Chapter 73
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Feng Qibai pondered for a moment, then raised his face and shook his head slowly: "no way. A few buildings are too far away. I'm afraid they may not be able to recognize you. Besides, you used to shout at the gate of Gewu building, and the voice floated out along the road. There was no obstacle. Now we are in the building, separated by several floors, and the position is still sandwiched in the middle. The window is facing the Gewu building. Maybe we can't hear anything from Luban building.
"Then go to the top of the building," Wu Zhou suggested. "There are no obstacles on both sides. We can shout here and then shout there."
"Is there any way out of shouting in your sports institute?"
"Whistling?"
Feng Qibai sighed: "can't it be separated from human function?"
Zhao he chimed in: "beating gongs and drums? It has to be. "
Feng Qibai was stunned, and Zhao he woke up the dreamer with a word.
"What do you have?" Zhao he is not stupid. You can see the expression of Feng Qibai.
Feng Qibai rolled his eyes: "why do we need gongs and drums? "Carving while cheering?"
"Then what's your face?"
"We don't have it in our college, but in the vocal music department."
"What are you waiting for? Let's get started!"
The three friends said they could do it, but the former students of sculpture department on the third floor were not vegetarian. A group of more than ten people are wandering in the corridor with a carving knife. The old man, who is able to cross the river with a dragon, has the posture of flying a knife when he doesn't know what to look at and how to look at you.
What's more, the corridor on the third floor is bright with moonlight. As long as they come up, they will be clearly seen.
"What to do?" Zhao he pasted on the crack of the door, while closely observing the zombie patrol, while quietly analyzing the situation, "hard rush."
Wu Zhou cat's waist pressed against his side and tried to look out through the crack of the door. Suddenly, he took a look at the red device on the wall not far away, and his eyes lit up: "fire hose!"
The zombie seemed to be aware of the voice, and the one at the back suddenly turned around.
Zhao he was surprised and immediately closed the door.
Three people went back to the inner room to discuss -
Wu Zhou: "I think it's feasible. The impact of the water column is quite strong. It's no problem to block the zombies."
"There's no problem with it," Zhao he hesitated, "but only if it works? It looks like it's in disrepair. Are you sure it's not a decoration
"Don't worry," Feng Qibai, who has been silent, said calmly and firmly, "I don't know about other buildings. The fire hose of Yixin building is absolutely easy to use."
"Did you use it?" Zhao he wondered, "I haven't heard of any fire in our school since I entered school."
Feng Qibai said, "it's not necessary to have a fire."
Zhao he blinked his eyes, feeling that he and the other are not in the same world: "this is really a very magical statement."
"The fire hose is a very important performance art prop in our hospital. Sometimes if the interface is not strict or there is a problem with the water impulse, it will be reported in time." Feng Qibai said that after waiting for a while, he felt that Zhao he had almost digested. Then he gently asked, "do you understand what I mean?"
Zhao he felt that he understood it, but he didn't seem to understand it thoroughly, but he was more eager to know: "how often do you do it..."
"It depends on whether the end of the performance artist is a perfect escape or a school punishment. Oh, yes, opening a fire hydrant privately is enough to be punished. "
"What's the difference between the two endings?"
"The former draws a colorful stop at the highest tide of this performance art, which means success, while a successful performance art will make the latecomers lack interest 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 his saliva and asked for help from Wu, "can you understand me?"
Wu Zhou grabs head: "Er, almost."
Zhao he: "can you give me a brief explanation in human language?"
Wu Zhou: "No.2 Middle School bear children are keen to die."
Zhao he: good brother
The Dragon King is agitated, and the water is full of art.
When the violent water jet from the fire hose mouth, Zhao he found the spirit of "one man at the gate, ten thousand men at the gate"!
More than a dozen zombies were so embarrassed that they couldn't stand up. Zhao He Yu Guang swept two of his comrades in arms who were still watching and urged them impatiently: "run --"
this urge and his body also slightly deflected. As a result, one of them didn't control the direction, so the fire hose let them fly and went straight to the two comrades in arms. Poor Wu Zhou and Feng Qibai. Before they started, they were so cool.
Innocent comrades roared: "Zhao he!"
Embarrassment and guilt are overwhelming. Zhao he is confused about what to do and what to say. If this situation is It's Song Fei. Right. What would Song Fei do?
Pop!
Zhao he felt that the light bulb in his head was on."Mm-hmm, here, I know you two love me. Come on, go upstairs first, and we'll talk about it later, good boy!"
“……”
My comrades in arms didn't speak any more, but just listening to the sound of footsteps, they could taste the depression and frustration.
