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I followed the fat man's gaze and looked up, then listened, but didn't hear anything. Then the fat man started walking towards the stairs, and what surprised me was that despite his large size, he managed to move without making a sound. Every step he took was very light, clearly deliberately controlling the force of his footsteps, obviously afraid of disturbing something upstairs. I asked the fat man in a low voice if there was a monster upstairs.
The fat man just shook his head, put his finger to his lips, and whispered, "Shh, that woman is coming again." I saw the fat man's ears twitch as if he had noticed something, and he immediately started running upstairs regardless of everything. I was puzzled - wasn't he being cautious just now? Why is he now running so recklessly?
The fat guy quickly rushed up to the tenth floor, and I followed behind him. When we got up there, I didn't find any trace of the masked woman, only three monsters wandering around the office area. Without saying a word, the fat guy rushed up and killed all of them with a few slashes.
Then he shouted loudly all around, "Hey, if you have the guts, come out and fight one-on-one. Stop playing these little tricks, do you believe me, Master Fat, I'll burst your big breasts again! Haha!"
I didn't doubt the fat guy's intuition. His perception as a martial artist was definitely much stronger than an ordinary person like me.
But it was obvious that the fat guy's provocation had not worked. Up to now, I hadn't even seen the shadow of that woman in a mask.
Just as the idea was forming in my mind, two cold glints flew in from outside the window and shot straight at the fat man. The fat man, however, was not to be outdone and effortlessly blocked the attack with his sword. Then he cursed loudly, "Grass mud horse! Ambushing from behind, no sense of honor! This lowly trick has been used for a hundred years! Can't you come up with something new, damn it?!"
Just as the fat guy hadn't finished cursing, a black figure suddenly flashed across the room opposite the staircase landing. Both the fat guy and I saw it. The fat guy immediately rushed over. By the time I caught up to the staircase landing, the fat guy had already reached the door of the opposite room. At that moment, I heard a series of rapid footsteps coming from below the stairs.
"Oops, could it be that a monster is coming at us? I thought to myself, feeling a sense of impending danger. Immediately, I shouted towards the fat guy, 'Stop chasing! There might be an ambush, and there are monsters coming up from below!'"
Fatty stopped abruptly when he heard my shout. Then we both started running desperately upstairs. By the time we reached the fifteenth floor, we could hear the footsteps from below getting closer and closer. Judging from the dense footsteps, there could be as many as dozens of monsters.
Just at the 15th floor staircase, there was an aluminum alloy door. The fat guy and I quickly closed the door and locked it. Then we continued running upstairs. When we reached the 17th floor, two monsters rushed out in the corridor, blocking our way. The fat guy instantly swung his knife and knocked them down.
The fat man leaned on the stair railing and gasped, "Damn! How did so many zombies suddenly appear all at once? We didn't see this many when we just went upstairs!"
I leaned on the stair railing and looked downstairs, only to see that the group of monsters downstairs had already rushed to the doorway on the fifteenth floor, banging on the door and roaring, their howls echoing throughout the corridor.
"These monsters shouldn't be from the building. They might have been intentionally released by someone."
I withdrew my gaze and began to observe back and forth in the corridor on the seventeenth floor. Before long, I saw the words "Warehouse Key Area, No Smoking" on the door in the far right corner. "Are you saying that the main door on the first floor was opened by someone?" the fat man asked in confusion.
I glanced helplessly at the fat man. "The woman you provoked before might be quite formidable!"
The fat man looked a bit puzzled, so I beckoned him to follow me to the warehouse ahead.
My judgment was that in a super-large commercial building like this, especially one that also served the purpose of broadcasting government public signals, what was it most afraid of?
The greatest fear is a sudden power outage in the city. Therefore, to cope with such emergencies, buildings typically have temporary power supply measures for emergency lighting, ensuring the normal transmission of government broadcasting and television signals as well as the proper functioning of the building's internal operations. To generate electricity, what is needed? Of course, generators and fuel.
Soon, Fatso and I found barrels of gasoline in the warehouse. When Fatso saw the barrels of gasoline, his eyes lit up, already guessing what I was going to do. So he began to skillfully and easily lift the gasoline, with a look of madness in his eyes.
This 20-liter barrel of gasoline probably weighs about 15 kilograms. I and the fat guy each carried two barrels and then ran to the stairwell on the sixteenth floor. We poured all four barrels of gasoline into the pile of monsters. Then the fat guy couldn't help but throw a lighter down. With a "boom," flames shot up from the stairwell on the fifteenth floor, instantly engulfing the dozens of monsters still banging on the door. The sound of their desperate screams and furious roars filled the air.
"Haha, you crazy bunch of freaks, I'm going to chase you away, Master Fat, this time I'll treat you to a barbecue feast!"
The fat guy stared at the group of monsters downstairs, who were screaming and burning, and laughed happily.
It seemed like he wasn't satisfied yet, so he went to the warehouse and brought back two barrels of gasoline, this time he didn't even bother to open the lids, he just threw the whole barrels down.
Not long after, there were two rapid and intense explosions from below, shaking me and Fatty so much that we almost fell to the ground. I glanced down and saw a raging fire below, crackling and exploding. The monsters that were just howling and struggling frantically had now turned into a large mass of charred remains, with dozens of bodies burnt together, none of them able to move.
I observed the fat man's series of skilled operations just now and asked him with a smile if he hadn't done a lot of immoral things like killing and arson before. The fat man just stared at the sea of fire below and said lightly, "They say killing and arson bring wealth, while repairing bridges and roads leaves no corpses! But I've never actually committed murder or arson in my life. However, I feel completely justified in killing these creatures that eat people alive."
After confirming that this wave of monsters has been completely dealt with, Fatty and I plan to climb a few more floors. We've been here for half a day, and the billowing heat from the smoke and fire is forcing us to grimace. Now the entire stairwell is filled with the smell of burnt bodies, mixed with the pungent odor of gasoline fumes, which is very suffocating.
The chubby guy and I climbed to the 25th floor in one go. The 25th floor is a sightseeing hotel. Just as we entered the lobby, we encountered a sickly monster. The chubby guy, in a playful mood, didn't kill it. Instead, he darkly humorously cut off its chin, then chopped off its two arms, and finally tied it to a pillar in the lobby.
Bring out a fresh pig's heart from the hotel kitchen and place it in front of this monster, observing its facial expression and reaction. I don't pay much attention to the fat guy's silly and boring behavior. I just watch quietly as the fat guy uses a fork to feed the pig heart to this monster.
However, this monster, due to the lack of a jaw, was unable to effectively bite onto its food. The Pig heart that was just about to reach its mouth immediately fell to the ground, causing the monster to let out a hysterical roar. Seeing this scene, I suddenly remembered something and asked, "Fatty, how did the masked woman manage to evade the monster and avoid being attacked earlier?"
The fat man patiently picked up the pig heart from the ground with a fork and then, with great interest, stuffed it into the monster's mouth again. This time, due to excessive force, the pig heart was directly stabbed into the monster's throat, and I saw the fork protruding from the back of the monster's neck, with blood already spraying out. Because the pig heart was stuck in the monster's throat, the monster could no longer make a howling sound.
He could only bare his remaining two fangs at the fat man, emitting a low growl with great effort, trembling uncontrollably all over. The fat man stopped his movements, pondered for a moment, then turned his head to reply, "Did you see a big black box when you first entered the theater?"
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