Fast-wearing Inner Demon

With a book in her arm, Wu Qingshuo pushed open the door to the basement, and smiled at the zombie yelling at him: "Do you miss me?"

"I have good news for you. The clinic is closed for two days, so I can be with you for these two days. Are you happy?" Walking to the wicker chair placed at a safe distance, Wu Qingshuo opened the With Andersen's fairy tale in his hand, he cleared his throat: "Then I will continue to read to you. Today, today, let's read the story of Snow White together!"

"Once upon a time, there was the worst guy in the world called the devil. He made a mirror that turned black and white upside down. It was obviously a beautiful thing, but when he took a picture in front of this mirror, it turned into the ugliest thing. The devil took the mirror Take pictures of people everywhere, so the robber became a hero, the ugly girl became a beauty, the tortoise became a king, the kindness became a crime, and the whole world was distorted."

"The devil is very proud, and wants to take the mirror to the sky..." Wu Qingshuo rested her chin on one hand, tilted her head to look at the zombie who was slamming left and right and rattled the iron chain, and sighed to him: "You also think this Is a mirror magical? I want it too."

"Spring is here, and Gerda and Jiayi came home. They held hands and sat together on the small bridge, feeling very happy." Wu Qingshuo closed the book and complained to the zombies: "I don't like this ending. .”

The zombies couldn't pounce on him no matter what, they chose to give up, did not respond to his complaints, and just lay down on the ground to search for crystal nuclei.

Wu Qingshuo looked at him quietly for a while, then began to undress: "Baby, are you hungry again? I'll cook for you."

There was another set of kitchen equipment in the basement. Wu Qingshuo washed his hands, took out a scalpel and a plate, and felt on his body, but he didn't find a little bit more fat.

After more than five years of raising, almost the flesh that could be cut off from his body has been repeatedly cut countless times. The healing ability can smooth the wound, but there is no way to quickly fill up the cut flesh. Bit by bit, all the small meat residues that could be squeezed out were peeled off.

The young man who was cutting himself was humming with a smile: "Look at the gray sky slowly tilting behind me, I have no end, maybe it's the feeling of loving the journey, freedom is obvious, why is happiness so vague..."

His singing is the same as the feeling given by his people, low and soft, echoing in the cold basement, there is an inexplicable romance, matching the real scene, but it is terrifying.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, the zombie started to go mad again, and slowly calmed down. He stood at the edge closest to the lunatic, with blood-red and lifeless eyes, staring at the man covered in blood. Every movement, as if thinking.

"Barely counted. It seems that I have to work hard to eat more meat, or I won't be able to support you!" Wu Qingshuo picked up the plate filled with small pieces of human flesh, and squatted down , pushed the plate over to him, and then he looked at the zombie who was still standing upright quietly looking at him, and asked him suspiciously: "Si Li, why don't you eat?"

The zombie still didn't move. He turned his head to look at the plate pushed behind him for a while, and then looked at the man squatting on the ground in front of him with bloody wounds all over his body. Painfully growling, but out of tune.

Wu Qingshuo squatted a little dizzy, and sat on the ground with his buttocks. The flesh on his buttocks had already been shaved clean. He fell down and sat down. There was a bang, the crisp sound of bones hitting the cement surface, without any buffer. , unexpectedly made his face look pained.

"Si Li!" Wu Qingshuo raised his pale face, and said coldly to the zombie who was rushing towards him again as if wanting to come over to pick him up: "Did you remember something? Are you going to recover? Restart Become a person who can think? I don't like you very much!"

"Why did you evolve so quickly?" Wu Qingshuo said, "You really disappoint me!"

As if the zombie understood what he said, it stretched out its hand to catch him, bared its teeth and growled at him.

Wu Qingshuo didn't speak any more, he lowered his head as if thinking about it, and when he raised his head again, he smiled softly again.

In the basement, the confrontation between the irrational zombie and the gentle and smiling man lasted for a while. After all, the zombie's struggle could not resist his instinct. He staggered towards the white plate, lay down on the ground, opened his mouth, and started to gobble it up.

Wu Qingshuo was happy again when he saw the bloody zombie. He clapped his hands and said that he was good. He stood up and wrapped his dense wound with gauze, and sat back on the wicker chair, just like the zombie, and started to eat. eat his lunch.

His lunch was a plate of vegetable salad. Obviously, what this man just said about eating more long meat was all casual.

After the zombie licked all the blood and flesh, it began to struggle and growl at Wu Qingshuo.

"Do you want to wash your face?" Wu Qingshuo swallowed the salad in her mouth, and said to the roaring zombie, "Wait, I'll help you after I finish eating."

Only a little bit of healing power was restored, hitting the zombie's brain, and making him quiet down and fall asleep again.

