Beichuan gently stroked his chin and observed the surrounding environment. There were several small houses at the main entrance of this large workshop, probably a warehouse or other house.

He was wondering where these survivors would be? If he shouted loudly, he could guarantee that the survivors would never be the ones who arrived first, but those zombies. After testing, these zombies even fell to the ground tomatoes, such subtle sounds could be captured, not to mention the loud shouting of decibels.

No matter what you seek death, you cannot do.

When Song Beichuan looked around, his body suddenly solidified.

Ye Ting?

Where is the person?

A chill suddenly rose.

"Brother Bai, have you seen my brother?"

Bai Rongfeng suddenly realized at this time. However, there was no panic in his eyes, and his eyes were sharp, just like an eagle searching for prey.

Looking around, he suddenly noticed a look. The master of the gaze knew that he had discovered him and retreated in panic.

The location is not far away, in a small room, and it seems that it is not three steps away.

If it was this distance, it would be difficult to detect Ye Ting.

Bai Rongfeng slowly pulled out the sword behind him. When Song Beichuan saw the direction of his walking, he knew the direction of his discovery of Ye Ting being kidnapped.

Song Beichuan raised the gun and said that he could not use it. It was fake. He fired the gun during military training in college, and his grades were pretty good.

The two of them leaned on their shoulders and slowly approached. Song Beichuan gave him a look. He nodded, raised his head and kicked the door open.

Song Beichuan rushed over with one side, picked up the rifle in his hand, and shouted: "Don't move!"

But the pain in his body made him sniffle and he took a breath of cold air without notice.

I looked at the other party as a fat man, wearing camouflage pants, big leather boots, a flight jacket, and holding a machine gun in his hand.

The gun was unexpectedly large, and it could be as high as half a person. Even the magazine was the size of a fist, and the bullets were dragged onto the ground in rows.

But Song Beichuan was not afraid at all. If even Ye Ting could not protect him at this moment, he would still talk about revenge. In terms of momentum, he would even suppress the other party.

The fat man swallowed, whispered Shannan dialect, and said, "Put down the gun quickly."

After carefully looking at the fat man, he was really terrifyingly strong. He could be more than 1.9 meters tall, with a big belly and a machine gun. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been shocked long ago.

But Song Beichuan was not so timid and said, "Take the child over, otherwise there will be an extra hole in your forehead."

At this time, an old voice came from behind the fat man, saying, "It has nothing to do with him, I asked him to capture the person."

Song Beichuan looked in his voice and saw an old man with thin hair, gray hair, and even his eyebrows were stained with irresistible white.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you will release the things behind the door and cause this child to be implicated."

At this time, the fat man holding the machine gun said, "Old Chen, I have said a long time ago that I shouldn't care about this bird's egg, and it's alluring."

When Song Beichuan heard the name, his eyes were stunned, and he slowly put the gun down. He took a few steps and said, "Old Chen, I am Beichuan, Song Fangyue's son, don't you remember me? I have attended the company's annual meeting before and shook hands with you."

Old Chen thought for a moment and said, "Remember, remember, you are that little prodigy! Your father often talks about you."

Mr. Chen, whose full name is Chen He, is the company's technical backbone and an older generation of technical workers. He has studied in Germany and the top talents in the machinery industry. He has long retired. Now he is a technical consultant of the company to relieve boredom. In the last century, he led many national-level major projects.

"Old Chen, have you seen my father?"

Mr. Chen lamented, remained silent for a long time, and said, "He was taken away. With your mother, I don't know where they were going, but I can tell you clearly that when I finally looked at them, they definitely did not become that kind of 'thing'."

Song Beichuan asked in confusion: "Then why don't you follow me?"

"Those guys are not good people!" The fat man cursed hurriedly.

At this time, another woman appeared from the side and hurriedly said, "Yes! They fed the living person that thing, and they didn't care whether they were living people or not, and they would kill anyone who moved."

Today's world can make people cruel and erase the human nature in the body bit by bit. Perhaps, you still look like a living person and still have thoughts, but in terms of behavior, there seems to be no difference between humans and zombies.

"How many people do you have in total?"

The elder sister replied: "It's only three of us, but..."

Mr. Chen took the conversation and said, "There are three here, but there are four people in the tool library in the workshop. I am too old. This is a woman, only Wang Meng, who can't save so many people himself, so he just waits here."

"Yes! There are too many zombies in the workshop, and all the workers are like this. Even those who have not changed will become like them after being bitten in less than thirty seconds."

After hearing this, Song Beichuan remembered it first. He never thought that these things would be contagious. This was undoubtedly a disastrous message for the living.

Like rabies, even if they do not die, they will become their kind after being injured.

At this time, Mr. Chen begged: "Child, can you help me and help me rescue the people inside."

