The two zombies seemed tired, and finally the one upstairs stopped first, and the one downstairs was also quiet.
Yes, the one above can't get out, so he doesn't need to worry at all.
he thought vaguely.
Just so hungry.
The hunger that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and soul made him eager to stuff something into his mouth to fill this terrifying hunger.
This zombie is wandering in this street with an iron bucket. He doesn't understand why he keeps wandering here. Is it because of the same kind that is higher than him
If you eat this same kind, will you not be hungry
However, the other party is one level higher than him, and even if he can't get out, he can't eat.
Should wait for the moment.
He could vaguely feel that although the same kind was one level higher than himself, and the coercion was strong, it was very weak.
When he's weaker, he can rush up to eat him so he won't be hungry.
Before that, he had to eat other food.
The dazed zombie stepped on a newspaper, and the creaking sound made him stop and look down. After a while, he put down the iron bucket he was carrying, and bent over to pick up the newspaper with difficulty.
Even high-level zombies, like ordinary zombies, have severe rigidity and slow movements when they are not fighting.
This is to preserve the stamina of the zombies.
God knows why zombies also have "physical strength".
Probably instinct.
He spread out the newspaper he picked up and looked at it. Naturally, he didn't understand it. The word "recognition" had already disappeared from the memory module, and he didn't see anything of interest. He put the newspaper in his mouth. Stopped, chewed it twice and swallowed it.
unpalatable.
Still very hungry.
Lifting the iron bucket again, he didn't know why he was carrying this thing, as if he didn't know why he kept looking up at the third floor of the building, as if there was something worthy of his attention.
Although a little above, he knew that his kind was one level above him.
Suddenly, a small head appeared from the window on the third floor, and the little head looked at him fixedly.
"Uncle Zhu Yuan." The soft voice floated out, rolled along the wind, and when it landed in his ear, he could no longer hear what it was.
But he heard the sound of blood flowing, smelled the delicious taste of flesh and blood, and these sounds and tastes squeezed all his instincts and told him that the "object" that appeared upstairs could fill the burning hunger in his body. .
I saw the monster rushing towards him, rushing under the wall, and kept hitting the wall.
There is Lu Yu in the front, and Zhu Yuan in the back. Bianbian, who has already experienced it once, is stronger than expected. She was not afraid, but just put her toes on her toes, lying under the window, and lowered her head as much as possible to see Uncle Zhu Yuan, who had turned into a monster.
Behind him, Nong Jiusi stretched out a finger to hook Xiao Budian's collar to prevent her from accidentally falling down.
Not long ago, Nong Jiusi was still thinking about how to get Xiao Budian to use the broom to sweep Zhu Yuan away—because the system made it clear that the broom only works in Bianbian's hands, and only she can use it.
But he couldn't communicate with Xiaobudian, and naturally he couldn't tell Xiaobudian how to use the broom.
However, at this time, I heard a strange voice, the voice said: "Bianbian, I am your system father, Uncle Zhu Yuan has been infected and turned into a zombie, he is very dangerous, you must go down with a broom and sweep him away. This area, so you'll be safe."
Bianbian: ? ?
She looked around at a loss, but found that her body suddenly couldn't move.
"Don't be afraid, I'm the father of the system, and I won't hurt you." The strange voice changed into a gentle male voice, which really relaxed the fear that suddenly surged in his heart.
"Dad?" she murmured.
The system made a shameless "eh" sound.
Even more confused.
"But... Grandpa said that I don't have a father. My parents threw me into the trash can by the roadside when I was born. I was picked up by my grandfather."
"I'm your other dad."
After saying this, the system didn't explain too much, only said: "The side is the best baby, pick up the small broom, go out and sweep Zhu Yuan away."
His eyes suddenly lit up: "I see, you are the uncle who can't see, right!"
The system was silent for a while, and then said: "No, I'm just your system father, what I said to you, and my existence, you can't tell those 'invisible uncles'."
Bianbian didn't know why, but nodded obediently subconsciously, and firmly remembered this sentence.
The system stopped talking.
As for Nong Jiusi, he still held the small broom, and in front of him was still crying pitifully, but when the broom appeared, his eyes widened, and he looked at the broom with an expression of whether he wanted to cry or not.
No differences were found throughout the process.
So he wiped away his tears and stopped crying. When he took the small broom to look at it, he raised his eyebrows, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong, and then the wrong thread was replaced by "this is the reaction given by the game", naturally Did not delve into it.
Then he put the small broom on the ground, then ran to the window and stood on the stool.
Nong Jiusi didn't stop her this time.
Since Xiaodian already knew what was going on, it was normal for her to look at it, not to mention that she had to use a broom to sweep Zhu Yuan away.
Besides, he's by his side.
Just for the sake of safety, he reluctantly stretched out a finger to hook the little back collar.
Why does he do such a boring action
The suddenly self-doubting Lord Jiusi thought for a long time, but he still didn't take back the movement on his hand, and he also stepped out on his toes to hold the small stool that was sliding back due to the side movements.
"Uncle Zhu Yuan." Xiaobudian shouted again with a cry.
The body of the building trembled slightly under the impact of the zombies. The zombies who finally stopped upstairs seemed to sense something, and began to ram and roar, trying to use their own coercion to drive away the intruder who kept dying downstairs.
As it got closer, the sound stopped running with the wind. When the second "Uncle Zhu Yuan" fell from the side, the zombie who hit the wall stopped and looked up at his food target.
A soft ding.
Something fell on the face.
