The author has something to say: This is the second update. Today's double update. Friends who haven't watched the first one, go back and watch the first update first~~~

Feng Qibai pondered and thought for a moment, raised his face and shook his head slowly: "No. The distance between several buildings is too far, so don't say what you shouted, they may not be able to hear it was you. And you were shouting at the door of the Gewu Tower before, and the voice floated outward along the innermost part of the avenue, without any obstacles. Now we are in the building, not only through several floors of floors, but the location is still sandwiched in the middle. The window is facing the Gewu Tower, and I guess there is no movement on the Luban Tower.

"Then go to the roof," Wu Zhou suggested, "There is no obstacle on both sides. We can shout here and then shout there."

"Does your sports hospital have any other ways to shout?"

"whistle?"

Feng Qibai sighed: "Can't you escape from the human body's functions?"

Zhao He inserted into it: "Beat the drums and drums? There must be some."

Feng Qibai was stunned, and Zhao He woke up the dreamer with a word.

"You guys have it?" Zhao He was not stupid. He understood roughly when he saw Feng Qibai's expression.

Feng Qi rolled his eyes: "What do we need to do when gongs and drums? We are cheering and carving?"

"Then what's your expression?"

"Our hospital does not have one, but the vocal department does."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's get started!"

The three friends did it as soon as they said, but the former students in the sculpture department on the third floor were not vegetarians. A group of more than a dozen people were swaying in the corridor with carving knives, making them look like the young and dandy who crossed the river. What do you think of? What do you think of? You can fly a knife when you have a disagreement.

What's even more terrible is that the moonlight is bright on the corridor on the third floor, and as long as they emerge, they will be seen clearly.

"What should I do?" Zhao He stuck to the crack in the door, closely observing the zombie patrol, while whispering to analyze the situation, "I guess it's over."

Wu Zhou squeezed his waist against him, and tried hard to look out through the crack in the door. Suddenly he glanced at the red device on the wall not far away, and his eyes lit up: "Fire hose!"

The zombie seemed to notice the sound of speaking, and the one who was walking at the end suddenly turned around.

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

The three of them returned to the inner room to discuss—

Wu Zhou: "I think it is feasible. The impact of the water column is quite strong, so it is no problem to block the zombies."

"Of course it's okay to sniff," Zhao He hesitated, "but the premise is that that thing can be used? It looks like it's been scrapped in disrepair. Is it sure it's not a decoration?"

"Don't worry," Feng Qibai, who had not spoken, was calm and confident. "I don't know from another building. The fire hose in Yixin Building is absolutely easy to use."

"Have you used it?" Zhao He wondered, "I haven't heard of any fire in our school since I entered school."

Feng Qi spread his hands blankly: "It's not that you have to catch a fire."

Zhao He blinked his eyes ignorantly, feeling that he and the other party were not from the same world: "This is really a very magical statement."

"Fire hoses are very important performance art props in our hospital. Sometimes, if the interface is not strict or the water volume and impetus are problematic, they will be reported in time." Feng Qibai said this and waited for a while. He felt that Zhao He had almost digested it, so he asked gently, "Do you understand what I mean?"

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

"It depends on whether the performance artist's ending is a perfect escape or a school punishment. Oh yes, private fire hydrants are qualified to be punished."

“What is the difference between these two endings?”

"The former painted a colorful rest at the highest tide of performance art, which means success, while a successful performance art will make the later generations have no interest in repetition; the latter means failure, but failure can stimulate people to continue. This is respect for art and dedication to art."

"..." Zhao He swallowed his saliva and asked for help from the audience outside the venue, "Can you understand?"

Wu Zhou scratched his head: "Uh, it's almost the same."

Zhao He: "Then can you explain it briefly to me in human language?"

Wu Zhou: "The second-year-old naughty child is keen on committing a great death."

Zhao He: "Good brother!"

The Dragon King is inspiring, and the water is filled with Yixin.

When violent water columns ejected from the fire hose, Zhao He found the spirit of being a man who could not help but be a man!

More than a dozen zombies were stumbled around by the strong impulse, and they were so embarrassed that they could not stand up. Zhao He and Yu Guang swept to two comrades who were still watching and urged them impatiently: "Run--"

This urgency also deflected slightly, but the fire hose released itself and headed straight for two comrades. Poor Wuzhou and Feng Qibai, before they even started, they fell into a bright and cool heart.

An innocent comrade roared: "Zhao He!!!"

Embarrassment and guilt came overwhelmingly, Zhao He thought in a panic about what to do and what to say, if this situation is... it is Song Fei, yes, what would happen if it is Song Fei?

Bang!

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

"Yeah, here, I know you two love me, hurry up, go upstairs first, and then let's talk about it, be good!"

“…”

My comrades didn't say anything anymore, but just listening to the sound of footsteps, you could taste the depression and aggrievance.

