Ling Mo originally thought so, but after taking a closer look, he found that this was not the case.

If you just look at the surface, this information really only lists the types of mutant beasts, and has no actual effect on Xiaobai's evolution.

But after analysis, Ling Mo found a hidden information from it—the activity law of mutant beasts.

Since mutant beasts and zombies also hunt each other, mutant beasts rarely wander around the streets when zombies account for the vast majority and are firmly in the city's hegemony.

In fact, there is another reason for this, that is, one of their animal habits has also been preserved in the mutation.

Nest.

Almost all known mutants build a secret lair for themselves and then go out hunting as needed.

Whether you will run into them or not depends on luck, but if you have the intention to find them...... In the face of a city full of high-rise buildings and zombies, this unreliable idea should be dismissed as soon as possible.

But that's for the average survivor. For Ling Mo, this information was very useful.

But this kind of search was still very restrictive for Ling Mo, so when the fifth floor was close at hand, he stopped......

"Bang dang."

The iron door of the passage was shut, and a large lock was hung up.

"Lao Wang, it's time for your kid to be on duty tonight?" The guard handed the key to the visitor and smiled.

Lao Wang tugged at the belt of his trousers, grabbed the key, and glanced behind the iron door: "There aren't many people in the real yàn group tonight, right?" ”

"It's hard to say, I heard that the team leader was angry today. There will definitely be people who will stay and work overtime. Just keep watch. Don't get caught dozing. The guard laughed.

"Just your crow's mouth. Fuck off. Lao Wang said angrily.

He turned away, reached out and pulled the big lock, shook the key in his hand, and said to himself, "Why are you so careful, I don't believe anyone will think about going in...... Will something happen to the real yàn group? It's just a joke......"

When night fell, the already gloomy group fell into darkness at this time.

Occasionally, there was a soft "clang" sound in the hallway, accompanied by a "woo-woo" sound. It's not real, but it's like it's everywhere.

Ga –

A closed door on the fourth floor suddenly opened, and a gap gradually widened.

Immediately after, a foot stepped out of the house.

As the door opened to the point where one man could get out, the owner of the foot squeezed through the gap.

However, his movements were obviously awkward, as if the joints in his body were not very flexible, and even a little twisted in some places.

However, the white coat on his body wrapped his body, and it looked weird, and Cheng Dù had lowered a lot.

The man slipped a bunch of keys into his pocket and reached for the doorknob.

A faint beam of moonlight shone through the gap in the black cloth curtains, reflecting his pale fingers. Bulging dark cyan veins, and stains of old blood......

Click.

The door was closed. And the man had quickly turned around.

A flash of red light clearly appeared in the darkness the moment he looked up......

"In the only real room where the key to the iron cage can be found, the corpse puppet that can still come in handy has broken bones everywhere...... This kind of Yan zhòng arthritis really feels like it came out of some horror movie...... Anyway, can you break this flipped finger back......"

Ling Mo's body was lamenting. It was the first time he had used such a broken corpse puppet, and he reached out to button his clothes, but found that his fingers were in the wrong direction, which was really not good.

But at this time, there is no time to be picky, and it is already a surprise to be able to find a corpse puppet that can escape from the cage.

He let the jellyfish explore the way, and the corpse puppet followed crookedly.

The number of people in the real yàn group at night has decreased sharply, but it does not mean that you can move as you like. If you don't pay attention, you are still in danger of being discovered......

"Have you heard, No. 1 Shi Yàn product is missing, and Shen Le is also missing."

In the dark hallway, two red dots were bright and dark, and two faint voices were leaning against the wall.

"I've heard that, too. Hey, the team leader should be angry, right? The second voice asked, spitting out a puff of smoke pleasantly.

"Then who knows, the deputy team leader is going crazy, and he is still working overtime today, saying that he is going to make another No. 1 overnight. You don't know, he said that Number One was his son. I really don't know if his father would go crazy on the spot if he saw this kind of grandson. Or you might shout, oh my God, this isn't our family's ancestral chromobody! Hahahaha......" The man who spoke at first laughed.

"Huh...... Hey, which of these two do you think is easier to deal with? The other changed the subject.

The man was still laughing: "You compare two perverts...... The deputy team leader is a research maniac, and the team leader is a control maniac...... It's nothing more than whom's perverted Cheng dù is a little higher. ”

"Damn, you dare to say it. Which perverted program do you say? The other laughed.