Seeing his comrades in arms going upstairs, Zhao Hechang sighed. Sure enough, it's right to choose Song Fei. That man is the most cunning. No matter who is right or wrong, who is right or who is wrong, he can always come to fight against the enemy. It's just a stream of bad people!
Seeing that the timing was almost the same, Zhao he resolutely dropped the fire hose and rushed to the fourth floor. At that time, Wu Zhou was already entangled with the zombies on the fourth floor, and Feng Qibai connected the water hose and opened the valve in a more skillful blink of an eye!
Yi -
the three of them broke through the five or six levels of the painting department after the sculpture department. Compared with the sculpture department, the combat effectiveness of the students in the painting department has declined sharply, and they no longer have weapons. Most of them are empty handed, and some of them still hold the watercolor palette or brush, which makes Zhao Heyi a little impatient.
But in the end they got stuck on the seventh floor.
The fire hose on the seventh floor was not tightened. More water was leaked than exposed, and the lethality dropped sharply. Secondly, there are not only infected teachers on the seventh floor, but also some vocal music students on the eighth and ninth floor. The zombie team is growing inexplicably.
But it's not easy for the team to accuse Feng Qibai of false propaganda, because the fire hose on this floor is really not in the scope of performance art, and there are no dead students to test it regularly! You should know that this floor is completely the teacher's office. Once a demon is made, the whole teacher will be the perpetrator. A student will not even use the method of elimination. If he takes it directly, he will never escape.
So the fight on this floor was very bumpy. Before they finished fighting, the three of them had no choice but to hide in the women's toilet.
So the next day, all three of them were surrounded by a subtle sense of shame. They were not sleepy and forced to close their eyes. The whole team was silent and peaceful like an angel.
Night, come again.
Zhao he was the first to open his eyes and said in a deep voice, "are you ready?"
Wuzhou almost seamless interface: "can't wait!"
Feng Qibai didn't speak, but he got up and grasped the carving knife.
Zhao he held the doorknob and asked for the last time, "do you really want to wipe some zombie blood on your body?"
Two comrades in arms: "finish, complete, no, use!"
Zhao he sighed and opened the door.
Those who achieve great things do not pay attention to trivial matters. As expected, not everyone is as heroic as him. But it doesn't matter. Taoyuan Jieyi is just a Lord. He will be the leader of the dragons
Why? What about second brother and third brother?
Uncle Zhao looked around. Apart from his zombie in the distance, where are his comrades in arms!
"Shh -"
there was a short prompt in the air.
Zhao he followed his reputation and finally found Wu Zhou's head sticking out at the corner of the stairs at the other end.
Choosing to act at night is to avoid fighting as much as possible. If not, Wu Zhou will be forced to swear at the moment - you can go against both directions!
Feng Qibai had already poked the goods into pumpkin lanterns in his head, so he was more comfortable than Wu Zhou.
Zhao he scraped against the wall and finally returned to the right track.
It's not difficult to fight between the eight and nine levels. The difficult thing is to find gongs and drums. According to Feng Qibai, the vocal music department must have these things, because they can be heard practicing every day. Although according to the Department, the classrooms have been soundproofed, they are still very disturbing to the people. They often make the students in the sculpture department unstable and rework. But he couldn't tell exactly where it was. After all, he was not a vocal music department. He didn't go up to the seventh floor.
In this way, the three little friends can only search one classroom after another. If you can't find gongs and drums, it's secondary. Five times out of ten, you can run into zombies.
Three people can only play tired rest, rest enough to play, with the most stupid way to carpet search, etc. in the twelve floor North piano room next to the ladder classroom finally found the red Chinese style drum, the day is almost dawn.
All three knew that they could not be delayed, but the scene in the classroom still kept them calm for a long time.
The door of the classroom was open, but they were just about to fight when they found that there were no zombies inside, only corpses. Or leaning on the corner, or lying on the ground, or alone, or hugging, the body's face has begun to spot, but the loneliness and despair before death still come.
Don't open your face, Wu Zhou. Put your hand against your eyes.
Zhao he felt sad.
In principle, only the drum belongs to the public property of the vocal music department. Because it is inconvenient to carry, it is stored in the classroom all the year round. Other kinds of musical instruments should be students' private property. Now, these flutes, Xiao, erhu and Matouqin are scattered on the ground.
This should be a folk music group in rehearsal.
How many days have they been stuck here? Did something happen during rehearsal? Why are there more musical instruments than corpses? Did some people escape or become zombies? Under what circumstances will some become zombies and others starve to death?Zhao he clenched his fist and his palm was hot and humid.
There is only one possibility. Some people starve to death first, while others can't hold on any longer, so they open the door
Dong.
The drumstick fell to the ground.
Zhao he and Wu Zhou look up together, and Feng Qibai is struggling with the drum.
In theory, it's Liu's eyes that can't see him clearly.
