I made a fortune from plastic surgery

This was the third time Liu Jun took Xie Yubei out on his own initiative, and every time he went out there must be a reason.

Xie Yubei and Liu Jun were walking in the night, and he could feel that Liu Jun who was walking in front was not in a good mood.

He hadn't spoken to comfort anyone for a long time, and after a long time of deliberation, when he was about to speak, Liu Jun spoke first.

"We have arrived."

A dilapidated hotel among high-rise buildings. The sign above the hotel has long been eroded by wind and rain and is incomplete. Only an official character missing a radical can be vaguely seen.

"What are we doing here?"

Liu Jun glanced at the narrow entrance of the hotel, and answered Xie Yubei's question: "Look for my assistant."

"You find a place to hide, if something comes out of the door or window, catch it." Liu Jun said this without any emotion, looking into the darkness with scorching eyes, and added: "You should be very good at making This kind of thing."

Xie Yubei hooked his lips and nodded, he felt that since the day Liu Jun rescued him, he had stripped away all his details, otherwise how could Liu Jun let Xie Yubei stay by his side with Liu Jun's character.

While exploring the nest, Xie Yubei walked into a warehouse unintentionally, and the contents inside made Xie Yubei feel sour after a long absence, like biting a green lemon with the skin on, sour and sour.

Compared with the warehouse where Liu Jun hoarded food and other supplies, this warehouse reveals a little weirdness.

The mannequins that were originally placed in the beautiful window were placed in five rows in the warehouse, and the bright lights hit the mannequins, and they were uniformly placed in one pose, like a group of people of all kinds standing in a military posture.

While walking among the models, Xie Yubei found something of himself on the last model.

The combat uniforms issued by the expedition team and some trivial items such as certificates and weapons have the date marked under the model, which is the date when Xie Yubei was rescued by Liu Jun.

[Sample on January 20, 01XX: Thirteen (survival)]

After seeing his dagger, Xie Yubei felt a little rippling in his heart, the old buddy who had been with him for a long time was lying here quietly.

In addition to Xie Yubei's things, there are a dozen other clothes and trivial objects of different styles in the warehouse.

In the No.13 sample before the No.12 sample, a pink and tender dress fell on the model, with silver glitter on the dress, and the note below the model clearly read: Qiao Ying, not a sample Thirteen.

Xie Yubei patted his old buddy and muttered to it, "Why?"

He then flipped through his blood-stained ID photo. His clothes had obviously been washed, and small items such as ID photos were sealed in plastic bags and placed neatly, as if for people to see.

Xie Yubei touched his old buddy again: "Wait for me here."

Will take you sooner or later, my old chap.

"So, you know my identity, right?" Xie Yubei looked at Liu Jun's back and asked indifferently.

Liu Jun turned around and looked straight at Xie Yubei: "Yes, I knew your identity the moment you came out of the sack."

The smile on the corner of Xie Yubei's mouth froze slightly, what sack?Why doesn't he know?

Liu Jun stopped at the point: "Do your job well."

After speaking, he walked quickly into the narrow door, as if he had great confidence in Xie Yubei's strength.

This hotel has been abandoned for an unknown number of years, and the tiny moving sounds of reptiles are particularly permeating at night. With the faint moonlight, Liu Jun looked down at the traces of heavy objects dragging on the ground, and thick dust had accumulated on both sides of the traces. .

Liu Jun frowned and stepped on the dust, looking for traces and walking to the corner of the stairs, the sweet aroma suddenly became stronger, forcing Liu Jun to cover his mouth and nose.

He slowed down, moving bit by bit in the darkness, his slightly narrowed eyes held back the red light at the bottom of them.

The fragrance in the air is so fragrant, as if soaking people in sweet juice, the nasal cavity, ears and eyes are filled with juice, making people suffocate.

There was still no light on the second floor, and the moonlight splashed on the ground, as if it had cast a veil on the dust.

In the sweet aroma, Liu Jun keenly smelled an unspeakable stench, which was the pus that flowed out from the carrion after the zombie was injured.

Looking for the faint smell, Liu Jun sneaked cautiously in the corridor like a white cat smelling fish.

The structure of the hotel is very simple, there is only one row of rooms, opposite the room is the iron window without glass, the glass that has fallen from the iron window is like transparent candy sprinkled on the ground, gentle and murderous.

There are obvious traces of dragging at the door of each room, and the faint stench is still deep in the corridor.

Liu Jun glanced out of the window from the corner of his eye, trying to find Xie Yubei's existence.

Xie Yubei walked into the moonlight from the darkness, put his hands in his pockets, received Liu Jun's gaze, stretched out his hand a little stiffly, waved at Liu Jun, and smiled brighter than the moon above his head.

The corners of Liu Jun's mouth were slightly pursed, trying to smile or not, to shake off the irritability that rose slightly in his heart, and he stopped talking to Xie Yubei downstairs.

Xie Yubei put away his smile very satisfied, the fact that Liu Jun still remembered him made him secretly happy, and happily hid in the darkness again.

As Liu Jun went deeper step by step, the stench became heavier and heavier, and together with the smell, there was an inexplicable fragrance, like a flower bud blooming in a foul-smelling swamp, seductive and annoying at the same time.

