Chapter 130 Self-anesthesia: Dark brain matter spills from the blood-soaked...
Ever since Liang Jun took Dean Liang away, Zhang Weiming no longer wanted to stay in the darkness.
But he was alone and couldn't cause any trouble. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Zhang Weiming pulled Lao Ren to his side and led him away from the crowd.
In a daze, Lao Ren was pulled and stumbled. When he came to his senses, he met Zhang Weiming's frighteningly close eyes.
He panicked and swallowed hard. "What are you going to do now...?"
"Do you think we should borrow a few flashlights from them and shine them around?"
Zhang Weiming practically whispered in his ear, "That old monster was taken away by that girl too. There shouldn't be any threat here now. We can't stay in the dark and be blind forever, can we?"
In the overly tense atmosphere, Lao Ren couldn't figure out Zhang Weiming's thoughts either.
Old Ren worried that if his answer didn't meet the other man's expectations, the other man would once again point his sharpened knife at his back.
Old Ren trembled with fear, "You...you...do whatever you want..."
“I want you to come with me,” Zhang Weiming said rather bluntly. “After all, there’s strength in numbers. Even if it’s just for your sake, your teammates shouldn’t have too much of a problem with me.”
After whispering these words, Zhang Weiming turned Lao Ren's shoulder around, making him face the others who hadn't yet reacted.
"Do you know who has the most props here?"
Those unpleasant memories from the past flooded back to me instantly.
He seemed to be rooted to the spot by Zhang Weiming's words.
He subconsciously anticipated the other party's next move, but for some reason, he still obediently raised his hand.
"That woman."
Using the dim light from the other party, Lao Ren pointed to Xin Sang, who had red hair and was facing away from them.
After receiving the answer, Zhang Weiming patted his shoulder twice encouragingly, then pushed Lao Ren forward and walked to the opposite side of Xin Sang.
When Xin Sang turned around, she was met with Zhang Weiming's hypocritical smile and Lao Ren's panicked expression.
Confused, she looked the other person up and down. "What's wrong?"
Upon hearing the commotion, Ge Lin and Luo Chuange came forward without hesitation, standing guard beside Xin Sang with the imposing presence of two stone lions at the company entrance.
Faced with the two men's unfriendly gazes, Zhang Weiming felt a slight sense of frustration, but he quickly regained his composure.
After all, he doesn't need to personally take the field.
Zhang Weiming exerted a little force with the hand behind Lao Ren's waist, and pushed him away.
Old Ren was at a loss for words, but could only stammer on his behalf, "Um... I wanted to ask if you have any spare flashlights..."
"flashlight?"
Xin Sang was even more confused. She held up her flashlight, fiddled with it, and looked it over. "These are items from the system shop. Why don't you just go in and buy one yourselves? Why are you asking me?"
Qi Zhixia, who was originally at the very edge of the group, also heard the key words. She then stood next to Ge Lin, crossed her arms, and stared at Zhang Weiming behind Lao Ren, her eyes almost spitting out anger.
If I remember correctly, you still have my searchlight, right?
Qi Zhixia snorted coldly, forcing her voice to stop trembling, "Could it be that stealing one prop isn't enough, and you're determined to steal everyone's props?"
Ge Lin angrily raised the stick in his hand and completely blocked Lao Ren and Zhang Weiming.
"Get out of my way!" He closed his eyes tightly and charged forward with his sloppy blue buzz cut. "If you want to get something for nothing, go and examine your own brain. It's full of unwanted garbage!"
Zhang Weiming hissed, and his expression unexpectedly became uncontrolled.
He didn't know what had gotten into him, but he just grabbed the flashlight from Xin Sang's hand without thinking.
The robbery happened so suddenly that the parties involved didn't even have time to fully react.
In the sudden attack, Xin Sang failed to hold the flashlight firmly, and the other party also failed to catch it in the panicked shoving.
The cylindrical lamp stick fell to the ground, casting a flickering light, and rolled a few times on the ground.
Enraged, Luo Chuange kicked Zhang Weiming in the leg.
The kick wasn't particularly powerful, but it was intimidating enough. Zhang Weiming stumbled from the kick, and if Lao Ren hadn't been there to support him, he probably would have fallen flat on his backside.
Xin Sang, realizing what was happening, quickly crouched down to grab the still-rolling flashlight.
Just as she successfully grasped it again and prepared to stand up, the unsteady light suddenly shone through the shadowy area beside the shelf—
A group of heads of varying heights were clustered there.
Xin Sang paused for a moment.
She forced herself to return to normal quickly, then, controlling the arm that was tightly gripping the flashlight, shone the diffused light once more on the spot where she seemed to be hallucinating—
But it was this test that made her truly realize that what she had just seen was not an illusion.
Dozens of stiff zombies were gathered in a corner of the shelf that they had never noticed before.
These monsters, devoid of thought and relying solely on their keen hearing and weak vision, silently wait, awaiting the moment when they can launch their attack—
For example, now.
The moment the light swept over them for just a second, the zombies that had been still began to writhe rapidly.
Their limbs were swinging in an extremely contorted state, while their skull-like heads, as if fitted with restraints, were staring straight at the new players.
"Run!"
Ignoring the minor argument between the group, Xin Sang quickly pushed Luo Chuange and Ge Lin, who were still envious, away, shouting, "It's zombies!"
Geng Qing, who was standing beside Qi Zhixia and Jiang Zhiling, also reacted instantly.
She quickly pulled the two people to her side, and while decisively taking out her spare propofol, she didn't forget to give them a live demonstration of how to use it correctly.