Seeing his comrades going upstairs one after another, Zhao He sighed very relieved. Sure enough, he chose Song Fei as the right person. That person was the most cunning. No matter who is right or wrong, who is responsible for the mistakes, he always had the generals to block the water, and the earth would block the guest and turn the risk into a bargain. It was simply a clear stream of bad people!

Seeing that the timing was almost the same, Zhao He decisively threw down 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 used more skillful movements to blink his eyes and opened the bolt valve!

Scream—

The three of them went all the way, and after the sculpture department, they broke through the five or six levels of the painting department. Compared with the sculpture department, the combat effectiveness of the painting department students has plummeted, and they no longer have weapons. Most of them are empty-handed, and some are holding watercolor palettes or paintbrushes, which makes Zhao He feel a little unbearable when he is shining.

But in the end they got stuck on the seventh floor.

First, the fire hose on the seventh floor was really not tightly tight, and the leaking water was more than the ones that were splashed, and the lethality dropped sharply. Second, the seventh floor was not only infected teachers, but also some vocal music students from the eighth and nineth floors, and the zombie team grew inexplicably.

But the team is not able to accuse Feng Qibai of false propaganda because the fire hose on this floor is indeed not in the category of performance art, and students who have committed great death will not be tested regularly for it! You should know that this floor is completely the teacher's office. Once you make a fuss, all the teacher will be the perpetrator and one student will not even use the method of eliminating it. You can take it down directly, and there is no possibility of escape.

Therefore, the battle on this floor was so bumpy. Before they could finish the fight, the three of them were helpless and had no choice but to hide in the women's bathroom.

So during the next day, the three of them were surrounded by a subtle sense of shame. Those who were not sleepy also forced themselves to close their eyes. The entire team was silent and as peaceful as an angel.

Night comes again.

Zhao He was the first to open his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Are you ready?"

Wuzhou is almost seamless: "Can't wait!"

Feng Qibai didn't say anything, but had already stood up and held the carving knife tightly.

Zhao He held the door handle and asked last time: "Don't you really want to apply some zombie blood cover?"

Two comrades: "Full, no, use!"

Zhao He sighed and opened the door and walked out.

Those who accomplish great things are not focused on the details. As expected, not everyone is as heroic as him. But it doesn’t matter. There is only one lord in the Taoyuan mercy. He will be the leader of this group of dragons...

Huh? Where are the second and third brothers?

Uncle Zhao, who came to his senses, looked around. Except for the zombies with his back facing him in the distance, there were no comrades in his arms!

"Shh--"

A short prompt came from the air.

Zhao Hexun looked at him and finally found Wu Zhou's head poked out at the corner of the other stairs.

The choice of night action is to avoid fighting to the greatest extent. If not, Wu Zhou would definitely curse at this moment - you can even rebel in both directions!

Feng Qibai had already poked this guy into a pumpkin lantern in his head, so he felt a little more comfortable, not as excited as Wu Zhou.

Zhao He rubbed against the wall in a mess and finally returned to the right track.

The eighth and nineth floors are not difficult to fight, but 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 practice every day. Although according to the department, the classroom is soundproofed, it is actually very disturbing. Students in the sculpture department often make their knives unsteadily and rework in various ways. But he can't tell which room is. After all, he is not in the vocal music department and basically does not go above the seventh floor.

In this way, the three friends can only search in the classroom. It is still secondary to not being able to search for drums and drums. They can catch zombies in ten or five times, which is to be fatal.

The three of them could only rest when they were tired and then play after they had enough rest. They used the stupidest method to conduct a carpet-style search. When they finally found the red Chinese-style drum in the staircase classroom next to the north of the twelfth floor, it was almost dawn.

The three of them knew that they could not delay, but the scene in the stairs classroom still made them unable to calm down for a long time.

The classroom door was open, but they were about to fight after they got locked, but they found that there were no zombies inside, only corpses. They either leaned against the corner of the wall, lying horizontally on the ground, alone, or hugged. The corpse's face had already begun to grow spots, but the loneliness and despair before death still came to their faces.

Wu Zhou opened his face and pressed his hands against his eyes.

Zhao He felt sad.

In theory, only the drums belong to the public property of the vocal music system. Due to inconvenience in carrying, they are stored in the classroom all year round. Various other musical instruments should be the private property of students. Now, these flutes, flutes, erhu, horse-head fiddles, etc. are scattered on the ground in a mess.

This should be a folk band that is being rehearsed.

How many days have they been sleepy here? Did something suddenly happen during rehearsal? Why are there many more instruments than corpses? Is some people running away or turning into zombies? Under what circumstances will some people become zombies and others starve to death?

Zhao He clenched his fists, and his palms were wet and hot.

There is only one possibility. Some people starve to death first, while others can't hold on, so they opened the door...

Dong.

The drumsticks fell to the ground.

Zhao He and Wu Zhou looked up together, and Feng Qibai was struggling to carry the big drum.

His eyes were blocked behind the bangs, and in theory it would be impossible to see clearly, but Zhao He felt the perseverance in the other party's eyes by chance.
To be continued...