Chapter 1131

In fact, Lin Wuer doesn't want to know that Li Jie and Li Jie ask her these questions with their eyes?

In her impression, she had never known such a fat woman, or even such a super tonnage woman, but the woman could call out her name.

The most important thing is that although the voice of the zombie woman is weak, Lin Wuer is familiar after listening to it.

A zombie who should have been dead for at least three days but resurrected is enough to scare Lin Wuer. She can also shout her name and let her listen to the voice deja vu -- what adjectives should be used to describe Lin's sense of reality at this time?

There are no words that can describe Lin Wuer's current feelings, just like her first reaction after listening to the zombie woman shouting her name is to stop Li Jie from taking a knife and trying to blind the zombie woman's eyes.

Lin Wuer admits that zombie women are weird. It's nothing. Zombies can be called zombies if they're not weird. But since you speak, you have to say who you are. You're about to say it, but you close your eyes again in time and pretend to be dead. What's the matter!

Who is she?

These three words, like a long dragon, churned endlessly in Lin Wuer's mind, churning out the women she could imagine, including those poor people who died unfortunately, from the depths of her memory for her to choose to determine her goal.

Unfortunately, she thought about it, not that she didn't expect the voice to be similar to the woman she knew, but that she thought of several, some alive and some dead.

There are too many targets to choose from. It's also hard to distinguish. Just like Cao Cao, the old ancestor of the tomb robber, Prime Minister Cao made 70 or 80 fake graves after his death, but he hid in the real mausoleum. Hey hey, smile: boys, the prime minister sees you tossing around here.

"Lin, President Lin, what should I do?"

Li Jie was the first to react. He slowly put down his knife and whispered to Lin Wuer what to do next.

If the zombie woman is always dead, even if she beats her chest and feet to remind Lin Wuer who she is, President Lin will simply throw her into the sea to feed fish or bury her in the fertile land in the wilderness after checking her.

But now she called out President Lin's name and tried to introduce herself -- although she didn't say it (as in the movie, whenever a character was about to say a person's name or a shocking conspiracy, she would hang up and leave a mess for the male and female protagonists to comb and grass while combing), she also clearly expressed her meaning: President Lin, Acquaintances, we are acquaintances. Pull the sisters quickly and don't fall into a well!

"What should I do?"

Lin Wuer blinked and murmured, "I, how do I know -- you first check her context to see if she is a living person."

Dead people, zombies, no matter how they look like living people, they won't have context. This is a necessary common sense at home. If this woman doesn't have context, even if she pretends to be poor, treats and gifts, plus threats and inducements, she can't escape the bad luck of being destroyed.

The dead don't go with the living. You can't live in your world. Come to the sun and toss around.

After Li Jie got the order, he no longer hesitated. The scribe grabbed the fat woman's right hand, turned the saber upside down, broke the thin ice wrapped around her arm with the handle, and lifted it carefully.

If you use more force, you may have a fracture and other phenomena. In this way, it is more likely that zombies wake up again, and then rage to work hard with Li Jie. That's not what he wants to see.

All professionals who fight and kill basically know the basic skills of pulse. Li Jie himself is also very interested in traditional Chinese medicine. In his spare time, he has read Xinglin masterpieces such as the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic and Qianjin recipe, which is far better than those Mongolian doctors.

"She, she still has a pulse, very weak!"

Li Jie narrowed his eyes slightly, put three fingers of his right hand on the woman's wrist for a moment, and said in great surprise.

He really wanted to test the artery under the woman's neck, but she was so fat that she had no neck. Even her wrist was so fat that Li Jie could detect a weak pulse, which was enough to put on a white coat and hang a pot to help the world.

No matter weak or not, as long as there is a pulse, it is a living person.

The three people are only afraid of zombies, but they are not afraid of living people. Even if they are very surprised, the woman has not been frozen to death after freezing for so long.

It seems that if we want to explain this strange phenomenon, we can only use the theories in science fiction: when the future human civilization develops to a considerable disadvantage, human beings will not get sick. Everyone is like that bastard turtle. They can live for thousands of years without getting old and dying. They are really tired of living. It is also a matter of how they toss and don't die.

What if you get tired of it?

Then it's best to freeze yourself for three or five hundred years, just like setting an alarm clock. When the bell rings at the time, it will automatically revive, break the cocoon, oh, no, break the ice, and then shout: honey, where are you? I'm back again -- what, you have given birth to more than 30 babies for other men while I'm frozen? Sleeping trough, don't go, take your life!

However, it is obvious that the current human civilization has not reached the level described in science fiction. How long after the woman was frozen, she did not die, and can only be described as "miracle".

At present, the best way to deal with it is to call the police, let the relevant state departments intervene, take her to the laboratory, slice her for research, and look for the mystery of her life that she was frozen for several days but did not die.

