?“ That's right, that's right, you go on, I think what you said makes a lot of sense. Wang Chen glanced at Pablo, who slowly reached for the saber on the side of his leg.

"So, our plan is to pretend to be a zombie first, and then go to find a hiding place, we thought about camouflaging ourselves with rotten internal organs, feces and even ****, but this camouflage smell can't last, it always has to be smeared, in case it gets wet in the heavy rain and happens to be surrounded by zombies, then the result will definitely be eaten. So, we have to have a set of alternatives, how do we make sure that the zombies will treat us as if we were one of our kind? If you want to understand this, you must first understand the characteristics of zombies, you say, what is the biggest characteristic of zombies? The drunken man pointed his pistol at Pablo's arm, his face full of mockery, and Pablo could only slowly raise his hand, indicating that he was not moving,

Wang Chen hurriedly diverted the drunkard's attention and interjected, "What are the characteristics?" ”

"Of course they eat people, they crave to eat people! So we infer that zombies have no heartbeat and blood flow, most of them will not sweat, and the smell on its body is more of the taste produced by the decomposition of human flesh by bacteria in the body after eating human flesh, so it is inferred that things are simple, as long as you insist on eating human flesh, and then smear some carrion feces, the smell secreted by the body will gradually be similar to that of zombies. ”

"So, it's that simple!"

Rumble!

Seeing that the upper neck was completely shattered by a shotgun, and the blood rushed out of the arteries like a fountain under the pressure of the heart, the corpse that fell after shaking for a few seconds was splashed all over his face with broken bones and brains, and even blood marks on his forehead by broken bones, muttered: "It's not easy to kill you." ”

"Are you all right? This broken basement has a metal shielding effect, wireless communication has no signal, I waited for two minutes to notice that something was wrong before coming, fortunately it was not late! The petite Yang Xiaohua is holding a shotgun and feels like a child wielding a sledgehammer, but at this moment, the three lucky survivors have no time to take care of this, so they will withdraw from the basement to ensure their own safety.

disinfected Sheng Qingru to stop bleeding and bandaged, cleaned up the miscellaneous human flesh on his body, checked the body armor of Wang Chen and Pablo who were shot and whether there were fractures and internal injuries at the gunned site, rearranged the weapons and equipment and ammunition, and after more than half an hour of busy work, they simply replenished some water, and the four members of the 08 squad regained eighty percent of their combat effectiveness again, but this time they learned wisely, and first searched the entire museum from the inside to the outside to make sure that there were no other crazy people hiding, and then came to the safety door in the basement again.

There was still some stuffiness in his chest, Wang Chen twisted his body a little uncomfortably, and said in a low voice: "Xiaohua, you and Qingru are staring at our back road, and Brother Lang and I will enter the door to take a look." ”

"Okay." Yang Xiaohua was still holding the shotgun that was disproportionate to her height, and she should bear it.

Sheng Qingru held the submachine gun and said softly, "Be careful." ”

Wang Chen nodded slightly, came to the safe door with his gun, felt Pablo pat him on the shoulder, and immediately kicked open the safe door with his foot, and jumped into the vault under the light of the flashlight!

As a little-known museum, the vault is not big, almost 100 meters square, and there is no tall laser alarm equipment in the movie, the corner is scattered with wooden boxes and some plexiglass cabinets that preserve cultural relics, large objects are placed along the wall, there are some beer, rice, ham sausages, instant noodles and other foods in the corner, and there are five people on the side of the cabinet in the center of the room, all wearing hoods and five flowers, the most striking thing is that the two plexiglass cabinets are put down as a workbench, Tools such as hand saws, knives, and axes were scattered on it, dark red blood was smeared around the dark gold cabinets and iron-gray tools, and scattered pieces of minced meat and fat were scattered on the ground, and the smell of greasy, rancid, and bloody was getting stronger and stronger.

Glancing at the light pink skull in the trash can that had been stripped off most of its muscles and skin and only hair remained, Wang Chen still felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, which reminded him of the experience at Harbin Aijian's first and last station, Aunt Hui in order to save her life, split the corpse and kill people to write scriptures, and the people here directly ate human flesh in order to survive in order to become a live zombie, in a fundamental sense, these people are a type of people, and the purpose is almost the same.

It's just that the two who died are more perverted.

There are many people who have been pitted, and naturally they have experience, Wang Chen did not rush to untie everyone, but took out his saber and let go of the fattest one first, because it was written in the information that Ren Wanrong was fatter in his forties, and in addition, there was an insider next to him to point out, which also reduced the possibility of being plotted again.

Unexpectedly, the fattest one was obviously a young man, which did not match Ren Wanrong's age, and he was already scared silly, he would just sit there and keep giggling, Wang Chen slapped him four or five times in a row, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and this young fool with a wide body and fat body did not come back to his senses, and still smirked.

I guess it's hopeless.

Untie the second fat man, his age and appearance are right, thick eyebrows and big eyes are attracting ears, it is Ren Wanrong, his face is pale, his lips are bloodless, his left hand is gone, the wound is strangled with rags, and his condition does not look very good. Wang Chen hurriedly cut the rope on Ren Wanrong's body, and Pablo helped the fourth-class sergeant major to sit up, pinched and rubbed his chest, trying to make Ren Wanrong get back to his breath, and worked for more than two minutes, Ren Wanrong groaned a few times, opened his eyes, looked at Wang Chen in a daze, looked at Pablo again, and said in a lamented voice: "I'm not dead?" ”

"Well, you're still alive." Wang Chen introduced himself: "The 08th Special Service Team of the Security Bureau, I am the person in charge of this operation, Wang Chen. ”

Ren Wanrong stared at the twenty-five-year-old Wang Chen, and was almost about to ask a question: Is there anyone in the secret service? Then he laughed self-deprecatingly, he wanted to contribute to the country so much, and he didn't finally transfer jobs and go home to be a small piece of police, I can only say that the world makes people, and now that the epidemic has broken out, people are dying everywhere, I'm afraid that the secret service is also grasping what can be used is better than nothing, besides, I am a small piece of policeman, and I use the relationship of my old comrades-in-arms to hang up a distress call, can I really expect the big army to rumble over to save people? Which green onion is you?

Ren Wanrong was silent there, his face changed, and in Wang Chen's eyes, he was naturally stimulated and a little abnormal, but no one could remain normal in this chaotic environment, Wang Chen interrupted Ren Wanrong's contemplation while untying the living people captured by the drunkard with others, and said directly: "We can't judge whether these people are reliable, but Mr. Ren should be able to, without your guarantee, except for yourself, I can't risk taking anyone back to the station, Mr. Ren understands what I mean?" ”