I looked at the kid in the morgue, and although his name was a little awkward, I always felt that someone had mentioned it.

"The child's name, the policeman brought it up. Her voice came from the corner, and she was still shivering, but her lips were a little bloody. After Xu Xinyi finished speaking, I also remembered that when the policeman talked about his son, he always looked proud, his son's name was a literate word he found in the dictionary for a long time, and he couldn't understand the meaning of the last name he gave.

I talked to Du Ling on the team's channel, and we found the policeman's son and asked him to mourn. But Du Ling still didn't reply to me, and the door on the wall suddenly appeared from the door, the cold just now, and the door were all illusions created by the child.

The people on the second floor held their breath, but they didn't know that the giant zombie had felt like a few small bugs had been buried in his pillow. The giant zombie scratched his hairless head, wondering if he caught the little bugs, maybe his own pillow would be destroyed by himself. His mind didn't allow him to think about it so much, and with a wave of his hand, the entire fourth floor of the hospital was destroyed to stone by his hand. He was still reluctant to give up his own pillows, so he kept these little bugs, waiting for him to find the next pillow, which was the little bugs that entered his own stomach.

The shadow upstairs seemed to fade away, and the tremor faded away. Du Ling and the others sat on the ground, they were far away the last time they faced this big zombie, and this time they realized how much pressure there was when they really saw his white flesh. Du Ling sat paralyzed on the ground, the slap of the huge zombie just now directly lined up the entire fourth floor of the hospital into pieces, the zombie just now did have the feeling of wanting to find them, but I don't know why he suddenly let them go.

"Giggles. A sinister laugh came from the dark side of the second floor, and the laughter seemed to have a magical force that wanted to penetrate Du Ling's body and enter their souls. Du Ling squatted on the ground in pain, covering his ears, and the laughter in his soul told him that this world is very good to cherish and laugh. The corners of Du Ling's mouth gradually rose, and a distorted smile gradually formed on his face, Meng Zhuxi was not much better, he who was hiding in the shadows would also be affected by this laughter, and he was resisting that will in his heart, but his body seemed to be out of control.

"I'm laughing!" the policeman suddenly interrupted the strange laughter with a loud shout, in this world, he lost his wife and children, lost everything he had, why should he cherish it, all he wanted was to find his son, to see how much the child had grown up in the past few years, whether he had grown taller or fatter, and whether he had listened to his mother. He hadn't seen his son yet, and he couldn't die yet.

When the laughter was interrupted, it seemed to disappear. The three of them looked around vigilantly, and now that I was not by their side, there was no Killing Intent Sense Skill, and the sound source seemed to have disappeared into the shadows. Du Ling looked at the words I posted on the team channel, and for a moment he didn't know how to tell the policeman that his son was dead. I had to tell him to go to the place where the two of us fell, and find the two of us to meet first.

We sat in the morgue, and the corpses still had inexplicable smiles on their faces, some of the corpses seemed to be shaking, but they seemed to be trying to escape from the morgue freezer. When the freezers in the room began to come alive, the child's corpse suddenly exuded that cold chill, which made the zombies return to their original calm. The light in the morgue downstairs is the best lighthouse in the darkness, and the light in the room in the darkness reveals the tenderness that should not exist.

I put the caretaker's mattress under the hole, and the three of them jumped on the mat one after another, and when they first arrived in this room, several old men were also frozen like grandsons. The policeman looked at the room and always felt a strange expression in his heart, as if his heart had skipped a beat, and as if his heart had beaten several more times with excitement. I brought him to the freezer of the child, whose name he knew best, and there were few children with the same name in the city. With trembling hands, he gradually pulled the freezer open. Legs that have been frozen white, no ruddy face, and eyes that are quietly closed.

Every time I got home, before I took off my police uniform, I was pestered by the child and asked, what mission did I go to this time, and what prisoners I went to arrest again. Although he doesn't go home much every time and doesn't spend much time taking care of him at home, when he helps his children hold parent-teacher conferences, he hears his teacher say that he is proud of his father as a police officer. He lay on the child's body and sobbed, and we silently retreated to the side, watching the resolute man cry without hesitation.

