Zombies don't need to rest

But thinking of Brother Yang's order, he looked around vigilantly, and slowly exited the alley.

And not long after he left, a window on the upper floor of the resident was pushed open, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared at the depths of the alley.

A black shadow streaked across the night sky, and a zombie two meters tall appeared in front of the garbage storage deep in the alley.

The red eyes stared at the pile of garbage that hadn't been cleaned up, and walked slowly over to stare at a certain corner of it.

A faint voice came, and he walked over expressionlessly and took a curtain rod thrown out by someone from the corner, and pushed open the upper cover with a little force.

What appeared in front of my eyes was a humanoid object wrapped in layers of plastic.

After the layers of thick plastic sheets were pulled away, what came into view was a large swath of red blood and a dying old man lying in a pool of blood.

The moment he saw the other party, the zombie's red eyes shone brightly at this moment.

The plastic sheet wrapping the old man was picked apart, and the strong smell of blood spread out.

Another window on the upper floor of the resident not far behind was pushed open.

In the blink of an eye, another tall zombie appeared beside him.

The later zombie looked at the old man in the garbage dump, grinned and said, "You are playing with fire."

The zombie holding the curtain rod turned to look at him and said, "I'm not so hungry, but you make me feel suspicious."

Later, the zombie squinted his eyes and looked at him and said, "Your eyes tell me that you don't care as much as you say. As for whether I did it, oh, guess what."

The two looked at each other, and the same light was in the two pairs of red eyes.

And as the smell of blood spread, all the windows in the residential building were pushed open, but after seeing the two of them, the zombies obediently closed the windows and went back.

There are two first-class bosses, and they really don't plan to say anything more.

But they can see clearly, which doesn't mean that the zombies at the entrance of the alley know what's going on inside.

The smell of flesh and blood made them stop, standing on the side of the road and staring at the dark alley.

The small vendors passing by didn't know what happened, and they were still smiling and calling the zombies to come and buy snacks.

There are zombies staring at him, the red light in their eyes is extremely eye-catching.

The person in charge of Wufeng in the second district is Zhou Yongxin.

Standing on the street outside, feeling the smell of blood coming from him, he glanced at the hawkers who were still parking to start selling snacks, and the zombies who were sizing up the hawkers, walked over and whispered, "Get out of here. "

The peddler looked at this strange zombie incomprehensibly.

Zhou Yongxin said again: "If you don't want to cause trouble, leave quickly."

His expressionless face, paired with scarlet eyes, made the vendor take a step back.

Looking at the glowing red eyes of the zombies gathered at the entrance of the alley, he subconsciously nodded, got on his bike and left.

After he walked away, the zombies staring at him glanced at Zhou Yongxin, said nothing, but turned their eyes to the alley again.

Zhou Yong heard the increasingly strong smell of blood, squinted his eyes and stepped back a few steps away from the street.

Deep in the alley, two zombies next to the garbage spot stared at each other.

The old man who looked into the garbage dump later said, "He's dying."

The zombie holding the curtain rod didn't speak, but the one behind him licked his lips and said, "If he is sent to the hospital now, there is no chance of him surviving."

He took a step back suddenly, but the red light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

A deep voice sounded: "So what are you going to do? Eat him? Or take him to the hospital, and send him to the cremation ground after he dies?"

The zombie holding the curtain rod bowed vigilantly, and looked at the old man out of the corner of his eye.

Although the plastic bag that wrapped him had been removed by himself, he could breathe normally, but he was bruised and had no vital signs.

The cloudy eyes opened weakly, as if looking at himself.

He knew this old man, he was the owner of the zombie tavern on the street not far away, but now he was seriously injured and lying in the garbage dump.

Those rough wounds look a lot like zombies.

But being able to injure him like this at such a close distance without disturbing himself is likely to be done by another Class A zombie.

And the guy standing opposite him is the most likely.

It was an unreasonable arrangement for two Class A zombies to live in the same building.

But that's how it was arranged when Base City No. [-] allocated residences to zombie workers.

In the past 100 years or so, the two people had conflicts more than once, but they were not serious, so they could barely live together in peace.

If he really did it, I'm afraid this matter will not be easy.

Throwing aside the curtain rod in his hand, the two-meter-tall zombie narrowed his eyes and looked at the opposite zombie.

The strong smell of blood made his eyes shine brightly, and the guy opposite him was the same as him.

The moment the coercion of the two Class A zombies broke out, the zombies on the street outside collectively froze for a moment, then quickly turned their heads and left.

It's better not to get mixed up with the big brother's business.

After all, everyone has life substances to use now. Although the smell of blood inside is very tempting, but they don't have to worry about starving to death after eating and drinking. It is impossible for them to grab food from Class A zombies at this time.

And as they regained their composure, some people began to hesitate, if the two inside really ate people, would they be in trouble?

This is the federal era, and Base City No. [-] is so close to Luo Jincheng, isn't it a bit too brazen to eat people here?

Zhou Yongxin stood in the shadows across the street and watched the scattered zombies.

Frowning, he took out his mobile phone and made a call when everyone was not paying attention.

The two zombies in the depths of the alley stared at each other.

And at this moment, the old man lying in the garbage dump next to him suddenly made a sound.

Those cloudy eyes became focused, he stared at the tall zombie closest to him, and asked in a weak voice, "Mr. Wei?"

The zombie was stunned for a moment, took two quick steps back, looked at the old man and said, "Boss Chen, who hurt you like this?"

