The ninth floor of Yixin Building is capped. Needless to say, there are elevators, and there are three staircases, one at both ends of the corridor and one in the middle, but the middle one is wide and decorative, and connects to the lobby on the first floor. The two ends are not so grand, mainly for practicality sex and fire escape.
The marble staircase that Zhao He is now stepping on is the one in the middle. It is grand and foreign, and even the handrails of the stairs are made of Roman columns, which is a bit like the British imperial palace.
However, Heibu Longdong, and his own artistic accomplishment is limited, so he can't appreciate it. He just thinks that the vision is wide, especially when the back is pressed against one side of the handrail and rubs upwards, you can look upstairs and downstairs, and you can control everything. .
The two zombies downstairs wandered to the stairs at this moment. Fortunately, Zhao He had already reached the middle platform of the stairs on the first and second floors. He stuck to the wall and remained motionless. He turned into a 3D poster and successfully crossed the sea.
After the zombies swayed farther away, Zhao He glanced at the empty stairs on the second floor, and silently prayed in his heart that the corridor would be as clean as this would be the best. Finally, he held his breath and rushed up!
As soon as Zhao He's long legs were thrown away, he walked to the second floor in a few steps. He has no time to look at the corridor, because his goal has never been here, as long as the stairs can continue to climb, it doesn't matter if the corridor is deserted or crowded.
There was almost no pause, and at the moment when both feet stepped on the ground of the second floor, Zhao He grabbed the railing with one hand, and used his right foot as the axis to turn around smartly. steps!
thump—
Zhao He was stunned when the severe pain spread from his chest to his whole body. He didn't know how he, who was stepping up the steps gracefully just a second ago, fell onto the steps with a bang, and his chest was smashed against the edge of the steps. Others were boulders on their chests, but he was a boulder on his chest, not just crushed , It's just crushed!
In the severe pain, he was only thankful that he didn't let go of the hand holding on to the railing, and he caught the bottom at the last moment, otherwise the fall would not have broken his chest, and he would probably have suffered a bloody head.
The body was still being pulled down, Zhao He finally realized that someone hugged his thigh!
Instinct drove him to kick his feet violently immediately, and after kicking several times in a row, he turned around and saw that the girl hugging him was a bulingbuling Indian-style girl. Although the angle of lying on her lap and hugging her thighs was not conducive to viewing, she still looked graceful before birth. Plump, youthful and beautiful.
The only fly in the ointment is that at this moment, she is opening her bloody mouth, holding her thigh tightly and not letting go. If it wasn't for Zhao He kicking and kicking so violently that she had nowhere to put her mouth, she probably would have gnawed on it long ago.
And the Indian girl in this room threw herself into her arms, and six revolutionary girls ran out of the corridor over there!
Three of them were wearing blue bunt military uniforms, with red armbands on their arms, and some of them were holding machetes that looked like knives at first glance, but were also gleaming and frightening. As a male student, Zhao He always has a sense of fear that he will be dragged out and criticized soon.
Another pair of Latin dancers, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, Zhao He even felt that they didn't come running but twisted and jumped!
Finally, there is a male classmate who follows at the end, but that enchanting figure and charm cannot be broken even if he becomes a zombie!
Zhao He is not afraid of zombies, but that doesn't mean he is indifferent to zombies with makeup on! It's a crime to put on heavy makeup and make up your head and pose in such a miserable night! The master of fear!
The Indian girl immediately let go of the stab with her hand, and Zhao He scrambled and climbed to the third floor. She still has a great advantage in speed—after all, she is a professional, and even normal male classmates can be crushed, let alone infected. Female classmate - ran up to the third floor in a few steps, glanced at the corridor on the right, almost cried, there are no zombies!
Without saying a word, Zhao He shot out like a bullet, and rushed towards the direction where his comrades were!
Clank—
After running for two steps, Zhao He only felt a gust of wind in his ears, and something brushed his face and finally fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, he had already run to the "falling object", and saw a shining carving knife on the marble floor.