The dark blue hand with blood-colored lines was raised on his face. He didn't know that it was the little girl's tears, but he felt a strange sadness.
However, this grief was quickly dispelled by the hunger for food. He opened his mouth to the little man upstairs, revealing sharp teeth that had been transformed into shark-like teeth, and roared mournfully.
fly up.
You can eat it when you fly.
The gust of wind gathered under him and lifted his body up, just as his body bounced up like a cannonball and reached the window—
Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhu Yuan was stunned when he suddenly flew up. At this moment, a small broom floated next to him, and he took it immediately. The system father said in his mind - this broom can sweep Uncle Zhu Yuan away.
If she sweeps too hard, will Uncle Zhu Yuan hurt
After taking the small broom, he hesitated again and again, then took the broom and gently swept it towards Zhu Yuan.
Zhu Yuan's body froze suddenly, the wind that brought him up disappeared, and his body fell, making a heavy "bang" sound.
Glancing at the broom, he quickly turned his head to see Uncle Zhu Yuan.
The zombies downstairs seemed to be stunned and didn't move for a long time. After a while, he sat up with difficulty, looked left and right, his terrified face was full of blankness, as if he didn't know why he fell down.
When he looked up and saw Bianbian again, he immediately got up, started to gather winds and flew up again, and was swept down by Bianbian again.
This action continues...
Standing by and watching Xiao Budian sweep Zhu Yuan down for the sixth time, Nong Jiusi couldn't stand it any longer.
If it falls again, it is estimated that there will be fewer parts on the body - it is also perseverance, and it falls and flies again and again.
So, when Zhu Yuan was swept down for the seventh time, Nong Jiusi closed the window.
"Do you have to go down and sweep away Uncle Zhu Yuan?" Bianbian promised System Dad, and he couldn't let the invisible uncle know that they had spoken, so he was smart and didn't call anyone.
"Yes." She heard the voice of the system father.
Nong Jiusi responded by raising the broom and pointing in the direction of the door.
"Uncle Zhu Yuan must be hungry." He quickly packed some food such as instant noodles and bread in a plastic bag, and stuffed two bottles of mineral water into it.
Finally, he carried the bag, hugged the bear, opened the door with the broom and walked out.
Nong Jiusi stepped up and followed her, a clear smile flashed across his eyes.
"Uncle, are you there?" To sweep away Zhu Yuan face to face with a broom, even if he knew that it was Uncle Zhu Yuan, he was not afraid, but there was still a layer of fear in his subconscious, which was part of his cognition of the characteristics of monsters. An instinctive fear.
Nong Jiusi poked her face.
She felt it, and felt that her uncle should be beside her when she couldn't see it. She looked left and right, and based on the feeling on her right face, she stretched out her hand to the right.
Touched empty.
She didn't know that at the moment when her hand reached out, Nong Jiusi subconsciously stepped back and avoided her little hand.
Untouched, he probed his hand to the left.
After hesitating for a while, Nong Jiusi stretched out his hand this time, but what he didn't even expect was that he had put his hand beside Little Budian, but Little Budian's hand passed through him.
Nong Jiusi can touch the edge through the NR device, although it seems to be separated by a layer of film, it cannot feel the temperature and feeling.
Before, he used his body to block the side, and the little girl also touched him.
Why can't we meet at this time
After thinking about it for a while, Nong Jiusi turned to grab Bianbian's hand.
hold.
"Uncle!" He turned his eyes to the left in surprise.
It seems that only when he actively touches Xiaobudian can he touch him. Without the behavioral awareness of "active", Xiaobian can't touch him.
She blocked the edge with her body to prevent her from going to the window and bumped into him - because blocking it with her body was his initiative.
He stretched out his hand to hold his hand and held it empty.
And he stretched out his hand to hold the edge, and he took the initiative, so he held it.
Presumably the reason for the NR device.
Feeling that she was being held by her uncle, the last trace of fear disappeared, and soon, she took a small broom to Zhu Yuan's location.
Zhu Yuan, who lost his food target, is looking for the iron bucket he left behind.
"Uncle Zhu Yuan." Seeing Zhu Yuan, he subconsciously shouted.
The zombie who picked up the iron bucket rushed over and stopped two meters away from the side. The blue-gray cold eyes stared at the broom in the side's hand, daring not to move.
Seeing Zhu Yuan's appearance at close range, tears fell down.
She put the food in the bag on the ground and took a few steps back with the broom.
The zombie ran two more steps tentatively, but didn't dare to move. Then he looked down at the plastic bag he stepped on, and picked it up with a blank face. He squeezed and squeezed the instant noodle packaging bag. .
Finally, he threw the plastic bag into the iron bucket.
He raised his head again, still staring at the side eagerly, with a threatening ho ho sound in his throat.
While he was about to carefully sweep the small broom in the direction of Zhu Yuan, the zombie took two steps back.
She swept again, and he continued to retreat.
Nong Jiusi: "… "
Realizing the ability of the broom, the corners of his mouth twitched.
Blinking his eyes, he ignorantly understood what the father of the system meant - like sweeping garbage, sweeping Zhu Yuan away bit by bit.
But, but this place is so wide, how long does it take to sweep away Uncle Zhu Yuan
Bianbian usually takes a long time to clean the living room at home.
Frightened by the terrifying workload, holding a small broom, tears were still on his face, and he didn't know which direction his uncle was in, so he raised his face and whispered: "Uncle, can I not sweep away Uncle Zhu Yuan? "
The workload of "sweeping away Zhu Yuan" is too difficult for the five-year-old Bianbian.