Zombies of the new age are troubled

Chapter 39 was found
With a bang, the opened door was slammed shut.

Just as Wang Xiaolu was about to turn around, he was a step late and had a face-to-face meeting with the man.

"What do you look at? Is it true that women love to gossip? Let me tell you, if you dare to tell what you see, I will see you and hit you once."

Wang Xiaolu somehow felt that this sentence was a bit funny. She was a zombie, and a human was going to beat her. She really didn't know, so she asked me to answer.

The man took her silence as fear, made a "hum" forcefully, and left with a shake of his sleeves.

This can't be blamed on the man, he goes out for almost a day and doesn't come back most of the night, so how would he know that the postman has changed long ago and is still a zombie.

Under the glaring gaze of the man, Wang Xiaolu did not walk towards the opened elevator, but walked slowly towards the stairwell.

The man completely took the postman's slow walk as a reluctance to walk up the stairs, and felt better for no reason.

Every time Wang Xiaolu delivered newspapers, she would not deliberately wait for the elevator. She would only take the elevator if it happened to stop near her own floor.

She walked ten floors in a row, just in time to meet the elevator stopped on this floor, and walked over with stiff steps.

There was only one man in the elevator, with colorfully dyed hair. When he saw Wang Xiaolu, he staggered towards the elevator door, completely blocking the way in.

That expression of what you can do to me makes people angry.

Wang Xiaolu stopped two steps away from the door, looking at the man inside puzzled.

She watched it for a while, and finally concluded that the man was probably not awake.

It was obvious that she was not allowed to enter, and the elevator was not allowed to close, and kept pressing the door open button.

She shook her head. There are quite a few neuropathy. The word neuropathy was told to her by her mentor two days ago.

She remembered that the instructor said this, "If you encounter humans or zombies doing things that you can't understand, don't worry about it. There is a kind of mental illness that is prevalent now. When you are sick, you will talk nonsense and do things that you can't understand normally." thing."

Wang Xiaolu glanced in the direction of the elevator, then shook his head, and walked towards the stairwell again.

"Hey, stop here." The man's voice was finally blocked by the elevator door.

How did he see sympathy in the postman's eyes, and why did he shake his head at him in the end.

Wang Xiaolu really sympathized with the man in the elevator, who had this disease at a young age, and the man upstairs was somewhat older than him.

It is clear.

She took the two people she met today as the kind of mental illness that the tutor said. The tutor finally told her that people with this disease are very poor, and no doctor can cure them.

Wang Xiaolu's life is unlimited. In her view, human beings with such a short life are still plagued by various diseases. It's really pitiful. Zombies don't get sick.

By the time she delivered buildings 1 to 3, the morning had already passed.

Wang Xiaolu doesn't rest at noon every day, and he doesn't eat. In order to avoid the fact that Grandpa Wang at No. 4, Building 4, would drag her into the house for dinner when he saw her, she would sit in the chair downstairs for a few days. for a while.

She really liked the feeling of the sun shining on her body, it was so warm and comfortable, it made her feel like she wanted to sleep.

Wang Xiaolu was interrupted by a familiar voice while he was half asleep and half awake.

"So you're hiding here, let me find it now! Let's see where you're going to run."

(End of this chapter)