Chapter 738 I Can Flexibly Go Around My Body Twice!

"Woo..."

The zombie slowly shook its head, staring suspiciously at the puppet controlled by Ling Mo. From his point of view, this kind of animal is obviously very low-level, and it is impossible to see through his methods of luring the enemy according to common sense. You must know that he has provoked as much as possible within the scope allowed by the conditions. Even if the other party senses his powerful aura, he will rush towards him uncontrollably... But what is the situation now?

"Scared? It's okay, you can calm down first." Ling Mo turned his gaze around, and soon found what he was looking for on an iron chain.

The zombie stared at Ling Mo and walked over with wide eyes, then stretched out two deformed fingers and pinched the sign.

"Hey, I thought you were at the overlord level..." Ling Mo glanced, and suddenly looked up at the zombie in surprise.

The sign recorded all aspects of the zombie's information in detail, and one of the data, which was obviously updated in real time, caught Ling Mo's attention. The virus concentration in the blood is 47%, which has exceeded what Ling Mo had seen in that report before.

"So you're at the king level?" Ling Mo's question was obviously in vain, and his words became more and more fluent, but the zombie became more and more shocked, and he was completely dumbfounded at the moment.

It's quite new for this expression to appear on the face of a high-level zombie, and it's not the expression that a wild zombie should have. Either he has been imprisoned here for a long time, or he was artificially bred by the experimental group. Ling Mo felt that the former was more likely, as high-level zombies were not so easy to raise. Even the experimental group knew to use gel or brood to feed zombies, but they didn't have the conditions to collect these two things in large quantities.

Capture zombies alive. Drawing blood... There is nothing wrong with posting such tasks. But if you add a "brain digging" to it? It was like disembowelling. For zombies, this is as normal as peeling a banana, but for those humans who are not from the medical field, this is definitely an exciting challenge, let alone brain digging. Perverts are a minority after all...

Ling Mo turned the sign over and took another look, and his eyes lit up: "Oh, so you are a mutant zombie."

He grinned and looked at the zombie with interest. In the eyes of this mutated zombie, although the facial muscles of this kind are still stiff. The expression was extremely weird, but for some reason, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Kangdang..."

The iron chain swayed again amidst the twisting of the zombie. He stared at Ling Mo as he walked to the left side of the door, opened the cabinet and took out an aluminum disinfection box, and then slowly walked towards him.

"Woooo..."

"okay,

They gag you just to make you keep your voice down. No matter how much you shout, it's useless. "Ling Mo put the aluminum box on the ground, raised his head and said sincerely.

"Woohoo!"

"Number 101, right? I'm quite surprised. Why did you have such a late number...Maybe it's to highlight your specialness?" Ling Mo's tone sounded like chatting, but in fact he also It is indeed getting close to this zombie. It's kind of weird when you think about it. In the middle of the night, he controlled a corpse puppet to sneak into this secret laboratory, chatting with a bound zombie...

101 stopped calling because Ling Mo had already opened the aluminum box.

"I expected the lancet and oversized syringe to appear, but it's really against the law to put this short saw here..." Ling Mo took out the saw, looked at it twice, and asked, "Am I right?"

101's eyes rolled sharply, and he understood now. Not only can this one of its kind not be treated as prey, but he also wants to hunt himself in reverse! Under normal circumstances, this low-level kind could be poked to death with any finger, but now he is tied like a twisted vine, and he can't use anything except a mouth!

Seeing Ling Mo standing up with the saw, 101 finally couldn't help but blurted out: "What is the violation?"

"You really speak fluently." Ling Mo looked up and down 101 playfully. Although his mouth was strangled by an iron chain, there was no big problem for him to open his mouth. At most, it caused some restrictions on him. If you can think about biting, you can talk naturally.

"You...what the hell are you?" 101 sniffed vigilantly. Although the person in front of him exuded the same kind of breath all over his body, there were too many things wrong with him.

"I should ask you that." Ling Mo said, playing with the saw.

He didn't think he could really threaten 101, but his zombie identity was an excellent smoke bomb.

"Why should I tell you?" 101 blinked and said.

But as a zombie, he really doesn't know how to hide it... The high-frequency blinking and expectant eyes have vividly displayed the words that I want to negotiate terms on his face.