Zhao He came to his senses in an instant, and ran away immediately, without even looking back, shouting loudly while running: "Wu Zhou—"
In the lifeless Yixin Building, the sound was like thunder, piercing the sky!
Not far away, a classroom door opened quickly. Before Zhao He could see the protruding head clearly, he heard a familiar voice: "Zhao He, here—"
Wu Zhou has a broken voice, his speech is not pleasant at ordinary times, and it is even harsher to shout loudly.
But at this moment, Zhao He could only think of two words, Tian Lai, amidst the warm current.
The moment he rushed into the classroom and turned around to close the door, Zhao He finally saw that besides the group of demons who came up from the second floor, there was also a team with knives newly joined on the third floor. The murder weapon looked like the carving knife he threw himself before, but because the door was only closed for a moment, he didn't see it clearly.
bang bang bang!
The classroom door was suddenly smashed madly, and there was even a collision!
Wu Zhou, Zhao He, and Feng Qibai stood firmly against the door, but they didn't dare to say anything, they just resisted silently, for fear of making the zombies outside the door even more agitated.
After about five minutes, the Pazai gradually weakened, and after another two minutes, it disappeared completely.
Just as Zhao He was about to open his mouth, Feng Qibai made a shh gesture, then pointed to the back room, signaling him to speak over there.
The three of them quietly moved into the back room, and only then did Zhao He see clearly that what he was in was not an ordinary classroom, but a sculpture classroom. There are two compartments inside and outside, the outside has doors and windows, except that there are no tables and chairs, the structure is the same as that of ordinary classrooms, and the inside is like a space separated from the back, with no windows and no doors. It is appropriate to say "inner room", because more Closed and more private.
There are some semi-finished sculptures in the two areas, some of which can be seen, some are still confused, and the paintings on the walls are the works of masters of different periods, such as David, Venus, and the discus thrower Wait, it sets off a strong artistic atmosphere.
As soon as he entered the room, Wu Zhou gave Zhao He a bear hug!
Zhao He's eyes were sour, but he still pretended to pat the back of his comrade-in-arms, teasing: "This kind of excited hug should wait until the Universiade delists."
Wu Zhou let go of his comrade-in-arms, and the lingering emotion of excitement gradually surfaced on his face: "Then I won't have the chance to hug you again in this life!"
Zhao He made a black line, and punched him angrily.
Wu Zhou laughed.
Feng Qibai was also a little excited by the comrades in arms who fell from the sky, but he never liked to show his emotions. Although he was always evaluated as cold and melancholy, he was an artist, and a bit of a maverick temperament was not a bad thing. So he hesitated again and again, but still swallowed the hot words and went straight to the topic: "Where did you come from, why is it just you?"
Zhao He was used to his cold head and cold face, so he didn't care about it, and reported the situation of Gewulou in detail.
After finishing speaking, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "I reckoned that you two didn't return, and happened to see the corpse of the zombie that you two pushed down the stairs, and followed the smell of toilet water to find it."
"The two of us want to go back, so we have to run out." Wu Zhou looked desperate, "This building is full of demons dancing, if we can find a place to hide here, we will have escaped from death."
These words touched Zhao He's sore spot, and he immediately held the hands of his comrades with sympathy: "Do you miss the building of our physical institute very much?"
Wu Zhou shook his grip hard: "The departments are neat and orderly, and the students are simple and rude!"
Feng Qibai narrowed his eyes and looked at the two comrades-in-arms, and reminded lightly: "When you speak ill of other people's colleges, can you please avoid the master?"
Zhao He let go of Wu Zhou, turned to Feng Qibai, and said from the bottom of his heart: "If you are hugged by a bulingbulign Indian girl, you will understand how I feel."
Feng Qibai pointed to the goggles that had been dried but still had saliva marks on the side, and shrugged: "Then let's change, I'll let the Indian girl hug my thigh, and you let the ballet senior gnaw a few bites."
Zhao He: "..."