Feng Qibai didn't say anything, but he made his comrades in arms understand that the dead are gone, and the living still have to live.
Take a deep breath, Zhao he and Wu Zhou come forward to help.
It's not easy to get the drum on the roof. Fortunately, they have rope and Zhao he.
The latter first step on the roof, and then below Wu Zhou, Feng Qibai tied the drum, the other end of the rope up. Zhao he catches it steadily and pulls the drum up.
Together, Zhao he is the only one who can accomplish this task. He is strong and powerful. He is not only the leader of the whole university city, but also the leader of our university.
If Feng Qibai and Wu Zhou don't just push the zombie downstairs, they may not choose Yixin building. If they don't choose Yixin building, they may not be able to get to the rooftop even if they find Dagu. But if they don't have Feng Qibai, only he and Wu Zhou, let alone Dagu, can stand out among those zombie armies like Wansheng Festival.
Therefore, Zhao he thinks that if the three of them avoid so many troubles and finally get together in Yixin building, it's the destiny that the wusheng class can survive.
Now the only prayer is that they haven't left Gewu building. After all, it was another night. The sky was shining. They had already got the radio.
Dong Dong Dong Dong -
without any guidance, Wu Zhou, who picked up the drumstick, immediately incarnated as the king of the northwest drum, and almost tied a white towel on his head.
In the deafening sound of the drums, Zhao he suddenly realized that the words of their three man team were not so few. Overnight, most of the time is to do, fight, poke. No one's nagging unless it's necessary. My ears are so clean that I want to cry.
As expected, he still likes the minimalist class atmosphere of "unyielding survival 2".
Wu Zhou thumped for several minutes until his arm was sore, and then he stopped at Feng Qibai's sign.
There is a big piece of light on the horizon, but there is only wind on the roof.
Feng Qibai showed his flute calmly.
The two masters of the Department of physical education didn't pay attention to when Feng's comrades in arms got a flute. To be exact, they didn't know much about flutes, clarinets, Sheng and Xiao. They just looked at Feng's posture and obviously wanted to play the rhythm.
"Can it be louder than a drum?" Wu Zhou is a bit bottomless, "or I'll knock twice."
Feng Qibai shook his head: "it's not bigger than the drum. As long as it reaches them. Just now the drum is the test bell, now it's listening. "
Wu Zhou wiped the sweat: "can't you change a metaphor, I have a shadow on the English test now..."
Zhao he has no problem with the flute. To his surprise, Feng Qibai said, "don't you belong to the sculpture department? Can you play musical instruments?"
Feng Qibai didn't think much of it. He explained faintly: "when I was a child, I learned painting, musical instruments, sculpture, and dance. All those who were involved in art had no talent except singing. The rest of them practiced next to the samples. When I was in the college entrance examination, I found that sculpture was the most sure, so I chose this major."
"Fierce," Zhao he easily did not praise people, but Song Fei's shamelessness and Feng Qibai's omnipotence all made him admire him from the bottom of his heart, "others will learn one or two things when they are in the sky, you will catch them all in one net. So much for art? "
Feng Qibai lowered his eyes: "there is a kind of learning that your mother thinks you should learn."
In the morning wind, the sound of the flute rises gradually, and the sorrow is low.
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Feng Qibai pondered for a moment, then raised his face and shook his head slowly: "no way. A few buildings are too far away. I'm afraid they may not be able to recognize you. Besides, you used to shout at the gate of Gewu building, and the voice floated out along the road. There was no obstacle. Now we are in the building, separated by several floors, and the position is still sandwiched in the middle. The window is facing the Gewu building. Maybe we can't hear anything from Luban building.
"Then go to the top of the building," Wu Zhou suggested. "There are no obstacles on both sides. We can shout here and then shout there."
"Is there any way out of shouting in your sports institute?"
"Whistling?"
Feng Qibai sighed: "can't it be separated from human function?"
Zhao he chimed in: "beating gongs and drums? It has to be. "
Feng Qibai was stunned, and Zhao he woke up the dreamer with a word.
"What do you have?" Zhao he is not stupid. You can see the expression of Feng Qibai.
Feng Qibai rolled his eyes: "why do we need gongs and drums? "Carving while cheering?"
"Then what's your face?"
"We don't have it in our college, but in the vocal music department."
"What are you waiting for? Let's get started!"
The three friends said they could do it, but the former students of sculpture department on the third floor were not vegetarian. A group of more than ten people are wandering in the corridor with a carving knife. The old man, who is able to cross the river with a dragon, has the posture of flying a knife when he doesn't know what to look at and how to look at you.
What's more, the corridor on the third floor is bright with moonlight. As long as they come up, they will be clearly seen.
