âCough, coughâŠâ
Her neck was gripped, and her toes were forced to tiptoe, finally showing a trace of fear on the girlâs face.
But apart from fear and tension, her eyes clearly expressed another layer of meaning: âThis⊠this isnât right!â
She considered herself quite knowledgeable about zombies, but the one in front of her absolutely exceeded her understanding! Judging by the eyes, this wasnât a Senior Zombie, and by the physical condition, he wasnât a variation zombie either⊠Yet this seemingly unremarkable common zombie didnât have the notorious low intelligence typical of its kind!
Luring the enemy in, creating diversions, attacking from behind, tripping people⊠none of these were things a zombie was supposed to do!
The girl knew she was caught, but she couldnât figure out why!
To her, the various âcollectionsâ on this floor were like toys, no matter how unusually one of these toys might behave. But she didnât expect this particular âplaytimeâ would be anything but enjoyable!
She couldnât help but feel afraid, her body trembling uncontrollably.
This zombie was now standing right in front of her, his blood-red eyes fixed on herâŠ
However, the girl didnât know that what was actually looking at her wasnât a zombie, but a young man hidden behind the zombieâŠ
âScared?â Ling Mo couldnât help but shake his head.
Fear was normal; when humans are caught by zombies, their fate is inevitably tragic. With a little imagination, a person might even envision, seconds before dying, how they helplessly watch their own body being torn apart. This kind of death was one of the most horrific for humans, nobody wanted to see themselves become food. And now, this world was practically made for zombies.
Because he had just pressed her firmly to the ground, the girlâs face was covered in dust.
Her wide, frightened eyes made her look quite different from before.
Of course, Ling Mo would never actually tear a girl apart; the most he had ever torn was clothes, never a personâŠ
âThis floor probably only has this girl and the people in that room leftâŠâ Ling Mo thought for a moment, then suddenly reached into her pocket.
Seeing Ling Mo reach in, the girl stiffened up sharply, her eyes reddening slightly.
âAlthough itâs really embarrassing⊠I really donât want to be eaten!â
Seeing the girl on the verge of tears, Ling Mo was taken aback as well.
âReally?â
How did she start crying all of a suddenâŠ
As Ling Moâs movements stopped, the girlâs tears began to fall even faster.
She didnât know why this Zombie hesitated, but this meant her tears had an effect, so she couldnât let them stop!
With tears streaming down her face, the girl stared at Ling Mo, vaguely feeling a glimmer of hope.
âRight, right, Zombies donât cry. Apparently, this Zombie doesnât understand why my eyes are like fountains!â
Seeing the girl cry more intensely, Ling Mo frowned tightly.
He hadnât even done anything yet, why start crying so soon?
Also, since he had stopped, why had she really started crying instead?
âAre teenage girls really this difficult to understandâŠâ
Ling Mo thought for a moment, then reached into his pocket and took something out, opening his hand in front of the girl.
The girl, caught up in her crying, was startled when the Zombieâs hand came towards her face.
In the Zombieâs open palm, there was a candy!
It was the very candy she had thrown earlier to test the situation, and the Zombie had picked it up.
But⊠why would a Zombie put candy in his pocket?
âAnd why would a Zombie give it to me⊠Wait, is this for me?â
The girl widened her eyes at the candy, then looked up at the Zombie.
When the Zombie lifted his hand slightly, she finally confirmed her guess.
The candy really was for her!
âBut why? Why give me candy? Does this mean⊠is this his way of trying to make me stop crying?â
The girl stood with her mouth slightly open, her gaze at the Zombie completely frozen.
She didnât know what to feel more shocked by-that the Zombie knew how to comfort a person, or that she was actually being comforted by a Zombie.
âHmm? You stopped crying? It really workedâŠâ
Ling Mo nodded in satisfaction and casually tucked the candy into the girlâs hat.
As his hand passed by her ear, the girl visibly shuddered.
She now seemed to grasp that this Zombie didnât intend to eat herâŠ
âYou⊠you understand human speech, donât you?â the girl mustered up the courage to ask.
Seeing the Zombie remain silent, she quickly added, âDonât worry, I⊠I wonât run.â
âYou understand, right? If you canât speak⊠can you shake your head?â
Realizing the Zombie wasnât making any hostile moves, her bravery slowly returned.
She eventually reverted to her former self; this girl was naturally quite fearless, otherwise, she couldnât have treated those âcollectionsâ as toys, nor confronted Ling Mo alone.
One close call made her scared for a moment, but now that she found herself safe, her true nature resurfaced.
ââŠ?â Ling Mo was at a loss for words. His goal was the intelligence behind that door, not this girlâŠ
The best move now would be to knock her out with a slap, but hearing her chatter away, Ling Mo got another idea.
âWho are you?â Ling Mo deliberately slowed his speech, speaking in a low voice.
The girl was initially dumbfounded, then her eyes lit up excitedly as she exclaimed, âYou can speak! Amazing! Is it a Brain Mutant? If he knew about this, heâd be thrilled! But you donât quite belong on this floor, where are you from?â
ââŠYou ask too many questions. Answer me.â Ling Mo rolled his eyes.
Girl, your neck is still being held by a Zombie, could you be a bit more serious?
This was a classic case of a healed wound being forgotten. No wonder she had the nerve to play tricks on this floor with such a thick skin.
âDonât get mad!â the girl quickly lowered her voice, sticking out her tongue playfully as she continued, âIâm Lan⊠Just call me Lan Lan. And you? Oh, I forgot, you probably donât even have a codeâŠâ
âYou really donât hold back with your words, do youâŠâ Ling Mo thought but didnât take offense. This Zombie identity seemed quite advantageous now; thereâs no way she would ever suspect a Zombie of trying to extract information, right? He considered it and then asked, âWho is this âheâ? Why would he be happy for me?â
âOh, him! How about this⊠Iâll take you to see him?â Lan Lanâs eyes twinkled as she spoke.
Ling Mo found it amusing; this girl was already scheming.
âHow about it?â she asked expectantly.
ââŠThe âheâ she mentioned must be that researcher,â Ling Mo mused. To be honest, he was also very curious.
But the fact that this girl dared to propose this suggested she had a plan. Once they met the researcher, thereâd be a high probability she could escape, potentially turning the table on him.
A girl who could casually think of luring a Zombie was clearly not someone to be underestimated.
âBy the way, can you tell me how you managed to escape from the Long-arm Zombie⊠no, how you defeated the Long-arm Zombie? Going in and coming out again, everythingâs completely changedâŠâ Lan Lanâs expression looked quite âinnocent.â
âA lot can happen in and out; sometimes, itâs not surprising to suddenly find an extra child,â Ling Mo replied sarcastically.
âUm?â At that moment, Lan Lanâs expression genuinely looked confused; she had no idea what he was talking about.
Ling Mo glanced at the girl and then suddenly yanked her from the wall.
âLetâs go see him,â Ling Mo said.
Initially frightened, Lan Lan looked surprised and then showed a hint of joy upon hearing this.
Seeing her slightly uplifted lips, Ling Moâs main body couldnât help but smile as well.
This time, letâs see who outwits whomâŠ