"You can kill me."

Yu Peier didn't seem to care about my threat.

"It's okay, you saved me twice, my life is yours a long time ago."

Her hands slowly touched the back of my head.

Then he hugged me.

"I'm scared, I'm afraid to face so many mutant rats alone, and I have to face so many powerful humans, that kind of fear, I know."

Well, that's right, she was right, I was scared.

Whether it's for her to escape, when facing the mutant giant rat alone.

It was when Benjamin Zhang slaughtered all the mutant rats I was infected.

I was scared.

I just don't know how to express that emotion.

She and I hugged each other for a long time, and then Yu Peier continued to use the 'corpse sound into the brain' and said:

"He actually showed interest in you just now, and all I can do is try to get his attention."

"Liars. Then why do you still miss him after he is gone? ”

"I didn't lie to you. But they're really handsome. ”

"Well, I believe it."

I had to get up because Yu Pei'er was holding my head tightly at the same time.

That stupid dog kept licking my face.

What a licking dog, he ran away during the war, and now he knows that he has come to offer his courtesy.

I pulled Yu Pei'er up, what should I do to her in the future?

Reason tells me that if there is no reason, I am a zombie and can't get along with her as a synth.

"Anyway, let's call Dad first."

"Dad, you're big."

She tried to kick me again.

Then I fell to the ground again.

"Call Daddy."

Pop, another palm print appeared on my face.

This is the end of the farce.

Anyway, whether she wants it or not, I'm her father.

I took her and her back to the cannery's warehouse No. 1.

Because in the last days, normal people will not rush in the night, and neither will intelligent zombies.

Except for that Zhang Jieming, he can't be considered a normal person anymore.

So I decided, spend the night in a cannery.

"Then, open it yourself."

I wiped a can and handed it to Yu Pei'er.

Then he found a few cans of luncheon meat and stuffed them into his sweatshirt pocket.

I have a habit of storing food.

It is this habit that has allowed me to live until now.

She didn't pay attention to it, she sat on the spot in the warehouse full of bones, took out a dagger, pried open the can, and ate it.

I don't know if she tasted it, and soon a whole can of canned yellow peaches with sugar water went down her stomach.

"Ahem."

I don't know if she choked on the sugar water, and she started coughing.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, canned food is there."

Except for the outer bones, at least 1/3 of the warehouse is filled with cans of all kinds.

At least enough for her to eat alone for five or six years.

"I haven't, I haven't eaten all day."

She said in a 'corpse sound' as she ate a second can, which was a canned corn.

The most powerful part of this skill is that you can communicate with other zombies while eating.

"You eat first, I'll go outside and have a look."

With that, I left the warehouse and walked outside.

Outside the warehouse, the corpses of 14 rats were still lying on the ground as they had just been.

I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

From the point of view of human biology, those 'little' rats were infected by me, so they should be considered my cubs.

And the female rat was infected by the 'little' mouse, so should it be counted as my grandchild?

But the 'little' rat is born from the mother rat again, so??

It's messy, but I'm not human.

Otherwise, you will be annoyed by this ethical stalk.

Anyway, they used to be my kind, even if it was just over half an hour.

In any case, zombies don't eat their own kind.

We're not human.

In the last days, people will also eat people.

"Ugly."

I summoned the stupid dog, and it was the first guy I had infected since I gained my wisdom.

"I'm not going to let you die."

I touched its head, then pulled out a can of luncheon meat from the pocket of my sweatshirt.

They ate with them.

Halfway through eating, I heard the sound of the manual come to mind.

"Genetic testing, pigs: 20 points, wheat: 60 points, a total of 80 points, and the remaining gene points are 90 points."

This reminds me of one thing.

"Sister Handbook, what the hell is that bug corpse theory?"

"Question answer, insect corpse theory skill: spores that can only infect vertebrates will be able to infect insects, but infected insects will not be able to spread spores a second time."

If you lose, you will lose all your money.

If the infected insect can be transmitted twice, it can be used as a springboard just like against the female mouse.

But not now, this skill has a fart?

Do I infect a swarm of ants and give them to humans to step on?

When I was in a state of grief.

"Bu Shiren, I found something."

Yu Peier was full and ran over with a photo.

By the light of the moon, I could see the picture clearly.

Five people in overalls, shoulders hooked, smiles on their faces.

"What's wrong with this picture?"

"Look at the one on the far right, isn't it you?"

I?

To be honest, I still don't know what I look like.

No zombie cares about how they look.

I flipped the empty can in my hand over and shone it with a smoother bottom.

Comparing the people in the photo, there are eight or nine points of similarity.

"Don't you want to know who you were when you were alive?"

Yu Peier turned over the photo in my hand.

There are a few words written on it in human script, and it looks like it should be the names of the five people in the photo.

"You should be called Han ......"

I smiled and shredded the photo.

"Hey! What are you doing? This is your previous clue! ”

Apparently frightened by my actions, Yu began to pick up the pieces on the ground and try to put them together.

"I think you've misunderstood something."

The misunderstanding was so deep that I had to explain it to her.

"Don't pick it up, come, sit down."

I kicked the ground with my foot and sat down first.

Yu Pei'er still stubbornly picked up all the pieces, stuffed them into her pocket, and then sat down next to me.

"Do you know what a zombie is?"

I asked her a question that everyone knows.

"Of course, I know that when humans are infected with spores, they will become walking dead, and these living dead are called zombies by humans."

Although she was a synthesizer created in a lab, she still knew the basics.

"Haha, almost, but not quite."

I smiled meaningfully.

Then I told her what I knew.

"We, actually, are fungi."

That's why I don't care what I look like at all.