The daily life of the first brother in the zombie world

The iron door of the laboratory was completely closed.

Doctor Wu turned on the incandescent chandelier.

I looked at the cold light and suddenly couldn't move.

The experimental benches around me wrapped me like a twisted cage, almost making me think that I had never escaped from the ZB Institute.

Everything before was just a dream.

"Hey!" Zhao Siyang pinched the back of my neck, pulled me up from the ground like a rabbit, then turned around and looked at him.

I looked at myself reflected in his Danfeng eyes.

Only then did I realize I was shaking.

And it trembled out of shape, like a curtain that fluctuated with the wind and billowed in waves.

"It's not winter yet, what are you doing?" He asked with a frown.

I opened my mouth, then closed it again, looked down at the white tiles on the floor and shook my head.

"Tsk, after going out for a while, you have learned how to play Shen Shen?" Zhao Siyang grabbed my face and shook it back and forth vigorously!

fuck!

I'm going to have my head ripped off by you!

Ahhh it hurts!

"Okay, okay, don't pinch it." Doctor Wu hurried over to save me, and wiped the cold sweat from his brow, "You should be gentle with such a precious thing."

You are the fucking thing!

You are not something!

"Gentle?" Zhao Siyang clenched his fingers, and suddenly smiled, like a Tyrannosaurus rex baring its teeth, the two rows of fangs were still stained with blood.

I shuddered again.

...Brother...Brother, can you stop laughing so horribly! ?

"I'm not gentle enough?" Zhao Siyang had an unreasonable expression on his face, "I didn't even break his leg."

"Aww!" You are fucking all day long!Don't worry about my legs! !

"Oh, stop arguing, I want to start the experiment right away," Dr. Wu nodded, "You go to the small room next to Xiaoyao and wait for three days to recover. Remember to lock the door, I don't want to I was eaten by you."

I glanced at the room that also had tempered glass doors, but didn't move.

"By the way," Dr. Wu suddenly asked, "Is it really only three days before you recover?"

I tilted my head, otherwise?

Dr. Wu looked at me with envy immediately: "I also caught a few zombies for experiments, and it will take at least a month for them to recover."

Then I... am pretty good.

"Perhaps... it's because you have a mind? You can use your nervous system to control the recovery speed of your body?" Dr. Wu raised a conjecture.

"Well?" Maybe?

I recalled that during the first two recovery sessions, my heart was indeed very urgent.

Seeing me nodding, Dr. Wu's eyes lit up instantly: "Then let's do a real..."

"Can you sew up the wound for me first?" Zhao Siyang interrupted Dr. Wu with several blood holes.

"You sew yourself! Your hands and feet are sharper than mine!" Dr. Wu stared at him.

Zhao Siyang looked at him with a few grains of ice in his eyes.

After two seconds of stalemate with him, Dr. Wu suddenly compromised, waved his hand and said, "Understood, you go out. Are you still worried about me?"

There seems to be some sort of agreement between them that I'm not aware of.

Hearing this, Zhao Siyang looked over and suddenly pressed his hand on my head!

I immediately dodged to the side!

But the response of zombies is always inferior to that of humans.

Just like that, I was pushed into the glass door with my head held down.

"It's okay, you can stay here at ease." He said, raising his hand.

You fucking fart!

Staying in this place can make me feel at ease?

I was about to resist, but he put his hand on top of my head and patted it again.

"You always have to remember that I've said from the beginning that I'm on your side."

Snapped!

I slapped his hand away, glanced into the room, and sat down on a bench.

It doesn't matter who is to whom, that has nothing to do with me.

What I want is my own life.

Zhao Siyang stood there for a while, saw that I was fine, and couldn't bear the injury on his body, so he finally went out.

The glass door closes slowly.

The sudden silence in the laboratory made me very uncomfortable.

And this discomfort is choking my throat little by little.

After a while.

I couldn't bear it any longer, so I called out to Dr. Wu, "Hey."

He stood at the edge of the laboratory table five meters away, busy with his hands, and seemed to be in a state of madness, unable to listen to anything.

"Hey!" I stood up and patted the glass door.

"Hey..." Doctor Wu didn't respond, but Xiaoyao next door responded.

For some reason, I vaguely heard her asking me "what's the matter".

illusion?

I stood by the ventilation baffle between the two rooms, and called out with some uncertainty: "Huh?"

"Huh?" There was an immediate response.

Ahhh! ! !

I can finally fucking talk to zombies! ?

"Hehehe?" I kept asking, but after I finished asking, there was silence again.

what happened?

I was anxious and excited, and no one responded after calling for a long time.

