Chapter 69: The Fall of Luban2

Josiki had no idea how he got in, and was still in a trance when he sat down on the ground.

Zhou all did not have time to care about his mental state, see people come in, immediately let go of his hand, while brandising his arm to relieve the pain brought by pulling, while running to the distance of the classroom before and after the two doors are tightly closed.

After all this, Zhou did not press the switch on the wall.

All of a sudden, the lights were bright.

Josich found that it was not the classroom he had imagined, but more like an exhibition room. There are no tables and chairs in the huge space, only seemingly random but ingenious arrangement of a small booth, the booth is a variety of architectural models, can not say more beautiful, but have a pattern, or classical, or modern, or magnificent, or implicit beautiful, even he this layman can probably feel the mind of the maker.

But obviously these models are not much expensive, because there is no transparent cover or other protective measures, only on the table model surrounded by a circle of small fences, up to 10 centimeters high, is to show that people do not move.

Huh?

Qiaosiqi found that the lower right corner of these small booths are affixed with the producer's information, like this in front of him, is attached to the XX class 1 building - Wang Donghan.

Miraculously, Josiqi had some kind of premonition, he went forward one by one, and finally found three words week in the lower right corner of the fourth booth.

It was an architectural model that Qiaosiqi could not understand at all, classical with modern, modern with abstract, abstract with deep feeling, deep feeling with some alienation, in a word, if one day this building really formed, Qiaosiqi felt that it would be able to rank Top 1 of China's ten most impressive buildings.

"Zhou is not I said you..." Qiaosiqi, who wanted to have in-depth exchanges with his comrades on the aesthetic level, just turned half his body, and the latter half of his words abruptly stopped, leaving only his eyes wide, his face iron blue, and his lips trembling.

Back to the window of the week is still waiting for the masses to criticize it, can wait for a long time did not wait for the following, only to see the girl Qiao pale. The present blessing heart, turn around is a shot!

However, too late, the zombie is not facing him, but close to the side of the window, Zhou all this shot completely empty, and in the moment of his gun, the zombie has entered the house!

Want to collect the gun again stab is too late, week all can only watch the zombie pounced on himself!

Baaaah --

When did Josiqi run over, the week is completely unaware, and so see, the other party has swooped over, incarnation of the bullet to the zombie belly is a top!

The zombie is being held straight back and staggered.

Josiki doesn't let out any of his power, all the way to the ground!

However, he himself lost his balance and landed on the dead body!

Zombie which will refuse the throw of prey, two arms a stretch firmly around the Josiqi, a force on the other side, the people under their own body.

Josiqi is very uncomfortable with this position, and inexplicably produces a strong sense of shame.

In that one moment, the zombie had eaten his shoulder!

Josiqi only feel a pain, try his best to turn over the body of the zombie, but the other party is physically strong, fundamentally motionless. His knife had already fallen to the ground next to him when he fell, and was now too far away to grasp.

The zombie, unable to taste the taste of meat, gave a fierce howl, and suddenly, as if aware of something, violently slapped Josiki's mask!

The first time, Josiqi was shocked into numbness, and so on a blink of an eye, a few shots finished, Josiqi has dizziness and tinnitus. And zombies don't stop until they smash their gas masks!

Baaaah!

Just when the zombie had already missed Josiki's goggles and was about to be slapped off by another one, Zhou uniformly arrived in time and stabbed the back of the zombie's head, and also let the zombie's head replace the zombie's hand, hitting Josiki's mask heavily.

Chow will take the zombies down and grab Joseki.

The rescued Joe students shed tears of gratitude: "Why don't you wait for me to be eaten again!"

Chow's seen it done before. Never seen it done before. The tip of his knife was still stained with the blood of several other zombies who had tried to climb up, but there was no time to explain to Miss Jo how much he had done to keep them both safe out of sight.

"We can't stay here, we have to leave now!" Said also no matter what the reaction of Josiqi, week will pull up comrades to the door!

Josiqi brain has reacted, because there is no glass, so there will be a steady stream of former art school students climb in, so it is not suitable to stay here. But the body is far slower than the brain reaction, after being forced to follow Zhou all ran a few steps, can not keep up with the rhythm, the body lost its balance, directly down, and good death, is jumping on the booth of comrades.

The fragile building model was crushed to pieces by Joski.

Along with the thinly broken Zhou homogeneous heart.

"My model job! The teacher hasn't graded it yet --"

Josiki got up on his hands and knees, endured the pain in his chest, and spread his hands guiltily and innocently: "Banana skin star, you know."

