Chapter 738

"Woo..."

The zombie slowly shook its head and stared at the corpse puppet controlled by Ling Mo in doubt. In his view, this same kind is clearly very low-level, and it is impossible to see through his means of luring the enemy according to common sense. You should know that he has provoked as much as possible within the scope of conditions, and even if the other party feels his strong breath, it will not be able to control the rush... But now what is the situation?

"Scared? Nothing, 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 round eyes, and then stretched out two deformed fingers to hold the sign.

"Hey, I thought you were the overlord..." Ling Mo glanced, and suddenly looked up at the zombie in surprise.

All aspects of the Zombie's information were recorded in detail on the sign, one of which was obviously the real-time updated data, which attracted Ling Mo's attention. The virus concentration in the blood is 47%, which has exceeded what Ling Mo saw in that report before.

"So you are king?" Ling Mo obviously asked this for nothing. He said it more and more smoothly, but the zombie was more and more shocked. At this moment, the whole thing was numb.

This expression on the face of a high-level zombie is quite fresh, and it is not the performance of a wild zombie. He has either been locked up here for a long time, or he is simply artificially bred by the experimental group. Ling Mo thinks that the former is more likely, and high-level zombies are not so easy to raise. Even the experimental group knew to feed zombies with gel or mother nest. But they do not have the conditions to collect a large number of these two things.

Capturing zombies alive and drawing blood... It's no problem for such tasks to be released. But what if you add a "brain digging" on it? It's like cutting open the belly. It's as normal for zombies as peeling banana skins, but for those humans who are not born in the medical field, it's definitely an exciting challenge, let alone digging their brains for things. Abnormal people are a minority after all

Ling Mo turned the sign over again and looked at it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Oh, so you are a mutated zombie."

He grinned and looked at the zombie with great interest. And in the eyes of this mutant zombie. Although the same kind still had stiff facial muscles and extremely strange expressions, somehow, he suddenly felt a little bad.

"Bang dang..."

The iron chain shook again in the twist of the zombie. He stared at Ling Mo and walked to the left side of the door. He opened the cabinet and took out an aluminum disinfection box, and then walked slowly towards himself.

"Sobbing..."

"OK. They're blocking your mouth just to make you keep your voice down. It's no use shouting." Ling Mo put the aluminum box on the ground, looked up and said sincerely.

"Sobbing!"

"Serial number 101, right? I'm quite strange. Why do I give you such a backward serial number... Maybe it's to highlight your particularity?" Ling Mo's tone sounded like chatting. In fact, he was really flirting with the zombie. It's weird to think about it carefully. In the middle of the night, he controlled a corpse doll to sneak into this secret laboratory and gossip with a zombie tied up

101 don't cry anymore, because Ling Mo has opened the aluminum box.

"It's my expectation that there will be lancets and oversized syringes, but it's really against the rules to put this short saw here..." Ling Mo took out the saw. After looking twice, he asked. "You say so?"

101 his eyes turned sharply, and now he understood. This same kind not only can't be treated as prey, but also wants to hunt himself in turn! Under normal conditions, any finger of this low-level fellow can be stabbed to death, but now he is tied like a fried dough twist vine, and he can't use anything except a mouth!

Seeing that Ling Mo stood up with a saw, 101 finally couldn't help blurting out: "what is the violation?"

"You speak really fluently." Ling Mo ponders over 101. Although his mouth was strangled by the chain, he had no big problem opening his mouth. At most, it caused some restrictions on him. If you can think of biting, you can speak naturally.

"You... What are you?" 101 sniffed with vigilance on his face. Although the same kind in front of him smelled like the same kind all over, there were too many things wrong with him.

"I should ask you that." Ling Mo plays with the saw and says.

He doesn't think he can really threaten 101, but his zombie identity is an excellent smoke bomb.

"Why should I tell you?" 101 winked and said.

However, as a zombie, he really doesn't know how to hide... The high-frequency blinks and expectant eyes have vividly displayed the sentence that I want to talk about conditions on my face.

