Seeing Chen Fan gradually being carried away by the parachute he opened, Wu Xiu was still thinking about what to do to make up for the problem of causing his teammates to be separated. Wei Yanwu slapped him twice:
"Xiao Wu! Are you dreaming!? Open your parachute quickly. If you don't open it, you will fall to your death."
After Wei Yanwu's reminder, Wu Xiu hurriedly opened his parachute and let his fall speed slow down before he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then Wu Xiu and Wei Yanwu saw Chen Fan, who was still unconscious, floating slowly over their heads, and then headed straight towards the location of the singer in the center of the jurisdiction.
Looking at Chen Fan who was like a floating corpse, Wu Xiu's eyes nearly popped out:
"Chen Fan! Please wake up! Brother——————"
No matter how he called, Chen Fan got no response.
After floating past a towering building, the trio became a two-person group and a single group.
"あたしがを语るのなら"
(If you want me to talk about love)
"How about その眼には, 影る?"
(What kind of scene is reflected in those eyes)
"Words are there and I'm leaving"
(Words are all superfluous)
"无簮音が流れてく"
(The impure tone flows away)
"あなたがにpaintれるまで"
(Before you are covered with love)
"その色はphanだ"
(That view is just a fantasy)
"ひとりぼっち、音に呑まれれば"
(A person is swallowed up by music alone)
"Common to the whole world"
(This is happiness shared by the whole world, right?)
"It's very noisy, hey! If you want to sing, can you please keep the sleeping people away..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Fan looked at the dark crowd beneath him, and the rest of his complaints came to an abrupt end.
After swallowing the words silently, Chen Fan raised his head and looked at where he was.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. When he saw it, Chen Fan suddenly found that he was hanging on a flagpole extending horizontally from the wall of a building seven or eight meters above the ground. If the parachute rope was longer, Chen Fan could step on it. The heads of people who kept waving gently to the singing were on their heads.
Unable to help but swallow his saliva, Chen Fan grabbed the parachute rope with his backhand, carrying the heavy box on his back and wanted to climb up to the flagpole before making a plan.
As a result, after just a few pulls, despite Chen Fan's amazing arm strength, the parachute rope let out an overwhelmed groan.
Now Chen Fan didn't dare to move at all, not because he was worried about falling, but because he was afraid that if he fell, the people underneath him would be crushed into pieces by the heavy box he was carrying.
Normally, Chen Fan would have cut the rope without any hesitation and smashed it down, killing as many as he could.
But it doesn't work now. Now the administration has issued action recorders to all three of its people who entered the blocked area, which are broadcast in real time through a special channel.
If Hu Weijiu or the bald director in the testing room sees that Chen Fan has no regard for the life and death of the people, they will not be able to reap the consequences after completing the mission and returning home.
How about using a rope to swing up and hang on the edge closest to you on the wall?
Chen Fan could do it, but he was afraid that the rope would not be able to support the swing.
When you fall, do you use yourself as a cushion to cushion the people below?
Pull it down, the only difference between hitting someone with a ton of rocks and hitting someone with a ton of cloth is how complete the body will be.
After much deliberation, not only was there no good solution, but the sound of the rope creaking became louder and louder. Chen Fan, who was hanging in the air, was helpless.
Just when Chen Fan was prepared to be dealt with and was about to give it a try, a light voice came from nowhere and passed into Chen Fan's mind:
"Sir, may I ask what you are doing up there?"
Hearing this voice in his mind, Chen Fan's body froze slightly.
Slowly turning his head, Chen Fan saw that the crowds of people who were humming and clapping along with the melody separated left and right in unison, forming a smooth road.
And in this spectacular scene like Moses parting the sea, a girl with long green hair slowly walked toward Chen Fan from the other end of the road.
The pupils of blue and green colors reflected each other, full of curiosity towards Chen Fan.
Seeing the girl slowly walking towards him, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed through Chen Fan's dark eyes.
However, in an instant, this surprise disappeared.
Chen Fan, who waited until the girl walked under him and hung dangling on the flagpole of the building, spoke:
"It's not very important what I do. I just hope you can keep these ordinary people away from me, lest I crush them to death in a moment. So... what's the reason why you came to me? Miss Linggui?"
