Chapter 50: One Hundred and Eight Fancy Ways to Kill a Man...
After receiving their respective lifelike zombies, the students were at a loss for what to do.
Qi Zhengfei stared at the hole in the zombie's head that pierced through the eye socket. He had never examined the wounds left by himself or others after killing zombies so closely before. But the first aid class made such a requirement. Not only did he have to look, but he had to look carefully to distinguish the different types of injuries and make a record.
That's so inhumane.
Qi Zhengfei suppressed his nausea and bent down to identify it.
Some red and white, murky, and indistinguishable tissue fragments were brought out by Zhao Zhou's brushstrokes and splattered everywhere, soft and limp, making one almost able to imagine the wet and sticky feel just by looking at them.
vomit……
Qi Zhengfei quickly snapped a photo and then turned away.
Unfortunately, after killing zombies for more than two months, the students had developed a habit of killing them, and now they were very efficient at dealing with the easy-to-kill low-level zombies.
Just like Zhao Zhou, even without weapons, he could still take down zombies with a ballpoint pen by adjusting the angle and force.
Therefore, apart from the broken neck bone, the zombie in Qi Zhengfei's Zhao Zhou group only had one fatal wound left on its body.
It's far from the required twenty types.
"What should we do?" One of the girls in their group squatted down next to the dead zombie, worrying, and casually poked at its wounds with her fingers.
Qi Zhengfei thought for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Teacher Lu just said, 'Any method is acceptable'...?"
He took a small knife from his keychain, bent down, and made a cut in the zombie's arm: "How about this?"
girl:"!!"
"You're so clever." She snapped a picture with great interest, put down her watch, and said, "If there's no wound, we can create one ourselves."
“But a knife cut should only count as one type, unless it also caused other organs to rupture or something like that…” Qi Zhengfei thought, and then gestured to different parts of the zombie’s stomach a few more times, “This is the heart, this is the stomach, and here… it should be the large intestine.”
Feeling he had found a good way to accumulate numbers, he enthusiastically stabbed several more times, muttering to himself, unaware that everyone else in the group, except himself, gradually quieted down and looked at him with complicated expressions.
Zhao Zhou: "..."
Something about this scene just feels off.
Why does my roommate seem like a psychopathic killer?
While whipping the corpse, they whispered demonic words, counting the names of the deceased's organs one, two, three, four, five, and an excited expression gradually appeared on their faces... If this scene were to spread, who would believe that they were having a first aid lesson?
He numbly looked at the situation of other groups and found that they were in similar situations to his group.
Someone stabbed him, blood splattering all over his face as the blade drew blood. He simply wiped it away nonchalantly, a happy and satisfied smile appearing on his blood-covered face: "Hehe, another one."
Two people were working together, hacking away at arms and legs, while another sat on top of a zombie, slapping it repeatedly with both hands, then stopped to observe: "Is this swollen enough? Can it be filmed?"
The chaotic situation is truly unbearable to witness.
Holy crap!
A gasp came from afar.
Zhao Zhou looked in that direction and saw that it was the boys' dormitory building.
The No. 2 teaching building faces one of the balconies of the dormitory. The dormitory building is taller than the teaching building, so the rooftop can be seen from the dormitory on the upper floors.
At that moment, a boy was standing on the balcony of the dormitory building, about tenth floor high. He was holding his underwear that had just dried and staring blankly at the chaotic scene.
When he realized that he and Zhao Zhou had made eye contact, he cursed again, forgetting to grab his clothes, and fled back into the house with his head in his hands.
Zhao Zhou: "..."
His attempts to stop him failed, and his Er Kang hand hung limply in mid-air, facing the boy's fleeing back.
Listen to his explanation! It's not what you think!
Zhao Zhou could already foresee what kind of posts would appear on the forum's homepage after this class:
[First aid students, apparently driven insane by their coursework, collectively whipped each other's corpses on the rooftop. I even made eye contact with one of the perverts. Will I be silenced?]
Is this a first aid lesson or a tutorial on 108 different ways to kill someone?
Zhao Zhou covered his face.
Now we can only be thankful that first aid is a required course, so the misunderstanding will last at most a week.
"No, this is too inefficient." While Zhao Zhou was frantically complaining in his mind, Qi Zhengfei had already stood up from the zombie, wiped his sweat, and said with distress.
Zhao Zhou snapped out of his daze, realizing he'd been slacking off, and quickly said, "Isn't there a better way to create multiple wounds at once?"
"One-time use?"
Qi Zhengfei was taken aback, and suddenly remembered what Teacher Lu had said about "losing face".
He specifically brought them to the rooftop, clearly not only because it was spacious and offered more room to maneuver, but more importantly because…
"Yes! Falling from a great height." Qi Zhengfei made a quick decision, bending down to move the zombie. "Quick, do me a favor."
