A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

I walked to the system console again and turned on the simulated shooting mode on the wall facing Niyo. After I saw the changes on the wall and virtualized the target, I turned around and did not leave immediately, but just stayed with him like this. Gerald stood by the wall, watching Niyo who stood in the middle of the room raised the gun in his hand.

I have to say that Niyo's posture with the gun is quite strange. Although it can be seen that he is trying his best to recall and imitate the posture and grip of the army members, it is probably because he has never really touched it. His movements and expressions It's all jerky, and even if it's just a simulation, it seems a little nervous.

When Niyo pulled the trigger to shoot out the first stream of air and hit the target by touching the edge, Gerald suddenly looked away from the surrounding scene.He began to concentrate, staring at Niyo—or the weapon in Niyo's hand—unmoving.

I stood silently behind his left and looked at him, guessing his thoughts by the way.

As someone who picked up a black mouse for the first time, Niyo's accuracy was actually pretty good.This type of gun has a slower refill speed and a less powerful beam, so it doesn't generate recoil and doesn't put any pressure on the gunner.In such a small room, he didn't need to worry about the distance and angle, so after hitting a few more targets, he gradually became familiar with it.

Gerald didn't react. He was so engrossed in watching Niyo practice against the firing panel that he barely blinked.

I wonder what he's thinking at this moment.For example, would he have a sense of familiarity with what Niyo was holding, or simply recognize this kind of weapon that he might have held in his hand before.Maybe he was guarding against Niyo turning around and shooting him suddenly, or he wanted to take the black mouse and put it in his hand to feel a few, to feel the old buddy who helped him before.

Guessing his thinking is the most frequent thing I have done in the past few months, and it is also the most boring and interesting thing.Every day I try to speculate on what kind of thoughts he will have in various places and scenes, or judge how he will react after hearing or seeing something.He will often do something that I may not have expected, and then forcefully reverse my thinking and follow him around.I even began to suspect that maybe even my thoughts were already approaching him.

There are also times when it's hard for me to figure out what emotions his eyes and expressions are trying to express - like now.He looked at Niyo without the initial hostility, but he watched Niyo raising his gun and shooting, as if he was thinking about it, but I had to confirm that he was actually unable to have many complicated thoughts.So what is he looking at and thinking about?

When I was observing Niyo's shooting posture, I also tried my best to keep up with the rhythm of his brain.

Niyo soon felt tired. He let out a heavy breath, lowered the arm that had been holding the gun, put his left hand on his shoulder and pinched it, and turned the joint of his shoulder to relax.At the same time, he turned around and shook his head at me, "I didn't feel it before, and I felt quite relaxed when I first got it in my hand, but after holding it for a long time, I feel that this gun is actually very heavy."

"It's because the muscles in your arms can't support it," I smiled and replied, "In other words, your body really needs exercise. The idea of ​​the black mouse design is to be light and easy to carry , is a firearm worn by almost every soldier who cleans up the infected on the battlefield, if you can’t even bear this kind of weight, look at the pile of equipment at your feet, which ones do you think you can handle?”

"You can't say that." Niyo held the gun weakly in his right hand, and yelled with his left hand on his waist, "I used to need to carry a few terminals with me at most, and in terms of my work , even if I want to exercise, I don’t have the time.”

"Then take some of your time from now on." I paused, and added: "If you really want to be able to truly accompany Jiali Miweier on the battlefield someday in the future. "

"Of course I want to." Niyo replied immediately, "I've been expecting that anytime, anywhere."

I nodded slightly, "It's not easy for you to memorize all these things today, let's rest first, and talk about it tomorrow." I waved to him, "Bring the gun in your hand."

"What do you want to do?" Niyo asked casually, but he trotted over and handed the gun to me, then bent down and shook his arm vigorously, "It's really hard to hold this thing for a long time, really I feel sorry for those soldiers who carry so much equipment all day long."

"They've been used to it for a long time. This kind of weight is commonplace for them, so you don't need to feel bad about it." As I said, I put the black mouse in my hand and looked it up and down to make sure there was no safety problem. , handed it to Gerald.

