The zombie slowly shook its head and stared at the corpse puppet controlled by Ling Mo in confusion. In his opinion, this kind of zombie was obviously very low-level. According to common sense, it was impossible to see through his methods of luring enemies. You must know that he had already
Try to provoke as much as possible within the scope of conditions. Even if the other party feels his powerful aura, they will be unable to control themselves and rush over... But what is the situation now?
"Are you scared? It's okay. You can calm down first." Ling Mo turned his eyes around and soon found what he was looking for on an iron chain.
The zombie stared at Ling Mo with wide eyes as he walked over, then stretched out two deformed fingers to pinch the sign.
"Hey, I thought you were overlord-level..." Ling Mo glanced at it and suddenly looked up at the zombie in surprise.
The brand recorded all aspects of the zombie's information in detail, and one of the data, which was obviously updated in real time, caught Ling Mo's attention. The virus concentration in the blood was 47%, which was already higher than Ling Mo's previous data.
What I saw on that report.
"So you are king-level?" Ling Mo's question was obviously in vain. He became more and more fluent as he spoke, but the zombie became more and more shocked, and now he was completely stunned.
It's quite new to see this expression on the face of a high-level zombie, and it's not what a wild zombie should show. Either he has been locked up here for a long time, or he is simply artificially created by the experimental team
Cultivated. Ling Mo thinks the former is more likely. High-level zombies are not that easy to raise. Even the experimental group knows to feed zombies with gel or brood. But they do not have the ability to collect these two in large quantities.
conditions of things.
Catching zombies alive, extracting blood... There is nothing wrong with posting such tasks. But what if you add "brain harvesting" to it? It's like disemboweling. For zombies, this is as normal as peeling a banana peel.
, but for those humans who are not from the medical field, this is definitely a stimulating challenge, not to mention brain-picking to obtain objects. After all, perverts are in the minority...
Ling Mo turned the sign over and took a look, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh, it turns out you are a mutated zombie."
He grinned and looked at the zombie with great interest. In the eyes of this mutated zombie, although the muscles on its face were still stiff and its expression was extremely weird, for some reason, he suddenly felt...
Nothing bad.
"Bangdang..."
The chain began to sway again as the zombie twisted. He stared as Ling Mo walked to the left side of the door, opened the cabinet and took out an aluminum sterilization box, and then slowly walked towards him.
"Woooo..."
"Okay. They blocked your mouth just to make you keep your voice down. It's useless no matter how much you scream." Ling Mo put the aluminum box on the ground, raised his head and said sincerely.
"Woo!"
"No. 101, right? I'm quite surprised why you were given such a low number... maybe to highlight your specialness?" Ling Mo's tone sounded like casual chat, but in fact he was also
He was indeed getting close to this zombie. It's quite weird if you think about it carefully. In the middle of the night, he controlled a corpse puppet to sneak into this secret laboratory and chatted with a tied up zombie...
101 stopped calling because Ling Mo had already opened the aluminum box.
"I expected that there would be a lancet and an oversized syringe, but it's really inappropriate to put this short saw here..." Ling Mo took out the saw. After looking at it twice, he asked.
"You think so?"
101's eyes turned sharply, and he finally understood. Not only could this kind of creature not be treated as prey, he also wanted to hunt him in turn! Under normal circumstances, this kind of low-level creature could be poked with any finger.
Death, but now he is tied like a twist vine and has no use for anything but his mouth!
Seeing Ling Mo standing up with the saw, 101 finally couldn't help blurting out: "What is a violation?"
"You speak very fluently as expected." Ling Mo looked up and down 101 playfully. Although his mouth was restrained by the iron chain, he still had no problem opening his mouth. At most, there were some restrictions on him. He could not even think about biting.
, can speak naturally.
"You...what are you?" 101 sniffed with a vigilant look on his face. Although the same kind of person in front of him exuded the same kind of atmosphere, there were too many things wrong with him.
"I should ask you this." Ling Mo said while playing with the 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.
But as a zombie, he really doesn't know how to hide it... The words "I want to negotiate terms" are vividly displayed on his face with his frequent blinks and expectant eyes.
"You answer the question and I'll let you out." Ling Mo said.
