Doomsday After Turning into a Zombie

This made them waste all their previous efforts, and the zombies they hunted after spending three days going out were cold in the trunk.

Song Jia squatted on the ground sullenly, unable to figure out what went wrong, and whispered to herself, "It can't be because of suffocation."

Ge Huai didn't know when he moved to Yan Hao's side, he stretched out his hand to remove the young man from the crowded place, and educated him in a non-stern tone.

"If the wound is not healed, don't go to crowded places. Be careful of infection. I'll ask the doctor to disinfect and apply medicine for you. Go back and rest early."

Yan Hao hummed, and it was also a caring word. Ge Huai's words didn't make it hard for him to accept. Before he left, he glanced at the zombies behind him again. I didn't care, because the other party was just begging for mercy.

He shifted his gaze indifferently, and went back with the key.

There are no miscellaneous decorations or piles of garbage in Ge Huai's room, and the whole room looks empty and simple.

He was sitting on the sofa, and the top of the coffee table was still the magazines that Ge Huai had brought for entertainment from nowhere a few days ago.

Ge Huai has always been very busy, and the third-order zombies he brought now are still dead, so the progress of the laboratory will definitely stop, and he will go out to find the third-order zombies.

He stared at the transparent glass in a daze, and after about 10 minutes, the man came back with a doctor.

The doctor took off the gauze after entering the door, looked at the rotten flesh and blood on it, and was furious from the bottom of his heart. Captain Ge, who was as proud as a sun, was scolded head-on and face-to-face.

"Knowing that the wound is wrapped with gauze, don't you know how to replace the gauze? Now that the weather is hot, if the wound is covered like this, can it grow well if it is airtight? It's okay for him. You have lived outside for so long and you don't know? ?”

Countless questions in succession only made Ge Huai's complexion slightly gloomy. If Song Jia was there, she would be surprised to find that Captain Ge was actually very patient and not angry.

Just a little bit of regret.

It was the first time for him to care so much about people other than himself. A person who is omnipotent in battle is particularly lacking in talent in caring for others.

After sending away the bluffing doctor, the man sat next to Yan Hao silently, his air pressure was very low.

Yan Hao roughly guessed what the other party was thinking, and at the same time he was a little surprised, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

"Actually, I'm not as serious as the doctor said. The wound will hurt more when I wake up, and I won't feel anything later."

The man just stretched his arms suddenly, patted his head lightly with his big hand, and then said in a dull voice: "I'm a little frustrated, I can't even take care of the children."

"...I'm not a child." Yan Hao was extremely resistant to this title, and Ge Huai changed it graciously.

"Okay, don't call me a kid anymore."

At worst, I screamed in my heart.

Afterwards, Ge Huai stood up, went back to the room and found a stack of papers and a pen from nowhere, sat back on the sofa, side by side with Yan Hao, bent down on the coffee table, took off the cap of the pen, and tilted He looked at Yan Hao.

Yan Hao was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, and he didn't know what to do when he saw the opponent's posture.

"what are you doing?"

"Record your preferences."

Yan Hao: "..."

The two stared for a while.

Yan Hao figured out the other party's intention: "..."

When he was a child, Yan Hao stood up from the sofa with weak legs, walked back to the room where he slept expressionlessly, and locked the door behind him.

He underestimated Ge Huai's persistence, and was pestered by the other party to ask a lot during this hour, from his favorite food to his dislike.

As detailed as a survey, he turned his head and looked back at his life for the first time since birth.

Ge Huai, who had gained a lot, didn't care about Yan Hao's little actions. He sat on the sofa and laughed softly. He used to think that the indifference of the youth was just a paper-covered camouflage film, and now he felt so.

But... Ge Huai's black eyes were filled with black ink. He didn't know what Yan Hao had experienced before, and his actions occasionally showed a little intimacy. The young man didn't refuse, and he didn't even notice the dependence in the depth of his eyes with likes.

But now he is obviously not qualified to ask about the other party's past.

Ge Huai sat back on the sofa, opening and closing his palms. After a while, the communicator in his pocket rang.

Hei Jin didn't know what happened, Song Jia and the others couldn't tell, and Ge Huai knew what they were anxious about.

"Do you need me to catch another one and bring it back?" Ge Huai asked calmly, with an extremely relaxed expression, as if he was talking about something that was easy to do.

"It's okay, the people in the laboratory said it doesn't matter, just extracting the tissue cells of the zombies and doing blood tests, it doesn't need to be so troublesome." Hei Jin shook his hand indifferently, "Jin Yanhe sent someone to find you and asked where his people went .”

"Sacrifice one's life for righteousness, sacrifice oneself, fulfill one's self, and die in the mouth of zombies." Ge Huai began to babble seriously again: "If you think the theory is more reliable, tell his people that one."

black gold:"……"

The little girl had no expression on her face: "The most reliable thing is, if you find that they are not pleasing to the eye, you can solve them easily."

Ge Huai's face was full of disbelief: "Am I that kind of person?"

In the big room, Song Jia and He Ting, who acted as decorations, said in unison: "You are."

