"Brother Ling, are you alright?"
As soon as Ye Lian dodged, she appeared in front of Ling Mo and hugged him.
Ling Mo's right hand could no longer be lifted, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He gritted his teeth and shook his head: "I'm fine, let's see if this is his body, or another clone? I can't give him another chance to sneak attack."
Hearing what Ling Mo said, Shana, who was about to rush over to check on him, hesitated for a moment, then turned around to check the body.
"This... Brother Ling, he just started to mutate, I don't know if it's a clone or what... "
Shana said in surprise.
"That should be the main body. It is impossible for a living person to stay here and let him bite and mutate. No wonder he can't listen to people's words, and the original main body has also become this virtue."
There was a hint of disgust in Ling Mo's eyes. Before the man shot and tried to kill Ye Lian, he felt that this man was a little pitiful.
But now it seems that poor people must have something to hate.
This person is obviously a power user, and has enough ability to kill all the zombies slowly, but there are no other survivors here...
"But why is he here? Is the hiding place right here?"
Ling Mo walked down the stairs with Ye Lian's help. At this moment, there were footsteps coming from behind him. It was obvious that the others heard the gunshots and rushed over immediately.
Ling Mo took a look at Guo Chao's corpse, thinking that this person is indeed unlucky enough...
But life is so fragile.
At this time, he noticed the stairwell with the door open, and then he gritted his teeth and took out the flashlight. Dive in and check it out.
But the beam just hit the wall. Ling Mo suddenly felt his scalp tingle.
on the wall. The writing was all dark black, obviously written in blood.
"I've never eaten anyone!"
"I'm not a monster!"
"It's all your fault. If it wasn't for your meddling, I wouldn't bite you at all! You turned me into a monster!"
"I was wrong, don't come here, don't bother me!"
Words like this were written almost all over the wall.
But it looks like it's been a long time.
From these jumbled words. Ling Mo saw two points.
One, the remaining survivors here are estimated to be killed by him; two, he himself has been completely twisted in loneliness and guilt.
The clone said to kill all the zombies and control his desire to eat meat, in Ling Mo's view, it is probably an escape mentality.
Could he be playing some kind of self-hypnosis trick? It seems very likely now.
It seems that in order to save his life, he has been relying on avatar activities, and hid his main body here.
Ling Mo didn't know much about his abilities. It can only be guessed from the current situation.
When I talked to him before, he behaved normally. Unexpectedly, as soon as he involved himself, his psychological distortion was immediately exposed.
The area of the stairwell is not large, but there are quite a lot of things piled up.
Six stacked boxes of military cans, a few radios in the box. This thing also has one on his avatar.
In addition, there are some miscellaneous things, but Ling Mo has no energy to check them one by one.
Now that Hu Chuan is dead, there are no other potential threats to this barracks. It is important to deal with the wound first.
He asked Li Yalin to take out those radios and put two of them in his backpack.
We still need to keep an eye on the external situation. Now that so long has passed, if there are rescue forces, they should start sending out signals to search for survivors.
It's unlikely, but it's something to keep an eye on.
At this time, Meng Jiayu and others had already arrived, and the first thing they saw was the bodies of Guo Chao and Hu Chuan.
Meng Jiayu immediately covered his mouth, his eyes were already red, and Lao Wang slowly lowered the muzzle, revealing a look of grief.
"This... what's going on here!" Zhang Haoyu asked in shock.
Only 202 had a relaxed expression. He first glanced at Hu Chuan's body, and then immediately turned his attention to Ling Mo: "Hey, brother, are you injured?"
After he finished speaking, he immediately rushed to Ling Mo and reached out to touch his shoulder.
However, this seemingly concerned move made Ling Mo want to kick him after he spoke.
"Come and let me smell it and see what's the difference between you and ordinary people? As a strange... ah! Sister Nana, why are you stepping on me again!"
"Brother, are you injured?"
Meng Jiayu quickly wiped away her tears and turned her eyes to Ling Mo.
Zhang Haoyu and others also immediately surrounded them. Although Guo Chao's death made them sad, none of them were used to seeing life and death.
"Are you all right?"
"The gunshot wound, fortunately, it was wiped from above, and it didn't hurt the bones... I'm lucky. But you may have to endure it for a while, and it will take a long time to heal completely."
Pharaoh immediately checked Ling Mo's clothes through his clothes, and then said happily.
Ling Mo thought that this was not lucky, it was a temporary correct judgment that saved his life.
This kind of temporary change ability is also an instinct cultivated in life and death struggles again and again.
"If that's the case, then it won't get in the way. I'm carrying emergency medicine, so I can deal with it."
Ling Mo took a deep breath in pain and said.
Zhang Haoyu hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Lao Wang: "Then let's put the body of Captain Guo first."
Said to be placement, in fact, is to find a room to put it away.
This is already much better than throwing corpses in the wilderness, or even being eaten by zombies.
Meng Jiayu and 202 stayed by Ling Mo's side, and a group of people sat on the stairs outside the door, intending to briefly treat Ling Mo's wound.
Of course, 202 is mainly to observe closely whether Ling Mo is a monster or a human.
