Chapter 72 Water Hose, Work Done, Everything Understandable - "Are you scared?"...
Perhaps the gods truly heard Fu Ze's prayers, for this time everything finally went as he wished, and the elevator arrived at the top floor as normal.
The top floor of this building, adjacent to the museum, houses a panoramic café with open views on all four sides. Its biggest selling point is that customers can enjoy the widest possible view of L city.
It is sunset now, the sun is half-submerged on the horizon, and the densely packed city is divided into layers by the twilight, which has a unique charm.
However, no one cares about this beautiful scenery today.
Most of the guests' attention was drawn to the image of Franka, who was holding Sparrow Feather, projected onto the curtain wall.
They crowded together on the same side of the coffee shop, afraid of missing even a single detail of the plot.
Even baristas and waiters mingled among them, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.
This undisturbed situation was entirely beneficial to Fu Ze's subsequent actions.
He immediately went to the side of the coffee shop closest to the museum building and began to think about how to quickly reach the rooftop of the building on the opposite side below.
After some mental calculation, Fu Ze realized that even if he could barely reach the edge of the opposite rooftop in the horizontal direction by taking a running start, it would be absolutely impossible for him to land safely without any protective measures and only by rolling over to cushion the impact of the current height difference.
But it didn't matter; he never demanded of himself that he had to overcome all difficulties with his mortal body and willpower like the lone heroes in movies.
With a quick glance, Fu Ze had another idea.
With a punch, Fu Ze smashed the fire hydrant box hanging on the side of the restaurant and pulled out all the fire hoses from it.
He held the side with the nozzle in his hand and shook it a couple of times to get a feel for it, then threw it toward the roof of the museum building.
The high-speed nozzle first accurately hit a metal pipe, emitting a loud and lingering buzzing sound, then flipped to one side and fell, eventually getting stuck between two adjacent pipes after several collisions.
After pulling hard twice, Fu Ze was certain that the hose could support his weight.
Amidst the screams of the crowd, he grabbed a chair as a handhold, took a running start and leaped, hanging on the water hose as he slid forward and plummeted into the air above L City.
Suddenly bearing the weight of an adult man, the water hose, which had been loosely hanging between its two ends, instantly taut like a bowstring.
A tooth-grinding friction sound also emanated from the nozzle and the metal tube at the other end.
Fu Ze's body first fell rapidly due to gravity, and then drew a swift reverse arc in the air under the rebound and pulling effect of the water hose.
The wind howled between the buildings, filling his coat, which was originally worn by Yuan Jianxing.
If you don't look closely, you might mistake it for two people walking side by side in mid-air in the city.
In mid-air, Fu Ze's knuckles turned white from gripping the armrests of the chair so tightly.
At the same time, his gaze was fixed on the rapidly approaching edge of the rooftop.
Just as he was about to crash into the concrete guardrail, Fu Ze suddenly pulled his arms back, curled up, and kicked his leg upwards.
"Bang!"
The chair, carrying immense force, crashed into a metal pipe near the edge of the rooftop, finally meeting its end and turning into a pile of scrap metal.
Fu Ze, who released his grip first, used the momentum to leap forward over the pipe and land on the ground, raising a cloud of dust in his wake.
After several tumbling movements to dissipate the force, he finally stopped and squatted on the ground, panting heavily.
His chest heaved violently, and the muscles in his arms trembled slightly from the excessive force.
But Fu Ze didn't stop. He straightened up with his hands on his knees and quickly scanned the rooftop.
The place was empty and cluttered, with a few lightning rods standing crookedly on the parapet wall, casting long shadows.
The only door leading down into the building was closed, and Fu Ze had no other tools to break the lock.
But that's okay too.
Fu Ze deftly opened the ventilation duct next to him, then jumped inside and crawled forward along the narrow duct.
Yuan Jianxing came to this theoretically optimal location to snipe Franka.
Since he wasn't on the rooftop, he would definitely settle for the next floor.
So even if I have to crawl in such an undignified posture, it won't take long.
Besides, saving face is insignificant compared to Yuan Jianxing's life safety.
Whether it was a misperception or not, Fu Ze always felt that he could do this kind of thing quite easily.
Then he suddenly remembered that Bogdan had also infiltrated the Tribunal through the ventilation ducts and killed him as Wan Chuanqiu, and he instantly felt relieved.
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.
Just then, a thunderous gunshot rang out like a gust of wind along the pipe, forcefully entering Fu Ze's ears and causing his eardrums to ache.
Fu Ze recognized the gunshot immediately; it was from Hercules AXR.
So... Yuan Jianxing was just a few meters away!
