.
Strangely, the movements inside continued, but no one answered the door.
A trace of anxiety rushed into my heart. Yuanrong stepped up the door knocking and yelled in a low voice: "Student, are you okay? Do you need my help?"
After a short wait, Yuan Rong stomped on the old wooden door, which surprised him. This was a frustrating move. It is reasonable that he could not beat the kick, but he kicked a hole and broke the old one. The door lock quaked.
I couldn't figure out why the strength suddenly increased, and I saw a person in the room who proved that the sound was not the illusion of original volume.
However, Yuan Rong can understand why this person should not speak.
The man's limbs were bent at a ridiculous angle, like a lizard lying on the ground. His eyes were dull and dull, and he looked straight at the original appearance of kicking the door, with no response. The faint sound that came out was the sound of him wandering around the house randomly and purposelessly, touching the furniture.
On the dim floor, a subtle, thick white liquid reflection could be seen faintly.
Yuanrong involuntarily took a step back and shook the crumbling door. His foot in sneakers
slapped
and stepped on something soft in the hallway. This touch made his scalp tingle, and he slowly lowered his head. It was a mass of black meat that seemed to have been stepped on by thousands of footprints-kidneys?
"vomit……"
He kicked it off with a backhand kick and stumbled away. Along the road, he could notice that there were still sounds in some houses. He took the fluke and knocked on the door. However, there were a few sporadic rooms in the room, all of which were infected by the "White Devil".
He remembered clearly that before God could sleep, he was just fighting with a chunky man. It seemed that Odrent helped him solve his serious trouble. What happened when he woke up?
All the way down to the lobby on the first floor, seeing the pile of small limbs in the middle of the lobby, slowly moving and exuding a thick gas, he suddenly remembered a word.
...... About seven or eight days a month, the sea level will drop, and some buildings will be exposed. The duty is to search for supplies at this time.
In other words, tonight at the end of the day, is the sea level rising?
Yuan Rong glanced at his watch at 8:17 in the evening.
No, it is not an ordinary rebound. From the point of view of the school's reluctant and amateur response, the level of this rebound has far exceeded expectations!
Then it can also explain the new "White Devil" virus parasite in the dormitory just encountered: some students who had no time to evacuate were infected and were discarded in the dormitory. The survivors abandoned the dormitory area where the virus spread and went away to gather.
Can't stay long.
The original doubt is that he was put on hold here, indicating that the situation was not so serious at first, so why no one took him away when he evacuated? Odrent is not such a careful person, although he is reticent.
I hope things do not detach from development.
He did not care about nausea, bypassed the random limbs and walked out directly: the door that was violently demolished, this is the third-grade dormitory building.
After dark, there was no star. As we approach summer, the bushes do not have the sound of various small insects. It seems that the green belt passing by is just a realistic, lifeless fake flower and grass.
There was no light in the dormitory building on the second day. The original contents pushed open the door and looked a little inside. Then he looked at the bloodshot and lifeless eyes. Looking closely, this person's body was also blistered until the skin swelled. , Threw the original appearance into the door and left!
It seems that all the dormitory buildings in the eastern part of the teaching building have been abandoned.
Yuan Rong trot all the way to the playground and ran into a man in full uniform facing his back.
The man turned around, with a flashlight in his left hand and a fire axe in his right hand. Seeing that his breathless face did not seem to be infected, he was amazed: "How dare you run around everywhere? Go and take refuge!"
Seeing this person breathing and talking with temperature, the original content is a little reassuring, and it can be regarded as finding someone who can exchange information.
He hurriedly asked, "Sorry. I overslept, and when I woke up, why was there no one in the dormitory, but...monsters?"
The man raised the flashlight and said: "Everyone who survives is now taking refuge on the second to fourth floors of the teaching building. Please go quickly, it's not safe outside."
The original Rong thanked him. The man claimed to be a night patrol and continued to walk towards the dormitory area, seeming to find more students who had no time to take refuge.
At the moment of turning around, Yuanrong took out the magic shotgun from space, instantly loaded and aimed, the man stared at him straight behind him somehow, but he didn't realize that Yuanrong would find that One second when I noticed something wrong but had time to avoid it in the future.
The task panel pops up, and the experience bar in the upper left corner shows a third increase.
Also talk to me about this level of scheming? Yuan Rong sneered at the corner of his mouth, squatted down, and examined the person carefully. Sure enough, under his long school uniform sleeves, there was a huge needle tube filled with rotting black blood.
You said you were a patrol looking for refuge, so surprised to meet me? Furthermore, who is so perilous and does not know which second will be attacked, who else is so dedicated to patrol at night? The lies are like a little bit!
This is a probable possibility. He can't resist the shotgun. If he wants to change a personality, the original appearance may suffer.
