Mutants that can communicate?

After the man spoke, even Qi Xing stopped opening the door and looked over here in surprise.

Jiang Zhaosu finally believed that it wasn't his illusion: "He... said...?"

"He spoke."

Qi Xing's expression became serious.

Generally speaking, mutants that can speak have combat capabilities of at least A level.

After seeing Jiang Zhaosu and Qi Xing looking at him, the mutant spoke again.

The way he spoke was somewhat similar to Jiang Zhaosu's, both were slow and hoarse, as if his throat had a hole in it, and occasionally mixed with the hoarse roars of zombies.

"I...hotel manager...Sun Penghui..."

The mutant even put his hands on his chest and saluted them like a gentleman.

"Dear... guest... please... follow me... downstairs... to register..."

Well.

Jiang Zhaosu was stunned.

As expected of a five-star hotel manager, he never forgets his work even after turning into a zombie.

Although the mutant exuded a dangerous aura, it did not seem to have any intention of attacking them.

Should I kill it? Let's see what happens first.

Jiang Zhaosu was undecided for a moment and looked at Qi Xing.

Qi Xing still had the thin wire for picking the lock in his hand. He looked at Jiang Zhaosu, and then at the mutant who was patiently waiting for their answer.

Qi Xing calmly put his hands behind his back and put the wire back into his pocket as if nothing had happened.

"Okay. Let's go, Fugui."

Qi Xing put his arm around Jiang Zhaosu's shoulders and signaled the mutant to lead the way.

The mutant walked in front, and the two of them followed behind, communicating through eye contact and gestures.

Jiang Zhaosu pointed his mouth towards the mutant in front of him, pointed his hand at his neck, and made faces at Qi Xing.

(Just like this? Don't kill it?)

Qi Xing shook his head, raised his hand and shook it a few times like a drum, then waved his hand and stretched out two fingers to make a running motion.

(No, my special ability won't work here. If I can't win, we're both finished. Wait for an opportunity to act, or run away.)

Jiang Zhaosu: “…”

Helplessly, they could only follow the mutation and plant down the building.

This mutant was conscientious and responsible. When he went downstairs, he kindly explained to them: "There's a power outage in the hotel... There are stairs... Please forgive me..."

Jiang Zhaosu spoke unfluently, so Qi Xing answered on his behalf: "It's okay."

Mutant: "I'll give you... a free... room upgrade..."

"Haha, thank you, Manager Sun."

Qi Xing was like a machine, responding to every word the mutant said.

This mutant rarely encountered guests who were so bold to chat with it, and it became more and more excited, enthusiastically introducing the hotel facilities to them along the way.

"Second floor...restaurant...free breakfast every morning at 7 o'clock..."

"There's a banquet hall on the first floor..."

"Fourteenth floor... gym... free use..."

“Top floor…bar…infinity pool…photo opp…”

Its introduction was good, but the mutant spoke too slowly. Jiang Zhaosu felt anxious for it and couldn't help but say, "Speak... faster..."

When the mutant heard her words, he touched his severely deformed neck with a wronged look on his face: "I... will try my best..."

"Don't... drag... out the sound..."

"You...are also...dragging..."

Qi Xing listened to their conversation which was as slow as a snail's pace, and felt that if this continued, his language system would sooner or later have problems.

When they reached the first floor, the mutant took them to the front desk and asked for their identification: "ID card... room..."

Who still carries an ID card these days?

Qi Xing and Jiang Zhaosu stared at each other for a moment.

Qi Xing exclaimed "Ah", thought of a solution, and reached into his pocket to take out a small notebook.

He had found this specifically to make it easier for Jiang Zhaosu to paint.

Qi Xing wrote a few words on it, tore it off, and handed it to Sun Penghui: "Get a double bed room."

While he was writing, Jiang Zhaosu stood on tiptoe to take a look.

Qi Xing wrote "Li Ronghua" and "Li Fugui".

Qi Xing's handwriting was unexpectedly inconsistent with his handsome and delicate appearance. Every stroke was connected, which was very wild and unrestrained.

Jiang Zhaosu guessed that Qi Xing must not have scored high on essays when he was in school.

The mutant manager actually accepted such a perfunctory "ID card".

The mutant solemnly placed the two small pieces of paper on the ID card inspection machine, then tapped a few times on a computer keyboard that was not powered on. Then he looked up and said to them, "Register... OK..."

"Thirteenth floor...Room 1304..."

The mutant handed them the two small pieces of paper and another small card with both hands: "This is... the room card..."

Jiang Zhaosu initially thought it was a real room card, but when he took it and looked at it, he wondered where it came from: a massage parlor promotion card.

This registration is like playing house.

Qi Xing hugged Jiang Zhaosu and thanked the mutant.

After they walked up the stairs, the mutant did not forget to shout behind them: "Tomorrow...breakfast...come..."

Jiang Zhaosu and Qi Xing went up three floors in a row.

Jiang Zhaosu sniffed the scent of the mutant in the air and said to Qi Xing: "No... follow..."

Qi Xing was also observing the surroundings: "Strange, such a big hotel, why are there no other zombies?"

He and Jiang Zhaosu went up and down for a long time, but they didn't encounter a single zombie other than that mutant.

"have……"

Jiang Zhaosu smelled the scent: "Zombies... humans... there are..."

"All?"

Qi Xing looked at the dark abyss-like corridor in front of him after the power went out and asked: "Why is there no sound at all?"

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