This is the first time Ling Mo has truly realized how other people treat zombies.
From a human point of view, there is nothing wrong with this, but Ling Mo is still very shocked.
The pox-marked man kept hitting the head of the advanced zombie with an electric baton, and another researcher came over and stabbed the needle into the zombie's arm.
After a syringe full of blood was drawn, this advanced zombie was also tortured into a groggy state.
Several times, Ling Mo was ready to cut off the spiritual connection, but the man who drew blood stopped the acne-marked man in time.
"Killing him to death won't eat you good fruit. All the high-level zombies caught before are dead. This is just the most suitable test item for now! Thinking about it is a little exciting."
A smile appeared on the researcher's fat face, and he carefully placed the needle into the box.
Ling Mo noticed that there was a whole box of ice cubes in it. In fact, even without cryopreservation, the virus in the blood of the zombies could maintain its vitality for a long time.
"By drawing a tube of blood at different times every day, can we really study the active period of the virus?" asked the man with acne marks.
"Probably. I used to be a doctor... but hell, I'm just a pediatrician! But from the data I have now, no matter what kind of zombies they are, when they don't have an attack target, their bodies will fall into a deep sleep, like a Short periods of deep sleep for us humans. To gain physical strength quickly and minimize energy consumption, like hibernation. Then when they turn back on...seconds, no buffering required.”
The man said while sorting the box.
"It's amazing how quickly these monsters heal. We're short on medicine. They don't need medicine. If only we could distill that part of it that's good for us."
The acne-marked man turned his head and glared at the advanced zombie in disgust. said.
"Forget it. Anyway, I won't let those viruses get into my body when I die. What we need to study is how to kill zombies more quickly. The more advanced the zombies are, the harder it is to hit. How many sharpshooters do you think we have? But if It would be great if they could develop something that would kill them instantly, no matter where they hit. Like a silver bullet that kills vampires."
The fat-faced man laughed and closed the box, then turned his head and walked towards the door.
"Do you know the thing found from the back of the zombie's head? It looks like a stone? I heard that it is the combination of most of the viruses in their body. It should be controlling the zombie's nervous system, right? By the way, do you know? Do you know that there is a power user who gave these zombies a more detailed classification?"
The pimple man followed. said.
The fat-faced man sneered: "It's not a fucking game, it's a level..."
"But it's really useful. At least you know the characteristics of each level of zombies, so you can fight in a targeted manner. However, even zombies of the same level have individual differences. If you underestimate the enemy, you will die miserably."
Ling Mo's body immediately reached out and touched his backpack.
Sure enough, the information Su Qianrou gave him was not comprehensive at all, completely avoiding the key points.
The progress of the camp's research on zombies is obviously much more advanced than what the data says.
Although the information these two people said were all discovered by Ling Mo long ago.
But this also represents the evolutionary laws and action patterns of zombies. Even thinking patterns are gradually being exposed to these humans.
This is not a good thing for Ye Lian and the others...
Ling Mo was also a little dazed for a while. Should he consider humans from the perspective of humans, or should he stand from the perspective of zombies
"Forget it, whatever they want to study is up to them, but no matter who wants to hurt Ye Lian and the others, I won't allow it! Now this is also an opportunity for me..."
Seeing that they were about to leave the bus, Ling Mo's heart moved, and he suddenly controlled the advanced zombie to open his mouth: "Ow..."
"To shut up!"
The pockmarked man was startled, and turned his head to glared at the zombie.
Ling Mo was also a little anxious, but it was not easy to control the corpse to speak.
He said "Ow" several times before he finally shouted out indistinctly: "Stop... stand... stop!"
The two researchers were dumbfounded.
After they glanced at each other, they immediately rushed to Ling Mo's corpse like a madman.
The acne-marked man even hurriedly dropped the baton and took out a voice recorder from his pocket.
"Grass! My grass! This monster is finally willing to speak! This time, it is a high-level zombie with high intelligence!"
He threw himself in front of the corpse puppet, and the hand holding the recorder was shaking.
The fat-faced man swallowed his saliva, looked at the corpse puppet excitedly, and asked, "What do you want to talk about? What do you want to say? Don't worry, even if you say you want to eat us, it's fine, we won't kill you."
The acne-marked man bumped him with his elbow: "Zombies are not afraid of death."
"You stopped talking? Do you want something to eat?"
The fat-faced man looked so excited that he took out a bag of virus gel from another sealed refrigerator.
The virus gels were not cleaned and some debris remained on them.
And just looking at the quality, it doesn't seem to be that good...
But after taking a look at the refrigerator, Ling Mo felt that his guess might be wrong.
It's likely that their aftermath has been going on for three days or more...
"You... you..."
Ling Mo controlled the corpse with difficulty and continued: "What do you know about us? You... weak... little humans..."
After speaking, Ling Mo's body couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows.
I can't think of the day when he said something like this...
The pockmarked man was stunned for a moment, then sneered, and smashed the corpse on the head with a baton: "Isn't this monster stupid! What do you know? You know a lot! Now you are still the same as us in appearance, but in reality No matter what kind of experiment you are doing, it proves that you are a monster with killing as the first principle of action! Human flesh? Eat! Same species? Eat! Mutated beasts? Eat!
"But you... you don't know... how strong we are... how to kill... better... kill us..."
After he finished manipulating the corpse, Ling Mo's body couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
This kind of vocal cord is like a stuck tape, which is really not a good feeling.
Ling Mo touched Ye Lian's head, then leaned in and kissed her: "It's really hard work for our girl."
But when he was distracted, the corpse puppet immediately stretched its neck and almost touched the face of the pimple-marked man.
This sudden scene scared the pockmarked man and screamed like a wild cat: "Oh my God! He just wanted to bite me!"
"Tell me... I'll... answer your questions... human... but I can... hear if you're... lying..."
The corpse puppet's gaze turned to the pimple-marked man's chest, staring at the position of his heart.
This is an advanced zombie. Although the eyes are a little blank after being manipulated, it is difficult to see any flaws compared to mutant zombies or ordinary zombies.
They were probably seeing the corpse for the first time. After the two looked at each other for a while, the fat-faced man immediately said, "Yes!"
"We don't know enough about you yet, but we already know that mutant zombies have appeared, and they are stronger than ordinary zombies all day long, and their individual strength is almost between... mutated and advanced zombies... You don't understand This is right? It's just a little worse than you anyway. Then, we know that there are stronger zombies among you. They are very few in number, not easy to catch, and very cunning. There are also some clues... "
After the fat-faced man finished speaking, the acne-marked man hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The way to kill you... I haven't found a better way..."
"We're all done, and now I'll let you answer the question? How did you evolve, and what else did you do besides devouring each other?"
Ten minutes later, with a roar from the bus, the two researchers walked out depressed.
"Grass! Monsters are monsters, he told him everything, and he actually acted stupid to us! He just screamed! He even bit my voice recorder!"
"He knows that those are useless. Could it be that he plans to tell other zombies? These monsters..."
"Submit the situation just now, they won't think we are lying, right? Forget it... Let's just hand him over to them... "
It is estimated that these people never thought that anyone would be interested in zombies, so after they left, the bus stopped here, and there was no one to guard it.