Ye Ting ran over from the elder sister at this time and said, "Brother, please help them. They didn't hurt me. I know they are good people."

Song Beichuan smiled knowingly and said, "Okay, brother to help."

He turned his head and said to the fat man, "What kind of rescue do you have?"

The fat man touched his big head, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Not yet."

Song Beichuan sighed lightly, "I'd better find a way."

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon. These zombies have different combat powers during the day and at night. We have to speed up and rescue the people inside when the sun sets."

"Is there a place like this that allows me to see the distribution of zombies inside?"

Mr. Chen said at this time: "Yes, there are ventilation vents on the workshop."

Song Beichuan nodded and said, "Big guy, damn you, I'm injured, you can carry me on your back."

This silly fat man was obviously reluctant, but Old Chen looked over and he had to nod.

Song Beichuan lay comfortably on his broad back and smiled and said, "Let's go."

There is a fire escape on the side of the workshop. Following this ladder, the fat man carried Song Beichuan on his back. Although this fat man was fat, he was particularly flexible, like a great King Kong.

Song Beichuan asked, "Have you practiced?"

"Well, I've been a soldier for five years."

"It's amazing. I'm not trying to make things difficult for you. I'm really hurt. Just look at the bandages wrapped around my head, you can tell."

"As long as I can rescue someone, I can carry it back to you."

Song Beichuan smiled and said, "What's wrong, there are people you care about inside."

The fat man didn't speak, but it was obvious that he was a little shy.

When Song Beichuan saw it, he guessed that the reason must be that someone he liked must be trapped inside. He was about to tease this silly fat man and said that he had a good hand on the girl, but when he turned around, he remembered that he was betrayed by his girlfriend and forced him to hold back this sentence.

There was a little more coldness in his eyes.

Not long after, the two of them arrived at the roof and through the skylight, Song Beichuan carefully examined the situation inside.

Sun Tzu said in the Art of War that terrain is a very important factor in war and must be carefully investigated.

However, this kind of scene is not very useful for investigation, so how should we describe it? We should think of ourselves as Monkey King, and be able to cross out the names of those people in the underworld in the Life and Death Book.

The number of zombies inside is really terrifying, there are definitely hundreds of them, and they squeezed into such a small space and kept making disgusting wails.

The fat man on the side said, "Zombies were attracted by corpses. Last night, the beasts drove into the factory, but you know what was inside the car, and there was a whole car of people who were beaten to death. The smell of blood brought all these zombies in."

The moment of inhumanity occurs in the era of inhumanity.

Song Beichuan said: "The situation is OK. I have already thought of a way to save people. It depends on whether you can do it."

"What's the solution?"

“You make a way.”

"How to do it! Just say it."

"It's very simple. Find a thick rope. You can lead it down from this skylight, follow the crane on the side, and then fix it on one wall, so that the people inside can climb up."

The fat man shook his head and said, "Do you treat everyone as a special forces soldier? It's twenty meters away and there are women inside. Not to mention women, even a normal man, if you ask him to climb the rope, you can have a few good physical fitness?"

"I know this. I plan to make a pulley, tie a rope around their waists, so that they can save some of their physical strength, but the only thing to consider is how to stabilize the connection of the rope."

The fat man had heard his explanation and nodded, showing an admirable look. The young man in front of him was indeed full of everything.

"I can find both ropes and pulleys, so start now."

Song Beichuan, who was on the roof of the shed, looked at the anxious faces of the several people in the warehouse below, and said, "No need to delay."

This is a factory, with all the tools, and it took less than fifteen minutes. The fat man had already gone back and forth four or five times. Song Beichuan did not call Bai Rongfeng up. He felt that there was one who stayed there to protect the remaining women and young people.

When the tools are complete, four or five nylon ropes are piled together, a tripod and a pulley, everything is ready according to Song Beichuan's instructions.

Song Beichuan found screws, fixed the tripod, installed the pulley, and tied a straw rope to the fat man's waist. He was afraid that if he was exhausted and fell down, and without him, all rescue would become empty talk.

Then, the fat man tied a straw rope around his waist and went down little by little. However, Song Beichuan noticed something clearly that these zombies became extremely restless and restless because of the noise on the roof.

The distance between the roof and the crane is about three meters, while the crane and the shed are more than ten meters high. The fat man is strong and has great courage. In less than fifteen minutes, he arrives at the top of the warehouse.

According to the plan, the nylon rope was fixed to the wall next to it. The fat man dared not make too loud noises, so he had to fix it sloppyly and test it with his hands a few times. He thought it was not bad, and it was definitely more than enough to bear the weight of two people.

Finally, we started cutting. The thin plate on the roof quickly sawed open, and dazzling sparks appeared and huge noises were emitted, which would inevitably attract the attention of these zombies.

Come close like crazy.
To be continued...