Zombies are self-improvement

In the office, Wen Jing clapped her hands like a head teacher holding a parent-teacher meeting in a kindergarten and said, "Good job!"

This task is not difficult, but what excites her is that with such an example, the general's combat readiness resources can be fully utilized.

But everyone's response was not very enthusiastic, Wen Jing tilted her head, and could only let everyone rest on their own, waiting for the arrival of the next mission.

The plane landed on an unknown island. A chunky foreigner stepped off, followed by two tall bodyguards wearing sunglasses.

Under the leadership of the staff in white robes, he walked through the jungle and walked to the depression in the center of the island - where a glass-structured house stood.

Rather than saying that this is a house, how about an institution, its internal structure is composed of small rooms separated by glass.Looking from the outside, I can only see the flaxen curtains being drawn, like an exquisite villa used by some people to live in seclusion.

The sea breeze blows, how many seagulls are startled away, the helicopter roars, slowly descends, and then stops.

The fuselage door was opened, and two tall foreigners pushed out the booty.

All four zombies were tightly tied up, and they fell on the ground, wanting to thump and bite.

The two men didn't take them seriously, but silently looked at the new faces who had just arrived.

The chunky foreigner passed by without looking directly, leaving a haughty back.

"Hello? Mr. Smith, I think you have to wait for a while." The researcher in a white coat playfully shook his shoulders and continued, "Dr. Min is making a smart corpse."

Contrary to his short and fat body, Smith Johnson is very flexible. This kind of flexibility can be applied in various fields, except communication.

He raised his chin and gave a noncommittal "Yeah" and looked around. He seemed to realize that the researcher hadn't left. Then he said:

"You? Go and do your own thing. I'll take a look."

The researcher's enthusiasm was not equally rewarded, so he nodded boredly, closed the door and left.

Qiao Sen looked around, the transparent glass couldn't hide anything, and he could look through the glass to any corner, of course, except the bathroom...

What was strange was the room beneath his feet.

A ceiling was also paved under the glass under the feet, and the eyes were blocked by it.

There is only one person on this island who has the right to transform this research institute——Min Jin.

And he came here this time because of him.

When Min Jin opened the door, Qiao Sen was sitting on the sofa.

"You? Been to my office?"

Qiao Sen was watching the ongoing zombie experiment below, nodded upon hearing this, and gently shook the goblet with his hand, the fresh liquid slid along the side of the goblet.

Under the glass, the researchers were wearing green surgical gowns. The zombies were fixed on the bed, their hands and feet were bound by shackles, and there was a soft plastic mold on their mouths, so they could only be manipulated by the staff.

There was blood splashed on the light green clothes, and slipped down along the clothes, the color became more pure black.

The zombie has a muffled grunt or two coming out of its soft rubber mouth...

"Dr. Min, he said you are a genius, but why did you make so many mistakes this time?" Qiao Sen squinted his eyes and sniffed the red wine in the glass with enjoyment.

Min Jin has always been favored by the boss, saying that wisdom is the source of all power. As a result, the artificial intelligence corpse that was just created two years ago lost it, not to mention the intelligent corpse that he got.Just as Min Jin was enjoying himself in the spring breeze, he suddenly stumbled, and Qiao Sen couldn't help gloating at his misfortune.

Min Jin listened? He still had an expression of indifference, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "If he knows you? He's so pretentious and pretentious to hurt you? Guess what he will think?"

When the two idioms fell down, Qiao Sen became a little confused.The Chinese culture is extensive and profound, and he has only just glimpsed the door, but it is definitely not good? It is right.

"Boss asked me? Ask? You? How long will it take for the zombie antibody to be developed? And how long is the plan expected to be realized?!"

"What are you yelling about?" Min Jin casually said, playing with a sharp scalpel in his hand, "More..."

He seemed to think for a while, and said, "...it's been a long time."

Qiao Sen said anxiously: "The scope of infection in our country has been out of control, the people..."

Min Jin's expression was flat, and he interrupted: "I'm not interested in these."

"Then you? Do you know that all the supporters of the boss will turn into zombies if this goes on like this, let's finish the game together!"

Qiao Sen frantically looked at Min Jin, trying to find a trace of hesitation and panic on his face, but there was none.

Min Jin said: "This is your decision maker's business. I only know how to do my research."

Qiao Sen grabbed his skirt and said word by word: "You? What a lunatic!"

"Very happy."

Min Jin looked at the door that was slammed shut, walked to the window, and the sea breeze gently blew away his forehead hair.He looked at the scenery of the island, the blue sky, white clouds, green trees and sandy beaches, which made him gradually relax.

The severe pain in the brain also eased.

"elder brother……"

Min Jin felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled by someone, and looked down.

A little boy wearing striped children's clothes and denim overalls was holding his clothes with his fleshy hands. A pair of watery eyes looked over and said wrongedly: "Brother, don't ignore me, I'm very good... "

Min Jin was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly: "No, brother won't ignore you." After speaking, he half squatted on the ground and touched the child's head with his hand.

I'm just afraid that you won't want to talk to brother anymore.

The door was pushed open by someone, and the girl in a white coat held the notebook in one hand and said before entering the door: "Dr. Min, the experiment..."

Min Jin looked at the stunned girl at the door, and then at the place where the little boy was standing.

No one is empty.

He withdrew his hand that was placed in the air, stood up and walked toward the door in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

When the door was closed, I still couldn't help looking over, only to see the sea breeze blowing the flax-colored curtains, taking away a gentle old dream.

Min Jin brought him to the door, slowly regaining his composure, and said, "What's the matter? Question?"

Slowly, the girl spoke out all the problems she encountered.

Min Jin nodded.

The two turned the corner, and the experimental area was within easy reach.

The assistant girl couldn't help but said: "Doctor, you? How long has this been going on? Don't you need to see a doctor?"

Although the institute is located on this uninhabited island, there are other staff members, including doctors, following the researchers on the island.

A moment of silence.

Just because the assistant thought that Min Jin's silence meant that he refused to answer.

But Min Jin said: "It's been a while."

Whenever a normal person gets sick, it will be very painful, wishing to get better sooner?But when he said this, the profile of his face was very soft, as if he was very happy to be sick, and dying of illness is also a happy choice.