Chapter 588

Jiujiu raised her head and looked at 18. Her eyes were clever and soft, but her eyelids were slightly drooping. She looked listless, just like a cat who lost her spirit because of fatigue.

Eighteen when he saw Jiujiu's lovely appearance, his eyes couldn't help being gentle. He raised his hand and gently crossed Jiujiu's forehead. He took out the clothes, shoes, food and nutrients he collected for Jiujiu yesterday. He even prepared a bowl of preserved egg chicken porridge.

"One night at most, wait for me."

"Hmm!" when she heard that one night, the corners of Jiujiu's mouth were slightly invisible, but she turned down in an instant, her eyes shook, and her voice became soft: "OK, I'll wait for you."

Jiujiu's obedient words dissipated the last trace of doubt in eighteen hearts, and the corners of his mouth said slightly, "well, I'll go. If you have something, you can find me by this."

Eighteen put a small equipment especially similar to the mobile phone into Jiujiu's hand and whispered instructions.

Jiujiu nodded, "yes."

Eighteen turned around, walked away and turned his head. He looked at Jiujiu and opened his mouth: "don't you have anything to say to me?"

Jiujiu smiled: "be careful on the road."

After getting Jiujiu's care and advice, eighteen was satisfied to pick up the corners of his mouth and leave with big strides.

One hour after the 18th left, Jiujiu stayed in the house as she hoped, and even ate the preserved egg and shredded chicken porridge prepared by the 18th.

Porridge is soft and sticky, delicious and delicious. It is no different from a delicacy in the doomsday.

Jiujiu ate all the things he cherished one mouthful at a time, then carefully preserved the tube of nutrients, and then lay down on the bed, covered with a quilt and closed his eyes.

Eighteen rushed to the research room and observed Jiujiu through monitoring.

I thought Jiujiu would escape while she left, but I didn't expect Jiujiu to obediently eat the preserved egg and shredded chicken porridge, and even put away the noticeable nutrients. Finally, she went to rest as she said in her words.

After watching it for more than an hour, eighteen even heard Jiujiu's fine snoring because she fell asleep.

Just then we arrived at the laboratory.

Eighteen raised his watch and pressed the switch. A straight road suddenly appeared under the original ruins. Eighteen drove in. At the moment when eighteen entered, the road disappeared.

With the deepening of the 18th century, aircraft, tanks and even aircraft armor have appeared bit by bit, and the configuration scale is no less than a small force. Now, these are all owned by one person in the 18th century.

parking.

Eighteen dragged the level II zombie from the car.

On that day, the arrogant level II zombie shook instinctively as if he had seen the cat's mouse after seeing 18.

Eighteen raised the corners of his mouth with a sneer, looked at the secondary zombie and said, "I remember."

The second level zombie paused and nodded with a small range of motion after a moment.

Eighteen raised his eyebrows in surprise. Although his medicine had the ingredient to restore the consciousness of the zombie, he didn't expect such an effect.

However, even though they knew that the level-2 zombie had recovered, the 18 men did not lighten their actions, almost rudely threw the level-2 zombie to the ground, and then the robot bound the level-2 zombie and sent it to the laboratory.

The second level zombie roared in his mouth because of fear, but his eyes were the last cry.

It's just an experimental material. He doesn't need to spend a bit of effort.

Eighteen walked to the dressing room.

Put on the white coat, eighteen habitually pushed the spectacle frame, opened the screen and saw Jiujiu lying in bed as skillfully as before. Then he safely turned off the monitoring and walked towards the laboratory.

At the moment when 18 turned off the monitoring, Jiujiu, who originally thought he had fallen asleep, sat up directly from the bed. His eyes were clear and clear. There was no sense of sleep. What he had just looked like was pretending to deceive 18, but 18 didn't know.

Jiujiu blinked, looked at the clothes put aside, sneered and walked to the bathroom.

Ordinary people are really not qualified to take a bath, but thanks to the blessing of 18, they not only occupy a large apartment, but even have a bathroom in the apartment, and can take a hot bath once a day.

After taking a bath, she put on the clothes prepared for her by eighteen. Jiujiu didn't look at the bedroom door and turned to the window.

Eighteen was extra cautious. Even if he believed his words just now, he would definitely lay double insurance. She couldn't afford this risk. She might as well climb the window as go through the bedroom door.

Jiujiu and eighteen live on the sixth floor. Next to the window is the railing for fixing the air conditioner. Although the air conditioner has long been out of use because there is no electricity at the end of the day, the railing is particularly strong.

Jiujiu's figure is very petite, and the air-conditioning railing is enough to support her weight. Because with her physique for a long time, now Jiujiu is almost dead. Moreover, it has an entity because it has been transformed by the chip of 18. Now Jiujiu can't practice at all, or even practice martial arts. Her whole body is probably the most valuable brain.

Jiujiu carefully climbed down the railing on the sixth floor bit by bit. Because she was weak, she basically climbed one floor and had to sit on the air-conditioning railing to rest for a long time. It was half an hour after she climbed to the bottom of the building.

He raised his arm and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Jiujiu thought about his route when he came with eighteen and walked towards the place where there were soldiers.

Jiujiu has a long memory, and naturally has the memory of how to develop a vaccine. As long as she is given a period of time, she will be able to develop a vaccine.

Take a deep breath and Jiujiu walks towards the soldiers on guard.

Now.

Eighteen fingers gently held the scalpel. Under the shadowless lamp, the blade flickered cold light.

The originally mighty and domineering level II zombies were timidly entangled, but they were tightly controlled and couldn't even make a small struggle.

Because part of the reason was restored, the eyes of the secondary zombie showed a humanized look of fear, and the eyes looking at the 18th were in awe.

Eighteen raised his hand, and the scalpel gestured in the air.

The blade was instantly cut where it went, and the rotten internal organs of the secondary zombie instantly gave off the sour smell of a sewer.

Eighteen expressions have not changed, and continue to dissect. In his eyes, smell can be ignored and don't remember anything. Now the most important thing is data.

In the eyes of the eighteen, this second-class zombie, which looks very powerful to outsiders, is just a pool of rotten flesh. Its only value is probably to help him get the data he wants.