Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

Chapter 202

After the body's detoxification organs resumed their work, Moze soon felt dizzy and uncomfortable.An all-too-familiar bloody and rancid stench was also transmitted to my mind along the olfactory nerve.

In front of him was a huge prison.A two-finger thick metal fence connects the ground and the ceiling.It can only be barely squeezed into the narrow gap of one hand, so that anyone who wants to get out of the cage can only dispel the nonsense.

Near the center of the cage, there is a big hole that was apparently made artificially.Surrounded by metal barbs.The height of five meters is also an insurmountable distance for the creatures in the cage. Even if the zombies can jump that high, the circle of sharp barbs is enough to prevent them from escaping.

What's more, there was only an ordinary zombie in the cage, who seemed to have been hungry for a long time, and was picking up the leftover limbs eaten by the same kind on the ground, and stuffing them into his stomach piece by piece.

Everyone here should have been vaccinated and serum injected, otherwise no guy with a brain problem would raise zombies to play.

Carrying Moze's beard, he was the first person to notice that Moze had woken up. His chatty personality made him gloat over Moze's misfortune: "Although I don't know how you provoke the people above, let A guy like you is more suitable for Lord Rabbit to come to this kind of place, but once you come, don’t even think about leaving. Do you see that hole, tomorrow you will throw it in there to feed the zombies.”

"Oh?" It was a novel feeling to be tied up with a rope and carried away. After seeing Chen Simeng next to him who was also safe and sound, Mo Ze asked calmly: "What about you? Watch here? "

"Eh? You're interesting!" The bearded man suddenly felt strange and laughed, grabbed the rope vigorously and shook it a few times, then turned around and asked strangely, "Aren't you afraid? The dozen or so men before didn't even say a word." If you can say it, you are the only one who can remain so calm. Could it be that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, right?"

"You may not believe it if you say it. If it is not for a special reason, you will throw me in to eat zombies tomorrow." Shaking his head with a smile, Moze felt the contents of his robe pocket with his arms. The phone was still there, but the knife was gone. up.

"Master, what should we do now?" Chen Simeng's voice came from his mind, and he glanced in Chen Simeng's direction, he was still pretending to be unconscious.

"It would be very interesting if they just put us together with zombies. But I think that guy Wen Siyuan will definitely find me some more moths..."

Mo Ze guessed right, Wen Siyuan was indeed not idle... He still remembered clearly what Wang Jie asked for them to suffer a hundred times his own pain.

Under the protection of two men with guns, he ran to a nearby restaurant and brought back a cage of hungry and mad vipers.He heard that the military had anticipated the appearance of this monster long before the appearance of zombies, and studies said that they would mutate similarly after eating other creatures.

If the zombies were to eat these snakes tonight, would they turn into something else tomorrow and bite those two people to death?

Of course, this caged snake still has to honor Brother Yang who looks like a big mouse first.

That night, the smell of snake soup came from the kitchen. As for the peeled snake skin and internal organs, they were thrown into the cage where the zombies were kept.

As for the dozen or so hideous snake heads, Yao Ping took them back to her car. Using the method she had learned before, she took a whole wine cup of light yellow venom, put it in an injection bottle, and took it with her.

Mo Ze and Chen Simeng were not imprisoned, but tied to an iron rod.Appears to be offcuts from the construction of the barbs.

There was no clock or lamp in the room, only one candle.

Moze didn't know where he was or what time it was. He only knew that the terrain here was very complicated, with room after room, corridors and stairways in a strange shape.If the person who arranged it didn't do it deliberately, it means that the person who drew the blueprint didn't have a brain.

Mo Ze and Chen Simeng were very hungry, and Chen Simeng just took the opportunity to cut his leg on the passing bump, and all the toxins and part of the blood accumulated in his body because of the lack of imitation flowed out at that moment.

This is probably why Wen Siyuan was surprised when he walked up to Moze with a needle and a bottle of injection.

"Good evening." Seeing that the two of them had woken up and no longer needed their own antidote, Wen Siyuan laughed for a while, then reached out and stroked Mo Ze's cheek obsessively: "What a beautiful expression... Tomorrow , you must survive. In this way, I can not only complete the task assigned to me by the superiors, but also get you."

Slanting his eyes, Mo Ze, who didn't have to look at Wen Siyuan directly, felt a little ridiculous.Is this guy perverted? The only time I met him was when I put a knife on his neck, but now he's getting hot here?

Of course I will live tomorrow, but what business do you care?And, where's my knife!

Although it was just an ordinary knife simulated by a prototype, Moze still glanced nervously at Wen Siyuan, and after being disgusted by the sweet expression on his face, he asked loudly, "Where's my knife?"

"Knife? It's in my car. That's what caught my eye. How can I make it disappear?"

