When the fog clears, everything on the coastline is clearly visible, and all the 'rides' are no longer covered in mystery.

We find the maze of the puppet house, rescue Old Joe and Tom, and take them to the island as fast as we can.

"Your ability is restored? Congratulations! Lao Qiao stepped on the cross-sea bridge built by the spiritual black cloud, and threw out all kinds of questions while admiring.

His occupational illness made him curious about my abilities, and I used the black cloud to push him forward, now is not the time to chat, and our intelligence will 'explode' when we go back.

"Slow down, my legs don't listen to use, oh my god, I'm so tired." Old Joe's chest rose and fell violently, and his voice seemed to be about to die, and he seemed to be really tired.

I rolled him up with a black cloud, threw him forward, and caught him with another cloud, and so on and so forth, and so on and so forth, that Old Joe went up and down like a roller coaster, and when he landed on the island, his face was so red that he could not utter a syllable.

"Luckily, he didn't have a heart attack." Tom looked like Old Joe was about to collapse, and laughed twice, a little bit of schadenfreude.

"I'm here to save his physical strength, and he'll get the main knife in a while." I condensed the black cloud into the shape of a sofa and let Old Joe 'paralyze' on it to rest.

Back in the building, I woke the boy, he looked at his watch, we went back and forth for twenty minutes, and there was not much time left.

I carried him to the first floor, where there was a sanitary room, which did not have a professional operating room, but there were sterilization tools and scalpels, as well as needles and threads for suturing.

"You've only got seven minutes, no, seven minutes for two people." Putting the boy on the bed, I looked up at the wall clock on the wall.

The boy lay on his side, his face pale from the pain of his broken ribs, and Old Joe put on disposable gloves to check his stamina.

Without an X-ray or CT scanner, forcing the operation is a big gamble, and sure enough, Lao Qiao shook his head after the initial examination:

"I don't know how deep the thing in his neck is, if the nerve is compressed, the high paraplegia is lucky, if the chip is deeper, pulling it out may cause paralysis of the respiratory muscles and diaphragm, in short, without a ventilator to sustain life, he will die."

"Five minutes." I glanced at the wall clock again, it was too late, should I give up this clue? I was a little hesitant.

"No, there's another way, you're a zombie." Tom suddenly looked at me and said.

"That's right, you're a high-level zombie, even if he fails to mutate, it won't be worse than now." Old Joe also looked at me with blazing eyes.

"Would you like to? Turn into a zombie. "I hesitated, so I left the choice to the boy.

The boy's suddenly widening eyes revealed the surprise in his heart, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "Ask her first." ”

She, naturally, refers to the aunt who is dependent on him, and at this time the aunt is lying on another hospital bed, and I woke her up.

"You have three minutes to make a decision, do you want to be a zombie?" Time was short, and I didn't have the time to explain too much to her, "Turning into a zombie can save your life." ”

"No—" she sat up abruptly, "I'd rather die than become a monster, not that disgusting thing, I'm an evolutionary powerhouse, zombies deserve to die, to die!" ”

"What about you?" I didn't stop the woman from jumping out of bed, she rushed out of the door of the infirmary, ran upstairs like crazy, I looked back and stared into the boy's eyes and asked.

"I want to live, to live freely." The boy closed his eyes, his throat rolling, and made a soft choice.

Old Joe picked up the scalpel in the tray and said to me, "I said GO, you bite him." ”

I grinned, I didn't like to bite, so I cut my finger with a dagger, so that the blood dripped on the palm of my hand, and old Joe didn't say anything, cut the boy's skin and pulled out a conical metal from it with small needle-nose pliers.

“GO。” Old Joe gave me a verbal order before the conical metal was fully pulled out.

I put my clenched fist upright to the boy's mouth, blood dripping into his mouth, and as the conical metal was pulled out, his mouth opened wide as if he had been strongly stimulated.

So the blood in my palm was not wasted at all, and it all dripped into his mouth, sliding down his throat and into his esophagus.

"He can't breathe." Old Joe subconsciously looked left and right, but unfortunately this was not an operating room or a laboratory, and there were no rescue instruments or tools.

"Throw it away!" I snatched the sharp-nosed pliers from Old Joe's hand and threw it out the window with a spiritual black cloud.

However, the chip did not explode, Gu Yu and I looked up at the ceiling at the same time, the chip did not explode, there is only one possibility, that is, the aunt restored communication in time, and their superiors canceled the 'punishment'.

Across the ceiling, we heard the woman upstairs shouting, "Help, help, there's a supermaterial powerhouse here, repeat, there's a supermaterial powerhouse here." ”

"You should have knocked her out just now." Old Joe muttered casually.