"What to do?" Zhao he pasted on the crack of the door, while closely observing the zombie patrol, while quietly analyzing the situation, "hard rush."
Wu Zhou cat's waist pressed against his side and tried to look out through the crack of the door. Suddenly, he took a look at the red device on the wall not far away, and his eyes lit up: "fire hose!"
The zombie seemed to be aware of the voice, and the one at the back suddenly turned around.
Zhao he was surprised and immediately closed the door.
Three people went back to the inner room to discuss -
Wu Zhou: "I think it's feasible. The impact of the water column is quite strong. It's no problem to block the zombies."
"There's no problem with it," Zhao he hesitated, "but only if it works? It looks like it's in disrepair. Are you sure it's not a decoration
"Don't worry," Feng Qibai, who has been silent, said calmly and firmly, "I don't know about other buildings. The fire hose of Yixin building is absolutely easy to use."
"Did you use it?" Zhao he wondered, "I haven't heard of any fire in our school since I entered school."
Feng Qibai said, "it's not necessary to have a fire."
Zhao he blinked his eyes, feeling that he and the other are not in the same world: "this is really a very magical statement."
"The fire hose is a very important performance art prop in our hospital. Sometimes if the interface is not strict or there is a problem with the water impulse, it will be reported in time." Feng Qibai said that after waiting for a while, he felt that Zhao he had almost digested. Then he gently asked, "do you understand what I mean?"
Zhao he felt that he understood it, but he didn't seem to understand it thoroughly, but he was more eager to know: "how often do you do it..."
"It depends on whether the end of the performance artist is a perfect escape or a school punishment. Oh, yes, opening a fire hydrant privately is enough to be punished. "
"What's the difference between the two endings?"
"The former draws a colorful stop at the highest tide of this performance art, which means success, while a successful performance art will make the latecomers lack interest 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 his saliva and asked for help from Wu, "can you understand me?"
Wu Zhou grabs head: "Er, almost."
Zhao he: "can you give me a brief explanation in human language?"
Wu Zhou: "No.2 Middle School bear children are keen to die."
Zhao he: good brother
The Dragon King is agitated, and the water is full of art.
When the violent water jet from the fire hose mouth, Zhao he found the spirit of "one man at the gate, ten thousand men at the gate"!
More than a dozen zombies were so embarrassed that they couldn't stand up. Zhao He Yu Guang swept two of his comrades in arms who were still watching and urged them impatiently: "run --"
this urge and his body also slightly deflected. As a result, one of them didn't control the direction, so the fire hose let them fly and went straight to the two comrades in arms. Poor Wu Zhou and Feng Qibai. Before they started, they were so cool.
Innocent comrades roared: "Zhao he!"
Embarrassment and guilt are overwhelming. Zhao he is confused about what to do and what to say. If this situation is It's Song Fei. Right. What would Song Fei do?
Pop!
Zhao he felt that the light bulb in his head was on."Mm-hmm, here, I know you two love me. Come on, go upstairs first, and we'll talk about it later, good boy!"
“……”
My comrades in arms didn't speak any more, but just listening to the sound of footsteps, they could taste the depression and frustration.
Seeing his comrades in arms going upstairs, Zhao Hechang sighed. Sure enough, it's right to choose Song Fei. That man is the most cunning. No matter who is right or wrong, who is right or who is wrong, he can always come to fight against the enemy. It's just a stream of bad people!
Seeing that the timing was almost the same, Zhao he resolutely dropped the fire hose and rushed to the fourth floor. At that time, Wu Zhou was already entangled with the zombies on the fourth floor, and Feng Qibai connected the water hose and opened the valve in a more skillful blink of an eye!
Yi -
the three of them broke through the five or six levels of the painting department after the sculpture department. Compared with the sculpture department, the combat effectiveness of the students in the painting department has declined sharply, and they no longer have weapons. Most of them are empty handed, and some of them still hold the watercolor palette or brush, which makes Zhao Heyi a little impatient.
But in the end they got stuck on the seventh floor.
The fire hose on the seventh floor was not tightened. More water was leaked than exposed, and the lethality dropped sharply. Secondly, there are not only infected teachers on the seventh floor, but also some vocal music students on the eighth and ninth floor. The zombie team is growing inexplicably.
But it's not easy for the team to accuse Feng Qibai of false propaganda, because the fire hose on this floor is really not in the scope of performance art, and there are no dead students to test it regularly! You should know that this floor is completely the teacher's office. Once a demon is made, the whole teacher will be the perpetrator. A student will not even use the method of elimination. If he takes it directly, he will never escape.
So the fight on this floor was very bumpy. Before they finished fighting, the three of them had no choice but to hide in the women's toilet.
