Chapter 73: The Battle 3

Feng Qifeng thought deeply, after a moment raised his face, slowly shook his head: "No. A few buildings are too far away, don't say what you shout, I'm afraid they may not be able to hear you. And you used to shout at the gate of the lattice building, and the sound floated out along the bottom of the avenue, there was no obstacle, and now we are in the building, separated by several floors, the position is still sandwiched in the middle, the window faces the lattice building, and I can't even hear a peep of movement on the other side of the Luban Building.

"Then go to the roof," Wu Zhou suggested, "there are no obstacles on either side, we can shout this way and then shout that way."

"Do you have any alternative to Shouting?"

"Whistle?"

Feng Qibai sighed: "Can't be out of the human body function?"

Zhao He interrupted: "Beating gongs and drums? There must be."

Feng white froze, Zhao He a language wake up a dreamer.

"Do you have any? " Zhao He is not stupid, see Feng white expression will understand probably.

Feng Qibai rolled his eyes: "Why do we want to do gongs and drums?" Carving while cheering?"

"What's your face?"

"Not in our school, but in the department of Vocal music."

"What are you waiting for? Get it up!"

The three small partners said to do it, but the former students of the sculpture department on the third floor are not vegetarian. A line of dozens of people, holding a carving knife wandering in the corridor, live out of the dragon across the river, a lot of you see what, see you how, a word on the knife frame.

What's more, the moonlight in the third-floor corridor is bright, and as long as they emerge, they must be seen clearly.

"What should I do?" Zhao He stuck on the door crack, while closely observing the zombie patrol, while quietly analyzing the situation, "hard break estimate hanging."

Wu Zhou huddled in his side, and tried to look out from the crack in the door. Suddenly, he glanced at the red device on the wall not far away. His eyes lit up: "Fire hose!"

The zombie seemed to sense the voice, and the one walking at the back suddenly turned around.

Zhao He was startled and immediately closed the door and locked it.

Three people 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 zombies."

"Of course it's OK to bear," Zhao hesitates, "but only if it works?" It looks like it's in disrepair. Are you sure it's not a decoration?"

"Rest assured," Feng Qi White has been silent, calm and determined, "I don't know about other buildings, the fire hose of art Xin floor is absolutely good."

"Have you used it?" Zhao He said, "I haven't heard where the fire started in our school since I entered the school."

Feng Qi white show hands: "Not to fire to use."

Zhao He blinked vaguely, feeling that he was not in the same world as the other side: "This is really a very magical statement."

"The fire hose is a very important performance art prop in our hospital, and sometimes the interface is not strict or there is a problem with water impulse, it will be reported in time." Feng Qibai said here and waited for a while, feeling that Zhao He had digested almost, and then gently asked, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhao He felt that he understood, but it seemed that he did not understand so thoroughly, but he was more eager to know: "How often you do it..."

"It depends on whether the performance artist ends up on the lam or in school. Oh, yes, opening a fire hydrant privately is punishable."

"What's the difference between these two endings?"

"The former painted a colorful rest at the climax of the performance art, which means success, and a successful performance art will make later people less interested in repetition; The latter means failure, but failure can stimulate people to continue, which is respect for art and dedication to art."

"..." Zhao He swallowed and asked the audience member Wu for help, "Can you understand?"

Wu Zhou scratched his head: "Uh, pretty much."

Zhao He: "Can you give me a concise explanation in human language?"

Wu Zhou: "Middle and second bear children love to die."

Zhao He: "Good brother!"

Dragon King agitation, water diffuse art.

When the violent water column was sprayed from the fire hose mouth, Zhao He found the spirit of one man when the door is open!

More than a dozen zombies have been strongly thrust, flummoxed and embarrassed to stand up, Zhao He swept to two comrades still watching, impatient urged: "Run ah -"

This urge is accompanied by a slight deflection of the body, and the result is that one does not control the direction, and the fire hose releases itself and goes straight to the two comrades. Poor Wu Zhou, Feng Qi white, has not yet started to run, fell a crystal bright, through the heart cool.

An innocent comrade shouted: "Zhao He!!"

A mountain of embarrassment and guilt hit, Zhao He flustered to think about what to do, how to say, if this situation is... It's Songfei. Yeah, what if it's Songfei?

