My Girlfriend is a Zombie

When Xia was just about to put the notebook back, she sensed the signal from Lingmo, and the action on her hand suddenly paused.

She snorted softly, then looked at the left and right, and the backhand stuffed the book into the backpack behind her, and said in her mouth: "Who wants to be your bookshelf..."

"Hey! Don't take it so naturally!" Ling Mo was shocked first, then he returned. This notebook was placed in such a dark place, and it was not unappreciated by people. It was impossible for even the researcher to forget it. Even if this kind of thing is taken, no one will find it in a short time.

Ling Mo suddenly smiled awkwardly, and in this respect he is not as good as Shana professional...

After taking the notebook, Shana turned her eyes to the table, then walked decisively to open the drawer and quickly rummaged.

This silence is completely shocked, this little girl also knows how to make a difference... It’s really gratifying...

Unfortunately, there are no other valuable things in the drawer except for some sundries.

Xia was somewhat disappointed to restore everything, but found that Ye Lian was staring at her curiously.

"Ye Lianjie?"

"What are you doing?" Ye asked in a puzzled way.

Xia Na thought about it, but did not answer, but suddenly she raised her mouth.

Her eyes swept back and forth on Ye Lian, and then she licked her lips.

This expression obviously made Ye Lian somewhat overwhelmed. She subconsciously turned back and looked away, but did not expect a black shadow suddenly swooped toward herself from the front.

When she was not paying attention, Shana rushed to her, then raised her right hand. Directly pressed on the towering peaks of Ye Lian.

This press is really flexible, and the mountain peaks are followed by shaking.

Ye Lian turned back in surprise. With his eyes wide open, he looked at Shana, who was close at hand, and then looked down at the palm of Shana's misplaced position.

Ling Mo was also shocked, but he was not because of Shana’s behavior, but because of this visual impact...

"This is a gift to the voyeur." Shana smiled and said.

"Get my heart... but wait, who is a voyeur!" Ling Mou.

Seeing Ye Lian's actions are enough to be careful, Ling Mo is also a lot of peace of mind, his perspective is a turn. Going back to the corpse in the experimental group.

The corpse standing in the same place is like a horror version of the robot that suddenly loses power. A pair of blood-red eyes stare at the front, keeping the posture of raising the hand motionless. The master ball is turning around in his palm, full of a semi-circular top, and when he silently shifts his angle of view, he relaxes his control. As a result, he himself has a good time.

When Ling Mo’s attention was refocused on the corpse, his eyes that had been squinting suddenly smashed. The stiff body is also starting to move.

"Hey..."

As the bones rang out, the head of the corpse slowly lifted up and looked at the ceiling.

The mutual confirmation of the two notes made Lingmo have a vague guess about the identity of the researcher...

The stairs leading to the sixth floor are dark, but the iron on the edge of the steps reflects the extremely weak light.

"You think about it. Where is it possible to be lost?" A conversation slowly approached the stairs, one of them was asking.

"Where do I know, when I came out, I used it to lock the door. It was unfortunate..." Another person replied in a depressed mood.

However, when they passed the stairs, the person who had previously asked for the question stopped, and looked up and looked up.

The other person went two more steps forward. Seeing that the companions did not follow up, suddenly turned around impatiently and asked: "What?"

The man stared at the black corridor and looked at it. Then he shook his head: "Nothing, maybe my spirit is not good today."

The other person looked up at the stairs and frowned. "You smoke more! I have lost the key, but don't go to the vice group..."

"The deputy group is also here today?"

"Who knows... Don't even dare to go..."

As the conversation between the two men gradually faded away, at the corner of the stairs on the sixth floor, two red lights suddenly lit up...

"Hey..."

The iron sheet stepped under the foot and made a slight noise. In the darkness, a distorted figure was slowly approaching the sixth floor of the experimental group.

Unlike the other five floors, there is no corridor here. Instead, there is a hidden security door at the stairway. A gap is slightly open and looks from the outside to the inside. There is no light in it.

"squeak……"

A hand with a long nail and a deformed finger holds the door handle and slowly pulls it outward. A strange smell immediately dissipated from the inside, but it was different from the taste in those labs. In addition to the smell of the disinfectant, it is also full of the smell of fleshy spoilage.

As the figure flashed into the house, the door slowly returned to its original state... After a pause, the door suddenly closed inward and slammed shut.

Silent silently locked the door, and a pair of red eyes swept around.

It is obviously very different from the floors below. The windows in the corridor are all nailed to the wood, and the entire floor becomes a closed space.

No wonder there is no light. If ordinary people come in, they must have black eyes.

Ling Mo looked at it at first glance, and was surprised to find that many of the doors were open, which was in stark contrast to the tightness downstairs.

"Hey!"

He looked at the corridor and threw the master ball out.

The master ball bounced on the ground, and then directly attached to the ceiling, brushing and crawling toward the side of the corridor, while Ling Mo observed for a while, and slowly walked along the other end of the corridor. .

The structure here is also different from that of the downstairs. Many rooms have two windows in front and behind. Through the fuzzy glass, Lingmo can even see the rooms in the back row.

He quickly passed through a door and looked inward through the open door. The ground was full of messy papers, and some books were piled up on the wall. The only display in the house was a filing cabinet, which was now open, with a few documents scattered sparsely, and most of them fell to the ground.

The corpse licked his eyes and smashed a piece of paper that fell off the door.

"What X? What kind of textbook...biological?" Ling Mo looked confused and gave it back gently. He didn't expect to find the experimental report so soon, but the mess here was quite unexpected.

The whole floor was very quiet, and the door was so open that it looked like a ruin of buildings everywhere.

However, when Ling Mo stood up, he felt a slight glimpse.

The movement of the corpse seems to be somewhat...tired?

How is this going? He only entered this floor in less than five minutes...

Not only the corpse, but Ling quickly found that the information from the master ball was also wrong.

He could still use the results of the master ball to brain up the environment, but now he can only imagine an abstract painting!

"Tactile!"

Ling Mo quickly splits the tentacle from the master ball, but when the tentacle is out of the body, it is not much better than the master ball itself!

"No, what are the interference factors here..."

Ling Mo looked around with a vigilant look, but still surrounded by a quiet.

"Although it was limited, but it was not discovered? But this building is not quite like someone..."

The ability to be suppressed is not a good news for Lingmo. But after all, it’s just the corpse, and after 101, his best chance is tonight...

Plus the other experimental records of the neurotic researcher are likely to be placed here, so Lingmo just hesitated a little, and went on.

With the skin of the deputy zombies, what are you afraid of...

I thought so, but Ling Mo’s actions were a lot more careful than before. His tentacles were greatly affected, so the manipulation of the corpse also showed a slow half-shoot. This sense of disharmony makes Lingmo extremely awkward, and once he accepts this feeling, Lingmo always has a feeling of powerlessness.

However, Ling Mo did not find that when he walked into the depths of the corridor, a hand suddenly appeared at the door where he stood before, and grabbed the door frame silently.

And the paper that he put back on the ground was also smashed by one hand...

PS: A little calvin, it is very slow to write, and I am embarrassed later.