When the apocalypse comes, bring your handsome men to build infrastructure.

Outside the glass passage, Qin Jian could see the wandering zombies at close range. There were old people wearing hospital gowns, half-waist-high children, white-collar women making phone calls, and staff wearing nursing uniforms. .

They wandered around the playground aimlessly, and some of them were still doing some of the same actions as before.

Qin Jian felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Yan carried Qin Jian on his back, not forgetting to hit the passing zombies with his hand, and the aftermath made him feel faintly excited. After all, they are zombies. Even if they are controlled by humans, their desire to kill will still be engraved in their hearts.

Soon, a group of three people passed through the glass passage. When they pushed open the door connecting the passage to the main building, the hordes of zombies they expected did not appear.

Maybe they all ran outside, and there were only zombies walking around in the corridor on the first floor.

Qin Jian really couldn't hold on any longer, and the pain in her lower abdomen made it difficult for her to breathe.

No time to clean up the zombies, she thought.

She saw the medicine retrieval area next to the entrance of the passage, which was considered a room after all.

"It would be nice if I could pry open the door to the medicine retrieval area."

Yu Bo turned his attention to the door of the medicine retrieval area and said with some embarrassment: "I can pick the lock."

Qin Jian looked at him unexpectedly, expressing disbelief.

"It stands to reason that your police should have a door-breaking device, right?"

"Yes, but having another skill is not a bad thing. I learned this skill from a locksmith registered with the police."

Well, it doesn’t matter how the process is, as long as the result is good.

Qin Jian stopped worrying about that. She just wanted to lie down now.

Yu Bo pried open the door of the medicine preparation room. Fortunately, the structure of the door lock was relatively simple, so he could pry it open quickly. It took a few minutes.

There were no people or zombies in the medicine preparation area. The entire medicine collection area looked clean and tidy. Except for some thin dust, there were no dark blood clots outside.

I don’t know where these people went when the zombie virus broke out.

Qin Jian sat on the mesh chair at the medicine retrieval area and asked Zhang Yan to take a few sips of spring water for herself to relieve the pain. He then ordered Yu Bo to take out the syringe for the flying needle used by poisonous dogs, and pointed it at his arm, hesitantly daring to take action.

"Maybe it should be disinfected first."

Zhang Yan immediately took advantage of the spring water in the space to clean Qin Jian's arm. Afterwards, he got a five-piece set for drawing blood: cotton swabs, disinfectant, leather tubes, needles and vacuum blood collection tubes.

"...Uh." There's no need to be so positive.

"Master, don't you know how to draw blood?" Zhang Yan saw Qin Jian's hesitation. He squatted on the ground and blinked at her.

"I haven't learned how to do needlework."

"Then leave it to me!"

Zhang Yan stood up and took the five-piece blood drawing set from Yu Bo's hand, put a pad on Qin Jian's arm, and put the cotton swab into the disinfectant water. A set of movements was performed smoothly, and it looked like he had a lot of experience.

"Are you really able to do this?" Yu Bo asked a little worriedly.

"No problem, I've given injections to pigs, cattle and sheep." When it comes to his profession, Zhang Yan is still very confident.

"????" This is Qin Jian.

"..." This is the aftermath.

Zhang Yan's needle went in, and I have to say that his skills were very good. Qin Jian didn't even feel much pain.

"Your craftsmanship is surprisingly good."

"That's natural. After all, if it hurts, those pigs will kick me!"

"..."

Maybe I shouldn't ask that question more, Qin Jian thought.

Three tubes of blood were drawn out and put into six flying needles and two syringes. Because he was afraid that the blood would be too viscous for the needle to inject, Zhang Yan added some saline to dilute it.

In this way, the six flying needles carrying Qin Jian's blood were prepared.

Qin Jian took a few more sips of spring water. The pain had been relieved a lot, but it was still difficult to move.

She simply lay down on the chair and ordered the two of them to go to the surgical clinic on the second floor to find a zombie surgeon.

Just in case, Qin Jian asked Yu Bo to make an extra poisonous dog crossbow arrow, and gave Yu Bo four blood flying needles and Zhang Yan two blood flying needles. She herself put the chair cushion under the cabinet at the medicine retrieval place and huddled up to sit inside to prevent anyone from discovering her.

