Why am I a zombie? Why can't I be like other zombies, without awareness, feeling, thought, or consciousness? Why didn't I lose my emotions along with my amnesia?
If that's the case, then I won't feel so cold right now, as if my heart is frozen, and even my fingertips are slightly numb.
Lost in his own thoughts, Po trembled slightly when he heard the door open, but he quickly composed himself, raised his head, and silently looked at the person who had entered.
Long Xun was taken aback by Po's expression of resignation to death, and frowned slightly, asking, "Why the expression?"
Po looked at him in surprise, then at the scientists behind him, who should have rushed in like wolves and tigers to tie him to the experimental table. He hesitated and asked, "Brother Long...?"
Could it be that his identity hasn't been exposed? If so, does that mean he can stay in the team?
Long Xun sat down in a chair, lifted his robe, looked at Po who was right in front of him, and said softly, "Don't worry, the matter is resolved."
Yin Chen smiled and said, "Brother Po, there are quite a few non-humans in our team. You're just a zombie, so there's no need to look so worried."
Po's pupils contracted slightly: "You knew...? Why did you still...?"
"There is no difference between races," Long Xun said calmly. "Every living being has the right to choose its own life, and no one can force it."
Milk Tea, unusually willing to climb onto someone's shoulder, chirped softly and reached out its little paw to touch Po's face. This seemingly sexually harassing gesture was its way of expressing comfort, just like how its owner always stroked Yin Chen's head.
Po felt a ticklish sensation and tilted his head slightly before asking hesitantly, "What about the others? What about Cameron? Did he know too?"
“I told everyone you were a zombie before I came, and everyone accepted it,” Long Xun said.
As for the expressions of those people who seemed to have their worldviews shattered, Long Xun felt they would recover after a while, and there was no need to tell Po.
Having already prepared to die, Po stared blankly at Long Xun, looking as if in a dream, unable to utter a word.
"Don't worry, you can go back now. No one will come looking for trouble." Yin Chen also smiled and reassured Po. At this moment, his innocent and bright eyes, coupled with his beautiful and fair face, made it impossible to tell that he had just frightened the zombie scientist. He was as innocent and pure as a little angel.
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