Chapter 203: Zombie Dad is wandering around, Extra 1
Fuchen hugged the big zombie, climbed up his neck neatly, and sat down.
According to human height, she is a child of six or seven years old.
The big zombie had no expression on his face and stood there, letting Fuchen ride on his neck.
After she sat down, the big zombie walked step by step.
His steps were no longer so wobbly, and his speed was slow and steady.
"Why did you sink into the water?" Fuchen was a little curious.
Zombies don’t have much sense of life and death.
She doesn't quite understand the psychology of the big zombie.
"It's boring." The big zombie said bluntly. His face was always a deathly gray color, just like the earth.
Fuchen frowned, still not understanding.
The big zombie walked silently.
He doesn't know the meaning of his life in this world.
Walking on the road and sinking into the water are the same.
Being Fuchen's father, this connection is wonderful.
She is like a weight, making him live solidly in this world.
Maybe he doesn’t know what the parent-child relationship between a father and his child means or what it is. He only knows that he has this desire.
I and Fuchen were wandering around like in the past, doing nothing and wasting time.
He doesn't need anything in return from the other party.
He is willing to take care of Fuchen until she abandons him.
I am alone in the world, and I feel no sense of stability wherever I walk.
There is a small thing on my shoulder, but it is different.
The big zombie can't describe all these things.
It's like he can't express his love.
As a father, he is always silent.
Leave your children alone.
Passive, helpless, and happy as a cake.
The big zombie walked with Fu Chen in his arms, feeling the wind blowing on his body and the sun shining on him. His steps were brisk.
He is very happy.
But he still couldn't express it.
The floating dust on his head raised another question, "Why would a zombie want to be a father? Where are my own biological parents? Can you kill them?"
Fuchen lowered his head and looked at the big zombie.
She doesn't care about her biological parents, as she is no longer human.
The human parents and human children are dead.
She is a zombie.
Meet the strange existence of a zombie father.
The big zombie didn't know how to answer the first question, so he answered the second question first, "I can't kill him."
At that time, he saw a pair of men and horses protecting the people inside, who was a woman with a big belly.
He has never seen such a big belly.
The woman lay on the ground, clutching her stomach and screaming.
Bulletproof glass blocked and protected her.
The humans outside were holding guns and attacking the zombie hordes to protect her.
Her breath is very special.
The big zombie was a little curious and mingled with the zombies without taking action or stopping him.
Look straight at the woman with a big belly.
Humans outside were bitten to death.
The woman with a big belly was bitten on the hand, covered her hand and screamed. The big zombie roared to stop the attack.
He stood behind the bulletproof glass and looked straight at the pregnant woman, wondering what she was doing.
Until the woman squeezes out her little head, gives up giving birth, and dies of frustration.
There is one more person's breath.
Curious, he took off his shield, squatted down, and pulled the child out from under the woman's skirt.
This child is nothing but floating dust.
"I didn't kill your mother. Kill, kill -" The big zombie didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was worried that Fuchen would leave again.
Looking back, I discovered: He killed Fuchen. Because of him, Fuchen became a zombie and his child.
"What?" Fuchen asked.
The big zombie paused for a moment, but still refused, "I can kill you."
"Ah." Fuchen didn't care and continued to ask the first question, "Can't you reproduce asexually? Why don't you give birth to one yourself?"
The big zombie replied: "Female."
Asexual reproduction is only possible in females.
Fuchen swayed his feet and continued to ask, "Will you raise another child?"
The big zombie is silent.
He never thought about this problem.
It's like he never knew why Fuchen had so many problems.
"Talk and talk."
The big zombie's brain has difficulty processing such hypothetical questions, so he can only answer honestly, "I don't know."
After asking questions along the way, I finally returned home. Seeing the books at home, Fuchen thought of what the outside world said.
"Your name is Liu Minzhi, and you are a famous person. Did you know?"
Fuchen's eyes were bright and he continued to ask various questions.
The big zombie was like a teddy bear, standing in a daze with dull eyes, shaking its head at various questions.
"They are talking a lot, saying that you are the last great scientist of mankind! They say that you are a young genius!"
"Hey, they said you were only 22 years old when you died, and you were already a doctor!"
"They also say that you are a brain bug, and you know everything about the brain. The brain itself doesn't know it, but you do! You know how many grooves there are."
The big zombie shook his head and shook his head again.
He has no memory of his life.
Don't know who I am.
No need to know either.
"Eh." Fuchen was discouraged and sat on the stool, licking his mouth and wanting to drink milk.
The most memorable thing about this room is the milk.
Fuchen thought of milk tea and immediately ran out to make it himself.
The big zombie ignored her constant play and went to the room to tidy up the room for her.
It’s still the same princess bed. The pink suit remains the same.
Go back to the study, find the appropriate textbook, and wait for Fuchen to come back with a cup of instant milk tea. The big zombie is standing next to the desk, "Homework. Two hours of homework."
Fuchen bit the straw and was stunned.
Homework again.
She hasn't done any homework for a long time.
The big zombie stood quietly beside the desk, saying nothing, urging or making trouble.
Often at this time, the temperless zombies become somewhat majestic inexplicably.
Fuchen took a step back.
The big zombie stared at her as she left, looking straight at her without saying a word.
Fuchen took another step back and stopped at the door.
One second.
His feet still landed, he closed the door instantly, ran into his bedroom and closed the door.
sleep!
The next minute, the sound of a big zombie reading in the study was heard outside the door.
The big zombie's voice is not pleasant.
The sound is even more uncomfortable before going to bed.
Three hundred poems were read as if "burning the piano as wood".
I can only say that I am used to it, I am used to this low and dry voice.
Fuchen: "..."
She suppressed her temper, opened the door, and then opened the study door, "I won't read, why don't you read by yourself for two hours?"
The big zombie is speechless.
Fuchen rolled his eyes. How could a child not do homework for two hours of training? The parents did it themselves?
She walked over and sat on the chair vacated by the big zombie, reading poems she didn't understand.
In front of the desk, the masters of the house were gathered around again.
The dust in the room appears in the sunlight, rising and falling with the air currents.
Fuchen read on patiently.
The big zombie understands the meaning but does not understand the feelings. He understands the meaning and swallows it whole.
"The rain hits the banana trees and they fall", "The solitary smoke rises in the desert", there are only expressions but no scenes.
Fuchen was all reading the story, listening to what the big zombie was talking about. He held his head and eyelids open and braced himself to listen.
Once the two hours were up, Fuchen's hands fell down, his head fell on the table, and he fell asleep.
The big zombie stared at Fuchen, squatted down, picked him up, and walked to the bedroom.
Close the door and finally look at the dust on the princess's bed before exiting.
Sitting at the table, staring into the empty darkness.
He doesn't need sleep.
No need for a bed.
That's good.
Everything is as usual, and the years are going well.
