In the darkest time before dawn, the silent army is marching in the city. Unfortunately, it is not in uniform appearance, because these corpses don't even have heads, and their clothes are in tatters, like refugees.
Equally dilapidated is Mr. Hunter's house. This kind of house even has mouse holes in the corners. It has no sound insulation effect at all. The sound of the man snoring on the sofa is like a chainsaw, and there are many headless living corpses walking around.
When passing this doorway, they would slow down, as if looking for the source of the sound.
However, this problem can be easily solved. Su Ming asked Strangler to help close the man's mouth, so that the sound of snoring suddenly decreased.
The living corpses outside the door did not stop any longer. They were moving towards the city center like a tide.
Mimi, who was holding the catnip can, raised her head, licked her little nose, and asked the death knell with her eyes.
No need to speak, Su Ming knew what it meant, so he stretched out his fingers and wrote quickly on the dusty desktop:
"There is indeed something wrong. Where are their heads?"
Yes, that's the problem. Su Ming himself also plays a zombie army. The cost of this kind of cannon fodder is super low, but it is very lethal when used. What's more, as an undead army, there is no need for logistics, and it can spread fear and negative energy at the same time.
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But as we all know, zombies have a relatively simple attack method, either scratching or biting. Before the emergence of advanced mutants, ordinary little zombies could only use these two attacks, and they couldn't even use the roots of old trees.
So now Su Ming is a little confused. These living zombies should have similar attack methods to zombies, but the living zombies produced by Proraya are all headless. Isn't this equivalent to scrapping one of the two attack methods?
Then there is only one explanation, that is, Prolaya did this deliberately, using their heads to do more valuable things, and this value is much higher than what their physical attack power can provide.
Deathstroke probably has some ideas.
Seeing the death knell writing in dust, the little cat also put down the can, and while peeking through the cracks in the curtain at the passing legions outside, he wrote the same words with his paws:
"It's a bit weird indeed. They don't have heads, but they can hear sounds and even look around, as if their heads have become nothingness."
"Maybe they are online." Su Ming wrote this sentence, shook his head and left the window sill. There were not enough clues now, so he had to keep his guesses in his heart.
Prepare backup plans for several possibilities and discuss them later.
The sound of rustling footsteps was still heard outside the window. It lasted for about five minutes, and the headless zombies finally walked away.
They did not launch active attacks on the buildings on the roadside, but this did not mean that they did not attack everyone. It was already before dawn, and some poor migrant workers would get up early and go out.
Su Ming didn't see their ending, but he heard the screams and the sound of blood splattering. Super soldiers have super hearing.
"The poor always die first." Su Ming touched the cat's head, took away the empty can the cat had eaten, and fed it dried fish: "Rich people won't get up so early, so naturally they won't
You will encounter living corpses on the road."
"This is fate." The cat sucked the dried fish into its mouth, and its barbed tongue was very flexible: "Sometimes humans and cats are quite similar. They both live in the city and may encounter various accidents at any time. Luck
He almost died."
It is obviously very experienced in this, because the life of stray cats is indeed very difficult, especially the war with wild dogs, which is simply like a battle between hell and heaven, with no end in sight.
As for human beings, the most common ones are involution and internal fighting, which is not much better.
"Forget it, forget about those unlucky guys, just die." Su Ming took the remote control from the strangulating tentacles, sat on the arm of the sofa, hugged Maomao and asked: "What program do you want to watch? I'll give it to you
After checking, I found that Hunter’s home is also equipped with cable TV. It seems that his home used to be an annual subscriber and there should be no outstanding payments.”
"Huh? It seems that no matter how dilapidated the place is, it still has its merits." The cat became interested. It tilted its little head and thought for a while: "Tune me a fishing show, I want to learn to fish."
Yes, this is probably the limitation of Dream of a Thousand Cats. Cats don’t know how to fish, so as the collective subconscious mind, it naturally doesn’t know how to do it.
But it wasn't a big problem. Su Ming took the remote control and identified the buttons, and soon found a fishing program on the cable pay channel. Fortunately, the basic course of sea fishing was being broadcast right now.
Mimi looked at the sea on the screen and the delicious sea fish in the host's hand, and licked the corner of her mouth.
However, happy times are always short-lived. After the cats watched the program for about half an hour, accompanied by footsteps like a tank crushing, Mother Ye walked downstairs. The woman straightened the folds on her skirt and said to them
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"We found my sister's hiding place. If there are no other problems, we will set off."
Su Ming raised his hand to signal a moment, nodded to the bespectacled sorcerer behind Mu Ye, and motioned for him to take a step to speak. Then in the kitchen, he told him his solution to the cost of casting spells, and took out some ready-made items from his pocket.
of food for him.
The poor boy had been busy all night, and he had to go to school in two hours. There was basically no chance of catching up on sleep, but at least he didn't have to worry about breakfast.
"Thank you, Deathstroke, you are completely different from the Deathstroke I know."
Holding the roasted camel legs given to him by Deathstroke and holding a large burning mushroom cigar in his mouth, Hunter was very moved. He raised his glasses and wiped the moist corners of his eyes with his little finger:
"No one has grilled meat for me since my mother died."
"People are different. Even though the old man and I are both death knells, there are differences. This is very common in parallel universes."
Su Ming, who knows best about barbecue, patted the wizard on the arm. In Europe and the United States, physical contact is often popular to express intimacy, so he often uses his hands and feet when communicating with others to enhance his credibility:
"Go ahead, remember my words, transfer the cost of casting the spell, so that no more relatives and friends will be killed. You are 16 years old this year, which is the legal age for marriage in the UK. Find a wife, what do you want in the future?
You can eat as much barbecue as you want.”
"I said, Slade, are you addicted to being a matchmaker?" The bad cat on the shoulder covered his mouth and laughed. He thought this was very funny.
Because young Hunter still looked like a big kid, Deathstroke's words made him blush. Which young man hasn't imagined what his future partner will be like? But the little wizard was still too shy and looked blushing.