She is neither the light of life, nor the fire of desire, nor sin, nor soul.

She's just a little girl. Little pink skirts, taut pigtails, fat cheeks, and fleshy bodies. Petite, fragile, wow wow crying. Pinched, it's soft, but it's not cute.

If I'm looking for a woman, I'm going to pick one that's ripe.

But she didn't do anything wrong, she shouldn't be damned, she shouldn't... Turn into stiff, rancid little zombies.

Even if she's American.

--- Wang Luo

August 15, 1993, 11:03 p.m

Meeting point: 140 meters east of Ester Street, Traar Cafe

As agreed, we will meet at Café Telral at 12 o'clock.

It's a big café with a sophisticated and cozy décor and soft music. There were several couples talking inside.

Don't know what they'll look like when they turn into zombies? Yang Wentian walked in, and when he saw them, he thought for a moment.

Although it was only half past ten, there was already a person coming, it was Zhou Yingxiong, the shriveled and thin person who described obscenely. He sat inside, head bowed. After hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Zhou Yingxiong looked up and lowered his head again, as if he was studying the patterns on the floor.

Seems to be a coward? Or is he the variable mentioned by Zhu Cunka?

Yang Wentian couldn't be sure.

If what Zhu Cunpotassium said is true, then everyone in this team cannot be underestimated.

Thinking so, he picked out a comfortable chair and sat down, reflecting on the gains and losses in the battle just now. At 11:15 a.m., another man entered.

It's Wang Luo.

"Good afternoon." When Wang Luo saw them, he waved his hand. "The bus is coming at this time."

Could it be him? "How's it going to get around?"

"Walked around the city." Wang Luo sat across the table. "I looked at the newspaper office and TV station, but I couldn't find the radio tower, and the bus didn't seem to be there."

Will there be tasks in those places? No, he's a newcomer..."Are there any pretty chicks in those places?" ”

"Uh... Not for that. Wang Luo grinned. What do you think of us going to attack TV together? ”

"What do you want to do?"

"That's what I thought. Since that evil corporation is going to spread the virus in this city, isn't it stupid to wait until the virus infection is successful to deal with zombies? Why not mobilize the citizens of the whole city against that company? ”

What a bold idea. Yang Wentian looked at Wang Luo, who was thin, ordinary-looking, immature, and innocent... I don't know what his specific plans are? Could it be him? "What do you want to do?"

Wang Luo was silent for a moment. Yang Wentian felt the other party's gaze and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

"Do you think the people here, the people outside, are alive?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Wentian didn't understand much.

"That said—" Wang Luobi gestured. Are they human? Ordinary living people. It is.... You will be happy when you hear people praise, you will be angry when you hear people criticize, it will be hot in summer, cold in winter, greedy when you see gold, afraid when you see zombies... Hateful and lovable, strong and weak, smart and stupid, full of potential and restless. In short, complex, unstable, complex, human. ”

What does he mean? It's a mess. "I guess, I didn't notice anything different..."

"There are other possibilities." When Wang Luo spoke, he stared at Yang Wentian's eyes. "What if this was a game-like world? The people in it just look like people, but they are just a group of NPCs, all their actions and thoughts are set---- just wait for the plot to develop to a certain extent, and they will all become zombies. Nothing can be done to affect this process. ”

"If, that's really the case..."

"Then you can do it in advance, the dead shouldn't turn into zombies? If it does, then burn it to ashes, and the dust won't turn into zombies! For two and a half days, if they are all NPCs according to the settings, then civilians will not have much trouble killing. If it's a walking dead who can't think and act, a puppet, then there will be no guilt in killing. ”

He's right, if there are tens of thousands of dolls in the city, and the dolls will turn into zombies to kill me in three days, then I will definitely destroy all the dolls without hesitation.... It's not a living person, and there is no psychological pressure to kill it at all. "But they're not puppets, they're all ordinary people in the scenes I've experienced before. There are many people who have made friends and found lovers from the scene... This is all very common practice. ”

Wang Luo was silent for a while--- at least five or six minutes. Yang Wentian waited until he was a little impatient before he spoke again.

"Well, it is possible to deal with them in the same way that ordinary people can be dealt with. My plan goes like this:

First, we robbed the bank and got the gold and money inside;

Then we stormed the television station and told all the citizens about the crimes of the Ambrera company;

At the same time, we threw looted gold and dollars around the city, causing chaos. By the time the company focused on dealing with the chaos and rumors, we'd dive into the underground lab --- solve the problems inside as the mission requires. ”

"How do you convince residents that the company is spreading the virus?" This doesn't seem like a good plan.

"Impersonating an employee of Ambrera. We went to grab a few of the company's uniforms, and on the TV station, we explained it as a 'company employee whose conscience was discovered'. ”

"The key to this plan is that whatever Ambrerado has power, there must be a certain level of clarification and a corresponding exchange. Unless they immediately turn the entire city into zombies, they need to do it. If the development is good, they even need to open the lab to the public to prove our propaganda wrong. In this way, for the purpose of cover-up, they have to delay the plan, and our task is accomplished. ”

Very well planned... If not in space.

Didn't he notice the hint? Once the contractor mentions to the local residents what was going to happen in the original plot, they will be erased.

But.... This kind of plan is also very thoughtful. I don't know what Zhu Cunpotassium will think of this plan?

"I think it's an interesting idea." Yang Wentian didn't remind Wang Luo that the tempering on the edge of life and death had already taught him to shut up. "When he arrives, we can discuss how to act together."

"Great." Wang Luo, who was affirmed, smiled and rubbed his hands. "I'm still worried..."

He paused for a moment, found a chair, and sat down. "Will Mr. Zhu Cunpotassium approve?"

God knows. "I think it will." Maybe Zhu Cunka will laugh and veto; You may think that this is the reason for the change in the scene, and then make the most of it. I'm not going to stop my teammate from doing something inconsequential--- anyway, I can gain if he wins, and I don't have anything to lose if he loses.

"What you said, it's not too difficult to execute. He should be supportive. ”

This person is smart and knows who to ask. His way of thinking, as a rule, cannot be considered wrong. In a world where zombies are the main enemy, robbing banks and capturing TV stations is not a difficult task---- even if the police are more combative.

It's just that he wants to violate the most punishable rule in the space: he must not reveal anything about the plot to the creatures in the scene, otherwise he will be obliterated.

It's a pity.