101's eyes widened again, and then he struggled violently, and the chains rattled: "Great! So you escaped too?"
"You answer the question, not me." Ling Mo rolled his eyes. I have to say that this 101's brain is quite good, and it is much stronger than ordinary mutant zombies.
etc……
An idea suddenly flashed in Ling Mo's mind, and his eyes immediately changed when he looked at 101.
Higher intelligence than ordinary mutated zombies... Could this be the mother body?
The more Ling Mo thought about it, the more likely it seemed that the one in front of him was probably the mother zombie that created No. 1!
Seeing Ling Mo looking at him with a strange look, 101 twisted his upper body that had lost his arms, and asked indifferently: "Old... fellow, what do you want to ask me?"
"Are you the mother's body?" Ling Mo opened his mouth and asked.
"Mother..." 101 thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Can't you see that I am a male?"
"...My fault, let me put it another way. Are they locking you here to extract your blood?" Ling Mo asked again.
101's eyelids immediately drooped. After a few seconds, he raised his head with a ferocious expression, and the chains clattered again: "It's not just blood! They extracted various liquids from my body, all kinds! There are
Blood, bone marrow,..."
"Okay! I understand!" Ling Mo quickly stopped. If he continued like this, he felt that his ears would be seriously injured.
Looking at the saw in his hand, Ling Mo suddenly showed a look of disgust, and his eyes immediately turned to 101's thigh.
101 was stunned and immediately closed his legs nervously: "No, they actually started from the abdomen..."
"It's okay if it's not..." Ling Mo immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Look, my arm was amputated by them too!" 101 was very resentful.
"Huh? Isn't this to prevent you from escaping?" Ling Mo was a little stunned.
101 shook his head: "No! Because they put it in the ice very carefully. Maybe they think it tastes better after being chilled... Damn humans."
"Uh... no, no one is interested in your meat, really." Ling Mo said coldly.
"What do you mean? Don't look at me like this now. My meat was very popular before." 101 was angry instead.
Ling Mo also roughly understood that 101's body had suffered a lot from being used as a virus production machine for a long time. His ability to survive was all due to his super recovery ability, but some permanent injuries were inevitable, such as this
A wrinkled look.
But this is the first time Ling Mo has encountered such a narcissistic zombie, and his narcissistic angle... really has the characteristics of a zombie.
Although 101 didn't know where his flesh and blood was used, Ling Mo was already sure that this was the mother zombie.
"One more question..." Ling Mo pinched his chin and stared at 101, "What is your mutation...?"
Just from 101’s appearance, you really can’t see his mutation...
Unexpectedly, Ling Mo's question made 101 suddenly look sad again.
After a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked forward and said: "Low... similar..."
"If you want to call out to the lower-level species, just do it. There's no need to hold it back..."
"Then take this thing farther away... don't interrupt me." 101 continued, "Similar, do you have a noun about human beings in your memory?"
"What is it..." Looking at the sad expression that 101 deliberately imitated, Ling Mo had already guessed the ending...
"Gibbon..." 101 sighed, "My hands can flexibly circle the body twice, and they have two fingers!"
"Why do you emphasize the two fingers with a proud look..." The thinking of wild zombies is indeed difficult to understand...
"What do you know? In the human world, two-finger meditation is highly respected. Have you ever heard of two-finger Zen? Forget it, I don't expect you to know much about the human world... What are you doing?"
101 suddenly closed his mouth.
Ling Mo picked up the lancet with one hand and pulled out a bottle at the same time: "I sympathize with your experience, but now you have to cooperate with me."
"What are you doing..." 101 asked with his eyes widened.
"Lend me some blood. It might hurt a little, but you should be used to it, right? Relax, don't go crazy."
Ling Mo grinned, and then decisively walked around behind 101. It was certainly not safe in front of him, but behind him, he could only stare.
"Why...you...oooo!"
While 101 was struggling, Ling Mo in the dormitory showed a satisfied smile.
The mother body was finally found, and the virus was obtained...
However, Ling Mo was still quite concerned about the whereabouts of 101's arm.
He could figure out how to use it after extracting the virus, but what could he do with amputating his arm?