"..." Find a chance to give this guy a non-slip shoe!!!

There's no time for homework mourning. Week all to bear the impulse to slap dead comrades, quickly open the front door a seam, looking down the corridor.

Josiqi knows his reason, obediently stuck behind him.

In a minute.

Josiqi's sense of loss is polished with patience, urging in a low voice: "What is the situation?"

Zhou has narrowed his eyes to the limit, but the corridor has no lights on, and the zigzag and unique corridor shape of Luban Lou has caused obstacles to the view to some extent: "It is too dark to see clearly."

Josiqi did not want to wait for a long time to such a sentence, depressed ridicule: "You that what broken eyes!"

Zhou was always anxious, and the side of such an arch fire, directly withdraw to give way: "You come."

Josiqi is not welcome, chin up: "I come to me!"

Paaaah!

The world suddenly darkened.

But for the two small partners who have been used to the light, it is like falling into the ink pool, where all the eyes are black, there is no difference between opening and closing the eyes, and the sense of hearing and smell all disappear, and I do not know where I am today.

After a long time, Josiqi found his voice, although it was still very weak: "Stop, power failure?"

"It seems so." Zhou's heart sinks, but out of brotherly love, he taps Johns on the shoulder and reminds him, "You have good eyes, come on."

Josh: "..."

I wonder if the sudden darkness also hindered the actions of the zombies, and for the next few minutes, there was no movement in the window. The Qiaosiqi, who was driven to duck shelves, also finally adapted to the darkness and gradually saw the corridor of the seventh floor of Luban Building in the moonlight.

Unlike what is usually seen, the corridor of Luban Lou is winding, and you do not know where to turn when you walk, and you cannot see it through at a glance. Especially now, only the cold moonlight, making this abnormal geometric corridor look more bizarre.

The only consolation for both men was that, at least from where they were, there were no zombies in sight.

"Still on the top floor?" It was not clear what was going on outside, but the house was certainly not staying, so Josiki remembered their previous destination.

"Step by step," Zhou did not dare to say dead, who knows from the seventh floor to the tenth floor, the road will meet what a little, but, "it is best to go there."

"What is it that makes you so confident?" Josiki was curious for a long time before he had time to ask.

"The dean's office."

"Sure it's safe?"

"Our dean has been asked to consult on a national project this semester, and has not been in the courtyard for several months, and his office is locked all year round. And it's the top floor, so if we want to send a message, we can go to the top."

"It's safe to lock the door, but if no one else can get in, we can't get in either."

"The door is a combination lock, just changed this year, once I went next door to the dean, secretly saw him open the door."

"And then you scribbled down the password?"

"Not particularly, but I'm naturally sensitive to numbers..."

"Can it die if you don't brag?"

"Let's go!

"..."

Dark night, cold wind corridor.

I do not know whether the students of the School of Architecture originally liked the ventilation of the north and the south, or what had been experienced here after the outbreak of the body tide, most of the Windows of the seventh floor corridor were open, and not small, but completely wide open, enough for anyone to enter and exit at will.

But if something did happen, the corridors are too clean. The walls were still white, the floor still clean, except for a few trash cans lying on the ground, indicating that perhaps the past was not as peaceful as it now appears.

"Which way are the stairs?" Qiaosiqi close to the week, low voice asked.

It was difficult for Zhou to explain clearly to the other students, so he simply said, "Just follow me."

Josiqi suddenly remembered the classic quote once said by the other side, "Don't I get lost?", and suddenly had no bottom in his heart: "Don't you know?"

Being so looked down upon makes Zhou a little uncomfortable: "Other floors dare not say, this floor, my home!"

Half a minute later.

Zhou all opened a so-called stairwell door, and then appeared in front of the two people, is a toilet.

"Your home court?"

"Close to home is more timid, it is inevitable to admit the wrong door."

"Get out of here!

Stumbling, two people actually really touched the stairs, more fortunately, the stairs are empty, almost like a green channel.

However, Josiki's excitement did not last long. Just as he reached the eighth floor, the stairs broke.

Yeah, it's broken.

There is no way to continue up, only into the eighth floor corridor.

Qiaosiqi full of depressed nowhere to vent, can only severely beat the week all a punch.

Zhou is simply more than Dou E also injustice, this building is not his design!

