Zombies don't need to rest

The sound of a camera taking pictures suddenly came from behind him, and he subconsciously turned his head, and saw a person he didn't know standing on the trash can by the roadside, holding a camera and taking pictures of the gun shop.

It was an old-fashioned camera, and the shooting effect was average, but the advantage was that it could print out photos directly.

Feng Wenbin frowned and looked at the strange man. He seemed to be very satisfied with his photo. He carefully put it in a notebook and then lowered his head and began to write.

He stood a lot higher than the crowd, and everyone around could see him, but he didn't seem to care about those gazes at all, he was just writing something seriously with a pen, and it took a while before he raised his head to meet Looking around and smiling, he jumped off the trash can and disappeared on the edge of the crowd.

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Feng Wenbin looked at the direction in which that person disappeared with some doubts, but for some reason, he always felt that the person just now looked familiar.

"Look, look, Boss Zhang from Sihai bought a heavy machine gun."

Hearing the exclamations of the people around him, Feng Wenbin turned his attention back to the entrance of the gun shop.

A tall old man was laughing and walking out with a heavy machine gun in his arms, while the owner of the gun shop followed behind him with two clerks carrying a large box.

The old man stood on the steps at the door and looked at the densely packed people, and shouted with a smile: "Welcome everyone to come to Four Seas tonight to play, we will bring you a huge surprise."

Feng Wenbin frowned. Four Seas was the name of the largest nightclub in Base City No. 10. It was a super building bigger than a gymnasium, and it could accommodate [-] people to play wantonly in it at the same time.

And it's not just the drinks and the girls that are famous there.

On the second floor of Four Seas, there is a very hidden casino. It is said that even Guo Wen, the mayor of Base No. [-] City, would occasionally go there to play.

However, the barriers to entry in that place are very high, and Feng Wenbin hasn't had the chance to see if it's true these days.

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "Boss Zhang, the surprise you mentioned is that there is a new girl from Sihai again?"

The old man who put the machine gun in the trunk straightened his waist with a smile and said loudly: "That's too vulgar. Let me tell you the good news. We have obtained the casino operating license. Anyone who comes here tonight can get five for free." One hundred yuan chips, and there are even bigger surprises waiting for you.”

After speaking, he directly got into the car and left the scene. Feng Wenbin noticed that the person shouting in the crowd also backed out quietly, got into another car that had been waiting outside and followed Boss Zhang's car left.

The people around were talking loudly, so he silently took two steps back and left the crowd.

Gun shop, casino, at this moment, Feng Wenbin finally had a clear understanding of the so-called free market proposed by Luo Jincheng.

As long as you can make money, as long as you can pay taxes, as long as it doesn't endanger the overall security of the Federation, you can do whatever you want.

This is the so-called total free market!

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. After leaving the crowd, Feng Wenbin walked onto the central square.

The monarch-level corpse was right in the middle of the square, but opposite the corpse, he saw the person who took the photo just now again.

At this moment, the man was standing on the edge of the square, trying to find a suitable angle to put the body completely into the camera's frame.

"Click"

A clear voice sounded, Feng Wenbin saw the person lowered his head to check and printed out the photo directly.

Then he still put it in the notebook seriously, and found a place where no one was around to sit down and write.

What does he do?

Feng Wenbin glanced curiously, then raised his head to look at this tall body.

Brother Yang said that the monarch-level zombies have broken away from the category of normal creatures, and their physical strength is beyond the imagination of human beings.

Brother Yang even said that with the current Federation's technology, only those ultra-high-power laser weapons that are mounted on a fixed base and are difficult to move can cause a certain amount of damage.

But he died and was killed by Luo Jincheng.

Feng Wenbin looked at the eyes of the corpse. Because the head was crushed to death, the eyes of the corpse protruded a little, and their color turned black over time.

The red in the eyes can only be seen when there is sufficient sunlight, and although humans will not be under as much pressure as zombies, those eyes will still make everyone who sees them creepy.

Even after being dead for more than 100 years, his body is still terrifying.

This is what Brother Yang said, the deterrence from predators.

Feng Wenbin looked away, and saw that the person sitting on the open space not far away had finished writing his notes, and was sitting cross-legged on the ground looking at the corpse in a daze.

Such a posture is really strange, Feng Wenbin really wanted to go up and ask him, is it really not scary to look at those eyes like this?

Then he saw that person take out a piece of yellow paper from the inconspicuous schoolbag behind him and set it on fire.

That is, paper money?

Feng Wenbin was startled.

Who is this person?

He came to the central square of Base No. [-] to burn paper for a monarch-level zombie?

The piece of paper was burnt out soon. Seeing him stand up and prepare to leave, Feng Wenbin hesitated and walked over curiously to say hello.

