In an instant, it seemed as if all the zombies in the building were crowding into this floor.
The zombies, stepping over the corpses of other zombies, pounced on the base leader without hesitation.
Even though the lightning on the base commander could kill them instantly, they did not stop for a moment.
Without any hesitation, the base commander told all the zombies that rushed at him to be reborn as humans.
In less than an hour, the zombie corpses had piled up to the ceiling, and countless more zombies were crawling on top of the corpses, barely managing to squeeze through the gaps.
In the end, there wasn't a single gap left.
The angry roars of zombies echoed from behind the mountain of corpses.
"Quiet--"
A rough, hoarse voice suddenly rang out.
The voice sounded like a child's, but it lacked the crispness and melodiousness of a child's voice, and there was no trace of innocence in it.
Instantly, the angry roaring zombies fell silent, and the once bustling building became quiet.
The base commander showed no surprise.
He had seen more than one or two zombie kings before, and the owner of this voice was just a high-level zombie who had just learned to speak. To him, it posed no threat whatsoever.
He looked up at the mountain of corpses piled up in front of him, and the corpses slowly began to move.
It's not the corpse that's moving; it's the zombies that are rummaging through the zombie corpse, making it look like the corpse is moving.
The lightning on the base commander flickered as he calmly watched the zombie corpses writhing before him.
Soon after, a rotting head was revealed.
This is the rotting head of a child, with a huge smile on its face, stretching almost to its ears, and black blood constantly seeping from the corners of its mouth.
Judging from its appearance, it is a high-level zombie that is about six or seven years old.
Judging from the rotting flesh on his face, he hasn't reached the level of a zombie king yet.
The black gums opened and closed, and a rough, hoarse voice echoed in the quiet building.
Do you think I look like my dad?
The zombie child laughed at the base commander, but his voice carried a hint of angry roar.
"I don't know your father."
The base commander spoke calmly.
The zombie child paused for a moment, then slowly retracted its head. The zombie corpse began to move again, seemingly searching for someone inside.
Ten minutes later, the rotting head emerged from the center of the corpse, its rotting little hands pulling at the body of an adult zombie.
Adult zombies are very fat; a six- or seven-year-old child could not possibly pull them apart.
What's more, the adult zombie corpses were piled on top of a mountain of other zombie corpses.
The child zombie's small hands looked like they had no muscles, just rotting flesh, but their strength was terrifying. With a casual tug, he pulled out the adult zombie's corpse.
"Do we look alike?"
The zombie child's mouth stretched to its ears again, and its eyes, no longer clear like a child's, held a hint of bloodlust.
The reason this child came here is because the neighbor said he doesn't look like his father, so his father came to take him for a paternity test.
That very day, the end of the world happened, and I never returned home.
Generally speaking, once you become a zombie, your human memories become blurred, unless it's something you're particularly obsessed with. Only after becoming a high-level zombie can you recall those memories.
The question of whether he looks like his father is his obsession.
A six or seven-year-old child, who should be innocent and carefree, is suspected by his father of not being his biological child because of a neighbor's gossip.
I inexplicably ended up at this institution for a blood test...
The base commander glanced at the zombie corpse; its features were completely rotten, and its face was grotesque.
You can't even tell if they have single or double eyelids, let alone tell if they look alike!
The base commander glanced again at the exposed, rotting head.
All that can be seen is that it is a child zombie. Its eyes, nose and mouth are on its face, but they are covered by rotting flesh, making it impossible to identify.
But the base commander noticed a crucial difference: the child's face shape was different from the adult's.
Children have round faces and small heads, while adults have long faces.
Judging by their face shape alone, they certainly don't look like biological children.
However, face shape cannot determine whether someone is biologically related to their parents.
The base commander said with a serious expression, "This requires experimentation."
"How do we conduct the experiment?"
The child zombie's voice was as hoarse as ever, but it carried a hint of excitement.
Obsession is also painful for zombies, especially for conscious zombies.
"Paternity test".
The base commander pointed to the door behind him.
"good!"
The child zombie even touched its rotting head.
It didn't actually understand what a paternity test was; it only knew that its father had come there specifically to ask the people inside if it was his biological son.
After the apocalypse broke out, the most ridiculous scene unfolded at this well-known appraisal agency.
The base chief of Yunhua Security Base, known for its formidable superpowers, was bending down and cutting a small piece of rotten flesh from a zombie corpse.
The child zombie didn't hesitate to tear a piece of rotting flesh from its face and throw it in front of the base commander.
His bloodthirsty eyes held a hint of excitement.
The base commander calmly picked it up and walked into the room.
The child zombie was about to follow the base chief inside, but was stopped at the door by the base chief.
"Family members, please wait!"
The base commander pointed to the sign at the entrance, looking very serious.
For a moment, the child zombie looked confused, glanced at the base leader's finger, and swallowed.
The scent of the base commander's blood craved it intensely, yet it managed to suppress it with its waning willpower.
It wanted to know even more whether it was truly its father's son.
The child zombie let out a low growl, suppressing the bloodlust urge in its mind, and waited by the door, its eyes fixed on the door like a small sculpture.
Even rotten meat still contains DNA. The base chief put the two pieces of rotten meat into another machine.
Leng Yebai never imagined that his paternity test report and the zombie's paternity test report were born in the same room.
The child zombies are waiting outside the door, as is the base commander of Yunhua Base.
They are all waiting for the results of the investigation.
With a soft click, the machine containing the base commander and Leng Yebai's hair stopped working.
Before I knew it, three hours had passed.
The base commander took a deep breath and was about to walk over when he stopped.
After thinking for a moment, the base commander grabbed a white coat draped over his shoulder and carefully put it on.
It seems that if this is the case, the test results might turn out the same as what he expects!
The base commander's fingers trembled slightly as he turned on the machine.
Twenty-six years, twenty-six years of missing each other.
What should have been a happy family of three that everyone envied is now just him waiting, waiting for an outcome, waiting to tell the people in the afterlife that outcome.
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