The green eyes reflected Chen Fan's dark figure. The spirit ghost who was given the codename "Princess" carefully observed the man falling from the sky in front of him. After a long time, he slowly shook his head:
"Sorry, I just felt a familiar aura from you, but if I look closely, you are completely different from him."
Then, without waiting for Chen Fan, who looked confused, to say something, the princess turned around and left without any regrets, just as abruptly as she came.
But the crowd under Chen Fan dispersed loudly, leaving enough space for him to fall.
Witnessing the princess gradually disappearing into the crowd, Chen Fan scratched his chin in disbelief:
"It's really strange. The spirit ghosts who were given codenames seem to be no different from humans, right?"
He shook his head and thought, what does this have to do with him? Then, Chen Fan took out the assigned knife from his jacket pocket and began to cut the parachute rope on his shoulder.
In the still melodious singing, Chen Fan tried to save himself on the flagpole. The sea of people swayed rhythmically on the ground. Everyone did not interfere with each other and enjoyed themselves.
It's just that Chen Fan has been busy here for a long time, but the strap of the parachute on his shoulder is still strong, and the knife issued by the administration can only cut a small opening on the side of it, less than the width of a single finger.
So the squeaking sound before was not due to being overwhelmed, but because of the shaking? ! Isn't the equipment of the Administration also very good? !
After twisting his armpits, which had turned from pain to numbness, Chen Fan thought that if he didn't quickly cut off the bag, his arms would be useless here.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Fan seemed to remember something. He retracted the knife and stretched out a finger from each hand, pointing at the parachute straps on both sides of the opposite shoulder:
"Sister Xiaojiu, the magic spells you taught me these two weeks must work well, otherwise I won't be able to go anywhere today."
After muttering this sentence, Chen Fan immediately sang verse-like language from his mouth:
"The white tiger of the west kills and plunders gold,
The king of beasts, warding off evil and punishing evil,
Chaos, two rituals, four images, and eight trigrams when the heaven and earth first opened!
The magic tiger talisman is broken in one day! "
Just as Chen Fan finished singing the last sentence, two fan-shaped golden rays of light condensed and formed from the tips of his fingers and flew straight out. In an instant, Chen Fan used a knife to slit the parachute straps that had been useless for a long time.
Just as he opened his mouth and wanted to smile for his success in casting the magic spell, Chen Fan suddenly felt a huge feeling of weightlessness coming from his feet.
Oh, I forgot that I was still on the flagpole.
However, now that it was over, Chen Fan had no choice but to retract his legs, preparing to use his adjusted posture to cushion the landing.
The next second, Chen Fan landed handsomely in a superhero landing posture.
Then the leg with the knee on the ground let out an overwhelmed moan, and Chen Fan's body was unconsciously rolled onto the cold ground because his legs were weak:
"Gan... after being hung up for so long, I forgot that I was carrying a heavy sniper rifle."
The next second, miserable wails echoed throughout the square:
"Oh, my bulge! Oh my god, my meniscus! It's broken, it's all broken!!!"
However, the wailing sound can only be heard in the square, and soon dissipates in the melodious singing.
(There are medial and lateral half-moon-shaped bones on the tibial articular surface, called menisci. The edges are thicker and are closely connected to the joint capsule. The center is thin and free. Except for the fact that the edge part can repair itself after damage, the meniscus It cannot repair itself after rupture. After meniscectomy, a fibrocartilaginous thin and narrow meniscus can be regenerated from the synovium. A normal meniscus has the function of increasing the depression of the tibial condyle and padding the internal and external femoral condyles to increase joint stability. Stability and buffering shock.)
In the monitoring room, a group of logistics personnel watched Chen Fan's magic trick fall to the ground, and then fell to the side as if shouting loudly. They wanted to laugh but were forced to hold it in hard because the director was watching behind them.
However, the director was not a fool. After feeling the strange atmosphere in the control room, he sighed and nodded slightly:
"You can laugh if you want. This kid Chen Fan is indeed a bit out of touch...Pfft!"
The uncontrollable snicker that followed was not made by the bald director himself, but by Hu Weijiu, who was standing behind him and couldn't hold it back. She laughed out loud before the bald director could finish speaking.
Turning around and staring at Hu Weijiu with wide eyes, the bald director himself couldn't help laughing:
"Ahem! Anyway, don't be so stiff, everyone. I'm just here to take a look and avoid the situation where the director of the bureau is not present when an emergency occurs. As you normally do, just do as you are now."