So the next day, all three of them were surrounded by a subtle sense of shame. They were not sleepy and forced to close their eyes. The whole team was silent and peaceful like an angel.
Night, come again.
Zhao he was the first to open his eyes and said in a deep voice, "are you ready?"
Wuzhou almost seamless interface: "can't wait!"
Feng Qibai didn't speak, but he got up and grasped the carving knife.
Zhao he held the doorknob and asked for the last time, "do you really want to wipe some zombie blood on your body?"
Two comrades in arms: "finish, complete, no, use!"
Zhao he sighed and opened the door.
Those who achieve great things do not pay attention to trivial matters. As expected, not everyone is as heroic as him. But it doesn't matter. Taoyuan Jieyi is just a Lord. He will be the leader of the dragons
Why? What about second brother and third brother?
Uncle Zhao looked around. Apart from his zombie in the distance, where are his comrades in arms!
"Shh -"
there was a short prompt in the air.
Zhao he followed his reputation and finally found Wu Zhou's head sticking out at the corner of the stairs at the other end.
Choosing to act at night is to avoid fighting as much as possible. If not, Wu Zhou will be forced to swear at the moment - you can go against both directions!
Feng Qibai had already poked the goods into pumpkin lanterns in his head, so he was more comfortable than Wu Zhou.
Zhao he scraped against the wall and finally returned to the right track.
It's not difficult to fight between the eight and nine levels. The difficult thing is to find gongs and drums. According to Feng Qibai, the vocal music department must have these things, because they can be heard practicing every day. Although according to the Department, the classrooms have been soundproofed, they are still very disturbing to the people. They often make the students in the sculpture department unstable and rework. But he couldn't tell exactly where it was. After all, he was not a vocal music department. He didn't go up to the seventh floor.
In this way, the three little friends can only search one classroom after another. If you can't find gongs and drums, it's secondary. Five times out of ten, you can run into zombies.
Three people can only play tired rest, rest enough to play, with the most stupid way to carpet search, etc. in the twelve floor North piano room next to the ladder classroom finally found the red Chinese style drum, the day is almost dawn.
All three knew that they could not be delayed, but the scene in the classroom still kept them calm for a long time.
The door of the classroom was open, but they were just about to fight when they found that there were no zombies inside, only corpses. Or leaning on the corner, or lying on the ground, or alone, or hugging, the body's face has begun to spot, but the loneliness and despair before death still come.
Don't open your face, Wu Zhou. Put your hand against your eyes.
Zhao he felt sad.
In principle, only the drum belongs to the public property of the vocal music department. Because it is inconvenient to carry, it is stored in the classroom all the year round. Other kinds of musical instruments should be students' private property. Now, these flutes, Xiao, erhu and Matouqin are scattered on the ground.
This should be a folk music group in rehearsal.
How many days have they been stuck here? Did something happen during rehearsal? Why are there more musical instruments than corpses? Did some people escape or become zombies? Under what circumstances will some become zombies and others starve to death?Zhao he clenched his fist and his palm was hot and humid.
There is only one possibility. Some people starve to death first, while others can't hold on any longer, so they open the door
Dong.
The drumstick fell to the ground.
Zhao he and Wu Zhou look up together, and Feng Qibai is struggling with the drum.
In theory, it's Liu's eyes that can't see him clearly.
Feng Qibai didn't say anything, but he made his comrades in arms understand that the dead are gone, and the living still have to live.
Take a deep breath, Zhao he and Wu Zhou come forward to help.
It's not easy to get the drum on the roof. Fortunately, they have rope and Zhao he.
The latter first step on the roof, and then below Wu Zhou, Feng Qibai tied the drum, the other end of the rope up. Zhao he catches it steadily and pulls the drum up.
Together, Zhao he is the only one who can accomplish this task. He is strong and powerful. He is not only the leader of the whole university city, but also the leader of our university.
If Feng Qibai and Wu Zhou don't just push the zombie downstairs, they may not choose Yixin building. If they don't choose Yixin building, they may not be able to get to the rooftop even if they find Dagu. But if they don't have Feng Qibai, only he and Wu Zhou, let alone Dagu, can stand out among those zombie armies like Wansheng Festival.
Therefore, Zhao he thinks that if the three of them avoid so many troubles and finally get together in Yixin building, it's the destiny that the wusheng class can survive.
Now the only prayer is that they haven't left Gewu building. After all, it was another night. The sky was shining. They had already got the radio.
Dong Dong Dong Dong -
without any guidance, Wu Zhou, who picked up the drumstick, immediately incarnated as the king of the northwest drum, and almost tied a white towel on his head.
In the deafening sound of the drums, Zhao he suddenly realized that the words of their three man team were not so few. Overnight, most of the time is to do, fight, poke. No one's nagging unless it's necessary. My ears are so clean that I want to cry.
