Chapter 6 It's Coming!
Such a terrible scene happened in front of us, and everyone was pale.
"What did you do!!"
"Why did you do this!?"
"You mean to kill everyone, don't you?"
Yan Xinting screamed like crazy and pointed a watermelon knife at the culprit of all this. The black pressure forced in the dead bodies made her completely forget that the man in front of her had just killed two dead bodies in seconds.
It's over!
It's dead!!
Most of the students who rushed behind Chen Qinghe, some hugged their heads and cried in despair, some stood in place and closed their eyes to wait for death, some put their hands together to pray for the gods of heaven, some shouted stupidly, and some were fiercely prepared to fight with the culprit.
He did such a crazy party, but he didn't slowly take his hand back. It seemed that he shook it gently and walked towards the next Baolai because he tried too hard.
Chen Qinghe completely ignored this group of cannon fodder who could only blame.
Peng!
A simple short spear pierced into the center of the steering wheel, and another sharp car sound suddenly sounded.
"So that's it!"
Huang Zicheng opened his eyes and looked at the figure that was almost invisible, which was gradually surrounded by the dead bodies. He remembered that the school bus had introduced the dead bodies to everyone, and suddenly understood something.
Breathe, sound.
These are the two absolute conditions that attract the attention of the dead. What Chen Qinghe did is to maximize the condition of sound and use the instinctive response that the dead will make to achieve an effect similar to that of online games.
This is so crazy!
Huang Zicheng was shocked.
'No matter what happens... The fastest way to the Emgrand Hotel' Chen Qinghe's last advice came to his mind. He found Wang Zhou dressed as a rugby player, holding a baseball bat, holding Li Xiyu in the other hand, and leading more than a dozen classmates to the Emgrand Hotel.
Even if the dead bodies were nearby, although their eyes flashed with fear, their feet did not slow down, and the dead bodies seemed to have been enchanted. If they were not found, they easily let the prey slip away in front of them.
"It's really not a simple character!"
Huang Zicheng took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck more oxygen into the lungs, and then strode.
Third, fourth, fifth, sixth-
The beeping sound of cars sounded one after another, and the dead bodies gathered more and more like a tide. A very small number of students who still reacted to escape were frightened to find a terrible fact.
Those dead bodies rushing towards them!
A large part of it is like a doll. Before they get close to them, they change their way, pounce on the cars nearby, and mechanically tear the skin of the car with their sharp bone claws.
......
Ten minutes later, the thrilling crossing of the road ended.
In front of the gate of the blood-stained Imperial Hotel, a group of survivors drank mineral water from a nearby convenience store, and their hearts were full of joy for the rest of their lives after the disaster.
They almost died!
Without Wang Zhou's reminder, most of them would have died. The classmates who were rescued because of Wang Zhou were grateful for the eyes he looked at.
Gulu.
Chen Qinghe unscrewed the cap of the glucose drink and poured a big mouth into his mouth to replenish his physical strength.
Because the sound of more than a dozen cars attracts all the dead bodies nearby and creates a temporary relatively safe environment, it is possible to stand on the street so presumptuously to supplement physical fitness.
However, this safe environment cannot exist for a long time!
Once the dead body destroys the source of the car, this kind of monster gathering effect will not be self-destructive.
"How many people have died?"
Chen Qinghe stuffed half a bottle of glucose back into his schoolbag. His weapon had been replaced with a fire axe. He looked at his classmates who were more stunned and silent in front of him.
Humans are creatures that can adapt.
After experiencing life and death, I am numb to fear, and gradually I can learn to adapt and obey the environment.
"Ten."
Huang Zicheng put on this double machine glove.
Zhang Yixue, Liu Zhi, Wang Tao, Jin Zhiwen, Pu Shu, Qu Wan, Li Lifang, Huang Ling, Zhang Heng, Li Hongzhi - these ten people are the first victims.
"Well, it's not much."
Chen Qinghe nodded, although he didn't say anything.
But the first ten people eliminated are the weak who can't adapt to the great changes in the environment. The survival of the fittest is the only law in today's world, and the law of the law of the jungle is not right or wrong.
Chen Qinghe turned his back to the dead bodies gathered like ink worms on the road. The crystal door of the hotel was pressed under the wheels of a Kia lion running, which turned into a ball of deformed garbage.