Liu Jun finally stopped in front of a mahogany door. The house number hung crookedly on the wall, half moonlight stood on the house number, and it was written in black and gold: 223.

Liu Jun stretched out a finger, and nudged the red door with disgust.

The moonlight dispelled the darkness in the room and sprinkled on the bed facing the door, some flowers were swaying gracefully, as if greeting Liu Jun.

Liu Jun opened his eyes slightly, thinking that he had seen too many tragedies in the apocalypse, and there would be no ripples in his heart.

And the pure white flower buds blooming on the body right now made Liu Jun's heartbeat suddenly intensify, the flower buds covered the body tightly, Liu Jun caught a glimpse of the curly black hair falling on the side of the bed and the neatly folded nurse's suit beside him.

The body on the bed was Liu Jun's nurse who had been missing for three days.

Those flowers greedily absorb the nutrients of the body, scrambling to sway their graceful figure from the pores of the skin, and shamelessly wrap their roots into the bones of the body, caressing their host.

The mouth, nostrils, ear holes and even the eye sockets are fully extended with plant stems, and cool flowers bloom on its body.

In the dark, Liu Jun's eyesight was sharper, and he caught the source of the stench at a glance.

A cut was made at the wrist of the body, the bruised skin and flesh were turned outward, and the stinky blood dripped to the ground. The flowers seemed to smell the smell of blood and slowly swayed the body towards the wound.

Nausea.

For the first time, Liu Jun regretted that he didn't bring a scalpel or any other sharp weapon. He thought that he could solve this problem with his fists alone, but he didn't think too much.

At least let him take the nurse back.

Keeping this thought, Liu Jun slowly approached the body on the bed.

Suddenly, the zombie on the bed seemed to be aware of Liu Jun's existence, and struggled to move his body, but unfortunately he only moved his fingers once with all his strength.

The flower growing in its mouth swayed, as if to convey some message to Liu Jun, Liu Jun bent down and got close to the body on the bed.

The body roared: "Quick... run away... Its target is Dr. Liu..."

Liu Jun raised his eyes and saw Rongjing shrunk in the dark corner at a glance.

Rongjing grinned from the corner of his mouth to the ears, his yellow teeth were fully exposed. He squatted on the ground, holding a white flower in his hand, staring at Liu Jun for a moment, smiling foolishly, with a low growl rolling in his throat.

"Doctor Liu, are these flowers beautiful?"

"It's beautiful, isn't it? The corpses bred by rotting bacteria are natural potted plants, and the flowers that bloom are naturally one of the most beautiful."

"The fragrances extracted from these fine flowers are of course also of the highest quality."

"I gave Dr. Liu's perfume, does Dr. Liu like it?"

The moonlight shone on Liu Jun's cold face, making his tense face stained with coldness.

Liu Jun supported the side of the bed and stood up, taking a step back uncontrollably, his elegant eyebrows frowned slightly.

Like a rusty machine, his body became slow and heavy, and even his breathing began to be chaotic and uncontrollable.

"Can you shut up?" Liu Jun supported the small cabinet behind him, his vision became blurred, as if smoke had entered his eyes.

"The flowers I cultivate are very fragrant, right?" Rongjing didn't care about Liu Jun's words, it stood up carelessly, and slowly approached Liu Jun amidst the fragrance of flowers.

In order to capture Liu Jun, it deliberately made the flowers in all the rooms bloom in the past few days. This kind of flower, which it has painstakingly cultivated for three years, is fatally attractive to zombies. The fragrance of flowers bewilders.

Rongjing changed from his previous obedience, and the eyeballs in his eyes rolled around: "I... I have never used high-level zombies to grow flowers. The perfume I made... will definitely be more seductive."

It plucked the white flower in its hand with its backhand, crushed it in the palm of its hand, and caressed Liu Jun's face with its juicy hand, with envious eyes.

"If I can grow up to look like Dr. Liu, I will be satisfied."

"The only pity is that Doctor Liu can't laugh." Rongjing stretched out two index fingers in a vicious way, and lifted the corners of Liu Jun's mouth, his hands trembled in fright at the red light in Liu Jun's eyes.

"Don't...don't look at me like that." Rong Jing shrank his neck, as if he was full of fear towards Liu Jun.

Then he looked at Liu Jun's expression carefully, pinched Liu Jun's chin, and the feeling was smoother than the petals of a flower he cultivated carefully.

Staring at Liu Jun's eyes that wanted to kill someone, Rong Jing became more and more addicted to touching, until the skin under his hands turned slightly red, Rong Jing stopped his hands.

It got close to Liu Jun's body and kicked off the flower-filled body on the bed. The body made a hollow sound when it hit the floor. divide each other.

Liu Jun's unfocused eyes looked at the sky, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

I only heard Rongjing's slightly crazy voice coming from my ear: "What color of flowers does Dr. Liu like? Blue? Pink? Yellow or the red that suits Dr. Liu best?"

Liu Jun's throat was brewing for a long time, and he uttered a word weakly: "Get lost."

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Stick it hard~