As expected, he still likes the minimalist class atmosphere of "unyielding survival 2".
Wu Zhou thumped for several minutes until his arm was sore, and then he stopped at Feng Qibai's sign.
There is a big piece of light on the horizon, but there is only wind on the roof.
Feng Qibai showed his flute calmly.
The two masters of the Department of physical education didn't pay attention to when Feng's comrades in arms got a flute. To be exact, they didn't know much about flutes, clarinets, Sheng and Xiao. They just looked at Feng's posture and obviously wanted to play the rhythm.
"Can it be louder than a drum?" Wu Zhou is a bit bottomless, "or I'll knock twice."
Feng Qibai shook his head: "it's not bigger than the drum. As long as it reaches them. Just now the drum is the test bell, now it's listening. "
Wu Zhou wiped the sweat: "can't you change a metaphor, I have a shadow on the English test now..."
Zhao he has no problem with the flute. To his surprise, Feng Qibai said, "don't you belong to the sculpture department? Can you play musical instruments?"
Feng Qibai didn't think much of it. He explained faintly: "when I was a child, I learned painting, musical instruments, sculpture, and dance. All those who were involved in art had no talent except singing. The rest of them practiced next to the samples. When I was in the college entrance examination, I found that sculpture was the most sure, so I chose this major."
"Fierce," Zhao he easily did not praise people, but Song Fei's shamelessness and Feng Qibai's omnipotence all made him admire him from the bottom of his heart, "others will learn one or two things when they are in the sky, you will catch them all in one net. So much for art? "
Feng Qibai lowered his eyes: "there is a kind of learning that your mother thinks you should learn."
In the morning wind, the sound of the flute rises gradually, and the sorrow is low.
Feng Qibai pondered for a moment, then raised his face and shook his head slowly: "no way. A few buildings are too far away. I'm afraid they may not be able to recognize you. Besides, you used to shout at the gate of Gewu building, and the voice floated out along the road. There was no obstacle. Now we are in the building, separated by several floors, and the position is still sandwiched in the middle. The window is facing the Gewu building. Maybe we can't hear anything from Luban building. "Then go to the top of the building," Wu Zhou suggested. "There are no obstacles on both sides. We can shout here and then shout there." "Is there any way out of shouting in your sports institute?" "Whistling?" Feng Qibai sighed: "can't it be separated from human function?" Zhao he chimed in: "beating gongs and drums? It has to be. " Feng Qibai was stunned, and Zhao he woke up the dreamer with a word. "What do you have?" Zhao he is not stupid. You can see the expression of Feng Qibai. Feng Qibai rolled his eyes: "why do we need gongs and drums? "Carving while cheering?" "Then what's your face?" "We don't have it in our college, but in the vocal music department." "What are you waiting for? Let's get started!" The three friends said they could do it, but the former students of sculpture department on the third floor were not vegetarian. A group of more than ten people are wandering in the corridor with a carving knife. The old man, who is able to cross the river with a dragon, has the posture of flying a knife when he doesn't know what to look at and how to look at you. What's more, the corridor on the third floor is bright with moonlight. As long as they come up, they will be clearly seen. "What to do?" Zhao he pasted on the crack of the door, while closely observing the zombie patrol, while quietly analyzing the situation, "hard rush." Wu Zhou cat's waist pressed against his side and tried to look out through the crack of the door. Suddenly, he took a look at the red device on the wall not far away, and his eyes lit up: "fire hose!" The zombie seemed to be aware of the voice, and the one at the back suddenly turned around. Zhao he was surprised and immediately closed the door. Three people went back to the inner room to discuss - Wu Zhou: "I think it's feasible. The impact of the water column is quite strong. It's no problem to block the zombies." "There's no problem with it," Zhao he hesitated, "but only if it works? It looks like it's in disrepair. Are you sure it's not a decoration "Don't worry," Feng Qibai, who has been silent, said calmly and firmly, "I don't know about other buildings. The fire hose of Yixin building is absolutely easy to use." "Did you use it?" Zhao he wondered, "I haven't heard of any fire in our school since I entered school." Feng Qibai said, "it's not necessary to have a fire." Zhao he blinked his eyes, feeling that he and the other are not in the same world: "this is really a very magical statement." "The fire hose is a very important performance art prop in our hospital. Sometimes if the interface is not strict or there is a problem with the water impulse, it will be reported in time." Feng Qibai said that after waiting for a while, he felt that Zhao he had almost digested. Then he gently asked, "do you understand what I mean?" Zhao he felt that he understood it, but he didn't seem to understand it thoroughly, but he was more eager to know: "how often do you do it..." "It depends on whether the end of the performance artist is a perfect escape or a school punishment. Oh, yes, opening a fire hydrant privately is enough to be punished. " "What's the difference between the two