At this time, Su Xiangmei seemed to recognize Luo Hui.

The head with messy hair turned stiffly and looked at Luo Hui who was kneeling on the ground.

Her face was covered with scratches, as if she had made them herself, and one side of her forehead was covered with purple bruises.

A tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

She opened her mouth silently, and her lips formed words that only Luo Hui could recognize.

Luo Hui knew she was calling him "Hui'er," which was the name Su Xiangmei had called him when he was a child...

"Please let my mother go, please!"

Luo Hui had already collapsed, but a person wearing a mask and a white coat next to him said: "The patient had a clear emotional reaction when she saw her family. At this time, the patient's emotions were completely under her own control."

"Hurry, hurry, Xiao Li, record it!"

A slightly older man said happily.

"Yes, Vice President Han."

Xiao Li nodded in agreement, took out a pen and began to write in the notebook in his hand.

Han Yizhou looked at the crazy woman in front of him with joy. It seemed that the experimental subjects they had used so far were completely unable to understand human language. No matter how they were stimulated, they just went crazy silently.

I didn't expect that this woman could actually cry!

"You should thank us. Maybe your mother will become a super powerful psychic in the future," said Han Yizhou.

"What the hell did you do to my mom?!"

Luo Hui asked angrily.

At this time, a tall young man walked into the corridor and said to Luo Hui: "It's nothing, we just put a zombie crystal core in her head."