But before he walked over, the man suddenly turned his head and said, "Didn't I ask you to investigate the situation? Why are you always following me?"

The sudden voice startled Feng Wenbin, he took two quick steps back and put himself in a fighting posture to be on guard, staring into the man's black eyes and said, "Who are you?"

The man on the opposite side suddenly smiled, a red light flashed in his eyes, and his tone changed when he spoke again: "Who do you say I am?"

Feng Wenbin saw the red light clearly, he froze on the spot and said in disbelief, "Brother Yang?"

Jiang Yang put away the notebook and checked the printing paper of the camera: "How about it, you have been here for quite a few days, what did you find out?"

But Feng Wenbin didn't answer his question right away, but trotted over and whispered, "Can't zombies hide their breath and eyes? Brother Yang, what about you?"

Smiling and patted him on the shoulder, Jiang Yang, who had changed back to his previous tone, said: "Didn't I tell you when you were a child, there is a zombie in this world that can turn into a human, and he often fights between humans and humans?" When the zombies are fighting, go to the human city."

Feng Wenbin swallowed hard: "But didn't you say that was a story?"

Jiang Yang tilted his head and said, "Who made you so timid and asked me to tell you bedtime stories all day long? I want to tell you that there are really zombies that can change their shape and appearance at will and pretend to be humans. How dare you, kid?" Don't be scared to wet the bed?"

Feng Wenbin, who was almost 50 years old, blushed, coughed twice and then stared at him and asked, "So the stories you told me are all true?"

Jiang Yang touched a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and said, "I'm a zombie, and I'm not a novelist. How can I tell you so many stories? Thanks to Miaomiao, who didn't inherit your IQ, that child has long suspected me." It’s telling the truth, you just listen to it as a story all day long.”

Feng Wenbin threw away the naturally extinguished cigarette and lit another. After thinking for a while, he suddenly asked: "So the story about the zombie building a shelter to protect humans is also true?"

"Uh..." Jiang Yang paused and said, "It's true, but that guy's original idea was to raise humans in captivity for food."

. . .

Fairy tales shattered.

It was only when the two of them walked to the road outside the square that Feng Wenbin asked softly again: "Then what happened afterwards?"

Jiang Yang pointed at the figure on the square: "Then he died."

Feng Wenbin suddenly turned his head to look at the monarch-level zombie: "So the zombie you said built a shelter to protect humans is he?"

Nodding, Jiang Yang picked up the camera and took a photo of the tall castle on the other side of the square and said:

"King Nanguang once built a shelter for 40 people with his own hands. He planned to raise these humans to provide him with a steady stream of food, but in the end he didn't eat any of them at all. After he died, the people he protected It was taken over by Luo Jincheng, and the shelter he once built has become the current No. [-] base city."

Looking at Feng Wenbin who was stunned in place, Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's all in the past. Those human beings don't know that a monarch-level zombie once protected them. But who can say clearly about history? Woolen cloth?"

Feng Wenbin followed him and watched Jiang Yang clip the photo on his notebook and asked, "Do monarch-level zombies have thoughts?"

Because he was on the road, Jiang Yang was not in a hurry to write, and looked at Feng Wenbin with his notebook: "Is it a thought? It's just to maximize the benefits. When hunting becomes difficult, captive breeding is also a good idea. Just remember that. That’s enough, the only philosophy of the Sovereign is to do everything possible to improve one’s own strength, of course, there are certain differences in the way each Sovereign obtains nourishment.”

Feng Wenbin nodded and asked in a low voice: "Then, how about you, Brother Yang?"

Jiang Yang tapped his forehead with a smile: "I've said it many times, I'm not a monarch."

He strode away from the square, Feng Wenbin also speeded up to keep up, but only looked at Jiang Yang from time to time.

Brother Yang does often say that he is not a monarch-level zombie. The people in the Windless Tavern used to have doubts, but they can only believe it.

But just now he could see clearly that Brother Yang was not affected in any way when he looked at the monarch-level corpse.

When he passed an intersection with not many people, he asked in a low voice: "Brother Yang, you are not a zombie beyond the monarch level, are you?"

Rolling his eyes hard, Jiang Yang couldn't help joking: "Actually, I'm a half-step monarch peak Dzogchen ProPlusUltra."

Finding that Feng Wenbin didn't understand his joke but took it seriously, he rubbed his forehead helplessly and said:

"Don't think about it, whether it is a monarch level or a king level, they are all titles for zombies who have completed the quality leap and are at the top of their strength. I am not at that level."

When the two of them passed the intersection, Jiang Yang put away his notebook and said, "Lead the way, I'll go see the entertainment venues in Base City No. [-], and then go to Four Seas to see the world at night."

