"You...are you? Why...are you here?"
The moment he looked back, John suppressed the heart that was about to burst out of his chest. And then the figure behind him came into view... what should I say? Although he was indeed shocked just now, the situation of the other party appearing here seemed not to be an accident to him.
That's right, from the moment he saw each other in the kitchen, John had actually been mentally prepared to meet him at any time.
Of course, seeing an inhuman figure with many arms and legs in such a dark and gloomy scene is not really a wonderful experience.
Perhaps because the shock he received had not completely subsided, John didn't even notice that this seemed to be the first time the other party had spoken to him—compared to the absolutely horrifying appearance, "her" voice was unexpectedly pretty
"The master asked me to bury these human remains here and engrave names on their tombstones."
In front of John, the living corpse lady with the unfriendly name of "Splicer" nodded slightly, and by the way, she held out the chisel and hammer in two of her hands and gestured towards him. one time.
"Uh... Oh, is that so?"
John didn't know what to say for a moment, but judging from the current attitude of the other party, it seemed that the other party... had no intention of pursuing him for appearing here
He thought for a while, then simply smiled at the other party and tentatively said:
"Um... thank you for your hard work. I was just walking around after eating, and accidentally wandered here. If nothing happens... I will go back?"
John tried to take two steps towards the other party while playing carelessly. Seeing that the other party did not seem to react, he wanted to just walk past the other party.
However, things didn't seem to go as smoothly as he imagined.
"Mr. Stewart, won't you stay a little longer?"
John, who had already reached the opponent's side and behind, suddenly heard the pleasant voice sound again, which made him, who was still worried, suddenly stop trying to escape.
Then, the "lady" behind him said something that made his scalp tingle again -
"... After all, it is said that those buried here are basically Mr.'s friends and family, right?"
Yes, the other party obviously knew the identities of the owners of these tombstones, and seemed to have some understanding of his relationship with these people.
This also means that the living corpse party sent Bai Ye to bring John Stewart here from the ruins of the city in the east. Does it really have some purpose that he himself is not aware of yet
John, who had been confused about the attitude of the living zombies towards him, couldn't help but start thinking about it at this moment... Even he knew that now was not the time for random thoughts!
Trying to stop himself from thinking so much, John regained his composure, then slowly turned around, looked at the figure who had turned sideways and faced him and said:
"People... are bound to die, even me. Although I feel sorry and sad for their passing, but since you have buried them properly here, for them... I think it should be at least... What a good ending! Also...well, I would like to thank you on their behalf for everything you have done for them."
John actually didn't know what kind of complicated emotions he had when he said these words. It was just his natural tactful instinct that allowed him to "not say the wrong thing" under the pressure of being in this "definitely not safe" environment.
"I'm sorry, I don't actually understand the emotions of you humans when facing death. This is just following the master's instructions." The silhouette of the living corpse lady opposite did not make any further movements. She just stood there and said extremely plainly. , "So, maybe you should thank the master, but you definitely don't need to thank me... Also, if you have to say it, you can actually 'hate' me, because their death is actually related to me."
There was no tone in her speech, and everything was plain and straightforward, as if it were a blank piece of paper with a long paragraph of boring explanatory text written on it. But her words made John's expression freeze and his heart beat suddenly.
"What did you say?" John said blankly, "What do you mean?"
"Don't you understand?" the other party said slowly, "Those who killed them can be considered as my clansmen—the 'low-level living corpses' you call them."
Yes, that is indeed the case. What she said is correct in every word! But John still waited until the other party finished speaking the last word before reacting.
Aren't the ones who killed these teammates the same walking zombies wandering around? But why? Why didn't he even connect those walking corpses with these high-level living corpses in front of him for so many days
By the way, it’s “wisdom”!
Perhaps it is precisely because although these high-level living corpses look horrifying in appearance, almost every object he has ever encountered in and around this city of icicles has characteristics that are close to, equal to, or even superior to human beings. His high level of intelligence gave him a subconscious state that was almost delusional. So much so that every time he met someone like Bai Ye or that "living zombie sister", he would subconsciously distinguish "them" from the low-level living zombies outside into two completely different and unrelated types of creatures.
And it was probably because of the existence of this "illusion" that he had always had a strange feeling these days, and even lost the direction and motivation of action several times.
However, this is obviously wrong, isn't it? These seemingly friendly humanoid creatures in front of me are all non-human "alien". Not long ago, they were the life and death enemies of all humans!
Just when John suddenly woke up and all kinds of thoughts were wandering in his mind, he heard the living corpse lady in front of him suddenly said again:
"However, Mr. Stewart, I have another piece of news here... which may be good news for you. Do you want to come and hear it?"
"What?" John asked subconsciously.
"There is another person in the team that Mr. was in, who may still be alive."
Is this good news? of course!
When John heard this, he immediately thought of nothing else. He put aside everything and suddenly raised his head, looking past the other person's profile towards the entire row of tombstones. Although the night was dark, the outlines could still be seen more or less clearly. He counted them quickly from left to right.
Because the tombstones hadn't been finished yet, he hadn't noticed just now that the number of tombstones compared to the number of team members... was actually one less!
"Who? Who?" John thought anxiously.