After taking off his shirt, his left shoulder, which was already bloody, was immediately exposed.
Although the bullet just touched the flesh, it still caused Ling Mo a lot of damage.
Fortunately, the bones were indeed fine.
"It seems that TV shows are all lies..."
The moment the bullet touches flesh and blood. The severe pain Ling Mo felt indicated. It is definitely not as simple as a simple scratch.
In other words when the bullet hits his flesh. Immediately, it caused a huge trauma to him.
It is conceivable that if the hit is on the abdomen or the like, I am afraid that although the entrance is a small hole, the inside is messed up, and when it penetrates, it becomes a big hole.
"This can only be simply disinfected..."
Meng Jiayu couldn't help but start to cry again. Seeing Ling Mo frowning and sweat on his forehead, he was really sad.
Ye Lian also clenched his fists at once, and the cold light in Shana's eyes was even more intense. Even Li Yalin frowned.
"Brother Ling."
Ye Lian rarely reacted to Ling Mo's smell of blood. Instead, he reached out and squeezed his other hand.
"Okay, come on."
Originally, Shana was supposed to deal with the wound, but 202 was very active in expressing that as a perennial patient, he had a little experience in this regard.
"Aren't you in a mental hospital?"
"So I have rich experience in wound management!"
202 replied quite rightly, this time he no longer denied that he was mentally ill.
He grabbed the hydrogen peroxide, stared at Ling Mo's wound excitedly, and started to act.
Ling Mo originally wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, it's okay to let him try. As long as he doesn't use the knife or needle, there will be no harm.
Let the female zombie deal with the wound? just forget it. They are good at how to create wounds.
Meng Jiayu looked too nervous, while Ling Mo himself could only move his left hand.
As expected of a mentally handicapped person. 202 was not affected by the wound at all, and when it started to disinfect, it immediately entered a state of full concentration, even more serious and responsible than a professional doctor.
On the other hand, as a power user, when his mental power is highly concentrated, his movements are accurate to every detail, and the speed is also very fast.
After only ten minutes, he simply disinfected Ling Mo's wound and stopped the bleeding, and finally carefully wrapped him with gauze and bandages.
However, pain is inevitable, and this is only a simple treatment after all. It seems that some medicines are needed to speed up the healing.
"I didn't expect you to have such a hand." Ling Mo said with a pale face.
202 carefully put the blood-stained cotton balls and gauze into his pockets, and said proudly, "It's natural, I have a patient who loves loli and self-mutilation. The 203 beds are the most representative patients in history. He will have a lot of wounds every once in a while, and of course I have learned how to deal with emergencies.”
The wound hurt so badly, Ling Mo tried to divert his attention, so he just said a few more words to him: "Okay, I blame you, you are not completely useless. Then again, this kind of person shouldn't be tied up or calmed down. medicine?"
"Naive, do you think mental illnesses are all lunatics? At least 203 and I are only occasionally confused. This is actually a manifestation of excess consciousness. There are too many things in my mind. He will self-inflict because he misses his family too much. Loli... Probably? Anyway, there are so-called policies and countermeasures, and fighting wits with doctors and nurses is also a lot of fun, otherwise I would have been discharged from the hospital long ago."
202 said very seriously.
Believe in you...
Seeing that Ling Mo was still in the mood to joke with 202, Meng Jiayu seemed a little relieved.
However, he seemed to be out of strength, and the cold sweat kept coming out, which was probably too painful.
Both Ye Lian and Shana were close to Ling Mo, as if they wanted to make him feel better by expressing their closeness.
Li Yalin hesitated for a while, and raised her hand to wipe off Ling Mo's sweat.
At this time, Lao Wang and Zhang Haoyu had already placed Guo Chao's body and walked out of the building.
"I just found a room on the first floor. There are some guns, a car key specially hung on the door, and a lot of bullets. There are also some military uniforms and so on. It seems that the winter clothes have gone missing."
The old man said with some excitement.
He held a submachine gun in his hand and handed it directly to Ling Mo: "This is a low-pitched submachine gun, there are not many, you can take it."
Whisper? This sounds like a good thing!
"This submachine gun is very quiet, and of course it is not completely quiet. The magazine is also large, but unfortunately it is difficult to change the magazine, and no military loader has been found. Although it has shortcomings, I think it should be very good to you. It's helpful. It's a pity that it's not a field force, nor a special force, and the types and number of weapons are limited. I'm surprised that this gun will appear here."
Pharaoh's introduction made Ling Mo very interested in this submachine gun, so Shana reached out and took it.
According to his tone, there should be at least a few more, but this is very important to them, and Ling Mo doesn't mean to take them all.
Once fighting, there will be some crazy female zombies, and it is not suitable for playing with a gun...
It's instinct, it's easy to get them to pay attention, it's impossible to completely eradicate it.
When they were learning shooting at the base these days, they were not interested at all, and Ling Mo couldn't force it.
"What's the car key?" Ling Mo asked curiously.
Pharaoh pondered for a while, and then said: "I guess this person also wants to leave here, this should be the vehicle he prepared for himself. I saw a lot of dismantled parts and so on... I think, he must be Modified that car."
Modified cars? This is also good stuff!