"You answer the question, and I'll let you out," Ling Mo said.

101's eyes widened again, and then he struggled violently, the iron chain rattling loudly: "Great! So you escaped too?"

"You answered the question, not me." Ling Mo rolled his eyes. I have to say that this 101's brain is still very good, much stronger than ordinary mutant zombies.

etc……

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Ling Mo's mind, and the way he looked at 101 changed immediately.

Higher intelligence than ordinary mutated zombies... Could this be the mother body?

The more Ling Mo thought about it, the more likely it was that the zombie in front of him was probably the mother zombie that created No. 1!

Seeing that Ling Mo looked at him with strange eyes, 101 twisted his upper body, which had lost his arms, and asked eagerly, "Low... the same kind, what do you want to ask me?"

"Are you the mother's body?" Ling Mo opened his mouth and asked.

"Matrix..." 101 thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Can't you tell that I'm a male?"

"...My fault, let me put it another way. Did they lock you here to extract your blood?" Ling Mo asked again.

101's eyelids immediately drooped, and a few seconds later, he raised his head with a ferocious expression, and the iron chain rattled again: "It's not just blood! They extracted all kinds of liquids from my body, all kinds! Blood, there's bone marrow, there's..."

"Okay! I understand!" Ling Mo hurriedly stopped, and he felt that his ears would be seriously injured if this continued.

Looking at the saw in his hand again, Ling Mo immediately showed a look of disgust, and his eyes turned to 101's thigh.

101 was taken aback, and immediately moved his legs together nervously: "No, they actually came from the abdomen..."

"It's fine..." Ling Mo immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look at my arm, it was also amputated by them!" 101 complained a lot.

"Huh? Isn't this to prevent you from escaping?" Ling Mo was a little stunned.

101 shook his head: "No! Because they put them in ice cubes carefully, maybe they think it tastes better when it's chilled...Damn humans."

"Uh... No, no one is interested in your meat, really." Ling Mo said coldly.

"What do you mean? Don't look at me now, my meat was very popular in the past." 101 became angry instead.

Ling Mo also probably understood that 101's body has suffered a lot from being used as a virus production machine for a long time. He can live thanks to his super recovery ability, but some permanent damage is still unavoidable, such as this wrinkled appearance.

However, this is the first time Ling Mo has encountered such a narcissistic zombie, and his narcissistic angle... really has the characteristics of a zombie.

Although 101 didn't know where his flesh and blood were being used, Ling Mo was certain that this was the mother zombie.

"One more question..." Ling Mo pinched his chin and stared at 101, "What is your mutation...?"

From 101's appearance alone, it's hard to see his mutation...

Unexpectedly, Ling Mo's question made 101 look sad again.

After a while, he suddenly looked up and looked forward, and said, "Low... the same kind..."

"If you want to call the lower class, you can call it, don't hold back..."

"Then take this thing away... well, don't interrupt me." 101 continued, "Similar, do you have a term about human beings in your memory?"

"What is it..." Looking at 101's deliberate imitation of grief, Ling Mo had already guessed the ending...

"Gibbon..." 101 sighed, "My hands can flexibly wrap around my body twice, and they are two-fingered!"

"Why are you emphasizing the two fingers with a proud face..." The thinking of wild zombies is really hard to understand...

"What do you know? In the human world, there is a lot of respect for two fingers. Have you ever heard of the two-finger Zen? Forget it, I don't expect you to know much about the human world... What are you doing?" 101 suddenly closed his mouth.

Ling Mo picked up the lancet in one hand and turned out a bottle at the same time: "I sympathize with what happened to you, but now you have to cooperate with me."

"What are you doing..." 101 asked with his eyes wide open.

"Lend me a little blood, and it may hurt a little, but you should be used to it, right? Take it easy, don't go crazy."

Ling Mo grinned, and then decisively walked around behind 101. Of course it is not safe in front of him, but behind him, he can only stare blankly.

"Why are you... you... woohoo!"

In the struggle of 101, Ling Mo in the dormitory showed a satisfied smile.

The mother body was finally found, and the virus was thus obtained...

However, Ling Mo was quite concerned about the whereabouts of 101's arm.

He can figure out the purpose of extracting the virus, but what can he do with the amputated arm? (To be continued..)