For a moment, it seemed that the zombies of the whole building crowded towards this floor.

Those zombies stepped on the bodies of other zombies and rushed towards the base commander without hesitation.

Even if the lightning on the base commander can kill them in an instant, they still don't stop at all.

All the zombies rushed over, the base commander did not hesitate, and directly asked them to be a good man in their next life.

In less than an hour, the corpses of zombies had piled up to the ceiling, and countless zombies climbed on the corpses of zombies, barely squeezing through the gap.

In the end, there was no gap.

The angry roar of the zombie sounded from behind the mountain of corpses.

"Quiet ―"

A rough and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

This voice is like a child's voice, but it is not as clear and pleasant as a child's voice, nor does it hear any innocent taste.

In an instant, the angry and roaring zombie quieted down, and the just bustling building quieted down.

There was no unexpected expression on the base's long face.

The Zombie King has seen more than one head and two ends. The owner of this voice is just a senior zombie who has just learned to speak. For him, it does not pose any threat.

He raised his eyes and looked at the mountains of corpses in front of him. The corpses moved slowly.

It's not the corpse moving, it's the zombie pulling the corpse of the zombie. It looks like the corpse has moved.

The thunder and lightning on the base commander loomed, and looked at the zombies moving in front of him calmly.

Soon, a rotten head appeared.

This is a rotten head belonging to a child. There is a big smile on its face. The smile almost reaches the root of its ears, and the corners of its mouth exude black blood.

From its appearance, this is a high-level zombie about six or seven years old.

Judging from the rotten flesh on his face, he has not reached the level of Zombie King.

The black gums closed one by one, and the rough and hoarse voice sounded in the quiet building.

"Do you think I look like my father?"

The zombie child smiled at the base, but his voice roared with a trace of anger.

"I don't know your father."

The base leader's calm opening.

The zombie child was stunned and slowly retracted his head. The zombie body moved again. It seemed that it was looking for someone inside.

Ten minutes later, the rotten head came out of the center of the body again, and its rotten little hand pulled the body of an adult zombie.

Adult zombies are so fat that children aged six or seven can't move at all.

What's more, there are mountains of zombies on adult zombies.

The little hands of the child zombie seemed to have no muscles and were full of rotten meat, but their strength was frightening. He pulled the adult zombie out with one pull.

"Do you think we look like?"

The zombie child's mouth grinned to his ears again. His eyes were not as clear as children's, with a touch of bloodthirsty.

The reason why the child came here was because the neighbor said he didn't look like his father, so his father came to take him for paternity test.

It happened that the end of the day came and he never went home again.

Generally speaking, after becoming a zombie, the memory belonging to human beings will become chaotic. Unless it is a special obsession, it can only think of those memories after becoming a high-level zombie.

The problem that he looks like his father is his obsession.

A child of six or seven years old, who was innocent, was suspected by his father that he was not his own because of a gossip from his neighbor.

Inexplicably came to this institution for blood test

The base commander glanced at the zombie. His facial features had all rotted and his face was ferocious.

Even single eyelids and double eyelids can't see, let alone look like them!

The base commander took another look at the exposed rotten head.

It can only be seen that it is a child's zombie. Its eyes, nose and mouth are all on its face, but it is covered by rotten meat. It is impossible to distinguish it.

But the head of the base still sees a key place. The face shape of children is different from that of adults.

Children have a round face and a small head, while adults have a long face.

If you only look at the face, it really doesn't look like your own.

But the face shape can not determine whether it is a biological problem.

The base looked serious and said, "this needs an experiment."

"How to experiment?"

The voice of the child's zombie is as hoarse as ever, but with a touch of excitement.

Obsession is also painful for zombies, especially conscious zombies.

"Paternity testing."

The base chief pointed to the door behind him.

"Good!"

The child's Zombie lit a rotten head.

In fact, it doesn't understand what paternity testing is. It only knows that his father came here to ask if the people inside are his own.

After the apocalyptic outbreak, the funniest scene was staged in this well-known appraisal institution.

The base commander of Yunhua security base, who is known as the strongest power, is bending down and cutting a small piece of rotten meat from a zombie.

The child zombie pulled a piece of rotten meat from his face and threw it in front of the base commander without hesitation.

There was a touch of excitement in the bloodthirsty eyes.

The base leader calmly picked it up and walked towards the room.

The child's Zombie was also ready to follow the base commander, but the base commander blocked the door.

"Family members stay!"

The base leader pointed to the sign at the door and looked serious.

There was a moment of confusion on the child's Zombie face. He looked at the long fingers of the base and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The smell of blood from the base commander made him extremely eager, but he endured it with his weak consciousness.

It wants to know whether it is the father's son or not.

The child zombie growled in a low voice, restrained the bloodthirsty impulse in his brain, and waited at the door, staring straight at the door, like a small sculpture.

The meat is rotten, but there is still DNA. The base commander put two pieces of rotten meat into another machine.

Leng Yebai never thought that his paternity test report and the paternity test report of the zombie were born in the same room.

The child's corpse outside the door is waiting, and the base manager of Yunhua base is also waiting.

They are all waiting for an identification result.

With a slight click, the machine with long base and cold night white hair stopped working.

Unknowingly, it's been three hours.

The base commander took a deep breath, just about to walk over, but stopped.

After thinking about it, the base commander pulled up the white coat on one side and put it on him carefully.

Like this, the test results may become the same as what he thinks!

When the finger turned on the machine, the long finger of the base trembled slightly.

Twenty six years, twenty-six years missed.

It should have been everyone's envy of happiness. Now there are three people in a family. Now only he is waiting for a result, waiting to tell the underground people the result.