The daily life of the first brother in the zombie world

"I don't have any pursuits," Dr. Wu closed the iron gate, "my biggest wish is to spend the rest of my life with Xiao Yao."

His baby face is full of deepness: "Even now, my only wish is this one, so I hope Xiaoyao can turn back into a human, or, I become a corpse, a corpse like you."

I looked at him and frowned.

Although the wish is good.

The problem is, neither of these options sounds like a good idea.

"I need your help. As long as you are willing to cooperate, I have the confidence to do it." As he said that, he changed the topic, "And there are not many options for you. Now in the entire Guanglin City, I am the only one who can take care of you." you hide..."

"Cough!" Zhao Siyang coughed forcefully.

Dr. Wu immediately stopped talking, changed the subject and said, "As long as you can trust me, any conditions are fine."

I glanced at Zhao Siyang, what did that mean just now?

What are you hiding from me?

You fucking coughed like this, thinking I wouldn't hear it?

"You...cough...look at what I do, I...cough...tuberculosis." Zhao Siyang used too much force just now, and was choked by saliva and coughed non-stop.

You don't say it.

It's really like that.

"It's okay, I'll treat it together later," Doctor Wu smoothed things over and brought the topic back on track, "What do you think of what I just said?"

not so.

If you have something to hide from me, I can check it myself.

As for the conditions you mentioned...

I pointed to the iron gate.

"What do you mean..." Doctor Wu suddenly realized, his face darkened faster than farting, "Impossible! I won't take Xiaoyao to risk!"

I spread my hands, and forget it.

"You!" Dr. Wu glared at me, then looked at Zhao Siyang and pointed, "Didn't you say that he is easy to talk to?"

Zhao Siyang also spread his hands: "That was in the past, whoever asked your subordinates to lose people to me and pick them up again will change."

Doctor Wu was so angry that he sneered aloud. He raised his hand and pulled his sleeves, like some kind of "talk over" signal, and all the bodyguards who had been guarding the door came in.

I smiled at him and put my hands in my pockets casually.

"Think about it carefully and understand," Dr. Wu said, leaning on the mahogany cabinet. "Even if you have a mind, you are still a zombie in the end. Even if you fight with your bare hands, you can't beat my bodyguard."

"Brother Rusheng!" Bu Fan wanted to come in, but was stopped by the head of the bodyguard.

"Kids, don't go in and get mixed up."

"Go away!" Bu Fan's record of cutting off his son and grandson's leg was practiced perfectly.

One kick, one accurate.

"Ah!!" The head of the bodyguard fell to the ground unexpectedly, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...you're such a kid."

I shook my thighs and stood up straight at the same time as Dr. Wu.

He seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and couldn't hold back his face: "What are you doing! You can't even look after a child! Shut him up!"

"Do you dare?" Zhao Siyang finally finished coughing, and asked under his throat.

I also looked at Dr. Wu, with a smile on my face.

"It depends on what you do. At a time like this, I don't mind being a bad guy." Dr. Wu leaned back on the cabinet again.

This time is the bad guy?

Was he a good guy before that?

I glanced at the head of the bodyguard lying on the ground. Although we haven't been together for a long time, this man is really heartless and simple. He hangs an open heart on his neck, ready to be weighed by others.

The other bodyguards are not bad either.

But Dr. Wu... the more he objected, the more at ease I felt.

Because it shows that he does care about his wife.

In this way, my chips are more valuable.

"Don't move!" Seeing that I wanted to take something out of my pocket, the bodyguard immediately stopped me.

"It's okay." Dr. Wu squinted at my hand, his eyes gradually turned from indifference and defense to fanaticism.

"What is this!?" He broke his voice because he was too excited.

I shook the two small glass bottles in my hand, then pointed to myself, and looked in the direction of the iron door.

"Medicine..." Dr. Wu immediately walked towards me, "Where did you come back from... Could it be the medicine from the ZB Research Institute?!"

I nodded and put the medicine back.

"Give it to me! Please give it to me!" Dr. Wu stretched out his hand to grab it!

I stepped back, and it happened that Zhao Siyang jumped off the operating table and stood in front of me.

"No, no." Doctor Wu calmed down again, but his gaze never left my pocket. "How do I know that it must be medicine related to zombies!"

I rolled my eyes.

I really don't know how lying would do me any good in this situation.

Doctor Wu walked back and forth a few times in the same place, and finally nodded in agreement with an ugly face.

