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Xie Yubei boldly kissed Liu Jun's lips, but he didn't use any force, just stuck it on for a long, long time.

The breaths of one person and one zombie are slowly intertwined, the smell of gardenia and fresh soap are mixed together, and the warmth at the junction gradually becomes scorching hot.

Zhou Qinghe grasped the armrest of the leather chair tightly with his hands covered with age spots, and a few pieces of black leather were buckled off the dilapidated black chair, revealing the bare white sponge.

Can you take care of the elderly?

But Zhou Qinghe didn't turn his eyes away, blaming Xie Yubei for kissing too piously, without a trace of passion or desire, his back was motionless, like a carved stone statue, he could kiss forever.

However, when Xie Yubei turned his head, the blush on his face made Zhou Qinghe raise his eyebrows.

Hmph, innocent boy, your face turns red just by kissing, it must not turn red on the bed.

The redness on Xie Yubei's face gradually receded, he walked to Zhou Qinghe, and said very seriously: "Doctor, Liu Jun likes strong food, you can add more salt and sugar when cooking, it won't affect the food. His health..."

"He likes to be clean, try to find him a clean room to rest..."

"and also…"

Zhou Qinghe raised his head and listened to Xie Yubei's chanting for more than ten minutes before Xie Yubei stopped talking. He thought for a while and added, "Don't let Liu Jun go out."

Zhou Qinghe shrugged, how could he control Liu Jun?

And Xie Yubei obviously didn't give Zhou Qinghe a chance to refuse: "Doctor, you will find a way."

Zhou Qinghe: "..."

Zhou Qinghe sent Xie Yubei to the door, and asked, "How long will it take? Is it dangerous?"

Xie Yubei lowered his eyes and landed on the muddy ground under his feet: "It won't be long, it's not dangerous."

It's the same as saying nothing, Zhou Qinghe patted Xie Yubei on the shoulder and said, "Be careful in everything."

"Ah."

That night, with the help of other patients, Zhou Qinghe moved the location of the black clinic.

Sure enough, the next day, a white robe who didn't trust Xie Yubei came to find out. After kicking open the door, the inside was empty, except for scratches from moving things on the ground.

Liu Jun woke up the next morning. The smell under his nostrils was obviously different from yesterday, and the smell of various medicines was also mixed with the smell of moist soil.

The entrance is a huge iron roof, stained with rust that cannot be removed, like dry and cracked red soil.

This was the most peaceful sleep Liu Jun had had in a long time. He straightened up and found himself surrounded in a small corner, facing and flanked by the usual blue curtains with slides in hospitals.

The curtains looked old, and there were a few finger-sized holes in them, and the outside scene could be faintly seen.

The current environment is obviously different from last night, Liu Jun sniffed the smell in the air carefully, lowered his red eyes, there is no smell of Xie Yubei here.

The curtain was pulled open suddenly, Liu Jun suddenly raised his head, his eyes were not deeply guarded, this aura also existed yesterday.

"You...you're awake..." Zhou Qinghe held back the fear that surfaced in his heart, and handed the milk and bread on the plate to Liu Jun, his hands shaking more than the first time he dissected a zombie corpse in the laboratory , the milky water surface of the milk on the plate dangled.

Zhou Qinghe didn't look directly at Liu Jun, he lowered his eyes, and wanted to put the plate on the broken wooden table next to Liu Jun, and continued: "I hope you will make it easy, this is a large truck warehouse, there is really no decent room I live for you."

Xie Yubei said lightly, cooking and cleaning the house were too strenuous for a man in his seventies.

Holding the plate with a pair of pale hands, Zhou Qinghe suddenly raised his head and bumped into Liu Jun's scarlet eyes, those eyes were too terrifying and beautiful, he forgot to let go of the plate for a moment.

It wasn't until Liu Jun raised his elegant eyebrows that Zhou Qinghe came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, did not turn around, but kept walking backwards: "You eat, you eat."

Liu Jun looked at the fist-sized bread on the plate, raised eyebrows, this little food was only enough for him to eat, but Liu Jun still swallowed the tasteless bread bit by bit with the milk.

He touched the hat and sunglasses next to the pillow, and there was a note left by Xie Yubei next to it, with two words written squarely on it: "Wait for me."

The following are densely packed with various precautions, such as not to run around, the gold nuggets have been replenished, the whereabouts of the owner of the earrings have been found out, and...

After writing five sheets of paper, Liu Jun read them word for word. It was the first time someone wrote so many messy things for Liu Jun. There were so many things that Liu Jun suspected that Xie Yubei had become his nanny.

Until Liu Jun got out of bed wearing sunglasses and saw Zhou Qinghe struggling to read with his eyes squinted. The thick stack of papers was roughly twenty pages long. Liu Jun saw the content and content on the paper from a distance. That eye-catching title: Based on a study on how to make Liu Jun live comfortably after cohabitation.

Liu Jun: "..."

Zhou Qinghe held the paper far away and muttered to himself: "Is it so troublesome to raise zombies? Is it the same as writing a thesis?"

Liu Jun didn't make a sound, just stood behind Zhou Qinghe, and followed Zhou Qinghe to read page after page.

There are 23 pages in total, all written by Xie Yubei word by word. Liu Jun has self-doubt, is it difficult for him to take care of?Does he have so many eccentricities?Did he make Xie Yubei so troublesome?