Gradually, I began to suspect that I had heard it wrong, and I couldn't help feeling a little disheartened.

"Hey." I sighed.

"What?" What's wrong?

This time I actually heard her asking me!

And it's strange, I know it's another language, but I can understand it when I hear it, just like listening to a foreigner speak English.

I took a light breath, not letting my emotions fluctuate too much.

And try to keep what you want to express in your mind, and then keep hinting to yourself—just like a normal chat, just speak casually, casually, naturally...

"Well?" Hello?Xiaoyao?

"Slightly." No.

"Hey?" Do you still remember who is that outside?

"Hey." The stored grains didn't look good.

"... Slightly." That's your husband.

"Well?" Huh?

I was about to say it again, but found that the light suddenly dimmed a bit.

I turned around immediately, almost peeing in shock!

Dr. Wu's baby face squeezed against the glass door and turned into a baby cake, with two small round eyes staring at me.

"You can talk to Xiaoyao, right?" He opened the door and walked in.

I spread my hands and smiled, and shook my head helplessly, expressing that I couldn't.

"You can! You can!" Dr. Wu dragged me to the next door, not at all afraid that I would bite him.

"Tell me again! Ask Xiaoyao if she still remembers me?" He seemed to believe that we could communicate.

But I don't want him to know.

"Hey." I emptied my mind and uttered a meaningless monosyllable.

Xiao Yao moved her head, but there was no response.

"Is it really not possible?" Dr. Wu's face collapsed in an instant, his eyes turned red, "I have studied it before, and your zombie's language is not at the same frequency as ours. Although I can't understand it, you can communicate with each other. of."

I twitched my eyes.

I can't figure out in my heart whether he is cheating on me or if he really knows.

"Hey," Dr. Wu dragged me back to the next room. "At present, I only know that you can ask each other for help, raise the alarm, and shout and protest. As for deeper exchanges, I believe there will be in the future."

Not later, but now.

"At that time, I hope you can ask Xiaoyao for me, does she still remember me?"

She can't remember.

But I won't tell you.

"I come to accompany her every day and tell her about our past, so she will remember it?" Dr. Wu looked at me with some expectation.

She won't.

As long as she is a corpse and you are a human being, then you are just food to her.

I thought so, but nodded.

"That's good..." Dr. Wu felt relieved, and turned back to the laboratory bench.

I looked at his slightly drooping shoulders through the glass door, and never spoke to Xiaoyao again.

cannot be found.

Every one of my bargaining chips must be hidden deeply and turned into sharp blades and dark swords.

I firmly believe that only myself can save myself.

Once my heart is made up, I will go straight to the target, reverse everything, tear everything apart, and cover everything with my anger and my scream.

……

Three days later, it happened to be frost.

I came out of the laboratory and looked at the dead leaves wet by the cold rain in the courtyard, and suddenly shivered.

Dr. Wu followed behind me, with two dark circles under his eyes, he said speechlessly: "You are a zombie and you can't feel the cold, why are you shivering?"

I'm used to it.

I miss the cold air in winter, the goosebumps from my arms to my neck, and even every cell that trembles from the cold.

Especially the big red long johns my mother bought.

It looks... warm.

Also caring.

I stepped over the threshold, looked at the governor who was chained under the big banyan tree, took out my new mobile phone and typed and asked, "Where are Zhao Siyang and Bu Fan?"

"The monk is cooking in the kitchen, and the child is out shopping." Dr. Wu yawned, and gave the head of the bodyguard a stack of data sheets in his hand, asking him to steal them from the hospital according to the materials on them.

"You let Bu Fan go out alone?" I asked with a smile.

He immediately took two steps back, crossing his hands in front of his chest: "No, no! I asked five people to follow, and those who didn't know thought he was a rich young man."

She was originally rich and young, raised by my family.

I walked into the kitchen with my hands in my hands.

Slipping, suddenly getting up, he breathed into the air.

When Dr. Wu spoke just now, the white mist floated out intermittently.

I looked at him like a soup dumpling just out of the cage.

however.

I couldn't breathe out myself.

"Ha ha……"

Nothing appeared in the air.

Emma, ​​life is no fun anymore.

It just so happened that Zhao Siyang came out with a pot. When he saw me like this, he immediately lowered his face and called Dr. Wu across half of the yard: "You fucking made me stupid?!"

"No!" Dr. Wu immediately rolled out in fright when he heard the words!He grabbed me and kept looking, "Where? Where are you stupid!"

I... I'm not fucking stupid!

You bunch of trash with no childhood!

Lao Tzu slapped him away, and pointed at Zhao Siyang to Guo Wumao in the courtyard.