Niyo followed my movements and looked at Gerald, dumbfounded, "...Hey, big brother, what are you trying to do?"

"If you are afraid, stand in the corner. Unless the distance is too close, this kind of air gun will never hurt you. At most, it will cause a little pain." I took a look at his quick push away, and suggested with a smile.

"It's not a question of whether I'm afraid or not," Niyo stood in the corner with a serious expression, and advised me earnestly, "It's a question of our personal safety. No matter how much he listens to you, his destructive ability depends on There, what if he gets upset and throws the gun directly at one of us? It's not as simple as being hit by an ordinary person with a gun."

"Didn't you spend some time alone with him before?" I recalled the expression on Gerrard's face when I came back from the association that day, and I still find it funny, "Why didn't he directly Lift up the sofa and throw it on you?"

"I was lucky at that time, but it doesn't mean I'm still lucky now." Niyo glanced at the air gun held by Gerald again with complicated eyes, "...In short, be careful."

I nodded to reassure him, put one hand on the barrel, and met Gerald's eyes, "This is the most common weapon on the battlefield, and it should be the easiest to see. Carrie Miville Said that you once seized weapons from his subordinates to fight against them, you should have also been exposed to this kind? Although you don't know exactly how long it took you to learn it, but now you are more conscious, and you will not be completely dissatisfied. Just remember, do you want to try it?"

As I said, I stretched out my hand and gently stroked the back of his head twice, making him look at the wall opposite him where the target had been regenerated, "That's your target over there, all the moving circular panels. "

Gerald glanced at the opposite wall, then turned his gaze back to the gun in his hand.

I took a few steps back, folded my hands in front of me, and looked at him with a smile on my face.He realized I was leaving and turned to look at me, this time without looking away for a long time.But I'm not in a hurry, I calmly waited for him to digest the information I just brought him.

Niyo was obviously nervous. He rubbed his palms together and kept looking at Gerald and me, but he seemed to be very curious about Gerald's next move, so he refused to stand any longer. Far away, I just huddled in the nearest corner, waiting for Gerald to respond like me.

After a long time, Gerrard slowly turned his gaze back again, raised the barrel of the gun in his hand slightly, and under my surprised eyes, he touched the bottom of the barrel with his left hand and opened it. the safety catch I just closed.

What surprised me even more was that he raised the barrel of the gun without much hesitation or pause, and pulled the trigger against the opposite wall.

It is of course whimsical to want him to fire a well-trained shot and hit the shot - he directly aimed at the opposite target wall and quickly pulled the trigger, almost forcibly hitting the opposite circular target plate in a strafing manner At the same time, those light curtains that were not within the target range were also hit. If these were not training firearms, it is estimated that the opposite wall is already covered with bullet holes in an irregular manner.

Looking at his series of actions, I probably understand the scenes that Jiali Miweier described to me at that time.This guy just used these weapons purely as tools. When he faced Jiali Miweier's army, everyone was his enemy. He didn't want to deliberately hit someone at all, and he didn't care whether he hit someone middle.He probably doesn't know that guns actually have a crosshair. In a sense, to him, using a gun is not much different from using his own fist.

As I analyzed it like this, I couldn't help but chuckled softly.

Hearing my laughter, Gerald turned his head to look at me, still maintaining the movement of raising the gun in his hand, with a rare and clear expression of doubt on his face.

I patted my palm lightly as a sign of encouragement, then took the gun back from his hand, checked that no parts had been directly pinched by him, waved my hand at Niyo, and called him back.

After Niyo walked over, he glanced at the system display and shrugged, "If you rank by hit rate, I'm an elite compared to him."

"But he has definitely dealt with more enemies than you." I said slowly, "It's no wonder that you will lose the wind when he fights with you. He doesn't need to observe any discipline at all, and he doesn't need to care about whether he will accidentally injure someone. People. He has no pressure, and of course he will be stronger than ordinary people."

"That's true." Niyo nodded his head with lingering fear. "His existence probably scares many people even now."

I weighed the gun in my hand, glanced at Gerald who was still staring at me persistently, and said to Niyo: "Let's go, pack up your things first and then go back to the villa, and start to deal with your physical problems tomorrow." Take it easy."