"When inserting needles, you must, absolutely must, avoid your own limbs!"
As Geng Qing was explaining, a zombie, oblivious to its fate, staggered towards her. Time did not allow her any hesitation. Geng Qing directly grabbed the zombie's waving arm in mid-air and then folded it sharply in the opposite direction. A crisp sound of bones breaking reached Qi Zhixia and Jiang Zhiling's ears.
The complete movement should naturally be this smooth and fluid. Geng Qing quickly removed the protective cap from the needle with his right index finger, placed the heel of his palm against the white piston, and then, before the zombie could swing its other arm, plunged the gleaming silver needle straight into the zombie's exposed neck.
After the palm heel was squeezed and nearly half of the liquid in the tube was injected, the zombie lost its ability to move in the blink of an eye. Its limp arm flared haphazardly in the air a couple more times before it collapsed heavily to the ground.
Ignoring the excited expressions in Qi Zhixia and Jiang Zhiling's eyes, Geng Qing pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped down with the back of his hand.
"Have you learned it? If you have, then go for it."
The zombies, now fully engaged in combat, are attacking the group from all directions.
Luo Chuange and Ge Lin prioritized using the sticks in their hands; if they could knock the other unconscious with a single blow, that would be ideal.
However, if they encounter those with strong fighting ability, others need to step forward to assist them and inject them with the upper half of the propofol, which will calm them down for a while.
Zhang Weiming originally wanted to escape in the chaos, but in the pitch-black hospital warehouse, he couldn't find any feasible path. He could only follow Xin Sang by the light source, shamelessly letting her eliminate zombies for him without her knowledge.
But soon, the horde of zombies locked onto him.
When Zhang Weiming watched helplessly as a zombie nearly two meters tall ran towards him, he was terrified.
As he turned to run away, he didn't forget to grab Old Ren, who was always hiding from the zombies.
If you drag someone down with you, at least you'll have someone to take the fall with you.
Zhang Weiming thought so.
But Lao Ren's short-circuited brain couldn't connect the dots for the time being. Naively, he thought the other party simply wanted to take him with them on their way.
It wasn't until Zhang Weiming accidentally wandered into a blind spot in the hospital warehouse that Lao Ren realized something was wrong.
Even the most thoughtless zombie would show a satisfied smile on its face after seeing the player in front of it get itself into trouble.
The nearly two-meter-tall giant zombie calmly strode towards the blind spot, gradually closing the distance between itself and Zhang Weiming and Lao Ren.
Zhang Weiming panicked so much that his breathing trembled. Without thinking much, he used the momentum to pull Lao Ren in front of him.
"Get your anesthetic and inject him!" Zhang Weiming ordered.
But this left Old Ren dumbfounded. "You didn't give me any anesthetic at all—"
Zhang Weiming then remembered, and hurriedly pulled one of the syringes from his pocket, throwing the syringe filled with pale yellow liquid directly to Lao Ren.
"Stab him! Stab him!"
Old Ren had never used this thing before. Now, this heavy syringe felt like a hot potato; he couldn't handle it properly no matter how he tried.
He thought that this thing might be as simple as injecting water into pork, but Lao Ren quickly realized that something was wrong. He had only sold water-injected pork, but had never done it himself.
The simple thought process had already wasted a lot of time. By the time Lao Ren reacted, the zombie had already stretched out its claws straight towards Zhang Weiming.
Zhang Weiming instinctively reached out and grabbed the other man's arm, but the difference in strength was too obvious. Seeing that he was about to be completely crushed, Zhang Weiming could only shout in despair, "Why the hell don't you stab him! You idiot!"
Old Ren finally came to his senses, hurriedly pulled off the needle cap, and without thinking twice, used the dim light to inject the needle into the zombie's arm, roughly in the direction it was pointing.
"ah--"
Along with Zhang Weiming's devastating screams, there was also the sound of wind rushing past Lao Ren's face.
A cloud of indistinguishable black mist instantly enveloped him, and then, in the blink of an eye, the giant zombie suddenly lost its ability to move and collapsed like a mountain.
Old Ren stood there, stunned, taking deep breaths for a while before he could finally calm himself down. He then mustered his courage and peeked out—
The giant zombie's head was completely split open, and black brain matter slowly flowed out from the blood-soaked hole, along with a wisp of black mist.
Old Ren stared as the wisp of mist gathered more and more in mid-air. Once it was enough to form the outline of an adult, the black mist drifted to the figure in the distance.
Liang Xun ran over, panting, with another grayish-white misty figure beside her. "Are you alright...?"
She suddenly had a flashlight in her hand. Liang Jun glanced around and saw that the corpses lying on the ground were all unconscious. She breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you're alright..."
Old Ren, standing in the dead corner of the warehouse, didn't say a word. He stood there blankly, his eyes still fixed on the black mist that could kill zombies with a single blow.
Liang Jun seemed to notice the gaze as well, and instinctively shone her flashlight into the blind spot—
Besides Lao Ren, who was standing still with his hands folded, Liang Jun also saw Zhang Weiming lying on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.
She exchanged a glance with Geng Qing, and then they both quickly ran over to check the situation.
A syringe, completely emptied, remained on the ground.
Zhang Weiming's left hand was stretched out, and on the back of his hand with his fingers spread, there was a needle mark.
A pale yellow liquid mixed with blood gushed out from there.
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Author's note: The word count has surpassed 500,000!
That's incredible! I never imagined I could write so much (wiping away tears).
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