"Deputy group, he's mainly a pervert in research, but the team leader, he's a pervert for decades. You see, he used to be a deputy all the time, and when he arrived at Nirvana, he couldn't wait to seal himself up, so he had to sè...... By the way, there is another thing, this number says that you still have to find it, the meaning of the team leader. The man said suddenly and mysteriously.

The other person was suddenly a little surprised: "The vast sea of corpses, how to find this?" Crazy......"

"I said I had a clue, the head of our group. You don't want to think about it, our best result in the past half a year is the No. 1 series, which is just like the lifeblood of the team leader. Would you be happy if your life was gone? The man continued.

"Fuck off, you broken metaphor. But these two perverts are really funny, one is a lifeline, the other is a son, hahaha......" the other laughed.

"I'm done smoking, I'm back."

The man pinched the cigarette butt and said.

"Well, I'll be back in a moment, I'm not done here." The other nodded.

"Smoking a cigarette is like picking up a girl, and you're in trouble......"

"Fuck off."

The corridor soon fell silent again, only to see a red dot flickering on and off, reflecting a fluttering face from time to time.

"Hoo ......"

He let out another puff of smoke and turned to look at the staircase above.

However, before the smoke dissipated, his expression suddenly froze, and the cigarette butt in his mouth fell to the ground, splashing a few sparks.

Although he still maintained the posture of looking up at Mingyue, his eyes became a little nervous.

After a few seconds, his Adam's apple rolled and slowly turned his head.

In the process, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

But as soon as he saw the stairs below, he froze.

No one?

There was nothing in the dark corridors......

"Am I mistaken?" The man touched the back of his head in amazement, "Shouldn't you see something wrong with zombies every day?" I almost thought there were red eyes down there......"

At that moment, he really startled him, and even felt that his body was a little weak.

Realizing that he had misunderstood, the man couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly.

After a dry cough, he let out a long breath and bent down to pick up the cigarette butts on the ground.

At that moment, a shadow swept past him.

"Huh?"

Again, the man looked left and right, puzzled, but still found nothing.

"What's wrong with me today, ......"

In the corridor on the fifth floor, the man who left first was walking deeper into the corridor with his hands in his pockets and humming softly.

At this time, not far behind him, a figure suddenly appeared.

The figure was clinging to the wall, tilting its head slightly, one arm twisted, silently following behind.

In the pocket of the real yàn, there was a faint sound of keys colliding...... The figure's eyes lit up suddenly.

When he stopped at the door of a real room and took out his hand to take out the key, a soft sound suddenly came from behind.

The man turned his head a little confused, and at the same moment, a gap was gently opened in his coat pocket.

As the keys were gently hooked out, another set of keys fell from the top of his head and slowly entered his pocket.

"Which monster is being dishonest again." The man smiled and turned his head.

"Hey, I got the wrong key? Whose key is this? ”

"Hoo ......"

Ling Mo reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, fortunately the other party was wearing a white coat......

"Thank you again for the system of Nirvana, without your support, I would not have been able to steal this set of keys."

After Ling Mo thanked him sincerely, he closed his eyes again.

At this time, he can devote himself to the control of the corpse puppet.

With the cooperation of the jellyfish, the difficulty of stealing the key is not too high, and Ling Mo's trick of striking the east and west is also tried and tested.

The key fluttered into a shadow, and was caught by a pale hand.

Listening to the depressed voice of the real puppet, the face of the corpse puppet with a blank expression suddenly aroused a strange arc.

With the key in hand, he can also go in the real yàn rooms with the doors closed......

Although the night is more suitable for exploring, many real rooms are completely locked up at this time. However, since many of the living creatures are indoors, there are always keys that remain in the hands of the staff on duty. Ling Mo's corner that afternoon was not for nothing, and when he shuttled through the many real yàn rooms, he also knew some of the rules of the real yàn group well.

"The team leader is not usually on duty in this building, but the deputy team leader is always on the sixth floor...... I'll start on the fifth floor. ”

The figure of the corpse flickered, and then turned into another corridor.

At this time, the members of the Nashi yàn group were still rummaging through their pockets in frustration, and he never imagined that more than ten meters away in a straight line, a zombie was holding his lost key and aiming it at the keyhole of a door...... (To be continued......)