"Don't worry, I have contacted there, and the situation is temporarily stable." He said, took out a pig's trotter from his waist pocket, and put it on the open-air stove.

"..."

What is this for?

Seeing me looking around, Zhao Siyang was a little annoyed: "If you want to help, wash the onions by the sink, don't be fooled!"

"Hey!" I snatched the pig's trotters and stuffed them down the water pipe.

"Hey! You don't wear gloves! The water is cold!" The head of the bodyguard came out in a blue overalls, ready to go to the hospital to steal medicine.

I rolled my eyes, how can I be cold.

"Wear it even if it's not cold! What should I do if I have chilblains?"

Lao Tzu!

Where can there be chilblains! ! !

At last.

Under the sincere and worried eyes of the other party, I put on my waterproof gloves and began to wash the pig's trotters.

"Okay, give me the trotter." Zhao Siyang stretched out his hand.

I looked at his hands and moved the corners of my mouth. I just recovered, and I haven't had time to eat.

So hungry.

"...I told you to hold a pig's trotter! What are you doing with my hand!?" Zhao Siyang's bald head burst out with veins.

I looked at the man's hand under my mouth, shut my mouth quickly, and helped him put his hand back into his trouser pocket apologetically.

"Where is my butcher, put your hands in your pockets?" He had another vein on his head.

Why do you ask so much?

Don't you always know how to "raise your hand"?

I pursed my lips tightly, revealing a ferocious smile.

"Yah!!!" Dr. Wu rushed over with a bowl of minced meat, "My fault! I was so sleepy, I forgot to feed you! Don't fight! What a great day!"

ha?

What a good day?

I was a little stunned, I always felt that the atmosphere today was a bit strange.

The entire courtyard is full of harmony and joy, as if this is not the end of the world, but just a place where ordinary people live.

Could it be... New Year's Eve?

"Come, come, those who don't know how to cook will be seated first." Dr. Wu dragged me to the other side of the big banyan tree, where there was a big round table.

And there is an induction cooker in the center of the table with a pot on it.

Mandarin Duck Pot.

...This is what you call a great day! ?

"Sit, sit, sit!" Dr. Wu pulled out the plastic stool and pulled me to sit down.

After a while, Zhao Siyang brought over the boiled soup.

"Are you all ready to eat?" A group of bodyguards walked in outside the door, surrounded by a Bu Fan.

"No, no, when Da Zhuang comes back, let's eat together!" Dr. Wu rubbed his hands together with enthusiasm.

I looked at the sky and always felt something was wrong.

However, it's really not good.

This waited until dark.

Everyone huddled on a table and froze into a lump.

"Rururusheng," Dr. Wu said tremblingly, "you, you, you, go and turn on the light."

I looked at him speechlessly.

Then he got up and took out two hanging lamps, and hung them on the branches.

Under the warm orange light, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

I looked sideways at Bu Fan, this little kid has already glanced at me dozens of times today, what's wrong?

Bu Fan noticed that I was also looking at him, and asked bluntly, "Do you know... what day is today?"

I froze and shook my head.

"Think about it carefully?" Bu Fan frowned.

how!

Did I forget something important?

I hurriedly took out my phone and typed: "I remembered!"

Bu Fan's eyes lit up.

"Today is the day to eat mandarin duck pot."

The corners of Bu Fan's eyes rolled down, and he turned his head and ignored me.

I was even more confused when I saw everyone's expressions of hating iron for not making steel.

"Ouch! I'm sorry everyone!" The head of the bodyguard finally came back with a sack of things.

He didn't even have time to tidy up, so he came over with a cold body and sat down first, and apologized: "Hey, today's wave is too long, I was delayed, I'm sorry, Rusheng, I'm late after you pass!"

"Don't say it!" Dr. Wu couldn't stop him in time, so he smashed the bowl of soup in anger, but he was burned to the back of his hand again, and he screamed in pain.

With an even colder face, Bu Fan took out the birthday cake from his pocket.

... for real?

Today is my birthday?

I frantically took out my phone and looked at the date.

It really is.

"Brother Rusheng, happy birthday." Bu Fan smiled obediently, and gave me a red string with a lucky bead on it.

Hey.

I'm so unlucky that I can't even watch a child.

"Take it quickly! The monk consecrated it!" Dr. Wu hurriedly added.

I heard the words and looked at the six points on Zhao Siyang's head.

"What are you looking at! This is the real thing, Lao Tzu! Hold it carefully!" Zhao Siyang turned on the induction cooker with a "snap".

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"Once my heart is made up, I will go straight to the goal, reverse everything, cut everything, and cover everything with my red robe." - Richelieu