As soon as these words came out, Hu Weijiu immediately raised her hands high:
"Xiao Zhao! Go and move my sofa over, and then bring some bottles of happy water and potato chips!"
"...Hu Weijiu! Stop it right here!"
For a time, the monitoring room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Regardless of the joyful atmosphere in the control room, Chen Fan took a long time to regenerate his knee after he failed to land on the ground.
Standing up and shaking his legs, and shaking his fingers that were broken due to holding on the ground, Chen Fan looked up at the flagpole hanging high with resentment.
And the parachute still floating in the wind above.
Shaking his head unbearably, Chen Fan buried the scene deep in his heart, sighed, stepped forward with his legs, and started walking towards the place where the music producer lived according to the positioning system on his watch.
As for why not go to Wei Yanwu and Wu Xiu...
Not to mention that the communication range of the issued walkie-talkies is only three hundred meters. If you are lucky enough to bump into each other in a huge area, Chen Fan doesn't want to run around and cause trouble just by looking at the crowd of zombies in front of him.
After much deliberation, it was best to go straight to the destination with coordinates.
Meanwhile, near the scheduled landing site.
Dragging Wu Xiu, whose face was covered with blood, to run wildly, Wei Yanwu followed up with a tiger pounce and took him deep into the alley.
The next second, the crowd of Wuyang Wuyang rushed past the entrance of the alley, and the entire alley was crumbling under the earth-shaking footsteps.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Yanwu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the crowd had disappeared.
Then, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and started making an emergency call to the monitoring room:
"Control room control room! This is Wei Yanwu! Tell Chen Fan not to go to the destination!
Absolutely not! ! ! "
Wandering all the way to the neighborhood where his destination was located, Chen Fan struggled to pass through the crowd, and finally arrived at the community where the music producer lived.
Just as he was about to walk into the unattended door, the intercom on Chen Fan's shoulder suddenly rang.
But there was just one sound, and then silence fell.
Somewhat puzzled, Chen Fan reached out and patted the intercom. Chen Fanxin asked what was going on. Why did it suddenly buzz and then go silent?
Is it broken? It shouldn’t be, the products produced by the Administration must be high-quality products. Don’t say that you just squeezed in the crowd along the way. Even if you throw this walkie-talkie from a cliff into the sea and soak it for a few weeks, you can still use it after fishing it out.
While Chen Fan was thinking about it, he took off the walkie-talkie from his shoulder, turned on the button and said a few words:
"Hey, can you hear me? Old Wei? Dead shemale?"
After stopping and waiting for a moment, the intercom was still quiet, except for the faint static noise.
Reaching out and patting the walkie-talkie again, Chen Fan confirmed again and again that there was nothing wrong with it, then shook his head helplessly and put it back on his shoulder.
I can't figure out what's going on. It's most likely...current interference?
Although he didn't think the strangeness of the walkie-talkie was too important, Chen Fan carefully took out a bag of purple ashes wrapped in a transparent plastic bag from his coat pocket, opened the seal and carefully shook out part of the ashes to the ground.
After sealing the opening and putting the transparent plastic bag back into his pocket, Chen Fan pointed at the ashes on the ground, stretched out his hands to pad each other up and down, crossed them left and right at the same time, and spat out a strange and obscure sentence from his mouth:
“O purple hermit, prisoner of thorns!
Return from the shadows and travel to places deeper than darkness.
Tower, Fool, Hanged Man, obey my command and appear here!
Magical Tarot Ash Hound! "
During the deep prayer, purple ashes slowly floated up along with Chen Fan's rising and falling voice, outlining two vaguely shaped creatures.
Finally, as Chen Fan gave his final command, two strange beasts made of purple smoke jumped up in the sudden wind and landed lightly in front of Chen Fan.
Reaching out and gently stroking the two smoke hounds, Chen Fan thought to himself that he really had to rely on dogs to find people, and then he said to the two hounds that were touched with skillful techniques:
"Go ahead, one is a sloppy middle-aged man, the other is a blond, blue-eyed dead shemale... forget it, they are just young men who look like women."
After hearing Chen Fan's instructions, one of the hounds ran happily into the distance, while the other hound was stunned for a moment, then shook its head and left with the first one.
Chen Fan frowned slightly as he watched the two ash hounds jumping away.