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Looking at Franka, who had been shot in the head by him, and Que Ling, whose face was splattered with blood and who had fallen into the arms of the fake Yuan Jianxing, looking like she was still in shock, Yuan Jianxing took off his earplugs without hesitation and began to unload and reload his gun.
Done, that's a wrap.
I wonder what Fu Ze is doing now, and what his situation is.
...I really have too much to worry about.
With this guy's keen senses and abilities, he should be able to take advantage of the chaos and leave before the executor brings all the witnesses on the rooftop back to the tribunal.
Suddenly, a few strange, faint noises came from behind Yuan Jianxing.
Having just fired a shot, Yuan Jianxing was still in a state of high alert.
So his muscles reacted before his consciousness did.
In the blink of an eye, he put the bullet back in and raised the gun again, aiming it in the direction from which the sound came.
However, there was nothing there, only a constant stream of fine airflow flowing in from the vents.
Is it just my imagination?
No, there's something moving and rubbing inside the ventilation duct!
And it was coming towards me.
It must be some kind of small animal, like a mouse or a pigeon.
Ventilation vents are relatively warm and sheltered from the wind, so it's quite normal for them to get in if they're not closed properly.
Thinking of this, Yuan Jianxing breathed a sigh of relief, secretly laughing at himself for being out of touch with reality for too long and becoming overly sensitive.
But then he discovered his own weakness.
wrong!
This is a museum, a place where you should be more careful about keeping rats away than thieves. You shouldn't make this kind of mistake no matter what.
And how big of a mouse would it have to be to make that kind of noise...?
Suddenly, Yuan Jianxing had some unpleasant memories and associations.
Once again, his eyes were on the sights, and his hand was on the trigger, ready to pull it down at any moment.
Just then, a clear voice came from the ventilation vent.
"Sir, don't shoot."
That title, that voice...
Yuan Jianxing's pupils contracted slightly. He put the gun aside and subconsciously stood up and walked to the area below the ventilation duct.
“It’s a talisman…” he said, somewhat incredulously.
The next second, the vent suddenly dropped, and first a hand reached out, followed by a half-body filing out.
"It's me."
Yuan Jianxing was stunned when he saw the upside-down smiling face in front of him, which was covered in dust. He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it off.
At least they wiped the dust off the tip of his nose and the corners of his lips.
It was filthy and looked rather pitiful.
Mistakenly believing that Yuan Jianxing was coming to pick him up, Fu Ze thought that if the timing wasn't wrong, he would definitely enjoy himself.
He tilted his head back to dodge Yuan Jianxing's hand, then did a somersault and landed lightly on the ground.
Ever since Yuan Jianxing saw Fu Ze appear at the ventilation shaft, a million questions were colliding in his mind.
How did you know I was here?
Why did you come here?
And why choose this method?
After weighing all the options, Yuan Jianxing finally feigned composure and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Straightening up, Fu Ze dusted off his clothes and chuckled, "Come... my sugar daddy, come save me."
What he really wanted to say was—
To atone for one's sins.
At this moment, the fire that had been contained finally spread and affected other floors, and the piercing alarm finally sounded belatedly.
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“The whole story is a bit complicated, I’ll tell you later.” Amidst the piercing alarm, Fu Ze shouted at Yuan Jianxing, “Our top priority now is to escape, the fire will be spreading very soon!”
Fu Ze's initial plan was for the two of them to go up to the rooftop and climb the fire hose back to the building next door.
With their physical abilities, Yuan Jianxing and he could definitely get back before the fire spread if they acted a little faster.
But it seems his good luck had already run out.
The fire on the sixth floor broke out directly below the water hose, and a large amount of hot gas and smoke rose into the sky through the hose.
Even if the water hose was strong enough to support the weight of an adult male before, it's questionable whether it can still do so now.
Just as Fu Ze was pondering how the two of them could hold out until the fire truck arrived, Yuan Jianxing calmly put away his gun and then handed the box to Fu Ze.
"Take this."
"ah?"
Fu Ze was stunned for a moment. Although he was a little confused, he still obediently took the box, thinking to himself: In terms of composure, he, who was almost immortal, was actually no match for Yuan Jianxing, who had a life left.
The next second, Yuan Jianxing rolled up his sleeves and looked into the exhibition hall behind him.
His gaze swept over the displayed aircraft several times before Yuan Jianxing walked over to one of them, removed the railing, and began to unfasten the latches securing the aircraft.
Watching his actions, Fu Ze had a vague guess in his mind.
But this guess was too bold, so much so that he had to ask Yuan Jianxing for confirmation, which was quite unusual for him: "Are you... going to open it?"