Paaaah!

Zhao He felt the light bulb in his head light up.

"Well, here it is, I know you both love me, quick, go upstairs first, we'll talk later, good boy!"

"..."

Comrades did not speak again, but the light to listen to the footsteps, can taste the depression and oppression.

Saw his comrades upstairs, Zhao He long sigh. Sure enough to choose Song Fei is right, that person is the most cunning, no matter who is right and who is wrong, who is right and who is wrong, always can stop the army and turn the host to save the danger. It's like a clean stream of bad guys!

See the timing is almost, Zhao He decisively dropped the fire hose, one step up to the fourth floor. At that time, Wu Zhou has been entangled with the fourth floor zombies, and Feng Qibai is more skilled in the blink of an eye to connect the water and open the bolt valve!

Yaaaaah.

The three people went all the way, after the sculpture department, and broke through the five or six layers of the painting department. Compared with the sculpture department, the combat effectiveness of the students in the painting department has plummeted, and they no longer have weapons around them. Most of them have empty hands, and some of them are still holding watercolor palettes or brushes, which makes Zhao He feel a little sad.

But eventually they got stuck on the seventh floor.

The fire hose on the seventh floor is really loose, and the water leaked is more than revealed, and the lethality has dropped sharply. Second, there were not only infected teachers on the seventh floor, but also some students from the voice department who came down from the eighth and ninth floors, and the zombie team grew inexplicably.

But the team is not good to accuse Feng Qi Bai of false propaganda, because the fire hose on this floor is indeed not in the category of performance art, and there is no big dead students to give it regular testing ah! You should know that this floor is completely the teacher's office, once the demon, the whole teacher is the perpetrator a student even do not need to eliminate the method, directly take down, no escape possible.

Therefore, this floor fight that is called a bumpy, did not wait for them to finish, watching the day will be bright, three people have no way, but hid in the women's toilet.

So the next day, all three of them are surrounded by a subtle sense of shame, catch up on sleep, and force themselves to close their eyes even if they are not sleepy, and the whole squad is silent and peaceful as angels.

Night comes again.

Zhao He opened his eyes first and whispered, "Are you ready?"

Wu Zhou is almost seamless interface: "Can't wait!"

Feng Qi white did not speak, but he had risen and clenched the carving knife.

Zhao He held the door and asked once again: "You really don't want to put some zombie blood on the smell of the body?"

Two comrades: "Finish, complete, no, use!"

Zhao He sighed and opened the door and went out.

Big things, no small, sure enough, not everyone like him so heroic. But it doesn't matter, Taoyuan knot is also a duke, he to be the head of this group of dragons...

Huh? And the second brother and the third brother?

Back to the gods uncle Zhao looked around, in addition to the distant back to their own zombies, where there are comrades figure!

"SHH --"

There was a short warning in the air.

Zhao He looked at the sound, and finally found Wu Zhou's head at the other end of the staircase corner.

Choose night action, is to avoid fighting to the maximum extent, if not, Wu Zhou now absolutely forced to scold - you can do the opposite in two fucking directions!

Feng Qi white has been in the head to poke this goods into the pumpkin lamp, so the heart along some, not Wu Zhou so surging.

Zhao He embarrassed to stick to the wall root rub in the past, finally back on track.

It is not difficult to fight on the eighty-two floors, but it is difficult to find gongs and drums. According to Feng Qibai, the department of vocal music must have these things, because they can be heard every day, although according to the department, the classroom is soundproofed, but in fact it is still very disturbing, often let the students of the sculpture department knife instability, all kinds of rework. But where exactly, he can not say, after all, he is not a music department, basically does not go above the seventh floor.

So the three friends had to go from classroom to classroom. If you can't find a gong or a drum, it's not important. Five times out of ten, you can run into a zombie.

Three people can only play tired rest, rest enough to play again, with the most stupid way to carpet search, and so on in the twelfth floor of the north piano room next to the auditorium finally found the red Chinese wind drum, days are almost bright.

The three knew in their hearts that they could not delay, but the scene in the lecture theatre still made them unable to calm down for a long time.

The classroom door was open, but as they locked it and prepared for battle, they realized there were no zombies inside, only dead bodies. Or leaning against the corner, or lying on the ground, or falling alone, or embracing, the face of the body has begun to develop spots, but the kind of loneliness and despair before death, still hit the face.