"I can hand Xiaoyao into your hands, but on the contrary, you have to stay in the laboratory with her, and you can't leave my sight."

I thought about it, and agreed with a smile.

But I only gave him one of the bottles.

That bottle of pills that brought me back to pain.

rather than inhibitors.

Without knowing whether he really has two brushes, I have to try it first. I spent half my life in exchange for this thing, and I can't afford to waste it.

"You take this bottle to see first, if you can make a name for yourself, we will give you another bottle." Zhao Siyang figured out the situation almost instantly, but he was talking for me on the surface, but he looked back I glance.

How to say.

This glance is a bit complicated.

Because I didn't tell him about the two bottles of medicine.

Let him realize that I am wary of him.

Doctor Wu took the bottle of medicine, his eyes were filled with impatience: "No problem, give me three days, three days is enough!"

He pulled me into the iron gate, nagging as he walked: "You must put the other bottle of medicine away, don't drop or knock it!"

I smiled and thought, as long as you don't grab it hard, then I won't threaten you by destroying it.

But Zhao Siyang pulled me back halfway.

"What's the matter!" Doctor Wu was in a hurry.

"It's nothing, it's just," Zhao Siyang squeezed his two sword eyebrows between his brows, but his tone was very casual, "I just noticed your accent, isn't it a local?"

"Yes, we escaped from other places." Dr. Wu began to speak in dialect in a hurry.

"Where did you come from? The tone of your voice is very similar to a brother in my temple. He is from Beihai Province. If I remember correctly, Beihai Province is inside the national wall, right?"

In an instant.

A tendon in my brain is straightened, and it only takes someone to touch it to break it!

While the other party was in a daze, I snatched back the glass bottle and shook off his holding my hand.

"Don't, don't! Listen to me!" Doctor Wu hurriedly explained, "We are from Beihai Province. I only found out about the existence of the ZB Research Institute after Xiaoyao's death, and brought her here, hoping to get Help, but they don't recognize the research on zombies, so I can only wait for the opportunity here!"

It is more believable for him to say this than to deny it directly.

After all, as long as he said that he came to live in East China temporarily and happened to encounter a wave of corpses, we couldn't question it.

"That's it," Zhao Siyang moved his fingers, making a clicking sound, "Then you knew about the existence of the ZB Research Institute from the very beginning, but you didn't tell me in time."

"I..." Doctor Wu was momentarily at a loss for words.

"What are you waiting for?" Zhao Siyang answered directly for him, "You are waiting for a possibility, which is the present possibility. A meddlesome, simple-minded person who has been tortured in the ZB Research Institute, Then what will happen? He will resist, will use his own advantages to fight back, and may even bring out the research results inside..."

"You can't say that! Although I have thought about it, how small is the possibility?" Doctor Wu Sistilian shouted, "It's not that I'm torturing him or hurting him! What's the use of saying this now? !"

"You..." Zhao Siyang wanted to say more, but I pulled him away by his belt.

I really don't have many options.

If I miss Dr. Wu, where can I find another person to help me research inhibitors?

I really don't care much about those things before.

I just want now and later.

I need strength, and a bargaining chip to fight against this apocalypse.

"Give me another bottle of medicine, and I'll store it for you." Before entering the iron gate, Zhao Siyang stretched out his hand to me.

I grinned at him.

You are fucking dreaming, may I give it to you?

Zhao Siyang looked at me and smiled too.

He withdrew his hand, put it in his pants pocket instead, and blocked the iron door that was about to close with his other hand.

"I'll go in and have a look too, the wound on my body hasn't been stitched yet." He stepped in and walked by my side, like a Buddha.

Doctor Wu opened his mouth, but finally closed it.

"Boss?" The head of the bodyguard got up from the ground and wanted to follow in.

We glanced at the heels of his legs together.

Dr. Wu shook his head and said, "You, have a good rest, Da Zhuang."

"But..." Da Zhuang was worried.

"What are you afraid of? The strongest relationship in this world is the relationship of interests. It is indestructible." He pulled his hand through the iron gate, "Don't worry about it."

"Brother Rusheng!" Bu Fan stood outside the door and called me eagerly.

I looked back at his anxious little eyes, my heart softened, and I wanted to tell him not to worry.

He yelled: "Come out quickly! I'll wait for you to eat the mandarin duck pot!"

Emma!

Can I change my mind about something else!

bad boy!

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