Wu Zhou sighed heavily, and pulled the two little friends to sit down: "Don't embarrass the hard-working people."
After Feng Qibai's science popularization, Zhao Hecai really understood the structure of Yixin Building for the first time. Although there are nine floors, they belong to four different departments of dance, painting, vocal music, and sculpture.
It is not difficult to explain why Zhao He met all the strange costumes on the first and second floors, but it was Xiao Li Feidao on the third floor.
but-
"Do you usually wear such formal training?"
"This is not called training, it's called rehearsal." Feng Qibai corrected.
Zhao Hejiong: "It's about the same anyway."
The lines were like mountains, Feng Qibai gave up and answered directly: "The accident happened just before the New Year's Day party, so it should be a rehearsal with make-up on the weekend."
Zhao He suddenly realized: "So that Indian girl should be dancing Indian dance. I also saw Latin dance, but the uniform dance is very special..."
Feng Qibai: "Ballet, Red Detachment of Women."
"..." No wonder he always felt righteous.
Even if Feng Qibai is not interested, he will be influenced by the hot style of the dance department every day. Occasionally, he will be able to dance in the lobby on the first floor when he meets overflowing. It's okay to meet a girl, but when he meets a male classmate who is staring at him, he wants to throw a carving knife at him.
The colder Feng Qibai is, the more popular he is. The ambiguous WeChat messages he has received since he entered school can make up a complete collection of flirting girls, and not only girls, but also men, so that he finally quit the WeChat group of the Academy of Art, and he was completely out of sight. Don't worry.
But there is no need to share these sad pasts with comrades: "You mean Qi Yan and the others will act tomorrow night?"
Zhao He nodded: "That's what Qi Yan said."
Feng Qibai was skeptical, after all, time is precious to them now: "Could it be to trick you into going back to the cafeteria, and say so on purpose?"
"Probably not," Zhao He thought for a while, "He was exhausted when he found Song Fei. That guy has never fought unprepared battles, so he is unlikely to continue to fight recklessly."
Only then did Feng Qibai recall what Zhao He said, Qi Yan's heroic feat of running back and forth for several hours to save the beauty, in addition to being unbelievable, he couldn't help sighing: "True love."
Zhao He was stunned, and Wu Zhou was also surprised: "You knew that earlier?"
Feng Qibai frowned: "How is that possible."
Although it has been almost half an hour since Zhao He told about Qi Yanke's world, Song Feike and Qi Yan's soul-stirring, Wu Zhou was still immersed in shock, so seeing Feng Qibai so calm, he was naturally puzzled.
"This kind of thing is too common." Feng Qibai was so kind, he explained a few more words, "In our court, even a punishment is not enough."
Zhao He sincerely raised his hand and asked weakly for advice: "Then, how can I get a punishment?"
"I don't know," Feng Qibai blew his bangs, his eyes were clear, "I'm a very good student."
Zhao He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but couldn't figure out what to do.
Wu Zhou glanced at the four blood-stained carving knives of different models neatly lined up on the ground. In the flashback of Feng's chilling fighting figure, he silently turned his head and looked out the window.
Ah, the moon tonight is really...
"Don't look at the moon." Feng Qibai's cold voice brought back student Wu's sanity, "Since the eight of us are scattered now, we must find a way to communicate with each other, and it is best to meet up after they get the radio. "
"Communication is not easy," Zhao He cleared his throat, "Shouting. I just sang for several hours in Huanzhugege, and the magic sound has reached the full level. Now the red and blue are almost the same, I feel that I can still howl for another five hundred years .”
Wu Zhou suddenly realized: "Fuck, it's you. I can't hear clearly, I thought it was a zombie howling. If you don't believe me, ask Feng Qibai, and I will discuss it with him, what kind of zombie, howling like this half night, night owl It's like spring."
Zhao He: "..."
Wu Zhou: "Uh, but after listening to it for a long time, it's actually quite interesting..."
Zhao He: "You are too round!"