Don't look away. Put your hand against your eyes.

Zhao He felt sour in his heart.

It is reasonable to say that only the drum belongs to the public property of the vocal department, because of the inconvenience of carrying, it is stored in the classroom all the year round, and other various Musical Instruments should be the private property of students. Now, these dizi, xiao, erhu, horse head qin, etc., scattered on the ground.

This is supposed to be a folk band in rehearsal.

How many days have they been stuck here? Did it happen during rehearsal? Why are there more Musical Instruments than dead bodies? Did some of them escape or become zombies? When does one part of the population turn into zombies and the other part starve to death?

Zhao He clenched his fist, his palms hot and damp.

There is only one possibility, some people starve to death first, and others can't hold on any longer, so they open the door...

Boom.

The drumsticks fell to the ground.

Zhao He and Wu Zhou looked up together, Feng white is struggling to move the drum.

His eyes block behind the bangs, theoretically speaking, it is not clear, but Zhao He felt the determination in the eyes of the other side.

Feng white did not speak, but has used action to let his comrades understand, the dead is gone, the living also live.

Take a deep breath, Zhao He and Wu Zhou together to help.

It was not an easy task to get the drum up to the roof, but fortunately they had ropes and Zhao He.

The latter first stepped on the roof, and then Wu Zhou and Feng Qibai below tied the drum and swung the other end of the rope up. Zhao He caught the drum steadily and pulled it up with force.

Two martial arts classes together, can do this thing only Zhao He, a strong man, the Kongwu powerful, not to mention the cover of the whole university town, but also enough to pride the school.

If Feng Qibai and Wu Zhou don't just push the zombie downstairs, he may not choose the Yi Xin Building; If he does not choose Yixin Lou, even if these two people find a drum, it may not be able to get on the roof; But if there is no Feng Qi Bai, only he and Wu Zhou, not to mention big drum, can stand out in those Halloween zombie army, it is lucky.

Therefore, Zhao He thought, the three of them avoided so many if, and finally gathered in the art Xin Lou, that is the fate of the afterlife, fated, the martial arts class can survive.

Now the only prayer is that Qi Yan and they have not left the Gewu building. After all, it was another night, and it was almost dawn, even though they had already got the radio.

Knock, knock, knock, knock

Without guidance, Wu Zhou, who picked up the drumsticks, immediately became the Northwest drum King, just tying a white towel on his head.

In the deafening drums, Zhao He suddenly found that the words of their team of three were really not generally less. Most of the night, it's just dry, fight, stab. No one nags unless it's necessary. It's so pure you want to cry.

Sure enough, he still likes the minimalistic style of Survival 2.

Wu Zhou beat for several minutes at a stretch, until his arm was sour, and then stopped at Feng Qi White's signal.

The horizon has been a large piece of light, but the roof only wind, nothing else, more no response.

Feng white calmly showed the xiao.

The two athletes of the sports department did not pay attention to when Feng comrades-in-arms got up a flute, to be exact, they actually can not distinguish what flute flute and so on, just look at Feng white posture, obviously want to blow up the rhythm.

"Can it be louder than a drum?" Wu Zhou is a little unsure, "or I will knock twice."

Feng Qibai shook his head: "No need to be bigger than the drum. As long as it reaches their ears. The drum was the exam bell. Now it is the listening."

Wu Zhou wipe sweat: "Can't you change the analogy, I have a shadow on the English test now..."

Zhao He has no opinion on blowing the flute, let him surprise is Feng Qi Bai: "You are not a sculpture department, but also can play an instrument?"

Feng Qibai did not care, light explanation: "When I was a child to learn special miscellaneous, painting, Musical Instruments, sculpture, dance, but wherever and art, in addition to singing no talent, the rest of the next sample practice, until the college entrance examination found that sculpture is the most sure, I chose this professional exam."

"Powerful," Zhao He easily did not praise people, but a Song Fei's shamelessness, a Feng Qi white's omnipotence, let him worship from the bottom of his heart, "others also learn one or two, you are a net." That much love for art?"

Feng Qi white lowered his eyes: "There is a kind of learning that your mother thinks you should learn."

In the morning wind, Xiao sound gradually rise, low resentment sadness.