Chen Bufan stopped looking at the bones, waved his hand, and the team continued to move inside.
He took a look at the location of his watch and found that it was not in the middle of the building, but in the corridor on the right.
They moved forward vigilantly, and when they reached the right corridor on the first floor, they did not see the bodies of the soldiers, only some zombies with their heads blown off.
Chen Bufan made a gesture, and the soldiers leading the way led everyone slowly to the second floor.
Along the way, Chen Bufan's eyes were always vigilantly fixed on the direction of the upstairs, fearing that any accidents might happen.
So, he accidentally stepped on a skeletal hand under his feet, apologized silently in his heart, and then gently kicked the skeleton to the first floor.
After arriving at the corridor on the second floor, they saw many bones and a large number of zombie corpses.
Chen Bufan and his group walked to the location and searched for the bodies, but did not find any trace of the soldiers, so they had to continue exploring the third floor.
Just as he reached the corner of the third floor, Chen Bufan raised his right hand, signaling to stop.
The soldiers immediately stopped and went on alert, aiming their guns in different directions.
Chen Bufan walked gently along the wall to the front corner, because he just smelled a strong smell of decay and the bloody smell of fresh blood.
He guessed that the target should be on the third floor.
He raised the Benelli M4 shotgun, switched the handle to his left hand, held the front of the gun with his right hand, extended the muzzle around the corner, and aimed at the corridor on the right. What he saw was that the corridor was densely packed with ordinary zombies. The zombies were crowding deeper inside, roaring and making noises, wanting to eat something.
He looked around and there was no movement in other places.
Only this side was full of zombies.
They must have been attracted by the flesh and blood.
Chen Bufan freed his hand and pointed at the group of zombies.
The soldier who was on guard with Ak203 behind him quickly stepped forward and walked in front of him.
The three of them stood in a row, aimed at the group of zombies and approached them.
These ordinary zombies are more convenient to clean up with rifles. At close range, their marksmanship can kill one with one shot. Several people slowly walked behind the group of zombies. The zombies at the back smelled human flesh and stopped crowding forward. They turned to look at Chen Bufan and the others.
"Ho, ho!"
"Bang, bang, bang... Da, Da, Da..."
The three riflemen in front began to fire alternately. There was no need to aim at such a close distance. Every shot hit the zombies in the head, and the zombies only had time to roar before falling to the ground and dying.
Two soldiers holding AA12 shotguns stood at the intersection of the corridor to guard against zombies attacking the rear.
"Reload"
.........
A few minutes later, more than 200 zombies gathered in the corridor on the third floor fell to the ground one after another, their heads smashed by bullets, blood splattered, and brains burst out.
These ordinary zombies seem so fragile and vulnerable in the face of powerful firepower.
The soldiers quickly replaced their ammunition, then put their guns on their backs and began to carry the zombies' bodies.
They threw the piles of zombies one by one into the classroom next door.
Chen Bufan lit a cigarette and took a few deep puffs. The smoke filled the air. He didn't like smoking, but he just wanted to wash away the disgusting stench of zombies in his nasal cavity.
Nicotine flowed through his nasal cavity and lungs, bringing a strong stimulating feeling.
He finally felt alive again, and his heightened sense of smell made him particularly sensitive to bad smells.
After the soldiers threw all the zombie corpses into the classroom next door, the place that was originally filled with zombies gradually became empty, revealing several human corpses that had been eaten and tattered.
There is no need to confirm the identities of these people, because the guns scattered on the ground have already explained everything. Obviously, these people are the ones they are looking for. They were killed by the evolved zombies, and then attracted ordinary zombies to become food in their mouths.
They chose a relatively clean place and had people move their bodies together. The bodies were no longer intact. Even if they were not eaten by ordinary zombies, they had been chopped into several pieces by the evolved zombie.
"Pour gasoline on them and cremate them."
The body was already broken and could not be taken away completely, so it had to be cremated on the spot to avoid feeding the zombies again. The watches were also burned together. They were all genetically bound and could not be used by others.
"Yes"
The soldiers were busy collecting the bodies, while Chen Bufan walked into the corridor alone. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Since they stepped into the campus, until they cleared out the zombies on the third floor, the mutated zombie never showed up. They only found an arm with sharp claws among the pile of corpses.
After everything was settled, Chen Bufan ordered the soldiers to clear out all the zombies upstairs and downstairs. What remained were just a group of ordinary middle school student zombies, and that zombie was nowhere to be seen.
Chen Bufan looked around the scene where the incident occurred, trying to see if there were any clues.
But the scene had already been destroyed by the zombies, and even the corpses were almost eaten clean.
His mind replayed the scenes from the video, recalling the soldiers standing where he was now, firing at the zombies further down the hallway.
"Deep in the corridor?" Chen Bufan muttered to himself, then stood up and walked deeper into the corridor.
As we walked deeper, the light around us became dimmer and dimmer, as if the darkness swallowed up everything.
The door of a nearby classroom was closed. He peeked into the classroom through the small window on the door and saw that the curtains inside were drawn tightly, blocking out the sunlight outside and making the area appear particularly dim.
It's like someone doesn't want others to see this.
The classroom here has not been checked yet. It's dark under the lights. I thought the zombies on the third floor were all among the more than 200 zombies, so I didn't pay attention to this place. Now it seems a little strange. I took out a flashlight and shone it inside.
The tables, chairs and benches in the classroom were piled at the door. It was very empty inside. Obviously someone was using the tables and chairs to block the door to prevent the zombies from going in and eating them. The flashlight shone on the podium, where there was a pile of bones and tattered school uniforms.
Walking inside, every classroom is like this, desks and chairs blocking the classroom door, the curtains are closed, and the floor is covered with bones. Only human corpses will turn into bones. Even if the zombies are dead, the rotten flesh on their bodies will remain intact under the effect of the virus.
These skeletons had no complete clothes on them, and it was obvious that they did not die of starvation due to being unable to escape. Many pieces of torn school uniform fabrics were scattered everywhere, with bite marks and residual blood stains visible on them.
Therefore, the flesh and blood of these people must have been eaten and turned into bones over time.
So, these rooms are for... raising pigs?