My Girlfriend is a Zombie

This is the first time that Lingmo has truly realized how other people treat zombies.

From a human point of view, there is nothing wrong with this, but Lingmo still feels very shocked.

The acne-indicated male electric baton continually hit the head of the advanced zombie, and another researcher came over and slammed the needle into the arm of the zombie.

After a full tube of blood was pumped, the advanced zombie was tormented and groggy.

On several occasions, Ling Mo was ready to cut off the spiritual connection, but the person who took the blood stopped the acne marks in time.

"Killing him without your good fruit, the high-level zombies that I caught before are dead. This is just the most suitable guinea pig! I think there is a little excitement."

The researcher's fat face squeezed a smile and then carefully placed the needle into the box.

Lingmo noticed that there was a whole box of ice cubes in it. In fact, even if it was not cryopreserved, the virus in the zombie blood could maintain its long-lasting vitality.

"A lot of blood is taken at different times of the day, can you really study the active period of the virus?" asked the acne man.

"Should. I used to be a doctor... but hell, I am just a pediatrician! But from the data I get now, no matter what zombies, when they don't attack the target, the body will fall into asleep, like It's a short-term deep sleep for our human beings. It's quick to get physical strength and minimize energy consumption, just like hibernation. Then when they reboot, it's seconds to open, no buffering is needed."

The man said while finishing the box.

"The speed of these monsters is really amazing. We don't need medicines now, they don't need medicines. It would be nice to be able to extract this part that is good for us."

The pox-printed man turned back and disgusted at the advanced zombies and said.

"Forget it, anyway, I will not let those viruses enter my body anyway. What we want to study is **** zombies more quickly. The more advanced the zombies, the harder it is to be hit. How many sharpshooters do you think we have? Can research something that can kill, no matter what part of the hit can make them die immediately, that's good. Just like the silver bullet that kills the vampire."

The fat-faced man laughed, closed the box, and turned to the door.

"Do you know the thing that was discovered from the brain after the zombie? Is it like a stone? I heard that it is a combination of most of the viruses in their body. Should it be the nerve center system that controls the zombies? Right, you know Know that there is a superpower who gave a more detailed ranking of these zombies?"

The acne-in-the-male man followed behind and said.

The fat-faced man sneered aloud: "It’s not a tm game, it’s level..."

"But it's really useful. At least know the characteristics of each level of zombies, you can fight in a targeted manner. But even if the same level of zombies have individual differences, if you are underestimated, it must die very badly."

Lingmo body immediately reached out and touched his backpack.

Sure enough, Su Qianrou’s information to him was not comprehensive at all. It is completely evasive.

The progress of the camp’s research on zombies is much more advanced than what is said in the data.

Although the information that these two people said, they were discovered early on.

But it also represents the evolutionary laws, modes of action, and even patterns of thinking of zombies, which are gradually being exposed to these human eyes.

This is not a good thing for Ye Love them...

For a moment, Ling Mo is also a bit stunned. Should he stand on the human side for human consideration, or should he stand in the perspective of zombies?

"Forget it. They want to study everything with them, but no matter who wants to hurt Ye Love them, I don't allow it! Now this is also a chance for me..."

Seeing that they are about to leave the bus, they are moving in silence. Suddenly manipulating this advanced zombie opened his mouth: "Hey..."

"To shut up!"

The acne-in-law was shocked and looked back at the zombie.

Ling Mo is also anxious, but it is not easy to control the corpse.

He "snapped" a few times, and finally finally uttered a vague saying: "Stand... station... live!"

The two researchers were dumbfounded.

They glanced at each other. Immediately mad, rushed to the silence of the corpse.

The acne man even hurriedly lost the baton and then took out a voice recorder from his pocket.

"Grass! My grass! This monster is finally open! This time it was made. This is really a high-level zombie with high intelligence!"

He rushed to the front of the corpse, and the hand holding the recorder was shaking.

The fat-faced man swallowed and looked at the corpse with excitement. He asked, "Do you want to talk? What do you want to say? Rest assured, even if you say that we have to eat, we have no problem, we will not kill you."

The acne-printed man hit him with his elbow: "The zombies are not afraid of death."

"You are not talking? Is it something to eat?"

The fat-faced man looked very excited and he took out a bag of viral gel from another sealed refrigerator.

These viral gels were not cleaned and some debris remained on them.

And looking at the quality, it doesn’t seem to be...

However, after glance at the refrigerator, Lingmo felt that his guess might be wrong.

Their aftermath work is likely to have been going on for three days or even longer...

"You...you..."

Ling Mo struggled to control the corpse and continued: "What do you know about us? You guys... weak... small humans..."

After the talk, Ling Mo's body could not help but screamed.

I don’t think he has the day to say this...

The acne man sneaked a bit, then sneered, and a baton squatted on the corpse's head: "This monster is not stupid! Know what? Know more! You are now just like us, actually No matter what kind of experiment, it proves that you are the monster with killing as the first course of action! Human flesh? Eat! Same kind? Eat! Mutant beast? Eat! What do you want to eat in tm?"

"But you... you don't know... how strong we are... how to kill... better... kill us..."

After the manipulation of the corpse, Ling Mo’s body could not help but sigh.

This kind of vocal cord is like a stuck-cart tape, and it's really not a good feeling.

Ling Mo touched the head of Ye Lian, and then kissed her and kissed her: "It’s really hard for us to be a girl."

However, his distraction, this corpse also immediately stretched his neck, almost hit the face of the acne marks.

This sudden scene scared the acne man and immediately screamed like a wild cat: "God, God! He just wanted to bite me!"

"Tell me... I will... answer your questions... humans... but I can... can you hear if you are... lie..."

The corpse's gaze turned to the chest of the acne man and stared at his heart position.

This is an advanced zombie. Although it is a bit stunned after being manipulated, it is hard to see what is wrong compared to the mutant zombies or ordinary zombies.

The corpse of the terms of the meeting was estimated to be the first time they saw it. After the two men met for a while, the fat-faced man immediately said, "Yes!"

"We don't know enough about you at present, but we already know that there are different zombies, and they are stronger than the average zombies all day long. The individual strength is almost... between the mutated and advanced zombies... you listen Don't understand this right? Anyway, it's worse than you. Then, we know that there are more zombies in you, they are few in number, not easy to catch, and very embarrassing. There are some clues..."

After the fat-faced man finished speaking, the pimple man hesitated, and then said: "The way to kill you... I have not found a better one..."

"We have all finished, can you let me answer the question now? What are you relying on, in addition to devour each other?"

Ten minutes later, as the bus came out, two researchers walked out in a depressed mood.

"Grass! The monster is a monster, everything is told to him, he actually stupid with us! Only wow! I also bite my voice recorder!"

"He knows that it's useless. Is it hard that he is going to tell other zombies? These monsters..."

"Put up the situation just now, don't think we are lying? If you forget... or just hand him over to them..."

It is estimated that these people can't think of anyone interested in zombies, so after they left, the bus stopped here and there was no one to guard.