86 Magic City

Even during the daytime, entertainment venues in Base [-] City will still be open for business.

As the most special city in the entire Pan-Asian Federation, it attracts a large number of tourists from all over the world every day, and most of these people who can travel across cities have one thing in common: rich.

At the entrance of the Muse Nightclub, the short-haired girl who was leaning against the entrance wall boredly watching the tourists coming and going suddenly had a bright light in her eyes.

Because she saw an acquaintance.

After a sneaky smile, he tiptoed over, and when the other party was not paying attention, he suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Rich boss, you are here again, to choose a new girl?"

Feng Wenbin had noticed her a long time ago, but he ignored her because he had been chatting with Jiang Yang all the time, but since the girl had already called his name, he stopped and quickly introduced to Jiang Yang next to him: "This is Zhong Lan Because of former colleagues."

The short-haired girl froze for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and looked at Jiang Yang.

Masquerading as a human, he is a middle-aged man who appears to be in his 30s.

He is tall, and he is not considered a top-notch handsome guy in today's extremely advanced plastic surgery technology, but his unique temperament makes him look like a refined teacher.

But it was this gentle temperament that made the short-haired girl curl her lips subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, the rich boss who bought Xiao Lanyin was such a pious guy.

With a judgment in mind, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter. He stepped forward and took Jiang Yang's hand and said, "Boss, choose a girl, or how about me? We are all acquaintances, and I will give you a discount." Yo."

Feng Wenbin kept a straight face and said nothing.

Although this girl treated Zhong Lanyin pretty well, in fact she was a prostitute who wandered around in special places.

And not very old.

Although he could understand it, it still disgusted him, who also had a daughter.

But Jiang Yang was not like him.

Looking at the little animal-like temptation and calm courage in the girl's eyes, he just smiled and let the girl hug his arm and said: "If I was young, I don't think I would mind being like you. The girls spent the night."

The girl froze for a moment, in fact, she was already ready to be thrown away or even beaten.

The reason why she came up to say hello was because she saw Feng Wenbin and thought that he had lost interest in Zhong Lanyin and came to pick a new girl again.

If that was the case, she would rather be beaten than try to find out what happened to Zhong Lanyin.

After all, she knew that some psychopathic bosses would do bad things to the girls who bought them home, and this was from another city, so she couldn't find out the news at all.

But Jiang Yang's peaceful tone was a bit beyond her expectation.

After thinking about it quickly, she took a deep breath, pursed her lips first, and then said as if she understood something: "Don't worry, boss, I can actively cooperate with you, and there are many new arrivals in the store now." The medicine is harmless to the human body, and I can give you a [-]% discount to ensure that you will be satisfied."

Feng Wenbin took a step back and concentrated on being a follower, and this action made the girl sure that the man in front of her was the real master.

Seeing her winking eyes, Jiang Yang suddenly smiled and asked, "Have you eaten? I heard that the roasted pork chops in Base No. [-] are good."

The girl froze in place, Jiang Yang reached out and rubbed her head, then helped her tidy up her messy hair and said calmly:

"Today marks the opening of the first gun store in Base City No. [-]. There are only four stores in the first batch of the entire Federation. Today's tourists are destined to go there. You may not be able to find a suitable customer at this station for a day. How about it? ? Come with me to try your special grilled pork chops?"

Subconsciously took a step back to avoid Jiang Yang's hand, the girl pursed her lips and looked at him, but Jiang Yang just smiled and said: "You can tell your boss, just say that I want to take you to the field, night shift Send you back before we start."

His smile was so warm and sincere, the girl asked cautiously: "Then, are you willing to give me money?"

Jiang Yang nodded: "Just count it as a night package. If you don't want to be commissioned by the boss, you can also count it as fast food, and the rest of the money is counted as a red envelope."

The girl took a deep breath and said quickly: "The owner of the red envelope will also get a commission, so I'll count it as an overnight package for you. I'll go back and talk about it, just wait a moment."

Raising her head again to take a serious look at Jiang Yang's appearance, the girl ran into the gate of the Muse Nightclub without looking back, but under her pretendingly calm expression, her walking pace seemed a little flustered.

After closing the door, she squatted on the ground suddenly, buried her head deeply between her legs and looked at her toes.

She had never met such a guest.

A person who doesn't seem to be interested in himself at all, and just wants to treat himself to dinner just because he said hello.

Moreover, she reached out and stroked her hair. She didn't understand why the boss just rubbed her hair, and she had the urge to go with him.

"Isn't it someone who sells organs? Did you use drugs?"

Thinking of this in her heart, she carefully recalled the process just now, and felt more and more that the gentle man was probably just pretending.

Maybe later he will trick himself into going to a small hotel that does not require registration, and then use drugs to stun himself.