“Yes.” Yuan Jianxing’s hands moved quickly, and he soon unlocked the last lock.
Fu Ze usually wouldn't question Yuan Jianxing's judgment, but this matter was truly extraordinary.
"But isn't this a restored model?"
Just as he finished unlocking the last latch, Yuan Jianxing stood up and reached out to open a latch near the cockpit.
After a series of rhythmic metallic clanging sounds, he replied, "It's a model, but the level of detail is very high. It's sufficient for gliding and emergency landings."
Fu Ze was amazed; if his hands hadn't been occupied by the box, he would have definitely applauded.
Scanning the overly archaic structure of the aircraft, Fu Ze said admiringly, "Seriously, you can even fly this?"
“Higher version systems are generally compatible with lower version systems. The driving logic of all modern vehicles evolved from these predecessors.” Yuan Jianxing kept checking various details. “Once you understand one thing, you understand everything.”
Fu Ze let out a long breath.
Judging from the current situation, even if I hadn't come, Yuan Jianxing probably wouldn't have been burned to death here.
That said, judging from the posters around, it seems that this exhibition hall was only recently set up with an aircraft theme.
Yuan Jianxing's luck truly deserves the title of "chosen one".
To make his presence felt, Fu Ze asked, "Besides carrying your bag, is there anything else I can help you with?"
Yuan Jianxing thought for a moment, then looked up and gestured, "Go open the left door over there."
This time, Fu Ze immediately understood the other party's intention. He went over and fixed the right half of the exhibition hall door to the ground with a bolt, and left the left side slightly ajar.
In this way, when the fire reaches the top floor, the hot air it brings will become an important source of thrust for the aircraft.
Fu Ze, who had turned back, was lifted up by Yuan Jianxing, who was already standing on the wing, and then stuffed into the back seat of the cockpit.
Hara Kensei followed suit and climbed into the front seat of the cockpit, then closed the hatch.
"Fasten your seatbelt, sit tight, and do not touch any buttons or levers in front of you unless I give instructions."
As Yuan Jianxing spoke, accompanied by several sounds caused by the bearing transmission, the two wings of the aircraft gradually rose to an angle.
At the same time, the air temperature rose sharply, and the burning smell became increasingly strong.
"Are you scared?" Hara Mihoshi suddenly asked.
Fu Ze suddenly realized that Yuan Jianxing seemed to be staring at him through the reflection of the dashboard in front of him.
But just as he was about to look back, he looked away again.
"I'm afraid." Fu Ze nodded sincerely.
Hara Mihoshi seemed somewhat surprised by this answer.
He subconsciously used a reflex to turn his gaze back.
"Afraid you'll come back?"
He wasn't sure what answer he wanted when he asked the question.
Perhaps he will only know when he hears the correct answer.
This time, however, he was caught red-handed by Fu Ze, who was lying in wait.
"Coming soon."
Because you are here, I have to come even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire.
Before Yuan Jianxing could press for answers to this perfunctory reply, just as the two locked eyes, the doors to the exhibition hall behind them were violently pushed open by the heat of the fire.
A wave of heat swept over them instantly, violently impacting the wings of the aircraft and giving Yuan Jianxing and Fu Ze, who were sitting inside, an extremely strong feeling of being pushed back.
The overheated glass in front shattered into fragments upon contact with the aircraft's nose, scattering like stars across the sky and creating a broad avenue leading to a desolate lake in the distance.
Despite the humming of the metal wings, the cockpit, not being completely sealed, also occasionally emitted a sharp wind-like sound.
However, the aircraft continued to glide smoothly in the air as originally expected, flying towards the distant lake.
In this way, even if the structure of the aircraft itself does not allow it to land safely, the chances of the two people surviving will be much higher than if they were forced to land on the ground.
However, almost instantly, after a few frame-by-frame transitions, the scene in front of the two completely changed.
What was once a vast lake has been transformed into King Street, a bustling street lined with high-rise buildings!
If the aircraft continues to land as planned, even if it manages to avoid crashing into buildings, it will inevitably fall into the crowd, causing a huge disaster and casualties.
What's going on?!
Fu Ze glanced down, guided by a keen sense that resembled intuition but originated from entirely different sources.
There, a figure was withdrawing his hand from the glass curtain wall of the building and waving at the aircraft in the air.
It was as if they were paying their final respects at a deserted tombstone.
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Author's Note: Every time I write about the two people successfully reuniting, I feel like everything is full of hope [fireworks][fireworks]
Speaking of Fu Xiaozhe's gliding scene, I actually paid a little tribute to a classic scene from Howl and Sophie. Did anyone notice? [Cat emoji]
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