"Alas, Dad, it would be nice if you could accompany me like this earlier, accompany my mother. A sigh came from the morgue, and the child, who had been lying quietly, sat up. Looking at this father who did not appear a few times in his childhood, his heart is also complicated, when he was a child, every time this person came back, his mother would happily cook delicious food, and he had to wait with his mother to wait for the man to go home and follow him. In his impression, this man always has exhaustion written on his face when he comes home, but when he comes home, he still helps his mother with housework, supports him to help him with his homework, and will definitely ask for leave to give him a parent-teacher conference no matter what.

He doesn't know if such a father is qualified, he sees his classmates can ride on his father's neck to guide the country, and he can drive bumper cars with his father in the playground. And in his childhood, his father always traveled all over the country on business, and that police uniform was always dusty, and every time he came back, his mother disliked him for not washing clothes well. His father was always scratching the back of his head, always smiling, and he didn't know if he liked this father, but in his eyes, his father seemed to want to do his best to be a good father.

"This family drama is really good-looking, why can't I control my father's temperature, hehe. A cold voice came from the rooftop, he was dressed in white and stuck to the wall like a gecko, his face was not bloody, and the corners of his mouth were directly cracked at the base of the knife as if someone had cut it with a knife. He was smiling, his lips as bright and bewitching as if they had been rubbed with a layer of rouge.

"I, anyway, the creator god chose the player," the kid got up from the freezer and pushed away his father, who was hugging him. The cold air emitted from the body instantly filled the room, and the corpse in the freezer instantly boiled the moment the zombie came in just now, and the nameless smile came out in the depths of our souls, but when the chill stung the soul, the smile was dispelled.

"He's the chosen player too?" I was taken aback when I heard what he said, it seemed that I wasn't the only player chosen by the Creation God. As we were frozen away from the child by the cold, the father walked over.

"Daddy is still here, I'll leave this to me," he said, shuddering, as he walked up. All that was left for the child was his back, and the zombie didn't seem to be in a hurry to face the song's father, but grinned and laughed with his own terrifying mouth. The uneasiness in his soul was overcome by that fear by the emotion called "fatherly love", and he went against the current in that cold current, and that child was his last hope to live in the world.

"The family drama is really good, but in the face of a high-level zombie, can a human of your level hurt me? That little kid who didn't even indicate his camp reluctantly fought me when you made it clear that I would become a zombie. The white ghost disappeared in place, and the next second he stood in front of the policeman, his scalpel plunged into the policeman's abdomen, and then pulled it out and plunged it into his heart. The blood was frozen on the wound before it could flow out in this low-temperature environment, and the child watched his father being inserted and pulled out under the knife of the zombie, and his heart didn't seem to feel anything, what did the man's life or death have to do with him?

Bright red blood froze on his shirt, Xu Xinyi used a healing technique on the man with trembling hands, and the next second the white ghost came with a knife like a grim reaper. Du Ling's flames seemed to be suppressed by this cold, he didn't seem to feel any fire element in this world, and Meng Zhuxi's shadow restraint didn't seem to be able to lock on to the wandering ghost.

"Bang. Behind the ghost, the man stood up with his heart in his hands, the pistol in his hand still smoking, and the bullet embedded in the back of the ghost's head. The ghost was like a kite with a broken string, slowly falling from the air, and everyone seemed to be relieved, but they didn't expect the sneak attack to succeed in the end. I was about to put down the knife in my hand, but the cold killing intent passed in front of me.

The scalpel was only a few centimeters away from Xu Xinyi. The blade pointed straight at her heart, and my knife was stuck in the body of that person, and a black shadow restrained his hands, but he was still smiling, and Xu Xinyi in front of him also laughed. She slowly took the scalpel from the zombie's hand and slowly raised it to her neck.

"Don't. I dropped the knife in my hand and threw myself at her frantically, her eyes full of fear, reluctance, and tenderness for me. I don't want to, I don't want to lose her again. The knife was about to pierce her neck, and I stopped running at that moment, and when I held it until she stabbed into her neck, her father, who was already covered in blood, stopped, and Meng Zhuxi's gesture to control the shadow stopped, leaving only the child who looked at all this indifferently. It was as if the world had lost its color for a moment, and only black and white remained.

"You say, will you save. A voice came from his ear.