"Falling from a height can cause fractures in various parts of the body, soft tissue injuries, abrasions, lacerations, internal organ damage, head injuries, chest injuries, and so on..." Qi Zhengfei rambled on about what he had just learned in class, "You can collect many kinds at once."
Zhao Zhou and the others realized what was happening and quickly joined in moving the zombies.
Others noticed their actions and realized what was happening. Many groups began moving the zombies toward the edge of the rooftop.
Helpless, Qi Zhengfei and the others had to stop and make another mark on the zombie—one of the girls offered her hair tie and tied it to the zombie's wrist to prevent it from getting mixed up with the other groups.
Only after marking the spot did they push the zombie off the roof.
Two long yet fleeting seconds later, a heart-stopping, heavy "bang" came from downstairs.
All ten members of the group clung to the rooftop railing, looking down.
From the zombies' perspective downstairs, they should be able to see ten round heads neatly arranged together, with large beads of sweat hanging on their heads, revealing a guilty expression.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Zhou clutched his chest and said, "I have this feeling that I'm killing someone and disposing of their body."
"What if one day the zombie robots in our school develop self-awareness like the AI in cyberpunk works? Will they come looking for revenge on us?"
"Until then, let's worry about their kind coming back for revenge a year from now."
After rambling on, the group resigned themselves to going downstairs to move their important experimental result—a lifelike zombie lying sprawled on its back.
When the students upstairs threw the zombies, they were very careful to avoid the stairwell entrance where people might suddenly appear. When they saw other groups carrying zombies downstairs, they would also deliberately avoid them to avoid accidentally hitting anyone.
After carrying back the zombie that had fallen from a height and examining it from all angles, Qi Zhengfei felt relieved.
Sure enough, the types of injuries were more varied this time.
Moreover, since it was caused by the same accident, the emergency response measures in the homework were easier to write.
It seems that this was Teacher Lu's original plan.
The group that had succeeded enthusiastically started taking pictures, but halfway through, they felt that the clothes covering the zombies were getting in the way, so they put down their bracelets and started peeling off the clothes.
They thought one person was too slow, so several people in the group started digging at the same time.
Although the zombies have no gender characteristics and are assumed to be the size of a 180cm tall mannequin, the scene is still very strange.
Fortunately, everyone present understood, and no one gave them strange looks. Zhao Zhou comforted himself as he quickly peeled off the last layer of clothing covering the zombie, revealing its skin.
Just then, he suddenly heard a familiar voice from afar—
Holy crap!
Zhao Zhou: "..."
He looked up in astonishment and saw another shocked face on the balcony of the boys' dormitory.
Zhao Zhou nearly collapsed: "Brother, why do you always appear at the perfect time?!"
He could even guess what the other person was thinking. The boy probably thought he had just seen wrong and struggled with his mind for a long time inside the house before finally mustering the courage to come out and confirm. He didn't expect to see an even more morally depraved scene.
Desecrating the corpse is one thing, but stripping them of their clothes is another!
The two locked eyes for the second time, and the boy yelled and fled again.
Zhao Zhou silently memorized the location of that dormitory room and made up his mind to avoid that floor in the future.
They finally finished taking photos and collected twenty different types of injuries. With some time left before get out of class ended, they gathered together in groups to discuss how to write the homework.
However, Zhao Zhou's group was very efficient, but not all other groups were so lucky.
Some zombies were protected by thick grass mats when they were thrown down, so they were less injured. Other groups of zombies "unfortunately" got stuck in trees, only suffering some scratches. These groups had to throw them down again until they achieved the desired effect.
So, until the end of the course, loud, crackling sounds, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, kept echoing around the No. 2 teaching building.
The forum was extremely active that day. The top three posts, besides the one by the unfortunate male witness from the boys' dormitory titled "A bizarre scene on the rooftop: is it a sign of human depravity or…", were:
[The world is so beautiful (even though the end of the world is coming soon), we must live on with hope! By the way, how many jumps were there?]
And a post from a student involved in the incident after the first aid class:
Does anyone else think our school is getting increasingly criminal...?
Can anyone tell him that the original goal was to save the world, so what went wrong that caused the art style to go so awry?
...
The commotion caused by the first aid lesson did not escape Fu Qing's notice.
Although she received the course outline from Lu Yan, she never expected him to teach in this way. When she checked the monitoring after being prompted by the system, she gasped in shock.
As a result, Ms. Lu, who had just finished class, soon received an internal school message from the principal that emphasized the message in red, bold, and carried a strong warning.
If you smash my flowers again, I'll throw you down with them.
—Anger from simulation management players.
Lu Yan: "..."
Is this the key point?
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