At this moment, Hou Jie finally understood where the strange feeling he had had since he came ashore came from. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unlike other places, the people here are not afraid of zombies at all! Because Hou Jie himself is strong and has never been afraid of zombies, he didn't notice this fact when the surrounding details showed him, but he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

Now he knows that something is wrong, the people on this Jiangxin Island are not like people in other places who are afraid of zombies, they talk about zombies and mutants as if they were talking about which supermarket has a discount and which mall is on sale in their parents.

Where does this apathy come from? Undoubtedly, from afar, the salvation will come.

Zombie exhibition hall? What a crazy and perverted idea! Zombies, mutants, are imprisoned and made into specimens or exhibits, just for people to see?!

How many people talk about the discoloration of the mutant, here is actually like a monkey in a zoo, the only role is to confess and watch?!

It's no wonder that the inhabitants are not afraid, because under the rule of the Far Rescue Society, they have treated zombies as a novel species that can be kept in cages for their own amusement. It doesn't matter if you have a tongue mutation, or an arm mutation, or you have wings, it's just a human toy, that's all, human, why should you be afraid of just a toy?

Hou Jie moved his itchy throat and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his hands trembling slightly with excitement, feeling glad and glorious that he was still a human being.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Hou Jie shook his dizzy head suddenly, "This is fake!" Far Salvation will not be so strong! If they really had such strength and courage, they would have recovered the entire territory of Yuanjiang a long time ago, so why bother to retreat on an island far from the city? It is precisely because they don't have this strength that they need more people to fight, more fighters, more courage, that's why they do this kind of thing. They are transmitting a false idea to the population, they are brainwashing, they are hypnosis! So calculating, so powerful! ”

Having said that, another thought flashed through Hou Jie's own heart: If I hadn't met Mr. Qiu, if I were just an ordinary person, would I have preferred to live here and enjoy such a hopeful life?

The answer was obvious, but Hou Jie didn't dare to look directly into his heart to explore, gritted his teeth and strode towards the door of the exhibition hall.

There is no door outside the exhibition hall, and there is no need to show any documents or pay any fees, Hou Jie walked into the door of the exhibition hall as if he were walking into his own home.

There is no resplendence, no dazzling, only rows of iron cages hanging in mid-air, and isolation cages made of tempered glass placed on the ground one by one.

Each cage contained a zombie, or a mutant, and directly across from their cell, ten chained heavy machine guns were aimed at them, as if they could shoot deadly bullets at any moment to tear their rotten flesh apart.

A group of black-clad warriors with grim expressions stood behind heavy machine guns, staring ahead, not focusing on the visitors at all, but at each moving mutant.

When the family of three and Hou Jie approached the pavilion, the docent of the pavilion immediately stood up and walked towards them, squinting her eyes while handing over the anti-drug and biochemical masks - you could see that she was smiling - and said to them: "Welcome to the zombie exhibition hall, for your safety, please wear a mask in case of accidents." ”

"Accident?" The woman clenched her daughter's hand, a little uneasy.

The narrator immediately comforted her and said: "Don't worry, every zombie has a fixed detonating device around their necks, as long as they leave the cage, the bomb will blow up their brains, and they are equipped with masks and other protective measures, you don't have to worry too much, wearing a mask is just a rule, please cooperate with our work." ”

turned his head and looked, sure enough, each zombie had a dog-like collar-like ring around its neck, and its face was welded with an iron mask, its teeth and tongue could not be protruded, the long nails and arms of the knife claw mutant and the knife arm mutant as weapons were all cut off, and 1:1 imitation plastic parts were installed, and the tongues of the poisonous tongue mutants were all cut off, and there were all kinds of mutants that had never been seen before, all of which had been protected from them.

The woman nodded reassuringly, and then the docent began to perform his duty to explain the zombies in the exhibition hall.

"Look here, these five zombies are all ordinary zombies, without any part mutations, according to the degree of decay of their bodies, we can infer that the time for them to be infected and transformed into zombies is one week, half a month, one month, two months and three months." After the narrator's gentle voice was amplified through the microphone, it made Hou Jie feel uncomfortable, "Whenever they are about to fall into hibernation, we will wake them up and continue to consume their energy. Wait a little longer, and we may be the first to see zombies starving to death or running out of energy because they can't eat, and so far we haven't observed this phenomenon, and the first case will probably appear in our pavilion! ”

Speaking of this, the narrator became excited, but it made Hou Jie creepy, and he had a feeling of "people here are more terrible than zombies".

The little girl who was bouncing up and down before pursed her lips, very unhappy, and muttered to the narrator: "They used to be human, shouldn't they be buried properly when they become zombies, just like my grandparents." Speaking of which, the little girl looked down and suddenly realized that the zombie exhibition hall was not as fun as she imagined.

"If you were a resident of the Star of Hope before you were alive, of course you would be buried in the ground. This is how these beasts who have done evil in their lives should be treated like this. The narrator swept away gently, and the vicious words and tone made the little girl's mother frown, a little unhappy, how could she say such a thing in front of the child?

was pushed by his lover, but the man did not answer, but squatted down, stared solemnly into the little girl's eyes, and said: "Baby, listen well, zombies and mutants are the enemies of our human beings, no matter who he was in life, from the moment he became a zombie, he died, completely dead, and became a monster who eats human flesh." For such monsters, no matter what means we use to treat them, it is not too much, they are not people, they eat people! So we don't need humanity in the face of them, you know? ”

"The exhibition hall has just been built for a short time, and many people may not understand the painstaking efforts of the president. The exhibition hall is not for visiting, it is for us to familiarize ourselves with the enemy! It's not enough to rely on a copy of the "Mutant Catalogue" at all, even if the back is ripe. Just like me, the first time I actually encountered zombies and mutants, I was still scared and at a loss. Only when everyone comes here, confronts these monsters again and again, looks at them face to face, laughs at them, and understands them, can you really remember the knowledge in the books, can you learn to use that knowledge, understand? ”

Of course, the girl couldn't understand the man's words, but looked at her father with a solemn expression in a daze, not knowing how to respond.

"Hey, okay, okay, what are you doing with the child, today is her birthday, don't be unhappy, forget it, let's not look at it......"

Hou Jie didn't listen to the woman's words, because he was in trouble and came to the door.

A young man in uniform with a cold face walked up to Hou Jie and stretched out his hand to stop him, Hou Jie relied on his keen observation to notice for the first time that this person was different from the other members of the Far Rescue Society he had seen before, the smell of blood on his body was very strong, the murderous aura was very heavy, and there was a gloomy hatred between his eyebrows.

"Sir, please show your ID or other proof."

The voice was cold, and the owner of the voice was even colder, so cold that it seemed that a forest of ice cream would not melt when it fell on him in the summer.