[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Rose parked the helicopter in a field near the factory.

She packed her luggage, still thinking about it.For God's sake, she didn't want it at all, but she couldn't help herself, the goddamn end was making her fret.

"Do you need something to drink?"

Mycroft asked hesitantly, "You haven't eaten since this morning, don't you feel anything special?"

In fact, he was very careful with his words, because he didn't know if he would be beaten up because of any unappealing words. Olos never knew how to write the word "be merciful" when beating someone.

"Damn, I'm not hungry at all, I'm just sick."

McCoff said irrefutably: "I think your physical needs may not allow you to have the so-called disgusting feeling."

He made a funny face, but it wasn't funny at all.

Orlos was sick of him pointing out the scars of not being a pure human, and acting like I told a very funny joke, he thought he could amuse someone.

"Damn, for god's sake, can we stop talking about this?"

"Maybe this goddamn doomsday, goddamn virus changed my physique so that I wouldn't be as hungry as a monster."

"After all, Sherlock has turned into a cat. Isn't it normal for me to change? At least I haven't turned into a damn bat or something. Thinking about sleeping with animals, you should feel sick."

Mycroft noticed that something was wrong with Olos's mood, and quickly smiled flatteringly. Which Olos said more and more, and couldn't help warning in a low voice: "Olos! Pay attention to your demeanor!"

However, it was useless, Oulos was not afraid of him, and even gave him a vicious look: "For God's sake, how many umbrellas like this do you have?"

Oulos snatched the little black umbrella from Mycroft's hand and roared angrily, she seemed to be able to make use of anything.

"One hundred and seven."

Olos seemed to have calmed down, she took a deep breath and said, "Have you seen the black mirror? Dear Mr. Politician?"

Mycroft didn't know what tricks Olos was playing again.

"In order to save the princess, the British Prime Minister murdered a pig at the request of a terrorist organization. It's hard to imagine that he could become hard, but I have to say that Viagra is powerful."

Mycroft grimaced and almost squeezed his warning through his teeth. "Oluosi! Can't you fucking calm down a bit?"

Maybe Olos was really frightened by the furious Mycroft, she froze for a few seconds, McCoff never made a big noise to her, at most he pretended to be indifferent, but he would always apologize to her .

But at this time, the sense of loneliness and fear that came from nowhere made her feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry, but she really cried, damn it, she shouldn't be so emotional, it's all like her .

Mycroft was very surprised to see Oluosi staring at his eyes, the corners of her eyes slowly became moist, and then she cried.

It made him irritable, and Mycroft tried to calm himself down.

He tried his best to say with a gentle attitude: "Oluosi, my dear, I didn't mean it, you know."

"Oh, Mycroft, I'm sorry, I don't know, I can't help myself."

Mycroft hugged her and patted her shoulder lightly. Her tears made him flustered and made him feel distressed.

"Okay sweetheart, I know it's not your fault."

Oulos carried a kitchen knife and walked in the middle of the road with Mycroft, hacking several zombies to death from time to time.

Oulos was very surprised to find that her physical strength and agility were so strong that she could hardly imagine, as if she had evolved.

"Mycroft, do you feel any changes in your body?"

Mycroft was panting, his face flushed, and he felt that he had never walked such a long distance in his life, it was his limit.

Olos obviously saw this. "The end of the world should be a magic weapon for fat people to lose weight. This is more useful than diet pills and liposuction. If scientists set up a doomsday escape system game for fat people, I believe this world should be beautiful."

"What?" Mycroft really felt tired and thirsty, so that he couldn't concentrate on what she had to say. Eighty percent of what Olos said every day was nonsense, and she was always a fool In this way, he looks a lot like some unscrupulous brother of his.

"I think I'm freaking out. Uh...it's just that my strength has grown, you know what I mean?"

"Oh, I quite understand, honey, especially when you're like a reaper" chopping off zombie heads.

Sherlock, who was far away in London, sneezed heavily, startling a large group of zombie dogs under the railing.

"Brother, you should restrain yourself."

Sherlock glanced at Garfield coldly, and a certain cat immediately raised the cat, sneezed, and said cheerfully: "Cats are normal."

A psychologist once said that if more than 90% of what a person says is nonsense, she is happy.If the nonsense is less than 50%, the sense of happiness is insufficient.In communication, it is easier to get close to people without too strong purposeful language.

Therefore, those goldfish without thinking are looking for "such a so-called happiness" every day, and find someone who is willing to listen to your nonsense.

Only a goldfish can take this spam, but apparently McCoff is trying too.

"Mycroft, how far are we from the safe zone?"

