Who is number 1? Number one is the name he gave himself. He had a name, as if it was something in or something far away, and he couldn't remember it anymore, or that it was accompanied by a humiliating and painful past, so he instinctively tried to forget it, and over time he couldn't remember it anymore.

But he now has a new name, No. 1 or First, which is the name he gave himself because he considers himself the leader of the new humanity, the first.

Number 1 was also once a person, born into an ordinary working family as an only child, he showed extraordinary talent from an early age, and until he was 15 years old, he was the most outstanding student in his class, and indeed in the entire school. He has an extraordinary ability to remember, and is good at painting, music, and other arts.

If he follows such a trajectory, he is destined to become an elite, maybe a scientist, maybe an artist. His parents also have high hopes for him, he is their pride, and he is a treasure that everyone must boast of, and he has always played the role of someone else's child.

It wasn't until he was 15 years old that everything changed dramatically. He was sick and had an extra tumor in his brain. It has been said that the brain is the most mysterious organ in the human body, and even modern medicine is still in a state of partial understanding of the functioning of the brain.

His parents had spent all their money trying to cure his illness, but apparently modern medicine had nothing to do with his illness. He became a fool who could only be in a daze, and every day he could do nothing but giggle. It was as if all his wisdom had been squandered before the age of fifteen.

Ironically, he still plays the role of someone else's child, but in a different way. How proud his parents used to be when they spoke of him, and how embarrassed they are now.

He has become a negative teaching material for parents around them to educate their children, believing that this is a typical case of seedlings fueling. Only his mother, who wept secretly every night, knew what a genius he had been.

It wasn't the worst thing for him, he could see, hear, think, but he couldn't say, his brain was "stuck" with his body, it made him feel like an active soul imprisoned in a decaying body.

He could see the people who were pretending to greet his parents who had taken him out, and he could see the disdain in their eyes as they crossed him, and they thought they could look down on a fool with impunity, but he knew it. He knew that those people were just to see him ugly, just to find their superiority in poor him.

He wanted to explain, he wanted to fight back, but the words came to his lips and became scattered and meaningless words, which only added to the laughing stock.

Soon his father gave up on him and was going to send him to some hospital for long-term treatment, he was afraid, he was worried, he didn't want to be left behind in some corner, he could imagine how people like him would be treated inhumanely without his parents.

Fortunately, he had a strong mother who was unwilling to give up on him, even at the cost of divorce and loss of her husband.

The only thing he could do was to stretch out his arms and give her a hug when his mother was crying at night, and he wanted to tell her how he felt, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say, and the words became nonsense that he didn't know.

And his mother always returned him with a smile and kissed him on the forehead.

Ten years later, the woman who seemed to be strong but washed her face with tears every day left him forever with gray hair, and on the hospital bed, she stroked his head with her rough hands, admonished, and murmured, as if she were the only one in the world who could see through his shell and see his living soul imprisoned inside.

He cried, the grief was so intense that even his nerves, which seemed to be blocked, could not stop his grief, and he burst into tears.

He was greeted by a 10-year postponement of his career behind bars, and as if he was destined to be thrown like garbage by his remarried father, he was thrown into a hospital in the middle of nowhere.

However, a horrific group of man-eating monsters broke into his life, and one of them bit him. With his ability to control his body, even his daily life can only be at the mercy of others, how can he escape the zombie pursuit.

But this mouthful did not end his miserable life as he imagined, on the contrary, it saved him, not only his body, but also his soul.

At first, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if there were thousands of small snakes running around his body unscrupulously. Especially his head, he could feel as if his head was about to crack. He could even see a bulge on his body, wriggling like an earthworm, and then he fell unconscious from the intense pain.

When he woke up again, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he could walk and talk like an ordinary person, and he was even faster and stronger than ordinary people, and he felt that his head had become very heavy, and when he found a mirror, he found that his head had become as big as a pumpkin.

If I have to explain, it is that he has a brain that exceeds the limits of human beings, as if he put the most advanced CPU on the oldest "big hammer" computer, and it certainly does not make the "big hammer" computer immediately have the computing power of a high-end computer. On the contrary, he will also make the "big hammer" stuck, black screen, freeze, or even simply not turn on.

The T-virus broadened his nerves, strengthened his body, gave his brain a matching body, and improved the development space of his brain.

He became the only lucky one among the thousands of zombies, when most of them became a walking dead because they couldn't control the evolution brought about by the T-virus; And he, the walking dead, was blessed by misfortune and became the only evolutionary.

He firmly believes that the T virus is the gospel of mankind, and he is a typical successful case of the evolution of the T virus, so he embarked on the broad road of promoting the T virus and promoting the evolution of mankind.