The lobby of the hotel is full of Western European classical charm, but it is empty and messy. The remains of sofa lamps are everywhere, and the resplendented decoration is stained with blood splashed three feet high. Looking at the garbage ruins everywhere, there is no living person in the dim environment.
"It's time for us to go."
Chen Qinghe raised a fire axe, stepped on the wreckage of the half-person-high gate, and walked into the hall.
With him taking the lead, others will naturally follow.
Creak,
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
Walking on the ruins of the hall, the echo of the roar of the dead body echoed in his ears, which made everyone tremble and form a team with their close classmates and move forward together.
"Where are we going up?"
Wang Zhou and Chen Qinghe moved side by side and looked sideways at him.
"Staff area."
Chen Qinghe does not have a structure map of the hotel, but he has sufficient experience in searching for hotels. He picked up a teddy bear on the ground and walked through the front desk. "There should be a special elevator there--"
"Hmm."
Wang Zhou looked deeply at Chen Qinghe.
Among civil buildings, the hotel is definitely the best choice for shelters. It has an emergency water supply system, backup generator sets, more earthquake-resistant structural design, and hundreds of spacious and comfortable suites... Even if you do nothing, you can stick to it for a long time.
Chen Qinghe led the crowd through the hotel lobby, came to the logistics area only across the corridor from the back kitchen, and went to the high-rise through three special cleaning elevators.
Huang Zicheng and Wang Zhou each led a group of students to patrol in batches.
......
After half an hour.
Imperial Hotel, five-story corridor.
Several Baroque art paintings hung diagonally on the wall. Chen Qinghe frowned and stopped in front of the frame. He found bullet marks in one of the angel paintings and the surrounding walls. Obviously, there was a battle here.
All the way up, the whole hotel was surprisingly quiet.
There are no traces of dead bodies, let alone survivors.
The shell casing?
Chen Qinghe did not move forward two steps and found several empty shell casings in a fire cabinet.
"5.8mm caliber bullet?"
Chen Qinghe picked up the cartridge case and looked at it for a detailed look. If he is not mistaken, it should be the bullet of the domestic Type 92 pistol, which is a very suitable weapon for Chinese hands.
He was a little uneasy in his heart. There was absolutely something hidden in a high-level environment that was too quiet, but at least these survivors of the high-level fled hotel were by no means ordinary people.
Not only can they have guns, but also have channels to bring them to the country with the strictest gun management in the world. Chen Qinghe will never believe that this group of people are members of animal protection organizations with universal values.
Which member of the animal protection organization in Java can stay in luxury hotels in other countries with guns?
Suddenly, a trot came.
Hidling the shell in his hand into the school uniform pocket, Chen Qinghe turned around and saw Huang Zicheng running out with a saber in the distance. Seeing that he looked solemn, he felt even more uneasy.
"What's the matter?"
Chen Qinghe asked.
"We found survivors."
Huang Zicheng said, "But he broke an arm, and it seemed that he was about to die--"
"Became here."
Several thoughts flashed in Chen Qinghe's mind, and the seriously injured and dying survivors appeared, which further confirmed the faint uneasiness in his heart.
Huang Zicheng led the way ahead.
"What did he say?"
Chen Qinghe frowned and asked again.
"The spirit seems to be stimulated."
Huang Zicheng shook his head slightly and frowned and said, "That person will use English, Cantonese for a while, and let us escape in Mandarin for a while. If you speak slowly, you will be killed by monsters."
Is the spirit stimulated?
Monster?
Hearing this, Chen Qinghe's eyes were slightly bright, and there seemed to be a flash of spiritual light on his head. He speculated that the environment was too quiet all the way was close to the truth.
After a while, in Suite 530-
Chen Qinghe walked into the living room from the porch, and a middle-aged man with a pale face as paper, black lips, and a black line between his eyebrows, sweating all over his body.
He walked forward and looked closely.
The middle-aged man only has his arms left, and the part below the arm is gone. The trickle of blood oozes from the white sheets used to temporarily wrap the wound, and the carpet near the TV cabinet has been stained with blood.
"Escape, escape... It's coming!"
The middle-aged man sat in front of the TV cabinet and muttered angrily.