Apocalyptic disguise

It had been three days since the last time I entered the city.During these three days, everyone huddled in this strange spherical research institute and enjoyed a good time of leisure, except for one person——the crazy researcher, Cézanne.

Cézanne began to verify the above content from the second day when Zhang Ziyao gave him the information, and successfully placed the full version of the zombie experiment subject in a specific environment, causing it to exhaust itself and fall to the ground to die after 34 hours, confirming The records on the data are indeed effective.

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"That is to say, the Federation has found a way to eliminate the zombies, but because the situation in the city is out of control, so they plan to move to a new location?" Xu Qingxiao rubbed his chin and looked at the man who was standing on the console with a stack of papers asked Cézanne.

"It can be said that," Cézanne nodded, "but as far as I know, the current federal government cannot afford large-scale environmental improvement projects, and a temporary retreat is indeed necessary."

"But since this is the case, the Federation has no reason to abandon the people!" Yu Tian said.

"Indeed." Cezanne nodded again.The rest of the people also fell into deep thought.

Tang Ce leaned half of his body on the edge of the operating table, and impatiently knocked on the metal table, making a "bang bang" sound. "I said, did you make a mistake? We are not gathering for this meeting to discuss what the Federation is doing, but to set our action plan for tomorrow."

"You're right." Xu Qingxiao was sure, but then asked hesitantly: "But isn't it a bit rushed to start tomorrow?"

"I also think it's too fast, why can't we stay a little longer, or just stay here?" Hu Xue said.

Tang Ce sneered, and his eyes swept over her coolly, "If you stay here for one more day, the possibility of death will be even higher. This is the end of the world, don't get used to living a comfortable life, and then forget about your gun how to use."

"Don't make sarcastic remarks here!" Meng Jiao frowned and took a step sideways, blocking Hu Xue who was a little dazed by Tang Ce's glance, and then turned to her and said, "Hu Xue, don't listen to him. "

Tang Ce hooked his lips and ignored him.On the other hand, Xu Qingxiao patted Meng Jiao on the shoulder to let him relax, and then said to everyone: "I think what he said is right, we can't stay here forever. The environment here is not suitable for us Long-term life, not to mention possible accidents. In this case, it is better to leave here before we completely lose the ability to adapt to the outside world, and find a space suitable for our life."

Xu Qingxiao's words were undoubtedly more convincing than Tang Ce's, and the reasons were very good, which made Meng Jiao and Hu Xue silent for a while.

"That's it, let's go tomorrow." Zhang Ziyao glanced around and saw that everyone had no opinion, so he came to a conclusion.

His eyes paused for a moment on Xu Lin's dark face in the corner, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and then he moved away.He nodded to Cezanne who was still standing on the console, and said, "Let's go."

Cézanne's eyes that had been dull all the time burst into brilliance for a moment, pinched the recording pen in his trouser pocket, and walked towards the freezer with big strides.Zhang Ziyao followed closely behind.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do, the rest of the people also dispersed to prepare for tomorrow's trip.

Tang Ce pulled Yang Pei, who was about to go back to his room, aside, embraced him with both arms, and asked without bothering to raise his eyelids, "Tell me, what the hell are Zhang Ziyao and that scientific lunatic doing these two days? Don't tell me they are researching I don't believe in that kind of zombie experiment."

Yang Pei looked up at him, and said angrily, "What's none of your business?"

"Need I remind you, Ziyao and I are lovers now." Tang Ce squinted and smiled.

"Oh." Yang Pei responded, with a slightly distorted smile on his face, "Then why do you 'lover' come to ask me now?"

"I will discuss this issue with Zi Yao alone. But now, if I ask you, will you say it or not?"

The smile on Yang Pei's face faded quickly, and his dark eyes looked straight at Tang Ce's face, "I can't discuss Brother Zhang's affairs. If you want to know, you might as well ask him directly." Pei turned around to leave, but suddenly paused, looked sideways at Tang Ce, and left a word.

"I'm just someone who looks up to him, and I won't interfere in Brother Zhang's choice, but in my opinion, you are not worthy to stand by Brother Zhang's side."

After speaking, Yang Pei went straight back to the room.He had spent enough time in the research institute these days, only to feel that his existence was becoming more and more worthless.He would feel at ease only if he could help Zhang Ziyao open a path through killing outside.

Tang Ce, who was left behind, stood there with a sullen face for a while, and then chuckled, "I, Tang Ce, won't be judged by others!"

Meanwhile, the freezer...

Zhang Ziyao looked at Cezanne who was holding a handful of broken blood in front of him and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, and turned his face helplessly.

"Don't you want to eat?" Cezanne looked at him suspiciously, then took back his cold hand, put it to his mouth and licked it.The tongue was blocked by the extremely cold ice, and a bloody smell permeated the warm mouth.