The corridor on the eighth floor was fine, too, though more cluttered than on the seventh, but now empty, with no one and no zombies. There are scattered red on the wall, and both people subconsciously do not look, and their hearts are not so uncomfortable.

Zhou has a 50% success rate in finding his way around, so that every time he opens a door, Joseki has to do some mental training.

Like right now.

Zhou Tong: "Ready?"

Josiki: "Go ahead."

Click.

Zhou pressed down on the handle of what looked like a stairwell fire door and slowly pulled the door open.

What they saw was a very open space three or four times the size of an ordinary classroom, again without desks, chairs and benches. Instead, thin bamboo curtains purposefully separated a number of semi-open Spaces, each with a work desk stacked neatly or scattered with specialized materials.

This isn't a stairwell. This is a workshop for architecture students.

There is no doubt that Zhou has once again identified the wrong door and found the wrong way. So far, Josiqi has been completely able to accept such small mistakes, but the premise is that there are not dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him in the wrong road.

This is a space that is not empty at all.

There are two or three students gathered next to each semi-open space workbench, and a dozen or so workstations are twenty or thirty.

Now they all stared at the sound of the door opening, their eyes eager and their faces fierce.

I do not know which former classmate made a strange cry, and the twenty-thirty zombies sprang up like electric shocks and swarmed!

Zhou all pulled up the neck of Josiqi: "Run ah -"

He also said that Josiqi had gone ahead early, and the week was all of this, but it affected his speed. But adults do not remember the villains, he does not pick, he just wants to know: "When the accident is not the weekend, you school students should not be so diligent?" "

"Seniors have to do graduation projects!!"

By accident, the two men failed to find the stairs to the ninth floor and fell into a small compartment. Week all slammed the door and locked, Qiaosiqi immediately opened the mobile phone to illuminate, the two people cooperated seamlessly.

When the light came on, the army of senior zombies had already skimmed past the door. Week all listen to the footsteps gradually away, long sigh, again confirm that the door is safe, this turned back.

Then he saw Josiki, who was stunned.

And then, he also followed to see the source of making his comrades different.

Blooood.

Blood all over the walls.

It was just a tea room, with three walls and one door, no Windows, and only two drinking fountains, a table, and a few spare buckets of pure water.

At the moment, the drinking machine was dumped, and several pure buckets were lying on the ground, mostly completely empty, and one or two of them still had some water, because the water level was lower than the height of the mouth of the lying bucket, so it was standing in the bucket and no longer flowing.

Perhaps the ground was once wet, but now it has completely dried, leaving only a diluted red color, which is not obvious on the dark marble floor.

In contrast, the red on the white wall is shocking.

The blood is deep and shallow, there are bright and dark, there are splashing spots, there are irregularities on the rub, and even a few blood fingerprints can be discerned.

Everything is telling us what kind of tragedy has happened here.

They dare not think deeply, because whether the result is that the students hiding here are attacked by zombies, or there are no zombies at all, there are only people here from the beginning to the end, neither of them can bear.

Some things exist whether you want to face them or not.

But if they don't have to face it, they prefer to avoid it, at least feel better.

Turn off your cell phone and the pantry is plunged into total darkness.

There were no Windows, no moonlight, and it was like a bottomless abyss.

"Keep your phone on." Zhou all depressed a little uncomfortable.

Josiqi did not want light, but: "There is not much electricity left, and now the power outage, do not save ah."

"Aren't you holding Lin Di Lei's phone?"

"Hers are apples, too."

"Can't you borrow a domestic one? "

"No, it's about the dignity of an apple fan."

"..."

Josiki sat down on the ground to rest, but Zhou Tong listened to the door for ten minutes until he was sure that there was no sound outside. Then he said to Johns, "Have you finished your rest? We'll go after your rest."

Joe was stunned and intuitively asked, "Where to?"

Zhou suspected that he had lost his memory: "The dean's office."

"Wait a minute, I don't quite understand this logic," Josiki asked shamelessly, "isn't the point of going to the dean's office to find a safe place to hide?" Why risk going to the top floor when you can hide here?"

"Because you can't see out here."

"What do you want to see?"

"Comrades in arms."

"...""We are hiding here, safe is safe, but there is no way to know the progress of the radio, let alone receive team-mate information." It's different in the dean's office. The office window faces the road below, and if they get the radio, they'll have to pass us downstairs on their way back. Then we'll look down and see it. To say the least, if they fail and want to send a signal for our support, we're in a place with a window, and it's easier to get the signal."

"Congratulations, you've convinced me."