Wu Qingshuo fetched water, rinsed his teeth first, then wiped his face, and finally changed his clothes. He took off the white shirt and jeans from the zombie, changed him into a military uniform, and put a hat on him. He looked at the zombie who had been groomed to be handsome and tough, and looked like any normal person at a glance. He smiled and pouted and kissed his forehead, saying, "Sure enough, you are the most handsome like this."

The zombie suddenly opened its red eyes, and bit his neck with one bite, blood gushing into his mouth soon.

Wu Qingshuo didn't struggle, in fact he couldn't struggle either, he had just exhausted the healing ability that could restrain this zombie, and he just couldn't break apart the dark, decayed but full of huge monsters. The power of the zombie grabs his hand.

"If I die, no one will come to feed you again." Wu Qingshuo kept a motionless posture, letting his neck be bitten by zombies, and his blood licked, and said softly: "Then we can die together it, right?"

The zombie shook its head, and the intensity of sucking on the young man's neck decreased, as if trying to shake his words out of his head. Someone was singing softly in the drowsiness, watching the gray sky tilt behind him, the voice was so sad.

As he shook his head, images flowed in his stagnant brain, small bridges and flowing water, green trees and yellow flowers milk dogs, who child is he running hand in hand with?And who hugged his waist tightly from behind, and sought shelter from behind him in horror. When he looked back, that person pushed him into the crowd of monsters, causing him to be swallowed and drowned by monsters?

The zombie spat out the meat in its mouth, hugged its head and shrank to the mattress in the corner, screaming in pain.

Wu Qingshuo covered her neck, slowly moved to sit outside the safety line, looked at the zombie that looked more and more like a person, and sighed softly: "It seems that I really can't afford you anymore, Si Li."

After saying this, Wu Qingshuo got up, turned around and left, and firmly closed the heavy iron door in the basement.

He went down to the basement again, it was the night of the second day, still holding a plate of skins in his hand, and said to the zombie, "Si Li is serving dinner."

The zombie sat on the mattress without roaring. He raised his head and glanced at him. It was so quiet that the blood in his pupils seemed to fade a little.

Wu Qingshuo didn't seem to notice anything unusual, she still squatted down outside the safety line, pushed the plate in, and waited for him to start.

The zombie didn't move all the time, Wu Qingshuo's feet were sore from squatting, the zombie still didn't move, just looked at him stiffly with the pair of pale pink pupils, he could see his own reflection in those pupils, Smiling, a gentle reflection.

"Are you really unwilling to eat this last meal?" Wu Qingshuo said with a smile, "Si Li, I really, love you."

Bai Guang pounced on the zombie's head, and the zombie turned around abruptly to avoid it, but Wu Qingshuo's second supernatural attack hit him right where he was dodging, and with a low growl unwillingly, he still passed out.

Wu Qingshuo picked up the zombie Si Li, took him out of the basement, put him in the trunk of the car, and drove to the gate of the city.

The entry and exit of the base are checked. The person guarding the gate has been treated by Wu Qingshuo, and he greeted him with a smile: "Where is Doctor Wu going so late? Is there a temporary mission? Why didn't you see the boss with you?"

"Go to a place where there are poems and the sea." Wu Qingshuo, who was sitting in the cab, joked with him.

The goalkeeper was stunned. It turned out that Doctor Witch still had such a time. He was an old wounded person. He had been to Doctor Witch's clinic several times. He always thought that this person only had a gentle side. Yes, carry it?Anyway, it doesn't seem like he would make such a joke, just like the rough people like them.

"The witch doctor should come back early after he's been there, it's very chaotic outside, it's not safe! You've been going for a long time, the boss must be worried." The gatekeeper said indiscriminately, and let him pass without checking, anyway, he was an acquaintance Well, Dr. Wu is not a lunatic who uses people for experiments in the research center, so he wouldn't sneak away with some illegal drugs, right?Where can he get contraband?

Wu Qingshuo poked her head out of the car window and said to him with a smile: "Thank you, I've been in trouble all this time."

"No trouble, no trouble! It's all my business, so I just want to tell Dr. Wu...thank you." The goalkeeper chased the car and trotted out of the city gate a few steps, rubbing his head and feeling very inexplicable, Dr. Witch What troubled him?Why should I say thank you to him?Are educated cultural people like this?Say thank you no matter what trouble?

However, the mood inexplicably became better!Sure enough, it's no wonder that those people holding TVs are always likable!

Wu Qingshuo drove the car out of the base and didn't go very far, because the zombies are highly active at night, the sound of the motor and the lights on the road at night are just like a mosquito sucker, which can suck the zombies like mosquitoes Lead over and jump in.

He parked the car beside the city wall not far from the base, took the zombie Si Li out of the trunk and put it on the ground, then sat in the cab and smoked. And stare inside before starting the engine and walking away.

"Woo... Wu." The zombie used its two legs in vain, chasing the rear of the car and chasing its owner, making a vague syllable.