endings?" "The former draws a colorful stop at the highest tide of this performance art, which means success, while a successful performance art will make the latecomers lack interest 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 his saliva and asked for help from Wu, "can you understand me?" Wu Zhou grabs head: "Er, almost." Zhao he: "can you give me a brief explanation in human language?" Wu Zhou: "No.2 Middle School bear children are keen to die." Zhao he: good brother The Dragon King is agitated, and the water is full of art. When the violent water jet from the fire hose mouth, Zhao he found the spirit of "one man at the gate, ten thousand men at the gate"! More than a dozen zombies were so embarrassed that they couldn't stand up. Zhao He Yu Guang swept two of his comrades in arms who were still watching and urged them impatiently: "run --" this urge and his body also slightly deflected. As a result, one of them didn't control the direction, so the fire hose let them fly and went straight to the two comrades in arms. Poor Wu Zhou and Feng Qibai. Before they started, they were so cool. Innocent comrades roared: "Zhao he!" Embarrassment and guilt are overwhelming. Zhao he is confused about what to do and what to say. If this situation is It's Song Fei. Right. What would Song Fei do? Pop! Zhao he felt that the light bulb in his head was on."Mm-hmm, here, I know you two love me. Come on, go upstairs first, and we'll talk about it later, good boy!" My comrades in arms didn't speak any more, but just listening to the sound of footsteps, they could taste the depression and frustration. Seeing his comrades in arms going upstairs, Zhao Hechang sighed. Sure enough, it's right to choose Song Fei. That man is the most cunning. No matter who is right or wrong, who is right or who is wrong, he can always come to fight against the enemy. It's just a stream of bad people! Seeing that the timing was almost the same, Zhao he resolutely dropped the fire hose and rushed to the fourth floor. At that time, Wu Zhou was already entangled with the zombies on the fourth floor, and Feng Qibai connected the water hose and opened the valve in a more skillful blink of an eye! Yi - the three of them broke through the five or six levels of the painting department after the sculpture department. Compared with the sculpture department, the combat effectiveness of the students in the painting department has declined sharply, and they no longer have weapons. Most of them are empty handed, and some of them still hold the watercolor palette or brush, which makes Zhao Heyi a little impatient. But in the end they got stuck on the seventh floor. The fire hose on the seventh floor was not tightened. More water was leaked than exposed, and the lethality dropped sharply. Secondly, there are not only infected teachers on the seventh floor, but also some vocal music students on the eighth and ninth floor. The zombie team is growing inexplicably. But it's not easy for the team to accuse Feng Qibai of false propaganda, because the fire hose on this floor is really not in the scope of performance art, and there are no dead students to test it regularly! You should know that this floor is completely the teacher's office. Once a demon is made, the whole teacher will be the perpetrator. A student will not even use the method of elimination. If he takes it directly, he will never escape. So the fight on this floor was very bumpy. Before they finished fighting, the three of them had no choice but to hide in the women's toilet. So the next day, all three of them were surrounded by a subtle sense of shame. They were not sleepy and forced to close their eyes. The whole team was silent and peaceful like an angel. Night, come again. Zhao he was the first to open his eyes and said in a deep voice, "are you ready?" Wuzhou almost seamless interface: "can't wait!" Feng Qibai didn't speak, but he got up and grasped the carving knife. Zhao he held the doorknob and asked for the last time, "do you really want to wipe some zombie blood on your body?" Two comrades in arms: "finish, complete, no, use!" Zhao he sighed and opened the door. Those who achieve great things do not pay attention to trivial matters. As expected, not everyone is as heroic as him. But it doesn't matter. Taoyuan Jieyi is just a Lord. He will be the leader of the dragons Why? What about second brother and third brother? Uncle Zhao looked around. Apart from his zombie in the distance, where are his comrades in arms! "Shh -" there was a short prompt in the air. Zhao he followed his reputation and finally found Wu Zhou's head sticking out at the corner of the stairs at the other end. Choosing to act at night is to avoid fighting as much as possible. If not, Wu Zhou will be forced to swear at the moment - you can go against both directions! Feng Qibai had already poked the goods into pumpkin lanterns in his head, so he was more comfortable than Wu Zhou. Zhao he scraped against the wall and finally returned to the right track. It's not difficult to fight between the eight and nine levels. The difficult thing is to find gongs and drums. According to Feng Qibai, the vocal music department must have these things, because they can be heard practicing every day. Although according to the Department, the classrooms have been soundproofed, they are still very disturbing to the people. They often make the students in the sculpture department unstable and rework. But he couldn't tell exactly where it was. After all, he was not a vocal music department. He