When he was talking, he was still on guard carefully to prevent the zombies on the opposite side from attacking, but this also made him out of the sight of the old man.

The old man trembled and wanted to look at him, but at this moment he didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes.

He opened his mouth tremblingly, and only had time to say two words: "Child."

Hearing that the old man had completely lost his voice, the tall zombie quickly glanced at him and found that his chest was still rising and falling slightly, wondering what he meant by the child.

The person who hurt him was a child?

Or let me take care of the baby for him?

He doesn't quite understand.

Because there was no other human breath at the scene, and he didn't believe that a child could hurt the old man like this.

Unless, it's a zombie that looks like a child.

Or, the old man knew that he could not survive, so he asked himself to take care of the children for him.

Squinting his eyes and looking at the zombie on the opposite side, he said: "The living matter given by the Federation is enough. He is already at this age. Let him go smoothly."

The zombie on the opposite side glanced at the old man who had only his last breath left: "He will die no matter what, and if he dies here, people will definitely doubt us. It's better to make a fuss. It can be regarded as the end of his life." Play a role."

The tall zombie bowed down, his black claws hanging on the ground.

A deep voice sounded: "What if I disagree?"

The zombie on the opposite side suddenly stood up straight and took a step back, saying: "That's your business, I'm just telling you, no matter what, his death will be suspected on our heads, young children have never seen blood, think We are easy to bully, if we let it go, they will kick their noses in the face."

After speaking, he backed away slowly, and when he returned to the downstairs of the residence, he took a deep leap and got in through the open window.

Not long after, a voice came from his room: "Luo Jincheng helped me retrieve my memory, and he is a person who can communicate, so I am willing to work in the factory."

"But that doesn't mean I chose to compromise. The equal status of the zombies wasn't achieved by that kid named Jiang Yang with his mouth. Forget it, think about it yourself."

He spoke so loudly that almost all the zombies inside and outside the alley could hear him clearly.

But no one responded, not even the zombie who was checking the status of the old man did not speak.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the alley.

The tall zombie stood up, and then saw two police officers in light combat armor pointing their guns at themselves, and shouted loudly: "Don't move."

The zombie raised his hands and slowly backed away.

The two police officers breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked at him warily.

The tall zombie looked at the medical staff behind them and said, "Boss Chen is in a very bad condition, come in quickly."

One of the police officers shouted loudly: "Shut up, back off!"

The zombie narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, then slowly retreated to the corner of the wall.

Two police officers made way for the passage, and the medical staff carrying the stretcher quickly ran over.

After checking the old man's condition, they looked around and immediately started first aid on the spot.

The tall zombie actually knew that the old man probably had no chance of surviving in his current state.

Looking at the blood on the ground and the wound on the old man's body, he turned his head and looked at the guns in the hands of the two police officers who were close at hand and said, "What do you mean?"

One of the police officers frowned and said, "What's your relationship with him?"

The zombie stared at him and replied blankly: "It doesn't matter."

The policeman asked again, "Why are you here?"

The zombie said calmly, "I live here."

The two police officers frowned. The doctor over there had already started rescue and injected a red medicine into the old man's artery.

Looking at each other, one of the police officers said, "Excuse me sir, please cooperate with us in our investigation."

The zombie looked at the old man who was still unresponsive after being injected with emergency medicine.

His chest was a little calm, and there was no movement.

He shook his head and said, "Let's go."

Two policemen led him outside one after the other.

When passing by the residential building, the zombie raised his head and saw a pair of red eyes staring at him.

Looking down at the ridiculous light combat armor worn by the police officers in front, the tall zombie grinned silently, got into the guard car and left without saying anything.

Upstairs, the Class A zombie who had just left watched him leave, and closed the window expressionlessly.

In the alley, the medical staff who were struggling to rescue the elderly looked up at each other helplessly.

Because they all know that when the red potion has no effect, no matter how tenacious the life of the new human is, there is a high probability that it will be hopeless.

The doctor in charge of the rescue checked the old man's condition again, took out tubes from the medical box he brought with him and inserted them into the old man's body, and then stuck several electrodes on the old man's head.

After finishing these, he turned on a switch inside the medical box.

After seeing the green work indicator light on, he and two other people quickly carried the old man onto the stretcher.

As the ambulance left, two officers who were waiting outside entered and cordoned off the scene.

After a while, several police officers walked in and began to question the zombies in the residential building.

Zhou Yongxin stood in the shadow of the opposite street and watched everything that happened here.

He raised his head and glanced at the surveillance at the entrance of the alley, as well as the surveillance cameras around the residential buildings inside, and even above the garbage spot, and turned to leave with his eyes squinted.

Early the next morning, a piece of news spread in Base City No. [-].

"In the early hours of the morning, an old man died in the zombie living area. The on-site surveillance did not capture the picture, but one zombie was taken away by the guards."

The source of the news is unknown.

But there is no doubt that when the words dead and zombie appeared at the same time, and the location of the case happened to be in the living area of ​​zombies, the news quickly spread throughout the second base city.

And it didn't take long for this news, the "hero" in base city No. [-], and the "strange thief" in base city No. [-] to become the three most popular news items in the federation.

And today, it happens to be February 216, 2, the cataclysmic era.

That is, the day when the new batch of [-] gun shops in the Federation officially opened for business.

From this day on, guns can be purchased in all base cities of the Federation.