Mo Ze's eyes finally stopped looking away, but seriously stared at Wen Siyuan's loving eyes, and cursed all of them with disgust: "Don't talk nonsense here! That knife has nothing to do with you! You If you talk nonsense again!"

"You killed me?" Laughed softly, Wen Siyuan was like a hunter who knew his prey well, lightly slapped Moze's face with the back of his hand, got up and picked up the white candle fixed on the wall, feeling happy He smiled and said: "Then I will let you do it more happily!"

The head of the candle had accumulated a puddle of hot candle oil due to the candle flame, and it was still trembling slightly when it was brought in front of Moze.

Mo Ze, who had a vague sense of foreboding, stared at the flickering flame of the candle in Wen Siyuan's hand, and asked in a hasty tone unconsciously: "What do you want to do! I advise you not to do this! Otherwise you will die It's definitely more painful than you can imagine!"

"Oh, then I'm really scared!" Completely taking Mo Ze's words as an impossible threat, Wen Siyuan walked around in front of Chen Simeng with a sneer, looked at the innocent and lovely face, and said through gritted teeth: " Since you have such a good relationship with this boy, let him suffer for you!"

"Stay cute! Use imitation! Don't think so much!" Moze, who already knew what might happen, didn't care about the cold words that he might not die, and he would be poisoned by Hailis.If Leng Yan was indeed alive, with his shrewdness and ruthlessness, how could he die so easily.

But if Chen Simeng didn't resist, he might be crippled by Wen Siyuan!From the corner of his vision, he could clearly see the candle in Wen Siyuan's hand resting on Chen Simeng's eyes, even if Chen Simeng closed his eyelids with such hot wax, it would definitely burn his fragile eyeballs due to the temperature.

What's more, Wen Siyuan's left hand was obviously stretched out, and he easily opened Chen Simeng's eyelids, and said with a bit of regret, "What a beautiful cat's eye, it really hurts to ruin it like this!"

Having said that, Wen Siyuan slightly tilted the angle of the candle, so that the hot wax oil could drip into Chen Simeng's eyes precisely like eye drops.

From Moze's point of view, I couldn't see the details, but when Wen Siyuan made a slanted hand movement, Moze's arm had gradually swelled.

"Master, don't do this." In Moze's consciousness space, Chen Simeng's message was very calm: "If Leng Yan is killed because of my simulation, I will be very sad. It's just one eye, I don't hurt."

The well-behaved feeling made Moze's action of urging the virus pause, and his nose could already smell a faint smell of paste, as well as the sound of cooling down.

Chen Simeng didn't make any sound, he was like a corpse, the other eye was still intact, staring at Wen Siyuan's crazy expression indifferently, his lips even began to curl up slowly.

"Look, I said that it doesn't hurt at all, and I will also turn off the pain nerve node! Alex was the first to teach me!" The message sent by Chen Simeng's brainwaves still brought him the habit of going online. The tone was warped, but this made Moze feel very uncomfortable, and even the source who always liked to be noisy in this situation became quiet for the first time.

Chen Simeng's right eye was already looking dull, and the fragile cornea was covered with a thick layer of white wax oil, but Chen Simeng's performance made Wen Siyuan very dissatisfied.What he originally wanted to hear were Mo Ze's pleading for him and Chen Simeng's screaming.

But neither, what Moze gave him was nothing other than the fierce expression formed by the sullen eyes on his face and the drawn corners of his lips.Chen Simeng's mouth has been closed naturally from just now to now, neither opened screaming nor clenched because of pain.From the beginning to the end, it was a meaningless expression that had nothing to do with it.

It was as if it wasn't his eyes that I scalded blindly just now, but just accidentally dripped wax oil on his nails.

It felt like he was acting like a zombie locked in a cage downstairs, who didn't know what fear was, and couldn't feel pain.In his remaining eyes, apart from the indifferent killing intent, Wen Siyuan could not find any other emotions.

"Ha...ha...you..." Wen Siyuan, who felt that the surrounding air had become gloomy, took a deep breath, and finally stopped breathing heavily as if he was dying.Swallowing down the sour saliva in his mouth, Wen Siyuan glanced at the candle that was still burning in his hand, and tried hard to put himself in the position of the winner, trying to smile proudly like he did in the military area.

But he found that the muscles on his face didn't seem to listen to his commands, except that he could feel the forehead lines on the top of his head trembling with the movements of his expression, and his lips always hung down like broad-leaved vegetables beaten by frost.

It seems that as the perpetrator, I am the one who loses.

No!It shouldn't be!tomorrow!Wait until tomorrow!Both of them will die!I just have to get my last thing done!

Thinking like this, Wen Siyuan seemed like a child who finally found a way to comfort him after suffering too many setbacks. With a forced smile, he turned around and took the candle and left the darkened floor, leaving only each other behind. Mo Ze and Chen Simeng, who were concerned, made small rustling noises in the darkness.