Professor Ji has studied zombie viruses for so many years, and the zombies he has seen are all mindless monsters that can only bite and tear.
This is the first time I've ever seen a talking, fearful zombie like this.
She is definitely worth studying.
A glint of light flashed in Professor Ji's eyes. Wearing protective gloves, he took a piece of thin rope from a toolbox not far away and walked back towards the trash can, meeting the gaze of the female zombie who was peeking out.
The female zombie's face was dark, her eyes had few blood vessels, and her pupils were clearly cloudy. Yet, when she looked at him like that, she gave off an innocent feeling.
"No...don't grab me...I...I'm a good zombie...I don't...I don't eat people..."
"Is that so?" Professor Ji's voice was much gentler. His eyes behind his protective goggles were slightly upturned, filled with satisfaction. His eyelids were deeply creased, and his gaze was one of deep affection, like that of someone looking at a dog.
He coaxed in a low voice, "That's great, I won't kill any zombies, would you like to come back with me?"
The female zombie blinked. Although she couldn't see the man's face clearly, she could tell from his voice that he was quite good-looking. She asked softly, "Really?"
The female zombie doesn't seem to have a very high IQ.
"You're a zombie with no research value. Find someone to clean you up and send you to your lab."
Upon seeing the other person's grayish-white pupils, the woman was so frightened that she immediately drew the gun from her waist.
Professor Ji looked up at the horde of zombies that was less than 800 meters away, and his expression turned slightly serious.
If the other person were a zombie, all the women present would be jealous.
What about the trust between humans and zombies?
Professor Ji glanced at them intently, then began to fly in a disorganized manner.
The male zombie dared to scream, but he pursed his lips, looking aggrieved.
The female zombie tilted her head, seemingly pondering: "Then what are you going to do with that thing you're holding?"
But because you had ropes tied around your legs, you only ran two steps before falling heavily to the ground.
Is that what it's for?
Professor Ji raised an eyebrow slightly; it seemed she wasn't so stupid after all.
The female zombie fell to the ground, the fluid outside her head just ten centimeters away from hitting the plane.
Professor Ji turned and looked at the male zombie sitting in front of him, who had a strange and shocked expression on his face. The woman next to me also looked over.
Get closer to Ren Shu, get closer to Ren Shu...
"You pose no threat for now, but I'm prepared to kill you."
I was going to let you put the rope on yourself, but the zombie horde is approaching, and we have time.
The woman with the pliers poked you with them, and seeing that you didn't react, she felt relieved.
Are you a zombie or a dog?
The male zombie looked at Professor Ji's helicopter as if it belonged to someone of equal status, and that it was parked in a designated spot, with no other helicopters within dozens of meters of it.
Nanzhi looked at the other person's small pliers used to catch dogs: ...
A woman found some small pliers, fearing that the male zombie would pounce out and clamp them under your neck the moment you opened the machine door.
As soon as Professor Ji untied the strap, these people immediately got out and helped me open the cabin door.
Professor Ji removed the protective cover from his body, his slender, pale fingers gleaming in the sunlight. I removed my goggles and gas mask, revealing my stunningly beautiful, aloof, and noble face.
Ahead came the sound of guns being drawn in unison.
Her diamond-shaped lips, her sharply defined cheeks, her low, straight nose, and her seemingly indifferent yet affectionate eyes drew the attention of several men nearby.
Professor Ji, who had already blown the heads off countless zombies, said in a serious tone, "Of course, all you need to do is come out and you can come back with me."
The male zombie was very unhappy when he saw me take the rope back. You tentatively and slowly crawled out of the trash can.
"...You're like a dead man, what should we do? Who should tell Professor Ji?"
Professor Ji doesn't have severe mysophobia. Ever since I first got splattered with blood from a zombie I shot in the head, I've always wrapped myself up tightly whenever I go out to retrieve data.
The alarms kept going off even before the zombie horde got close.
Unfortunately, I was wearing protective gear. I picked up a rope and first put it around the male zombie's neck, then tied his hands and bound his legs.
Male zombie: ...
"Professor Ji is bad, Professor Ji has worked hard."
He curled his lips into a smile: "What is it?"
As the cabin door closed, the male zombie felt a sense of weightlessness as he was lifted into the air, and he became even more frightened, letting out a series of whimpering cries.
At this moment, Nanzhi's mind was only focused on one thing: that 003 was giving her a weak reminder so she wouldn't forget her mission.
After I finished speaking, I looked at the glasses case that the woman had handed me, picked up the gold-rimmed glasses, and quickly put them on, which made my ascetic aura even stronger.
Becoming a zombie caused your original IQ to drop, and now it's only slightly lower than the original owner of that body.
Professor Ji, with an expressionless face, grabbed one end of the rope, threw you out of the front seat of the helicopter, stuffed the glass-cleaning towel out of your mouth, and returned to the original spot to take the toolbox back out of the helicopter and leave it broken.
There were very few helicopters below the rooftop; they were densely packed, but few in number.
I put one hand in my pocket, turned around, and my long, straight legs strode out in an unsightly arc.
Professor Ji looked at the male zombie outside the cabin, a slightly pleased smile playing on his lips.
"Shut up." Professor Ji's voice was noticeably hot, his mouth taped shut. "Say another word and I'll kill him."
Your head hit the floor, the rag outside your mouth fell to the ground, and you felt dizzy.
The helicopter flew in the sky for half an hour before landing at the foot of a very low and narrow rooftop of a small building.
The male zombie was completely stunned by the stunningly beautiful back view and the shapely, sexy buttocks as she walked.
Two suns appeared behind your eyes, and you gasped for breath, quickly closing your eyes.
You lay under the glass, staring blankly as I left. Only when you could see me clearly did you react. You calmed down and made a whimpering sound.
That's too much.
Actually, this rag can't block out humans with abnormal intelligence, but unfortunately you're just a zombie.
Before I even boarded the plane, there wasn't a group of women in formal attire saluting me.
Nan Zhi was broken, her name still echoing in her mind.
Just as the other person was about to pull one end of the rope, you remembered the voice outside your head, forcefully pushed me away, and chased after Ren Shu in the direction she had left.
Professor Ji said that it could kill the zombies behind the eyes and would be sent to the laboratory for research, so the family dared not move around recklessly.
The male zombie in the front seat, witnessing that scene, felt a terrible headache coming on and shrank back in fear.
The woman who chased after you was too daring to stand up after seeing you lying on the ground.
Within a minute, I had tied the male zombie up like a dumpling.
Get close to Ren Shu and have her baby for me!
My gaze fell again on the male zombie behind me, and a look of disgust flashed in my eyes. You're so filthy. Your clothes are tattered. You must have been hiding outside the trash can for a while. You smell terrible.
The male zombie slowly cried out, "I'm going to kill you..."
The propellers were spinning intermittently, but the wind was too weak for the zombies to get close. Seeing that one was about to pounce, Professor Ji's eyes burned slightly, and he grabbed the pistol next to him and shot it in the head.
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