Ge Huai, who was deeply shocked, sat on the sofa angrily, with a cold face: "Then find a way to solve it yourself."

Song Jia and He Ting looked at Hei Jin sincerely: "Please."

black gold:"……"

She groaned madly, and complained: "What's the situation, you guys followed him out and didn't know how to watch him, and why is it that I'm responsible for the funeral every time something happens, obviously I'm the last one to take responsibility the one from

Song Jia got up and rummaged through the snacks in the box. Seeing her actions, the captain, who was sulking alone for some reason, came over and squatted with her, still looking at the snack box.

"Well, how dare we interfere with the captain's decision, wouldn't that mean Xian's own life? Ahh——"

Song Jia's hand had just touched the cookies in the box, but the man next to her snatched them away first. He pretended nothing happened and stuffed them into the pocket of his clothes in front of her, half of which was exposed because the package was too big.

Ge Huai patted Song Jia's head in relief, completely forgetting that he never told Song Jia that he was looking for this kind of cookie. The person next to him rummaged through and found it for him: "Good job."

Song Jia: "..."

She looked at Ge Huai unbearably, "Father, you are really my real father."

"Well, by the way, if you see fruit beer, keep it for me." Ge Huai couldn't hear the gnashing of teeth in Song Jia's words at all.

Poor worker Song Jia who was oppressed by the captain: "..."

Then leisurely wandered to the door.

"I'm leaving first if there's nothing to do. Don't look for me these two days, and don't call me if it's nothing serious. By the way, give Han Zheng a holiday tomorrow and let him come... Forget it, just give him a holiday." Ge Huai said A man with far-sightedness finally gave up on letting Han Zheng come to him, and decided to go to him himself tomorrow.

Hei Jin watched the inhumane captain go back with ease, pointed at the gate tremblingly, and asked the two people next to him: "Is he getting more and more excessive."

"Probably Yan Hao is injured, he is in a hurry." Song Jia casually dug out a pack of biscuits from the box.

"injured?"

"Well, Jin Yanhe's group did it." He Ting Qingjun's face was serious, his eyes never wavered, and he said it as if it was true.

Even if it was Hei Jin, he couldn't tell her without Ge Huai's permission.

Yan Hao lay on the bed and didn't fall asleep. When he was free, he wanted to try his ability again. He didn't know if it would be effective for ordinary people.

But there is no suitable partner, so I can only make up in my mind.

There was a movement from the door again, and he was a little surprised that Han Zheng came back so quickly, but he was lying on the bed too lazy to open the door, staring at the ceiling stupidly.

Three minutes later, there was a slight noise from the doorknob of his room, and he turned it and found that it was locked, and the other party let go.

A man's weak voice came through the door——

"I remember the keys seem to be in the drawer..."

Five seconds later—

Yan Hao opened the door with a cold face, and met Ge who was leaning against the door and waving and smiling.

Ge Huai pretended nothing happened, clenched his right hand into a fist and put it on his lips: "It seems that I didn't prepare a spare key."

Before Yan Hao's face turned cold, he took out the cookie from his pocket, tore open the bag, took out a cookie, and put it directly in front of Yan Hao.

Yan Hao hesitated slightly, with the sweet smell of cookies floating in his nostrils, he raised his head unnaturally, and what he met was the man's starry eyes.

In the dark, a hand gently pushed him, or maybe the atmosphere was too good, the cookies smelled too sweet, he couldn't resist the cookies that were delivered to his mouth, and subconsciously opened his mouth and took a bite.

He likes to eat cookies, which is what his mother often made for him when he was a child, and it is also the taste that stays in his memory.

Sweet, savory, unbearable, and appetizing little cookies.

Even though Ge Huai stated in advance that he would not bother him about Jin Yanhe, but he couldn't resist the other party coming to find a place in person. Ge Huai, who was frightening elsewhere, was just an annoying obstacle to Jin Yanhe.

Only one day later, the other party came to visit in person, obviously with malicious intentions.

Yan Hao watched the other party leave, and was about to lie back down again. Since last night, he had become very lethargic again. He obviously had a lot of things hidden in his heart, but he slept very soundly. The sunlight outside the window was enough for him to sleep. He opened his eyes in a daze.

He guessed that it had something to do with the zombie energy he had absorbed, but he couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep again.

Within half an hour, he heard rustling sounds from the living room, his eyelids closed heavily again, after a while he struggled to open his eyelids, sat up sleepily from the bed, and dully found that the wound seemed to have completely healed.

Song Jia just opened the door and came in at this time, she was relieved when she saw Yan Hao.

"The captain told me that you were still asleep when he just left, so I asked you to get up and eat something."

Yan Hao watched Song Jia take out all kinds of food from the handbag one after another with a strange expression, and looked at her hesitantly.

Her expression was too calm, Yan Hao felt for a moment that he was thinking too much, no matter how big Ge Huai's heart was, and his brain was kicked, he should know how to measure it, and would not let others know that he likes him.

He unscrewed a bottle of soda, took two sips, and Song Jia's words rang in his ears.