He was afraid that the sound of kang might attract other opposition camps, grabbed the person's flashlight and fire axe, and hurried towards the teaching building.
The man didn't lie to him. The teaching building was close, and he could see the dim light that was faintly revealed above the second floor.
All the way to the second floor, I saw the real patrols sitting or lying on the stairs.
They seem to be exhausted one by one, and have been subjected to too many shocks one after another, and their faces are tired and numb. When I saw the original appearance, I was not too surprised. I just asked him a few shifts and let it go.
Yuanrong still wanted to talk to them more: "Hard of you, how many classes do you have?"
"Junior Class Three and Seven."
Yuan Rong moved his heart: "I remember Qin Xiaozheng in your class, why is he not here?"
Several people looked at each other with a worried expression: "...he is missing and we are also looking for him."
The answer was unexpected, and he was anxious: "What do you say?"
"It's about six o'clock in the afternoon, just a short time after the war of the three gods that came out of nowhere, didn't it begin to rise, he and the students of the student union went to save the junior dormitory, and I never saw him again."
It turned out to be missing, not to be witnessed. Yuan Rong breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the tired patrol and walked into the aisle on the second floor.
The students nested in various classrooms in twos and threes, and some people were talking and chatting, but most of them were just holding their knees and looked desperate and desperate.
The atmosphere filled the sadness and helplessness of the war.
The original content forced himself not to think, so as not to fall into the same negative emotions.
There are not many survivors in the school, with an average of ten to fifteen students per class. The entire school has no more than thirty classes, which can hold up to four hundred people. However, this sudden sudden change is even less than half.
He realized that even if it survived this night, the Hengjun Junior High School surviving area would not last too long.
The operation of a sound and stable system is not only based on trust and leadership, but also requires a certain number of people to maintain. It is like a sudden drop from four hundred to half of this, every link: cultivated land, out hunting, patrol, distillation group, etc., the number is small, almost finished.
Yuanrong, an outsider, can realize that Hengjun junior high school students, especially the student union, are even more clear-sighted.
Therefore, in the initial Fenghe Commercial Building, if you lose three classmates, the class leader will be so grieved that they lose more than three classmates, they lose a quarter of their strength.
Yuan Rong has been searching the third floor from the second floor, but still has not found any teammates, which makes him a little uneasy.
I wonder if there is a tester reminding or the students have been aware of the source of the virus. Everything in the teaching building is dry, and the water-soaked things are thrown on the playground through the window, which can prevent safety to a certain extent.
But this can prevent the "White Devil", but it can't prevent the opposition camp that may be attacked in secret.
Where will they go? Originally irritated, he pinned the finely curled hair behind his ears. If it was him, he would surely guard any corner of the teaching building that might be invaded, eradicating the possibility of the opposition camp approaching.
This day is about to pass, and it will be a few hours before he persists. He is not in the team. There are Jiang Qiusheng and Qin Zhongzheng in the team. They are all clear-minded. Why can't they think of this?
Otherwise, what happened is more important than guarding the children in the teaching building!
What will be the "event"?
I don’t know if it’s a awakening, or because of the excessive consumption of divine power, the temple of the original volume began to ache again, and as soon as I closed my eyes, there were various sounds of various sounds passing by my ears.
Intelligible, incomprehensible, men, women, elderly, children, and even meaningless indigenous roars.
He breathed a sigh of relief, trying to block out the messy and objectionable sounds, but glanced at the flashing light on the playground, and then heard a deafening blast!
this is!
The girl who snuggled up at the window opened her eyes and looked at her. Outside the school door, there was someone with a dazzling white light-wasn't that Jiang Qiusheng with his wings spread?
Only for the next second, he lifted the slender golden horn and gently blew it, and millions of rituals came from the sky and played with him. This ritual music contains infinite sacred meaning, purging the tired heart, letting people relax involuntarily, the spirit is full of joy and strength.
Wrapped in the holy golden light, the elegant angel with light dust flew lightly, as if hiding something—
In the boundless darkness, the golden light quickly radiated into a small piece of ocean, and the original appearance saw the whole picture of the "thing".
It's not an island or a marine dump. It's... ... thousands of debris and limbs in the water, spliced ​​together densely, covering the entire sea of ​​"floating objects".
Under the dim reflection of golden light, it can be seen that it is slowly creeping, and the original content can almost imagine the disgusting rough leaking sound and the strong irritating smell of ammonia when breathing this disgusting thing.
The sound of blasting swallowed the mountains and rivers, hitting the "floating objects" again and again, and it could be clearly seen that the surface of the water was broken apart, exposing the dark ocean inside, but gathered quickly, as if the blasting was just a joke that was not painful and itchy. .
Yuanrong couldn't stand it anymore. He slammed on the window sill, jumped lightly, stepped on the ice shield, which was a good calculation point, and ran to the last battle and to the partners.