This was the first time that Ling Mo truly experienced how other people treated zombies.
From a human perspective, there is nothing wrong with this, but Ling Mo still found it very shocking.
The man with acne marks repeatedly hit the advanced zombie's head with an electric baton, while another researcher came over and plunged the needle into the zombie's arm.
After a syringe full of blood was drained, the advanced zombie was tortured until it became faint.
Several times, Ling Mo was ready to cut off the mental connection, but the person drawing blood stopped the acne-marked man in time.
"Killing him won't give you anything to eat. All the high-level zombies we caught before are dead. This is just the most suitable test subject at the moment! I'm a little excited just thinking about it."
A smile appeared on the researcher's fat face, and then he carefully placed the syringe in the box.
Ling Mo noticed that there was a whole box of ice cubes inside. In fact, even without cryogenic preservation, the viruses in the zombie blood could remain viable for a long time.
"Can you really study the active phase of the virus by taking a tube of blood at different times every day?" asked the man with acne scars.
"Probably. Although I used to be a doctor...but hell, I was just a pediatrician! But judging from the data obtained now, no matter what kind of zombies they are, when they have no target to attack, their bodies will fall into a deep sleep, just like
It is a short-term deep sleep for us humans. It can quickly gain physical strength and minimize energy consumption, just like hibernation. Then when they restart their computer...it will start in seconds without buffering."
The man said while packing the box.
"The recovery speed of these monsters is really amazing. We are short of medicine now, but they don't need medicine. It would be great if we could extract these things that are beneficial to us."
The man with acne scars turned around and glared at the advanced zombie with disgust and said.
"Forget it, I won't let those viruses enter my body anyway. What we need to study is how to kill zombies faster. The more advanced zombies are, the harder they are to hit. How many sharpshooters do you think we have? But what if
It would be great if we could develop something that can cause death, no matter where it hits, it can kill them immediately. It would be like the silver bullet that kills vampires."
The fat-faced man laughed, closed the box, then turned and walked towards the car door.
"Do you know that thing found in the back of the zombies' brains? It's like a stone? I heard that it is a combination of most of the viruses in their bodies. It should be controlling the central nervous system of the zombies, right? By the way, do you know?
Do you know that there is a superpower who gave these zombies a more detailed classification?"
The man with acne marks followed and said.
The fat-faced man sneered: "It's not like I'm playing games, I'm still level..."
"But it is indeed very useful. At least you know the characteristics of each level of zombies, so you can fight in a targeted manner. But even zombies of the same level have individual differences. If you underestimate the enemy because of this, you will definitely die miserably."
Ling Mo's body immediately reached out and touched his backpack.
As expected, the information Su Qianrou gave him was not comprehensive at all. It was completely evasive.
The progress of the camp's research on zombies is obviously much more advanced than what the data says.
Although the information these two people mentioned was discovered by Ling Mo long ago.
But this also means that the evolutionary rules, action patterns, and even thinking patterns of zombies are gradually being exposed to these humans.
This is not a good thing for Ye Lian and the others...
Ling Mo was a little confused for a while. Should he consider humans from the perspective of humans, or should he consider the perspective of zombies?
"Forget it. Let them do whatever they want to study, but no matter who wants to harm Ye Lian and the others, I won't allow it! Now this is also an opportunity for me..."
Seeing that they were about to leave the bus, Ling Mo's heart moved. He suddenly controlled this advanced zombie and opened its mouth: "Aw..."
"Shut up!"
The man with the acne mark was startled, and turned around to glare at the zombie.
Ling Mo was also a little anxious, but it was not easy to control the corpse puppet to speak.
He "ouched" several times before finally shouting vaguely: "Stop...stop...stop!"
The two researchers were immediately dumbfounded.
After they glanced at each other, they immediately rushed to Ling Mo's corpse like crazy.
The man with acne scars even threw away his baton in a hurry, and then took out a recording pen from his pocket.
"Fuck! Fuck! This monster is finally willing to speak! This time it's done. This is indeed a high-level zombie with high intelligence!"
He rushed to the corpse puppet, his hand holding the recording pen trembling.
The fat-faced man swallowed, looked at the corpse puppet excitedly, and asked, "Do you want to talk? What do you want to say? Don't worry, even if you say you want to eat us, it's okay, we won't kill you."
The man with acne marks bumped him with his elbow: "Zombies are not afraid of death."
"You stopped talking? Do you want to eat something?"
The fat-faced man looked very excited. He actually took out a bag of virus gel from another sealed refrigerator.
These virus gels have not been cleaned, and there are still some fragments left on them.
And just looking at the quality, it doesn’t seem to be that good...
But after taking a look at the refrigerator, Ling Mo felt that his guess might be wrong.
Their aftermath work has probably been going on for three days or more...
"You... you..."
Ling Mo struggled to control the corpse puppet and continued: "What do you know about us? You...weak...little humans..."
After finishing speaking, Ling Mo couldn't help but rub his eyebrows.
I never thought there would be a day when he would say such things...
The man with the acne marks was stunned for a moment, then sneered, and hit the corpse puppet on the head with a baton: "Isn't this monster stupid! What do you know? You know a lot more! You are still the same as us in appearance, but in fact
No matter what kind of tests are conducted, it all proves that you are monsters whose first principle of action is killing! Human flesh? Eat! Same kind? Eat! Mutated beasts? Eat! What on earth don’t you eat?"
"But you...you don't know...how strong we are...how to kill...better...kill us..."
After controlling the corpse puppet, Ling Mo's body couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
This kind of vocal cord is like a jammed tape, which is really not a good feeling.
Ling Mo touched Ye Lian's head, then leaned over and kissed her: "Our girl has been working really hard."
However, as soon as he was distracted, the corpse puppet immediately stretched its neck and almost touched the face of the man with acne marks.
This sudden scene scared the man with acne scars and screamed like a wild cat: "Oh my God! He just wanted to bite me!"
"Tell me...I will...answer your questions...human beings...but I can...can tell if you are...lying..."
The corpse puppet's eyes turned to the acne-marked man's chest, focusing on his heart.
This is an advanced zombie. Although its eyes are a little dazed after being controlled, it is difficult to see any flaws compared to mutant zombies or ordinary zombies.
It was probably the first time they met the corpse puppet who negotiated the conditions. After the two looked at each other for a while, the fat-faced man immediately said: "Okay!"
"We don't know enough about you yet, but we already know that mutated zombies have appeared, and they are stronger than ordinary zombies all day long. Their individual strength is about... between mutant and advanced zombies... Listen...
You don’t understand this, right? Anyway, I’m a little worse than you. Then, we know that there are stronger zombies among you. They are few in number, difficult to catch, and very cunning. There are also some clues..."
After the fat-faced man finished speaking, the acne-marked man hesitated for a moment, and then said: "There is no better way to kill you... I haven't found a better way yet..."
"We've finished talking. Now can I let you answer the question? How did you evolve? Besides devouring each other, what else did you do?"
Ten minutes later, as a roar came from the bus, the two researchers walked out depressedly.
"Fuck! A monster is a monster. We told him everything, but he actually pretended to be stupid with us! He could only scream! He even bit my recorder to pieces!"
"He knows it's useless. Is it possible that he plans to tell other zombies? These monsters..."
"Submit the situation just now. The superiors won't think we are lying, right? Forget it... let's just hand him over to them..."
These people probably never imagined that anyone would be interested in zombies, so after they left, the bus parked here without anyone guarding it.