"good!"
Wang Yiyun's eyes sparkled.
She was confident she could win!
After all, she's a professional!
Liu Jing's eyes were also bright and sparkling, and the wrinkles on her face had become much shallower.
She is an excellent forensic pathologist.
A forensic pathologist who can't apply makeup to a corpse is not a good forensic pathologist.
She felt certain of winning!
Everyone: ...
I don't want to be a referee.
Zombie in a suit: ...
I don't want to be tormented.
The zombie in the suit slowly exhaled from its rotting throat, then slowly inhaled again.
The aroma of human flesh filled the air, and at this moment, one could only remain motionless and obey the food's commands.
I've never been so speechless.
The food made a request, and the zombie in the suit dared not refuse.
With their own boss sitting there, they didn't dare to overstep their bounds in the slightest.
I'm really afraid it won't cooperate and will fall out of favor.
Being out of favor isn't the worst thing; the worst thing is that the terrifying pressure emanating from you crushes you to pieces!
What else can we do?
We have no choice but to cooperate!
"Where are your gloves? Take them out now, don't hide them! Otherwise, don't blame us if we tear the flesh off your face!" Wang Yiyun threatened blatantly.
The zombie in the suit tilted his head slightly, using his rotting brain to think for a moment.
Those two lunch boxes are right!
Its handsome face shouldn't have a lump of rotten flesh ripped off.
It even plans to use its handsome appearance to become the boss's most capable subordinate!
To save face, the male zombie in the suit decided to give them gloves.
The zombie in the suit slowly raised his stiff fingers and carefully pulled out a thick stack of disposable plastic gloves from the pocket inside his suit.
These plastic gloves were originally designed for eating lobsters, but the zombie in the suit doesn't eat lobsters; they're just for hygiene.
To the zombie in the suit, this wasn't a glove.
This is its best tool for winning favor!
Liu Jing noticed that it had a thick stack of disposable gloves on its chest, which was not visible to others from the outside.
Because its chest was sunken in a large area.
Even so, it remained lively and energetic.
Zombies are far more resilient than humans.
Even though its wounds were incredibly gruesome, it still couldn't stop it from rolling its eyes at others with disdain.
The zombie in the suit rubbed his stiff fingers together, but couldn't get them to come undone.
My fingers are already not very dexterous, and wearing plastic gloves made them even more slippery.
Wang Yiyun was impatient; seeing him rubbing for so long, she always felt it was too slow.
He reached out his hand, wanting to take it himself.
The zombie in the suit resisted for the first time, pulling a thick stack of disposable plastic gloves into his pocket.
His dull eyes held a hint of wariness.
You can stop me from eating.
But you can't take my gloves!
Gloves are its last resort!
"Tsk, go on!"
Wang Yiyun rubbed her temples and didn't try to snatch the disposable plastic gloves anymore.
Zombies are stupid, she can't be like a zombie!
So, everyone in the room stared wide-eyed at the zombie man in the suit rubbing his gloves.
Fan Tangtang lay prone at the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on the zombie man in the suit, his gaze filled with pity.
He was a zombie king, and the smell of human flesh filling the room made his mouth water.
To be honest, these people are all his friends, and he still wants to take advantage of them, but he is better able to control himself.
At least he has his own thoughts.
But other zombies are different; very few of them can control themselves.
It was all thanks to Brother Zhang's suppression.
He suspected that the zombie in the suit would definitely become the most patient zombie by the end of the day!
His restraint is abnormally excessive, even more so than Brother Zhang!
One, two...
The disposable plastic gloves made a rustling sound.
Ten minutes later.
The zombie in the suit handed Wang Yiyun two pairs of gloves, then folded the remaining gloves back up and put them back in his inner pocket.
The rotting fingers gently patted the spot where the gloves were, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
Great, there's still plenty left.
Bai Xizhu looked at the zombie in the suit with surprise, "It can even do math?"
One person has two hands, two people have four hands, so four disposable plastic gloves are needed.
Problems that even kindergarten children can solve are more difficult for zombies than the Olympics.
The zombie in the suit heard Bai Xizhu's voice, his blank eyes rolled around twice, and he still couldn't help himself.
This time, I really rolled my eyes.
Food, who do you look down on?
This zombie is the boss's son!
You can count on nine fingers, so why can't you count how many pairs of gloves you have?
Bai Xizhu: ...
She was actually looked down upon by a zombie!
Bai Xizhu gave the zombie in the suit a smirk and silently pulled out the dagger strapped to her leg.
Bai Xizhu tapped the dagger lightly with her fingernail.
nail--
The crisp sound of a dagger striking the suit-clad zombie reached its ears.
He brandished the dagger in his hand defiantly at the zombie man in the suit.
The zombie in the suit stared blankly for a couple more seconds, showing no fear of the dagger in the food's hand.
But since the boss is here, we have to give him face!
The boss's attitude is its attitude!
The zombie in the suit glanced quickly at Zhang Yiming with his blank eyes.
It saw that Boss Zhang was grinning at Bai Xizhu with a perverted look on his face.
Okay, it knows what to do.
The zombie in the suit suddenly bowed at a 90-degree angle, offering a bow-style apology to Bai Xizhu.
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