After Zhou Qinghe finished reading the last line, he twisted his sore neck left and right, and suddenly froze, half of his face twitched. He seemed to see that zombie named Liu Jun standing behind him, frowning, and the one closest to him A pair of surgical scissors is in the upper right corner of the table.

Only Liu Jun behind him said leisurely: "Is it difficult to take care of me?"

Zhou Qinghe glanced at the empty garage, the cold enveloped him all of a sudden, Xie Yubei didn't tell him that this zombie can speak, and speaks so fluently, just like...like a human being...

An indescribable excitement replaced Zhou Qinghe's inner fear, and he turned around slowly, his clear eyes filled with the desire to explore: "Can I see your brain?"

Liu Jun: "..."

Zhou Qinghe brought the chair to Liu Jun's side, raised his head and asked again: "Is it okay?"

Since Xie Yubei was able to capture the zombies, Zhou Qinghe has been experimenting with zombie corpses, trying to develop a virus vaccine or antidote based on his knowledge and the medical equipment collected by Xie Yubei.

These years, it can't be said that there is no result, but it has little effect. What he has researched can only slow down the spread of zombie viruses, not kill them.

And the living zombie brought back by Xie Yubei is simply the latest research experiment so far. Not only is it fresh and highly evolved, but more importantly, it has reason, which means that he can communicate and even let Zhou Qinghe get the latest Zombie intelligence.

Naturally, Zhou Qinghe would not be satisfied with just taking a tube of blood from Liu Jun's body. He wanted to study Liu Jun's brain, how zombies could open their minds like humans.

Liu Jun looked down at the man in front of him with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "I refuse."

"Don't do that, I'll just show you, just to satisfy the old man's wish."

Liu Jun: "I refuse."

Afterwards, Zhou Qinghe kept pestering Liu Jun, whispering in Liu Jun's ear, looking at his mind and mind, just like a monk chanting sutras until the veins on Liu Jun's forehead popped out.

It wasn't until a guest came to this huge iron warehouse that Zhou Qinghe shook his head and went to see a doctor.

Liu Jun, who had a chance to breathe, looked at the warehouse carefully. The warehouse was very large and tall, like a factory that produced trucks before, and there were many large colorful and faded truck boxes piled up in the warehouse.

There is also an old medical equipment. Liu Jun has seen them in books and has some himself.

The number of patients gradually increased, and the sound of coughing, sneezing and choking echoed in the warehouse, and every sound could shake off a layer of iron sheet in the warehouse.

Liu Jun became a little more obedient this time, he found a corner, hid his aura, and didn't run around, he believed in Xie Yubei, and Xie Yubei was working hard to lead him to find Liu Lan step by step.

Based on Liu Jun's current understanding of the fortress, Liu Jun has done everything he can, and can only wait for the clues from Xie Yubei, and hope that everything goes well for him.

But compared to the matter of Liu Lan, the matter of Lu Jiuheng's death has not made any progress. Liu Jun is playing with that shiny shard in his hand. Where did this thing come from?

"Are you here to see a doctor too?" A man with a simple crutch moved to Liu Jun's side. His left half of his face was covered with a white bandage. A newly bought newspaper, dangling under the trousers on his left leg, was empty.

Liu Jun shook his head and denied the man's words.

The man in the bandage blinked his right eye which wasn't covered by the bandage, his eyes were as blood red as Liu Jun's, with deep red blood streaks in them.

"Doctor Zhou's new apprentice?" The man in the bandage glanced at Zhou Qinghe, who was dizzy and busy in the distance. Zhou Qinghe trained many young people. Like Zhou Qinghe, they opened black clinics in private, making a living for themselves and others. .

Liu Jun didn't nod or shake his head. He needed a new identity in the fortress. High-level zombies were obviously not suitable for him. Perhaps it would be good to get back to his old job.

"Follow me." Liu Jun took the lead to leave the corner, and the man in the bandage had a strange look on his face. Could it really be Dr. Zhou's new apprentice?Didn't Dr. Zhou say no?

Liu Jun took the bandage off the man's head, raised his eyebrows, half of his face looked like a tomato that had been trampled, the skin was not skin, the flesh was not meat, it was a mess.

"It's scary, isn't it?" The man in the bandage tried to look more optimistic, "Who would have thought that I would become like this."

A while ago, he participated in the defense of the slum area and defended the slum area from the zombies. He thought he would die at the hands of the zombies this time, but he didn't expect to be affected by his own artillery fire.

Those bullets and shells were randomly thrown on the battlefield, like children playing marbles for the first time, playing chaotically.

He didn't know how long the roar in his ears and the pain in his body lasted. When he woke up again, he only saw an elegant woman with a cold face and her cold voice: "Don't be afraid."

And now the man who removed the bandages for himself looks very similar to that woman even from a distance, and he can't help feeling fond of him, wanting to approach him, wanting to talk to him.

Liu Jun didn't respond to the man's slightly eager gaze, nor interrupted the man's chattering mouth, he removed the carrion bit by bit, then sprinkled the bleeding powder, and wrapped the man's head with a bandage neatly again .

The newly printed newspaper was placed beside the bed by the man in bandages. Liu Jun didn't intend to read it, but he was attracted by the eye-catching headline: Last night, dozens of dignitaries disappeared due to a fire, natural disaster or man-made?

Liu Jun frowned, what happened after he and Xie Yubei left?

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