It's just that it seems a little unkind. After all, people have just made it clear that they asked President Lin to give her a hand.

After Lin Wuer pondered for a moment, the whole person completely returned to the sun, and his brain thought operated with the fastest whine, and soon came to the most correct conclusion: "take her back to the company and talk about others!"

Lin always has orders. Don't dare not obey. Li Jie and Xin Ziqi immediately nodded and said OK.

On the contrary, Shen Yuru, who stayed in the car, was surprised but didn't ask much after seeing Li Jie and Li Jie laboriously carry the body onto a small pickup truck (the car is owned by the company, which is convenient for pulling some new year goods and so on).

Shen Yuru also thought of the idiom "destroy the corpse and destroy the trace". He just sighed in his heart and began to recite the Vajra Sutra silently for the poor man: where did you come from? You'd better go back. This is not your hometown; Injustice has its head, debt has its owner. Don't provoke our orphans and widows, or I'll turn against you.

Soon, the two cars drove out of the wharf and disappeared into the brightly lit highway traffic.

This night, for most people in the world, is a very ordinary and ordinary night, because they have not experienced the real scene of the sudden resurrection of zombies.

Only those salmon that fell to the ground from the container looked at the sky with wide eyes and were unwilling: people can live. Why can't I just wait to be eaten?

When Xin Ziqi opened the container door, he slipped out of it and onto the ground.

They left in a hurry after locking the container door. Who would care about these fish on the ground? They will soon deteriorate after the ice and snow melt and become garbage on this summer night.

Waste is undoubtedly shameful. Lin Wuer has lived just a few days, and she doesn't care. Some people care. This is an old man in dock stevedore's work clothes. He suddenly looks 70 and 80 from a distance. Take a closer look. Suddenly he is at least 20 years younger. If you take a closer look, it will make people feel that he is at most 40 years old this year.

The more you look at it carefully, the more you can't see how old the old man is. He looks particularly obscene and talks a lot. When he is alone, he murmurs endlessly. He walks over from the shadow not far from the container and bends down to pick up a fish. His eyes flash with joy: "salmon stewed potatoes, just put more spices to cover up the fishy smell, It can be regarded as a delicacy in the world. "

There are many kinds of delicious food in the world.

The key is that this thing can't be distinguished. It's the so-called green vegetables and turnips. Each has his own love. That's what it means.

From the donkey's point of view, a big bone with a lot of fat is the delicacy of the world. All the sea god abalone, bird's nest and shark's fin roll aside. It's just idle eggs, light pain aristocrats, and the whole thing. Brother donkey doesn't care to see more. When there are big bones.

Maybe he was infected by the donkey, and Fang Yuan didn't think those things were delicious.

Of course, what can be called human delicacy depends on brother yuan's mood.

For example, when grinde brought fried wild vegetables and millet porridge, brother yuan glared and scolded, "grass, I'm also a very distinguished person now. Will you let me eat these things that upstart people only eat when they dress elegant?"

"Ah, what, boss, Qin Xiaobing made it himself. Since -- then I'll eat well. When I finish eating, I'll tell her that you ate it, so she won't be sad that she was refused to cook for you. "

Greene is one of brother yuan's most trusted confidants. He thinks about the boss all the time. When he turns around and leaves, he still thinks about how to describe to sister Xiaobing when he goes out with an empty plate and bowl. When the boss eats the rice she cooked himself, he praises it as a delicacy in the world, I almost bit my tongue and chewed it down.

"What, Qin Xiaobing made it for me?"

As soon as Fang Yuan heard this, he raised his hand, grabbed Greene's shoulder, pulled him back, and asked angrily, "which ear did you hear me say that I don't like the food made by Xiaobing? Greene, I find your boy's mood is very abnormal now. I have to go to see the black snake! "

"Yes, boss, after breakfast, I'll find Lao Hei (black snake) and ask him to help me. Recently, I always have auditory hallucinations in my ears, which will delay a big deal."

Gerlinde immediately put the tray on several cases. He looked at the boss with a dignified look. His eyes contained light sadness, and he had all the hopes placed on the little advertisements posted on the street poles.

Fangyuan is very satisfied with grinde's knowledge and interest.

Since you are a younger brother, you must always remember three laws: first, the boss is right; Second, if the boss is wrong, he is still right; Third, if you really can't accept the boss's nonsense, please refer to Article 2.

"Well, go and have a look. The black snake's medical skills are still very good."

Fang Yuan sat down in an official voice, picked up his chopsticks and said casually, "in view of the reason that you have to spend money to see a doctor and take medicine when you are sick, the living expenses of you and Qin Dachuan have doubled since this month."

"Thank you, boss!"

Grinde quickly thanked, and the most appropriate look of joy appeared on his face.

The dead foreigner is becoming more and more flattering.

When brother yuan picked up a chopstick and fried wild vegetables, he thought so.