"There is no difference in the taste. Personally, the ice is better than the liquid. So, is it a psychological effect? ​​Or is it because the smell of frozen blood is not recognized by your olfactory nerves, so there is no desire to eat? Cezanne opened Zhang Ziyao's mouth with his other hand and took a look, then put the ice slag in his hand under his nose and shook it.

Zhang Ziyao grabbed his pale hand—the cold touch was no different from his own—and turned his head to lick away a little melted blood that flowed down his palm.

"This is still a bit disgusting. I'd rather bite off your wrist." Zhang Ziyao said after letting him go.

"Is it because of the temperature?" Cezanne didn't feel threatened at all by Zhang Ziyao's words. Instead, he nodded in satisfaction at his cooperation, and then looked at him with piercing eyes.

Zhang Ziyao shook his head, then nodded again, "I don't feel much about ice cubes. If I can smell it, the physical resistance will be much smaller, but the psychological influence is still there."

Cézanne nodded and said, "Although I don't know what to resist, but maybe you should try another method." Then, Cezanne opened the door of the freezer and went out.

Zhang Ziyao stayed here alone, and when he looked down, he saw that the dead zombie experiment was casually thrown by Cezanne on the ground not far away, and now the surface was covered with a layer of frost.The other two corpses might still be useful. Although they had been disembowelled, they were neatly placed on a layer of short ice bricks.

The chest cavity of the two corpses was wide open, and the flesh color inside was dark red, but because of the frost, it looked pink.There were many transparent boxes placed on both sides of the corpse, each of which had a label, but only some of them were written with some messy letters that Zhang Ziyao didn't recognize, while others were blank.

Zhang Ziyao picked up a box casually, which contained a piece of yellow substance that looked like leather.Turned around and found that the label said "HSD".

"Kaka——" the door opened, and Zhang Ziyao put the box back in place.He saw Cézanne holding a very clean white plate with a small piece of pink meat steaming inside.There are also two dark purple cherries on the edge that look like they were fished out of a can.

Zhang Ziyao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Bad taste?"

"No." Cezanne said seriously, "This is two mature beef."

Zhang Ziyao pursed his lips, he was not a fool, he was just cheated like this.Cézanne didn't leave the gate, even if there were cows nearby, it was impossible for him to get them.

However, it looks like it is really delicious...

Cezanne handed the knife and fork to Zhang Ziyao, holding the plate in one hand and a cup in the other, and poured half of the bright red liquid on the meat at once.

Zhang Ziyao, who was about to strike the knife: "..."

Upon receiving Zhang Ziyao's silent gaze, Cezanne said without changing his face, "ketchup."

Zhang Ziyao paused for a moment, and saw Cézanne pick up a bloody cherry with his mouth without hesitation, chewed it and swallowed it.Then he looked at Zhang Ziyao and said, "You eat."

In the end, Zhang Ziyao didn't say anything, he just swallowed the food that had changed in form into his stomach.

"Ahem..." Zhang Ziyao wiped the blood from his lips, watched Cézanne run to the corpse, and brought over a transparent box, which contained a small flake of pink muscle.

"This is what I ate just now." Zhang Ziyao asked lightly, but his tone didn't fluctuate at all.

Cézanne was not sure about his reaction, so he just nodded and said, "The upper arm muscles. Looks like, are you okay?"

Zhang Ziyao shook his head, this extreme incongruity in psychology and taste made him feel absurd.But Cézanne couldn't understand it at all. If he himself became a heterogeneous existence like Zhang Ziyao, he would be ecstatic to study his various habits and changes, and finally dissect himself.

"Actually, I don't think you need to restrain yourself at all." Cezanne said suddenly, "I think your disgust comes from your distaste for food, not self-denial. For example, when you took food from Yang Pei, Desire is greater than restraint, and the only source of that restraint is not disgust, but guilt."

"Like your current aversion, I think it's more likely that the image of a dead body disgusts you than an insurmountable racial barrier."

"What do you mean?"

Yang Can's face and the last bloody scene flashed across Zhang Ziyao's mind, and then he suddenly understood what Cezanne meant.

"I mean——" Cezanne put the things in his hand aside, grabbed Zhang Ziyao's shoulders with both hands and leaned forward, his head tilted to one side, revealing the blue arteries on his pale neck.

"Want to eat?"

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========= Small Theater (I am a good boy who does not lie about word count) ================

Cezanne handed the knife and fork to Zhang Ziyao, holding the plate in one hand and a cup in the other, and poured half of the bright red liquid on the meat at once.

Zhang Ziyao, who was about to strike the knife: "..."

Upon receiving Zhang Ziyao's silent gaze, Cezanne said without changing his face, "ketchup."

Zhang Ziyao held the knife and fork firmly, resisting the urge to complain.

Calm down, calm down, my personality is not like this, I am cold and handsome. . .Fuck, your ketchup is so rare! 【fall!Dare to lie a little more? !

Zhang Yaoyao, who couldn't lie to himself at all, covered his face, unable to eat at all.Sesai, do you dare to be smarter in deceiving. .