"The third floor is the operating room. When the zombie crisis breaks out, most doctors should be in the operating room."

Yu Bo said this.

Qin Jian thought for a while, agreed with him, and ordered them to go to the third floor to find a suitable zombie doctor.

After they left, Qin Jian used [Zombie Sight] to share Yu Bo's vision and watched him follow the corridor to the stairs on the first floor. There were several zombies wandering on the stairs. They were probably too stiff. A zombie walking up the stairs I tripped over the stairs, slid from upstairs to downstairs, and hit the wall at the corner of the stairs with a bang.

The other zombies turned their heads here when they heard the sound, but because they didn't see humans, they quickly lost interest.

In the aftermath, Zhang Yan successfully climbed to the second floor and unexpectedly encountered several police zombies who were maintaining order.

For some reason, Qin Jian felt that they were a little different from other zombies. Their limbs were more flexible than other zombies, and they could even go up and down stairs normally without tripping over the stairs.

The same is true for the professional reenactment behavior during their lifetime. They naturally maintain the order on the second floor.

And their reaction…

The other zombies almost ignored Yu Bo and Zhang Yan. Even if they attacked other zombies, no other zombie would pay them any attention. But these police zombies seemed to be very interested in Yu Bo and Zhang Yan, and kept paying them attention.

Qin Jian was thinking about whether to separate some syringes to control them, but felt Yu Bo's gaze pause.

"what happened?"

Qin Jian asked Yu Bo silently in her heart, not expecting him to answer, but she didn't expect that Yu Bo's voice sounded in her mind.

"I feel something is not good. There seems to be a very powerful guy upstairs."

But now that we are here, there is no reason to give up. After all, the master's illness can no longer be delayed.

So Qin Jian asked Zhang Yan and Yu Bo to use two flying needles to control several police zombies and let them take the lead.

Those police zombies are indeed more flexible than other zombies. If you ignore their rolled eyes, they look like normal people.

However, it may be that the blood was given too little, so apart from obeying orders, they were unable to communicate verbally with Qin Jian.

A few police zombies headed towards the third floor under Qin Jian's order. When they stepped into the third floor, the bad thing they imagined did not happen.

Yu Bo and Zhang Yan followed them, looking behind them from time to time. At this time, Yu Bo's eyes moved down, looking at the body lying on the ground in disbelief.

They were all deliberately slaughtered. There were marks on their heads where they had been cut by sharp blades. The blades were neatly cut. Their turbid brains were scattered all over the floor, but the vital crystal nuclei inside could not be seen.

Yu Bo didn't dare to be careless. He held the poisonous dog crossbow in one hand and rubbed his leg with the other to load the police pistol.

Zhang Yan also felt something was wrong, but he was not very good at using guns, so he could only hold the engineer shovel in one hand and the poisonous dog crossbow arrow in the other.

The group of people looked around in silence, wary of hidden enemies.

Almost all the surrounding doors were open, and not surprisingly, the same corpses as those in the corridor were lying inside, including many doctors and nurses.

Yu Bo and Zhang Yan didn't dare to relax. The further they pushed in, the stronger the sense of urgency that pressed against their nerves, as if their hearts were being grasped by an inexplicable force.

The surrounding rooms were quickly explored, and the only room waiting for them that was not inspected was the operating room at the end of the corridor.

Qin Jian ordered Yu Bo and Zhang Yan to stop, and ordered a zombie who joined behind to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened a crack, the skull of the police zombie was opened by an unknown force, and the gray-white brain collapsed on the face of the zombie behind him.

He staggered down and his body got stuck in the door, preventing it from closing.

Yu Bo glanced through the crack in the door. Inside, a handsome man with black hair stood in front of the operating table. On the ground beneath him were piles of corpses with their heads cut off, forming a hill.

He has a slender figure and beautiful appearance. His half-long hair is covered with dried blood, and the close-fitting white coat he is wearing has large murky black blood stains.

His expression was relaxed, and his thin purple lips were stained with moist brain matter.

His movements and expressions look like humans, but his white eyes and bloodless skin reveal that he is a zombie.

This is a high-level zombie!