My Girlfriend is a Zombie

"Hey..."

The zombie slowly swayed his head and stared suspiciously at the corpse controlled by Ling Mo. In his view, this kind of similarity is very low-level. According to common sense, it is impossible to see through his enemies. To know that he has been as provocative as possible within the scope of the conditions, even if the other party feels his strong breath, it will not be able to control it. But what is the situation now?

"Frightened? Nothing, you can calm down first." Ling Mo turned his eyes around and quickly found what he was looking for on an iron chain.

The zombie rounded his eyes and stared at Ling Mo, and then extended two deformed fingers to pinch the sign.

"Hey, I thought you were the hegemon..." Ling Mo glanced, and suddenly looked up at the zombie with amazement.

The sign details all aspects of the zombie, one of which is clearly the real-time update of the data caused by the silent attention. The virus concentration in the blood is forty-seven percent. This data has exceeded what was seen in the report before Ling Mo.

"So you are king-level?" Lingmo said this clearly, but he said that the more smooth, but the zombies are getting more and more shocked, and the whole time has been ruined.

This expression appears to be quite fresh on the face of a high-level zombie, and this is not a manifestation of a wild zombie. Whether he has been locked up here for a long time, or is it artificially cultivated by the experimental group. Ling Mo feels that the former is more likely, and high-level zombies are not so good. Even the experimental group knows to use a gel or a nest to feed the zombies. But they don't have the conditions to collect a lot of these two things.

It’s no problem to get rid of zombies and draw blood... But what if you add a "dig brain" on it? It’s just like opening a belly, this is as normal for zombies as peeling banana skin, but for the part of the non-medical world, this is definitely a stimulating challenge, let alone dug The brain took the object. After all, metamorphosis is a minority...

Ling Mo turned over and took a look at it, and suddenly he said: "Oh, you are a zombie."

He pouted and looked at the zombie with interest. And in the eyes of this zombie. Although this kind of similar type is still stiff in the face muscles, the expression is extremely weird, but somehow, he suddenly feels a bit uncomfortable.

"Dangdang..."

The chain swayed in the twist of the zombie. He squinted and saw Lingmo walk to the left side of the door, opened the cabinet and took out an aluminum disinfection box, and then slowly walked toward himself.

"Hey..."

"Okay. They blocked your mouth not just to make you whisper, you can't use it anymore." Ling Mo put the aluminum box on the ground, and looked up honestly.

"Hey!"

"#101, right? I am very strange, why would you give me such a late number...may be to highlight your special?" Linger’s tone is like a chat, in fact he It is indeed close to this corpse. It’s weird to think carefully. In the middle of the night, he controlled a corpse to sneak into this hidden laboratory and hang out with a zombie that was tied up...

101 is no longer called, because Lingmo has opened the aluminum box.

"There will be a lancet and an oversized syringe that I expected, but it’s really a violation of this short saw." Lingmo took the saw out. After looking at the two eyes, I asked. "Am I right?"

101 eyes turn sharply, he will understand it at this moment. This kind of fellow can not only be treated as a prey, but he also wants to hunt himself in turn! If it is in normal condition, this low-grade kind of casual finger can be stabbed to death, but now he is tied like a twisted vine, except for a mouth can not be used!

Seeing Lingmo stand up with a saw, 101 finally couldn't help but blurt out: "What is the violation?"

"You are very smooth in your speech." Ling silently looked up and down 101. Although his mouth was struck by the chain, he didn't have much trouble opening his mouth. At most, he imposed some restrictions on him. I can think of biting people and naturally speak.

"You...what are you?" 101 sucked his nose with a vigilant look, although the same kind of scorpion exudes the same kind of atmosphere in front of him, but there are too many places where he is not right.

"I should ask you this." Ling Mo said, playing with a saw.

He doesn't think he can really threaten 101, but his zombie identity is an excellent smoke bomb.

"Why should I tell you?" 101 blinked and said.

However, as a zombie, he really does not understand the cover... The high-frequency blink of an eye and the look of expectation have vividly revealed the words I want to talk about.

