The stinking zombie in the suit must die, but Côte d'Ivoire is helpless. The reason is very simple, because he has problems with self-protection now, and if he is bitten by other zombies, the only way to be transformed into zombies is to be transformed. At that time, I will be like them, dragging my body that I feel heavy, wandering aimlessly step by step, and it would be better to die. Although Côte d'Ivoire believes that humanity is hopeless, there is no other chance after such zombies are created. But...... I can't die, I have to save my surname first.

Obviously, he is the only one who knows the truth about this. If you don't bring this news to Kamarilla, or even the people of Sabbat, they will be wiped out by zombies sooner or later. Although they hate the vampires of Sabata, the humans there are sinless. They are worse than themselves, so they should be more pitied.

The 'Konstantin' in his hand kept waving and slashing. But Côte d'Ivoire can only hold on, and even if they want to catch up, they have no chance at all. I should have killed the zombie in the suit when I looked at him just now, and at that time, with my own strength, it would have been easy to kill him, but I lost that opportunity. Côte d'Ivoire also kept blaming itself, and if it wasn't for the shock at the time, there would never have been such a small mistake.

Côte d'Ivoire stood guard at the staircase on the 6th floor, ensuring that no zombie could run up to the 7th floor. Because Mary is in the coffin, she must be given enough time to recover, otherwise no matter how hard she tries, it will be a dead end.

But Côte d'Ivoire didn't see it, and by this time the coffin where Mary was lying was empty, and a large mass of blood-red bats had flown from the small room, scattered around looking for something.

Suddenly, all the bats flew towards the same place, which was the direction in which the zombies in suits had fled. The zombies in the suit fled very quickly, starting the building while the Ivorians were still remorseful, and then running to a place they didn't recognize. I don't know what it is, I don't know what's going on, I don't know almost anything, the zombie in the suit only knows the word 'escape'.

Running away frantically, escaping to a meadow, the zombie in the suit let out a long breath of turbidity, feeling that the whole body was much more relaxed, as if he had also made some discoveries or insights. Sit on a park chair and look at everything around you. Everything here is so fascinating and everything is so magical. Colors appeared in front of my eyes, some shapes appeared, and they were green.

The zombie in the suit didn't know what he was doing, and sighed. It's like a newborn baby who doesn't know anything, doesn't understand anything. All actions and actions are done subconsciously, and I don't know what the name of what I see, or even what a name is.

The zombie in the suit put his hand in front of him, moved his thumb, then moved his index finger, and then clenched his whole hand into a fist. As if he understood that this thing was his own, he lifted a hand again, looked left and right, and then bit down, because this hand was not his own, it was the hand that had just carried the watch. Because I was in such a hurry when I ran away, I forgot to throw it away, just so that I could have something to eat.

After eating for a while, I felt that something was not right, and the zombie in the suit immediately walked down the street with the fingerless hand, looking left and right, and finally found a restaurant. I just pushed the door in, didn't care about anything else, and immediately took out a plate and a pair of cutlery. Finally, I don't know where to find a white napkin.

With a wave of his hands, the zombie in the suit pushed the rest of the table away, then stood straight next to it, put the plate down, and placed the remaining arm in the middle of the plate, and then put the knives, forks, spoons and other things in place. The action is smooth and very familiar. The zombie in the suit didn't know what it was, but he felt like it was the right thing to do. Then he turned around and sat down, spreading his napkin on his lap.

The zombie in the suit held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, and began to elegantly eat the remaining human hand. I completely forgot the fear I had just had, as if I had never experienced it at all. He was enjoying his lunch when he heard a noise. The sound was like glass shattering, followed by the sound of bats snapping their wings.

The zombie in the suit immediately turned to look back, and a large group of blood-red bats rushed in from the gate, all rushing to one target, that is, the table of the zombie in the suit.

The blood-red bats gathered together, and immediately lost their original form of bats, slowly gluing together like blood and water, and finally put together a human form. The human form is also red, and it is completely invisible, only a puddle of water. The zombie in the suit was very happy, and immediately took out a spoon from the side, as well as a plate for himself, as if he was going to add some sauce.

Suddenly, the blood slowly solidified, and finally a human form appeared. The humanoid slowly cooled down, and the zombies in suits were stunned, and immediately put down the spoon and replaced it with a knife and fork......

But in the next second, the zombie in the suit even put down the knife and fork, not because he wanted to get the saw and axe, but because the zombie in the suit was stunned by everything in front of him. In front of him, a beautiful brunette woman appeared. Wearing a red bodycon dress, nice white gloves, and a hat would be perfect.

The zombie in the suit immediately took out the napkin on his lap and put it on the table, while he stood up and stood up straight. I tightened my tie with both hands, and my head swayed naturally from side to side, and I could clearly hear the 'click' of the bones. The corners of his mouth are downward, and he looks very arrogant. Then he slowly walked past Mary, walked to the opposite side of the table, and pulled the chair across from him.

"Gentleman? ”

But Mary didn't have anything to fear, and even if he was allowed to bite, he might not be able to bite himself. As long as he wants, his body can be as hard as steel, and this useless zombie can't hurt himself at all. Mary also wanted to accompany the zombie to finish the play, so she walked over and sat down very elegantly. The zombie in the suit also pushed the chair forward slightly.

Immediately afterward, the zombie in the suit walked straight back to his seat, pushing the plate in front of him with the mutilated arm that had just been cut and eaten in front of Mary. Mary can also see that he is indeed a 'gentleman', but she can't imagine that there are such 'gentleman' 'zombies' in this world.

The research on zombies has just begun, and I can't imagine that there are such good materials for myself to do research work. Mary was also quite happy. But I'm really not interested in this hand, and I feel sick to look at. Although it is a gentleman, it is also a zombie gentleman, and the food it eats is not so beautiful. But one thing is quite strange, zombies should only eat fresh flesh and blood, and it can eat other zombies. If there are a little more zombies like this, then it is possible to use zombies to solve zombies, so that the number of zombies that humans can deal with can be greatly reduced.