didn't go up to the seventh floor. In this way, the three little friends can only search one classroom after another. If you can't find gongs and drums, it's secondary. Five times out of ten, you can run into zombies. Three people can only play tired rest, rest enough to play, with the most stupid way to carpet search, etc. in the twelve floor North piano room next to the ladder classroom finally found the red Chinese style drum, the day is almost dawn. All three knew that they could not be delayed, but the scene in the classroom still kept them calm for a long time. The door of the classroom was open, but they were just about to fight when they found that there were no zombies inside, only corpses. Or leaning on the corner, or lying on the ground, or alone, or hugging, the body's face has begun to spot, but the loneliness and despair before death still come. Don't open your face, Wu Zhou. Put your hand against your eyes. Zhao he felt sad. In principle, only the drum belongs to the public property of the vocal music department. Because it is inconvenient to carry, it is stored in the classroom all the year round. Other kinds of musical instruments should be students' private property. Now, these flutes, Xiao, erhu and Matouqin are scattered on the ground. This should be a folk music group in rehearsal. How many days have they been stuck here? Did something happen during rehearsal? Why are there more musical instruments than corpses? Did some people escape or become zombies? Under what circumstances will some become zombies and others starve to death?Zhao he clenched his fist and his palm was hot and humid. There is only one possibility. Some people starve to death first, while others can't hold on any longer, so they open the door Dong. The drumstick fell to the ground. Zhao he and Wu Zhou look up together, and Feng Qibai is struggling with the drum. In theory, it's Liu's eyes that can't see him clearly. Feng Qibai didn't say anything, but he made his comrades in arms understand that the dead are gone, and the living still have to live. Take a deep breath, Zhao he and Wu Zhou come forward to help. It's not easy to get the drum on the roof. Fortunately, they have rope and Zhao he. The latter first step on the roof, and then below Wu Zhou, Feng Qibai tied the drum, the other end of the rope up. Zhao he catches it steadily and pulls the drum up. Together, Zhao he is the only one who can accomplish this task. He is strong and powerful. He is not only the leader of the whole university city, but also the leader of our university. If Feng Qibai and Wu Zhou don't just push the zombie downstairs, they may not choose Yixin building. If they don't choose Yixin building, they may not be able to get to the rooftop even if they find Dagu. But if they don't have Feng Qibai, only he and Wu Zhou, let alone Dagu, can stand out among those zombie armies like Wansheng Festival. Therefore, Zhao he thinks that if the three of them avoid so many troubles and finally get together in Yixin building, it's the destiny that the wusheng class can survive. Now the only prayer is that they haven't left Gewu building. After all, it was another night. The sky was shining. They had already got the radio. Dong Dong Dong Dong - without any guidance, Wu Zhou, who picked up the drumstick, immediately incarnated as the king of the northwest drum, and almost tied a white towel on his head. In the deafening sound of the drums, Zhao he suddenly realized that the words of their three man team were not so few. Overnight, most of the time is to do, fight, poke. No one's nagging unless it's necessary. My ears are so clean that I want to cry. As expected, he still likes the minimalist class atmosphere of "unyielding survival 2". Wu Zhou thumped for several minutes until his arm was sore, and then he stopped at Feng Qibai's sign. There is a big piece of light on the horizon, but there is only wind on the roof. Feng Qibai showed his flute calmly. The two masters of the Department of physical education didn't pay attention to when Feng's comrades in arms got a flute. To be exact, they didn't know much about flutes, clarinets, Sheng and Xiao. They just looked at Feng's posture and obviously wanted to play the rhythm. "Can it be louder than a drum?" Wu Zhou is a bit bottomless, "or I'll knock twice." Feng Qibai shook his head: "it's not bigger than the drum. As long as it reaches them. Just now the drum is the test bell, now it's listening. " Wu Zhou wiped the sweat: "can't you change a metaphor, I have a shadow on the English test now..." Zhao he has no problem with the flute. To his surprise, Feng Qibai said, "don't you belong to the sculpture department? Can you play musical instruments?" Feng Qibai didn't think much of it. He explained faintly: "when I was a child, I learned painting, musical instruments, sculpture, and dance. All those who were involved in art had no talent except singing. The rest of them practiced next to the samples. When I was in the college entrance examination, I found that sculpture was the most sure, so I chose this major." "Fierce," Zhao he easily did not praise people, but Song Fei's shamelessness and Feng Qibai's omnipotence all made him admire him from the bottom of his heart, "others will learn one or two things when they are in the sky, you will catch them all in one net. So much for art? " Feng Qibai lowered his eyes: "there is a kind of learning that your mother thinks you should learn." In the morning wind, the sound of the flute rises gradually, and the sorrow is low.