"When you don't need my persuasion, you'll grow up."

"You really should get to know my dad. You two would hit it off."

"..."

From the eighth floor to the ninth floor, Zhou Lang and Xiao Qiao climbed for forty minutes. During the period of numerous lost, but also encountered several zombies. The most common situation is that the week will say there is a road, and the result is open, is a classroom. At last, Josiqi has been desperate, casually fishing a door to say that this must be the classroom, the result of opening the door, actually is the stairs.

The joy of finally reaching the ninth floor was not enough to overcome Josiki's depression: "Are you in class here every day?"

Zhou all want to cry without tears: "I fucking take the elevator ah!"

Josiki: "The problem is that the stairs covered in this way can pass the fire inspection!"

Zhou all can not listen to their college being said bad, and: "You did not say before not to ridicule our building!"

"But it can't stand to challenge my bottom line over and over again!!"

I don't know if Luban heard the cry of Qiaosiqi, just arrived on the ninth floor, and gave them a cardboard box with model materials. The box is three metres square. It's more than enough for two people.

Qiaosiqi and Zhou all also live up to expectations, four holes on the top of the box, in pairs, divided around, and then two people will hollow out the bottom of the box, drilled into it.

Two people on a box, there is no difficulty in other places, is that this leg has to be bent, can not stand straight, straight will reveal. At the same time, it can't move too fast, in case the zombies find it.

Had it not been for the lack of physical strength of both of them to find their way to battle, and they really did not want to fight or flee in a short time, they would not have made such a bad strategy.

At first, everything went well, and when they saw the zombie in the hallway, they stopped until the zombie walked past and then continued their search. But when we hit the fifth zombie, something went wrong.

They were still alert and motionless, but the zombie had also stopped next to the box, motionless.

Then it seemed to smell some kind of pleasant smell, but suddenly a bite on the carton!

Josiqi and Zhou all scared heart almost stopped.

If you wanted to go head-to-head, maybe they wouldn't be so nervous. But suddenly hiding from the cat, the tension of being discovered at any time is huge.

Fortunately, the zombie gnawed twice, seemed to find that the taste was wrong, and finally gave up and wobbled away.

But the two small friends have to sum up the battle experience ah

Zhou: "They can smell us, even through the box."

Josiki: "Well, when I came out, there was less toilet water." What now?"

Zhou Tong: "Nothing, I have stock."

Rustling.

Nibbles.

Josh: "Ah, ah..."

Zhou Tong: "Fuck, you must not sneeze!"

Josiki: "It's okay, hold it back. What did you just spray?"

Week: "Cologne."

Josiki: "I need an explanation for why I came to the radio to bring a bottle of cologne."

Zhou said, "Men should not be sloppy at any time. Respecting yourself means respecting others."

Josh: "..."

From the original head a hot rush to help the goods to lure the enemy began, Josiqi thought, he will no longer be able to continue to be a carefree happy teenager.

From the ninth floor to the tenth floor, and then in the tenth floor to the dean's office, two people took more than an hour. By the time Zhou began to press the code, Josiqi's legs had been considered to be unable to stand straight.

"If you dare tell me the password is wrong, I will really fight you." Josiqi stared at Zhou all fingers, eyes have been fast fire.

Fortunately, a pleasant "ding".

Thick solid wood door answered and opened, Zhou all and Qiaosiqi filed in.

The same old, week all closed and locked, Qiaosiqi boot lighting.

It is the dean's office, spacious and clean, bright and clean Windows, a large desk, a sofa, a bookcase, a computer, and a corner embellished with green plants, concise without loss of information, serious without loss of affinity.

If you have to pick holes, then the only flaw in this office is --

Behind the desk sat a shaven, middle-aged man.

"You said your master wasn't here!" The word Josiki was almost squeezed out between your teeth.

Zhou is also confused: "This is not our dean ah, this is our department head."

"Why is the dean in the dean's office? Experience life?"

Zhou uniformly looked at his comrades, and looked at middle-aged men, and finally locked his eyes on the latter's face, and went out of his way to directly verify: "Teacher Wang, do you want to be the dean so..."

Just as he spoke, the middle-aged man suddenly jumped up and climbed over the desk.

Josiki broke down: "Can't you ask a little more subtle? "

Zhou all died wrongly: "The problem is not what question I asked, OK?"

Teacher Wang, who has great ambitions in his official career, has no human emotion in his eyes at this moment, leaving only the most primitive, hunger and thirst for prey.