"Answer the question and I'll let you out." Ling Mo said.

101 stared again, and then suddenly struggled, and the chain sounded loudly: "great! So you also escaped?"

"You answered the question, not me." Ling Mo rolled his eyes. It has to be said that this 101 brain is still very easy to use, which is much better than the general mutated zombie.

Wait

Ling Mo's mind suddenly flashed, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at 101 again.

Higher intelligence than ordinary mutant zombies... Is this the mother?

The more Ling Mo thought about it, the more likely it was that this was the mother zombie that created No. 1!

Seeing that Ling Mo's eyes looking at him were full of weird, 101 twisted his upper body, which had lost his arm, and asked eagerly, "low... Same kind, what do you want to ask me?"

"Are you the matrix?" Ling Mo opened his mouth and asked.

"Mother..." 101 thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "can't you see that I'm a male?"

"... my fault, let me put it another way. Did they lock you up here to extract your blood?" Ling Mo asked again.

101's eyelids immediately drooped. A few seconds later, his expression was ferocious, and the chain roared again: "it's not just blood! They extracted all kinds of liquids from me, all kinds! There's blood, bone marrow, and..."

"OK! I see!" Ling Mo hurriedly stopped. If he continued like this, he felt that his ears would be seriously injured.

Looking at the saw in his hand, lingmerton showed a look of disgust, and his eyes closely turned to the root of 101's thigh.

101 stunned, he immediately closed his legs nervously: "no, they actually came from the abdomen..."

"If not..." Ling Mo immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look at my arm, it was also cut off by them!" 101 a lot of resentment.

"Hmm? Isn't this to prevent you from running away?" Ling Mo was a little stunned.

101 shook his head: "no! Because they put it in the ice very carefully, maybe they think it's better after freezing... Hateful human."

"Er... No, no one is interested in your meat, really." Ling Mo said coldly.

"What do you mean? Don't look at me now, my meat used to be very popular." 101 instead, he was angry.

Ling Mo also probably understands that 101 has been used as a virus generator for a long time, and its body has a lot of problems. His survival depends on his super recovery ability, but some permanent injuries are inevitable, such as this wrinkled appearance.

However, such a narcissistic zombie Ling Mo met for the first time, and his narcissistic perspective... Really has the characteristics of zombies.

Although 101 doesn't know where his flesh and blood are used, Ling Mo is sure that this is the maternal zombie.

"There's another problem..." Ling Mo pinched his chin and stared at 101, "what's your change...?"

From the appearance of 101 alone, I really can't see his changes

Unexpectedly, when Ling Mo asked, 101 immediately looked gloomy again.

After a while, he suddenly looked up to the front and said, "low... Like..."

"If you want to call a lower class, just call it, don't hold it..."

"Then take this thing away... Well, don't interrupt me." 101 continued, "like, do you have a noun about human beings in your memory?"

"What is it..." looking at 101's painstakingly imitated look of grief, Ling Mo has guessed the end

"Gibbon..." 101 sighed, "my hands can flexibly circle my body twice, or two fingers!"

"Why should I proudly emphasize two fingers..." the thinking of wild zombies is really difficult to understand

"What do you know? In the human world, two fingers are respected. Have you 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 shut his mouth.

Ling Mo picked up the lancet in one hand, and at the same time turned out a bottle: "I sympathize with your experience, but now you have to cooperate with me."

"What..." 101 stared and asked.

"Lend me some blood, and it may hurt a little, but it should be used to you? Relax, don't go crazy."

Ling Mo grinned, and then decisively walked around behind 101. It's certainly not safe in front of him, but behind him, he can only stare.

"Why are you... You... Sobbing!"

In the struggle of 101, Ling Mo in the accommodation building showed a satisfied smile.

Finally, the mother was found, and the virus came to hand

However, Ling Mo still cares about the whereabouts of 101's arm.

He can figure out the purpose of extracting the virus, but what can he do by cutting off his arm?