He discarded the name given to him by his heartless father, and he was disgusted that he had been given his last name. He named himself No. 1 because he was the first T-virus evolution.

When he left that hell, he cheered, rejoicing at his freedom, perhaps a gift, and his voice became extremely loud and penetrating. As if feeling the joy that accompanies his roar, countless "brothers and sisters" joined him and formed a mighty procession.

Who is number 1? No. 1 is the dominant zombie who was nicknamed the "King of Rock" and "Big Head Son" by Han Xing, at first he got the first nickname because he was keen to show his singing voice everywhere and gathered a large number of "fans" who hugged him back and forth; Later, he was given a second nickname because his limbs became shorter and his brain became larger.

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Han Xing woke up from the confusion, and he remembered that he vaguely heard the sound of the horn of heaven, "I'm probably dead!" He muttered.

He felt that his whole body was in pain, as if he had been crushed and put back together. The pain made him feel like he wasn't dead, and if he did, would he still feel pain?

When he opened his eyes, he saw a rough concrete roof, "Where am I?" He couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

"You're on a construction site, and besides, you almost died, but I got you back." A young, rational and calm male voice sounded in his ears.

When he looked back in the direction of the voice, he saw a terrifying image of the "big-headed son" standing in front of him, his eyes completely occupied by pupils staring at his face.

Han Xing was shocked, and he looked around, trying to find out who was the owner of the voice.

"Don't look for it, it's just me talking to you." 'Big Boss' still said in that rational and calm voice.

This time, Han Xing clearly saw the mouth of the "big-headed son" opening and closing with the voice. He said in a trembling voice, "You'••••• you can talk." What else can you know what I'm thinking? With a face full of disbelief.

"Isn't it weird? I could have spoken, but I could only communicate with those 'kind' by roaring. "The 'big head son' said calmly.

"But you're different, I think you're the only one of my kind who can communicate with me normally." The voice of the 'big head son' revealed an irrepressible joy.

"As for mind reading, that's my special ability." A mysterious smile flashed across the corners of his mouth.

"What kind? I don't understand what you mean. He was stunned when he checked the stats panel, and then he yelled at the "big head", "What did you do to me!! ”

"What was done? Save your life! By the time I arrived and had the 27th fish you out of the river, you had only one breath left! "'Big head son' said lightly.

Looking at the earth-shattering attribute bar and task bar, Han Xing was still in shock.

Name: Han Xing

Rank: Survivor

Age: 33 years old

Strength: 5+5*2

Dexterity: 7+5

Stamina: 8+5

Intelligence: 10+10

Charisma: 9-5

Health: Stamina*3 Current HP 49+100

Status: T virus evolutionary (sapient) elementary

Effect:

Stats other than Charisma and Intelligence +5, Intelligence +10, Charisma -5, Health +100

The speed of wound healing is greatly increased, 100% immunity to diseases and toxins is obtained, and all vital points except the head are eliminated.

Mission 1: Survive the Resident Evil world of Riverside for 30 days. (26/30) Completion Reward: 500 Survival Points.

Mission 2: Kill all Samsara. There are 10 people in total, and 7 people are still alive. Reward 200 survival points for each killed.

Mission 3: Kill the other chosen ones. （63/100）

Each kill rewards 50 survival points.

In this scene, the pain is reduced by 80%, the strength bonus is 100%, and the sunlight has no effect on zombies.

Han Xing was dumbfounded, and it took him a while before he realized that he had now switched to the zombie camp.

"But if this kind of setting really exists, then everyone just let the zombies bite it, why bother running around all day long, hiding!" Han Xing couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

"You were transformed by me." The words of the 'big head son' cleared his doubts.

"Also, I'm not called Big Head Son, I'm called No. 1." Number 1 said with a slight annoyance.

So if you want to join the zombie camp, you have to be a big boss who looks down on you, otherwise he can find a little brother to do it, and if you're lucky, you can still become an inconspicuous member of the zombie group; If you're unlucky, you'll just wait to add food to the zombie horde.

"Why did you save me?"

"At first, I didn't want to save you, I just remembered that you were the guy who attacked me, and I didn't want you to die so happily." No. 1 cold road.

Han Xing was shocked!!

"Then I decided to save you, maybe because of the nonsense you said when you were dying! So I read your heart and found you to be a good father. No. 1 stood by the window with a little sorrow and stared into the distance.

As soon as he thought that his fate was decided because of a few nonsense words before he died, Han Xing was afraid for a while, if he happened to be thinking about something else, then it would be over.

"Let's go, get used to your new body!" Saying that, No. 1 walked out of the room, Han Xing was still about to speak, and when he saw No. 1 walking away, he had to follow quickly for fear of being left here alone and causing "accidental injury to friendly soldiers".