"Heh, she is this kid's relative, and she is also a part-time lover, I knocked her out, which is equivalent to killing her, if this kid survives, will he still cooperate with me?"

Old Joe frowned and thought, as if he didn't understand what I meant, and I said again: "In case this kid dies, our clues will be broken, let her resume communication... It's Plan B. ”

Of course, it is also a last resort, as long as the other party sends someone to support, I can determine the direction of their arrival through the position of the brain wave.

"You, I, okay, I see." Looking at Old Joe's expression, I thought he would say, 'You are such a ruthless fellow', but he couldn't help but say nothing, but his eyes and expression had already spoken for him.

I think it's a bit indecent to put the character of the Virgin White Lotus on Old Joe, especially when you see his bald head and bulging beer belly.

I quickly stopped my thoughts, and then the boy on the hospital bed suddenly shook, and I quickly fixed his limbs.

"What's wrong with him? Successful infection? Instead of backing down, Old Joe leaned over to examine his eyes.

"Be careful." Tom grabbed Old Joe and dragged him behind him.

"Yes, he's transforming, the virus will infect his brain, and then the body will repair itself, and he'll need some time."

"A zombie that can repair its own wounds...... Old Joe's eyes lit up, and the look at me was like a hungry wolf spotting a lone sheep.

"You haven't caught any zombies like this in your lab?" I asked.

"Oh~ Please, if there are zombies like this, the guys in the lab will definitely break their heads for this, and some of them don't mind changing their species."

"There is a kind of nuclear zombie in Tibetan areas, which has this ability, and it turns out that this ability is very rare."

"Nuclear zombies? What is that? ”

"It's a zombie that can't be killed by a nuclear bomb, can survive under nuclear radiation, and evolves."

Old Joe opened his mouth wide, obviously not knowing how to express his inner thoughts for a while, but he just said 'oh' three times in a row, and the pitch was higher than the other.

As a scientific researcher specializing in the study of zombies, Lao Qiao's 'loneliness' made me feel helpless, maybe it's not that he has little knowledge, but I have encountered too many strange things, whether it is humans or zombies, together you can write a strange story of the end times.

"So..."Old Joe finally found his voice: "Zombies are regional and extremely adaptable, and humans should join forces, share information, and help each other with technology!" ”

"Old Joe, blood is a good thing, but you also have to consider practical problems." I poured cold water on Old Joe.

"It is unrealistic to want to condense the forces of various places just by your words." Gu Yu then poured the second pot.

"Unless the force is unified." Tom said.

"I'm a pacifist." Old Joe stated dryly.

Gu Yu was a little absent-minded from just now, his eyes always glanced upstairs, I bumped his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I'm wondering how they can capture two Class B Adepts at the same time."

"Anesthesia?" I haven't really thought about this question, because there are many ways to do this, such as disguised as a normal survivor, sneak up when you approach an Adept, or release hypnotic gas in an area.

"So what if they don't send someone and drop hypnotic bombs? Or, just blow up the island. ”

"You're saying they're going to give up on Kojima and two Tier B Abilities?"

"If they can't control you, they will find a way to get rid of you, even if they make sacrifices."

I understand this, and the missile has no brain waves, so even if it enters my search range, I can't sense it.

"I ......," the boy in the bed whispered weakly, "I have a way." ”

Old Joe was most excited, and despite Tom's obstruction, he excitedly crossed Tom's arm and looked at the boy on the bed:

"How do you feel? Want to eat people? ”

"No, but you smell very good, with the smell of a luxurious meal." The boy's mind gradually cleared up and he spoke coherently.

"Your aunt has restored the communication signal, and she has already contacted the headquarters and called for support." I pointed to the ceiling, since they were the administrators here, they must know what to do about it.

"She believed in them too much, no, she thought too highly of us, thinking how much they thought of us." The boy laughed self-deprecatingly, "Your level is beyond the scope of support, and there are no Class A spiritual abilities in the entire base, not to mention that you are a super Class A alien and zombie." ”

He then added, "They can't control the zombies. ”

Tom asked, "The zombies in the cabin are not under your control?" ”

The boy felt his intercostals, and the bones and flesh were healing, but much slower than mine.

"That kind of demented zombie, you say? They're just half-dead things, and the perverts at the base have another creature inside them, and Aunt Wan and I can control it. ”

"It's indirect manipulation, no wonder they don't respond to the breath of the living, let's say, what's your solution?"

"My ability is to breathe life into dead things, make them alive, and when the missiles fly over the island, I can turn them around."