No way.

When I heard him say this, I was speechless at that time, and I was surprised and admired this person very much.

You know, the body of the zombie is wrapped in a large amount of corpse poison, and there is definitely no good fruit when bitten by that thing, and the legend says that once this thing bites someone, it will not bite to death and will not let go, and it can still live if it is bitten by a zombie, and it is a warrior.

Wait a minute

What do you mean by "still alive, right"?

Looking back and thinking about Lao Yang's words, I feel that there is something here, in fact, "immortality" and "living" are not an either/or concept, Lao Yang said this, there must be his reason, sure enough, when I asked about it, Lao Yang sighed heavily, and then said: "That person, bitten by a zombie, after biting, it was like having rabies, intermittent attacks, always wanting to bite people." At first, he could control it, but then he couldn't, and suddenly rushed up to bite him on the neck, and the people in the bureau were frightened and accidentally shot him to death. ”

"Isn't that dead? How do you say you're still alive? As soon as I heard this, I wondered, how do I know, Lao Yang smiled bitterly when he heard this: "He was dead at the time, but then he was alive again, if you want, I can take you to see it, and make sure you will be unforgettable." He said, really stood up, I looked at the time, it was a little late, but Lao Yang seemed to hope that I could go with him, and he hesitated for a moment and didn't refuse.

It took a lot of time from Ding Ling's house to the police station, and when we arrived, it was already midnight, most of the people in the police station were off work, only a few people on duty were still there, and those people looked at me with a very strange look after hearing our request, Lao Yang whispered a few words to him before he was relieved: "Jin Jiuye's apprentice, why didn't you say it earlier!" ”

"You didn't ask," I thought to myself, I followed, the one with a set of keys, walked in front of me, walked to the innermost side in a roundabout, and saw two policemen on duty in the room in the main hall dozing, the man knocked on the glass to say hello, and then took me and Lao Yang into the house.

As soon as the door opened, I was speechless, there was a large iron cage that could be more than two meters high in the detention room where the suspect was held, and in the cage, a man with a collar around his neck and hands and feet were handcuffed was walking back and forth leisurely, he looked sluggish, and his walking posture was also very strange, judging from the blood stains on his body, this should be the person Lao Yang said.

"Does he have a mind?" Standing outside the door and not entering, I looked at the person inside and asked Lao Yang, Lao Yang heard this, shrugged his shoulders, and immediately took a short stick in the hand of the policeman who led the way and knocked it on the top of the cage.

As soon as the cage rang, the man who was swaying as if he was sleepwalking turned around suddenly, his eyes widened, and he slammed into the railing of the iron tower and was bounced back by the cage wall. The cage was fastened to the wall, or it would have knocked it over.

He gripped the railing with his fingernails, grinning out, the blood holes from the bullets on his body had dried up and solidified, and no matter how much he tossed, there was not a single trace of blood.

"You see it, that's it, he doesn't respond to anything you tell him, but he's sensitive to sound stimuli, and he can see it."

Lao Yang said, waving his hand in front of the corpse, and sure enough, with the wave of Lao Yang's palm, the guy's dilated pupils followed at once, and he gritted his teeth and turned his head very funny, which made me cry and laugh a little.

I crouched down to look at his paws, and the skin contracted, stirring up many folds, and at the end of the folds, ten nails had grown quite a bit.

Lifted up his sleeve and took a look, on his arm, the green tendons were fully visible, although there was no blood circulation, but those large and small blood vessels were all bulging, and on the green tendons, there were fluff, a little heavier than the sweat hair, not obvious.

Looking at its teeth again, the canine teeth are protruding, and the molars are buckled, although they are not long enough, they are no longer acceptable to normal people.

"Brother, is this a zombie?" Before I could finish my check, the policeman who came to open the door tapped me on the shoulder and asked, I shook my head, in fact, zombies and zombies are two completely different concepts, although in some special cases the two things are surprisingly similar.

Zombies appear more frequently in Western film and television works, but in reality, the zombies they call are not real "corpses", those things are still people, because their brains have not stopped moving.

In medicine and jurisprudence, the standard of human death is brain death, but the brain of zombies can still work, which is also an objective fact that can be generally recognized in the West.

According to the records of relevant historical materials, the earliest zombies were made by some witchers who used drugs, they would use some special ingredients in the drugs to make people fake their deaths, and then use other methods to resurrect those "dead". These "corpses" are often hypnotized by special rituals that serve them in a manner similar to that of the "living dead".

Although this method is very similar to raising corpses and ghosts in Middle-earth, but, carefully speaking, the zombies they raise still rely on their brains to control their own "people", which is still quite different from what we call zombies.

It is based on such a characteristic that if you pay close attention to it, you will find that in the eyes of Westerners, only after cutting off the head, what they call "zombies" will be completely subdued, in fact, it is just to let those who are not dead die again, which can be scrutinized in natural science, but the current film and television works habitually confuse the two.

After listening to my story, the policeman with the key suddenly became respectful, he glanced at Lao Yang, and then squatted down and asked me, "Then, is this senior brother still saved?" ”

"He's dead, how can he save him." I said, sighed, clapped my palms, turned around, and said to the two of them as I went, "If you can, cremate him as soon as possible." This kind of thing, the longer it drags on, the more powerful it becomes. Moreover, don't say I didn't tell you, corpse poison is contagious, you better take me to see the brother who was attacked by him first, otherwise, there will be another similar one. ”

"Okay." When Lao Yang heard this, he immediately nodded, and quickly whipped to the hospital, and as soon as he entered the ward, he saw relatives in a ward and a dying person.

The man's face was bloodless, and there was a wound on his neck, although the wound was shallow, but the man was already swollen like an eggplant, and when I saw that he was angry, I knew that if I came a little later, it would be over.