"You answer the question, I will let you go out," Ling Mo said.

101 opened his eyes again, then violently struggled, the chain slammed: "Great! So you also escaped?"

"It is you answering the question, not me." Lingmo rolled his eyes. I have to say that the brain of this 101 is still quite good, and it is much stronger than the ordinary zombies.

and many more……

In Lingmo’s mind, suddenly the flash of light flashed, and then the look at 101’s eyes suddenly changed.

More intelligent than the general zombies... Is this the mother?

The more you think about it, the more likely you are, the more likely it is to create the mother zombie on the 1st!

Seeing Lingmo seeing his own eyes full of surprises, 101 twisted the upper body of the lost arm, the period Ai Ai asked: "Low... like, what do you want to ask me?"

"Are you a mother?" Ling Mo asked.

"Mother..." 101 thought for a moment, shaking his head. "Can't you see that I am a male?"

"...my wrong, let me change it. They shut you here, are you trying to extract the blood from you?" Ling asked again.

101's eyelids suddenly hang down. After a few seconds, his expression looked up and the chain slammed again: "Not only blood! They extracted various liquids from me, various! Blood, bone marrow, there..."

"Okay! I understand!" Ling Mo quickly stopped, and then he felt his ears would be seriously hurt.

Looking at the saw in his hand, Ling Mou suddenly showed a look of disgust, and his gaze followed closely to the roots of 101's thigh.

101 a moment, immediately nervously close the legs: "No, they are actually from the abdomen ..."

"Not so good..." Ling Mo immediately relieved.

"You look at my arm and are cut off by them!" 101 is very resentful.

"Well? Isn't this to prevent you from escaping?" Ling Mo was a bit stunned.

101 shook his head: "No! Because they are very careful to put in the ice, maybe it is better to eat after the ice... awful humans."

"Oh... no, no one is interested in your flesh, really." Ling Mo said coldly.

"What do you mean? Don't look at me now, my meat was very popular before." 101 was angry.

Lingmo also probably understands that it has been used as a virus production machine for a long time, and the body of 101 has also had a big problem. He can live by super resilience, but some permanent damage is inevitable, such as this crumpled appearance.

However, such a narcissistic zombie is still the first time, and his narcissistic angle... is really a zombie.

Although 101 does not know where his flesh and blood are used, Ling Mo is already certain that this is the mother zombie.

"There is still a problem..." Ling Mo squeezed his chin and stared at 101. "Your change... What?"

From the appearance of 101 alone, I really can't see his change...

Unexpectedly, Ling Mo asked, 101 suddenly looked up.

After a while, he suddenly looked up and looked forward, saying: "Low...like..."

"You have to call the lower class, don't yell..."

"Then take a little further from this thing... well, don't interrupt me." 101 continues, "The same kind, is there a noun about humanity in your memory?"

"What is it..." Looking at the grief that 101 deliberately imitated, Ling Mo has already guessed the ending...

"Gibbon..." 101 sighed. "My hands can flex around the body two times, or two fingers!"

"Why do you want to emphasize the **** with a smug look..." The thinking of the wild zombies is hard to understand...

"What do you know, in the human world, there is a respect for the two fingers. Did the **** have heard of it? Well, I don't expect you to know too much about the human world... What are you doing?" 101 suddenly closed his mouth.

Lingmo picked up the lancet in one hand and pulled out a bottle at the same time: "I am very sympathetic to your experience, but now you have to cooperate with me."

"What?" 101 asked, wide eyes.

"Take me a little blood, it may be a little painful, but it should be very accustomed to you? Relax, don't go crazy."

Lingmo grinned and then decisively circled behind 101. Of course, it is not safe on his front, but when he is behind, he can only blink.

"Why are you...you...oh!"

In the struggle of 101, the silence of the accommodation building revealed a smile of satisfaction.

Finally found the mother, and the virus has arrived...

However, for the 101's arm to go, Lingmo is still very concerned.

He can understand the purpose of extracting the virus, but what can he do with his arm?