Xiao Ning munched all the way, and by the time they reached the factory, he was so full that he let out a burp.
"Brother, is it good?" Cheng Mofan hesitated for a while before asking weakly.
Although Xiao Ning is handsome, who wouldn't be terrified to see a living, breathing zombie being devoured?!
"It's alright, the taste is so-so, and it's not very fresh." Xiao Ning rubbed his hair listlessly.
Although zombie meat doesn't taste good, we can't waste the vitamins that are delivered to our door, right? We'll just have to eat some.
As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining newbies' scalps stood on end.
What constitutes "fresh"? Does it mean the animal has to be killed and eaten immediately to be considered fresh?
While Cheng Mofan and his companions were trembling with fear, Tong Ziqi and Huang Jianbo had already led them to the entrance of the factory.
The entire factory covers an area of several thousand square meters. The exterior walls are coated with a special rainproof and mildew-proof coating, and it has survived so many natural disasters in relatively good condition.
The heavy iron door was ajar. Tong Ziqi summoned an iron rod and held it in her hand, tentatively using the rod to pry the door open a crack.
The moment the door opened, a stench mixed with blood and rotting flesh assaulted the nostrils, along with a strong smell of chemical reagents.
The factory's lighting equipment was broken, and only a thin beam of light shone through a narrow skylight in the wall, casting a dim glow on the spacious room.
Lu Sheng and his group glanced inside warily and saw two rows of restraint straps neatly hanging on the left and right sides of the wall.
Two rows of green-skinned zombies were tightly bound to the wall like marionettes, howling excitedly at the scent of living people.
These zombies had all their teeth pulled out, their bodies were covered with needle marks of all sizes, their skin was swollen like steamed buns, and their dull, lifeless eyes revealed a kind of simple honesty that didn't quite match their appearance.
"Emm... there are idiots among the zombies?" Zhang Xiaojuan looked bewildered, pointing at the two rows of Teletubbies on the wall, at a loss for words.
Tong Ziqi frowned and quickly walked to the experimental table next to her to rummage through the samples. "This is where we usually conduct clinical trials. Newly developed drugs are tested on these zombies first."
"Sigh, while we're alive, we're expected to be a brick in society, and even after we die, we're expected to be guinea pigs. Being human is just too hard," Zhang Xiaojuan, a working-class woman, sighed once again.
Huang Jianbo quietly got down to business. While the others were talking, he was already performing craniotomies on the white mouse zombies one by one with a small knife. "Since we're already here, these are all crystal cores. Let's not waste them. We can exchange them for a few dollars when we get back."
These zombie mice used in experiments were mostly at level four or five, and had already developed a certain degree of self-awareness. Perhaps because they had become familiar with Huang Jianbo and Tong Ziqi, their resistance was not strong.
Everyone watched as Huang Jianbo ripped off their heads one by one like a butcher, his pockets bulging with crystal cores.
"Huh?"
Huang Jianbo dug enthusiastically to the very back of the room, when suddenly he exclaimed in surprise.
Hearing the noise, everyone rushed over and saw a thick canvas covering the corner where the experimental waste was placed. Underneath the canvas, a meandering pool of blood slowly flowed, extending all the way to Huang Jianbo's feet.
“The blood is red.” Gu Wen frowned and rubbed the ground with her toe. “It should be fresh blood, most likely human.”
While the others hesitated, Lu Sheng decisively drew his knife and lifted the canvas.
Beneath the canvas lay a corpse, its body lying supine at an eerie, backward-folded angle on the experimental waste. A thin, long gash ran from its throat down to its stomach, revealing a sticky, viscous mass of viscous internal organs.
The deceased was a woman, the same young woman with red spots who had previously dragged Jiang Shuguang out of her personal space at CM Company.
The young woman's eyes were wide open, her mouth was agape in terror, and her face still bore the look of fear and despair she had felt in life.
Tong Ziqi bent down and touched the wrist of the woman with red spots. "She's still warm, so she probably hasn't been dead for long. Maybe just before we arrived."
"You...look at her belly..."
As Gu Wen was examining the corpse's wounds, she suddenly frowned and pointed to the corpse's mangled stomach.
At the wound where intestinal fluid was flowing, amidst the trembling muscles and diaphragm, a few fresh and delicate white flowers tentatively peeked out.
The tender petals were stained with blood, which, combined with the young woman's horrifying wounds and her unseeing expression, created an extremely impactful scene.
The people present suddenly felt a churning in their stomachs, and almost vomited the self-heating rice they had just eaten.
Xu Yi picked up a small white flower and rubbed it between his fingertips. "Similar to the mutated fungus before, they are plants that parasitize the human body."
“But the wounds on her body are clearly knife wounds, definitely caused by someone. Could it be that there was internal strife?” Zhang Xiaojuan guessed, rubbing her chin.
Just as the group was speculating, a rhythmic knocking sounded at the door. The sound was very rhythmic, the knocking neither too loud nor too soft, and it sounded quite polite.
Inside the factory, everyone looked at each other, and they all became wary.
Who's outside?
The knocking on the door stopped for a moment, but no one spoke.
"Zombies shouldn't have evolved to the point of being civilized, polite, and having good manners, right..." Cheng Mofan swallowed nervously, his eyes fixed on the doorway.
After confirming that there was no danger inside the factory, Li Kun used a scrap steel pipe to jam the door shut to prevent zombies from attacking from outside.
If it's not zombies, then who's outside?
Everyone present felt their hearts leap into their throats, the pounding of their hearts particularly noticeable.
"Knock knock knock".
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