"About 120 kilometers. The expressway can be reached in 10 days without sleep at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour."

"Then take the high speed."

"It's blocked there." He left his computer meaningfully. "In the beginning, a lot of survivors went there. You know, they all became zombies in the end."

"Then just tell me how long it will take us to walk over like this."

Mycroft said blankly, "Six months at the earliest."

Oulos rolled her eyes: "Damn it, we have to find a car, or my feet will be useless before I get there."

The woman's screams caught their attention.

"where?"

Olos turned to look at Mycroft.

"Turn right 500 meters ahead."

Olos winked at him, and rushed there immediately.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, someone among the men attracted her attention, and her blood was drawn to him, but now is not the time to be entangled in these things.Oulos swung the sharp kitchen knife quickly and powerfully, and started a gorgeous performance of "knife skills".

With a click, the heads of the two approaching zombies were cut off. Even she was shocked, and quickly ran towards the direction of the crowd.

A group of men who had been concentrating on dealing with zombies were stunned—is this guy a woman?

When the truck approached, Olos breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that if there were any survivors, they must have a car. She was obviously happy for her ingenuity.

She glanced at McCoff, who was late, grinned an exaggerated smile, let go of the hand holding the kitchen knife, and disregarded McCoff's wishes and the horror of the crowd, and grabbed the knife. Mycroft's arm carried him to the car.

"Sorry I ate spinach." Did you think it was Hercules pat?

She smiled coldly at everyone, she thought she was not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships, she glanced at Mycroft, this kind of entertainment should be done by this hypocritical man.

Mycroft didn't catch her eyes, though.

Everyone saw that the strong man Mycroft rolled freely on the car for two laps before stopping. It was obvious that he would protect the computer in his arms tightly at any time.

Damn it, Olos squinted and cursed secretly.

She leaned against the door as if she was boneless, announcing to the survivors like a rascal that the van had changed hands.

"I'm sorry, but it's settled like this."

It was so simple and rude for her to come forward.

A strong man came out and looked at Olos fiercely.

"You can't just steal our car."

The corner of Oulos' mouth twitched, and she said arrogantly: "Yes, if you can beat me."

"If I remember correctly, I killed most of the zombies just now. Without me, you would have died long ago. Thank God."

"You can't do this, robber!" A woman looked hopefully at the man in the van who was with the "female robber", and Olos curled her lips in disdain, and secretly complained, do you think your beauty trick is useful? ?

But I didn't expect McCoff to say with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry we robbed your car, maybe we can give you a ride."

Olos looked at Mycroft in surprise, obviously she was not happy.

"Honey, let them come up, it is precisely because of the end of the world that human beings need to support each other more."

Oulos looked at him with a savior's smirk, she was in a bad mood, her dear brother, are you still thinking about your political career at this moment?Is it enough to establish your prestige in front of a stupid goldfish?I can't vote for you in the post-apocalyptic presidential election, can I?

"Drunk." Olos shrugged, looking as if I had nothing to say.

Mycroft gained countless favors as if he had opened the golden finger of the Virgin Mary Sue. Olos remained silent. If you know that he is just using you, I don’t know if you can still laugh so happily, stupid of mortals.

A man wearing glasses and their people looked at each other for a few seconds, and the woman who scolded Oulos the robber came out. She was very young, about 25 years old, with long red hair standing up high, and a smile on her face It looked quite amiable, as if the previous madness was just an imagination, she stretched out her hand to Mycroft: "Hello, my name is Cinderella."

Mycroft smiled and said, "Interesting name."

Oulos pursed her lips and said meaningfully: "It's really interesting, but your godmother may not be a fairy."

Mycroft glanced at her warningly, and continued to say gracefully: "My name is Mycroft Holmes."

After eating the last chicken leg, Lance told a detective very seriously that we were out of food, and that we would starve to death sooner or later on the pole.

Sherlock, our Garfield subconsciously looked at the zombie dogs below, frowned, thinking that these zombies were really unexpectedly persistent.

"I'm starving and skinny."

Sherlock rolled his eyes at his round belly mockingly, and said calmly, "Trust me, you won't."

Lance pretended to be wronged and said, "Don't you Holmes family have any sympathy?"

"If what you said is correct, you should have stayed below three days ago."

He looked at Bombay Cat suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

Sherlock said with a little contempt and sarcasm: "Become a pile of rotten meat."

"Except for the three cigars you brought, you look like a piece of shit."

Maybe Sherlock's few words really hit Lance, and he seemed to have a sex change for the next half an hour. He didn't say a word, and the silence was terrible. It didn't look like him at all.