mtl008 Chapter 317
Chapter 317
Song You whistled from below.
Shen Bei took a look and found that all the containers he could fill were full.
Holding a sniper rifle, Shen Bei walked out of the rooftop covered with blood and mud, and walked down the corridor.
Inside the corridor, doors on both sides opened wide, and a large number of zombies armed with guns leaped out.
The black muzzles of the guns jutted out like a forest of iron, tongues of fire bursting out like heavy rain, and shell casings clattered joyfully to the ground, piercing through the concrete blocks and thin iron plates front and back.
Shen Bei rolled through one shelter after another with his gun, his armor constantly consuming energy and inducing disorder.
In addition, the armor can also withstand the impact of ordinary bullets. It’s just that the clanging sounds are a bit painful, but it definitely does not cause any damage.
Keep moving forward courageously amidst twists and turns.
The muzzle of the shotgun in his hand was in front of the three zombies holding rifles in an instant. With a bang, fan-shaped bullets flew out, and three streams of red, white and blue flesh paste burst out.
Wait for Shen Bei to walk out of the building.
Behind him was a blood-stained road paved with zombies.
Shen Bei and Song You began their return journey, stepping deeply and shallowly among the remains and broken limbs of the zombies.
Song You suddenly asked, "Are these zombies considered evolved?"
Song You’s question is very strange.
Shen Bei ran while thinking, and replied: "It can't be called evolution, it can only be regarded as implantation."
Evolution simply refers to the mutation of itself.
Zombies rely on the technological power of brain-computers to control their nervous systems and thus be able to move freely again.
Song You tightly held the long plastic bucket on his back and wrapped it with a cloak. From the outside, it looked no different from wearing thick clothes.
He muttered: "What is Lina?"
Shen Bei turned his head to glance at Song You, then raised his pistol and fired a bullet.
He shot a zombie in the alley that was about to launch a sneak attack into the head.
Shen Bei didn't know how to answer this question, so he came up with the most reasonable answer: "It can be considered as grafting."
Song You was confused for a moment.
The word graft was something he couldn't get used to.
Song You now has to face many problems.
What exactly is Lina? How can I explain it when I bring her back?
Is she still a person?
Are there any normal functions of humans?
More importantly, how should we treat her?
Shen Bei seemed to understand his confusion and asked, "How many years has Lina been dead?"
"It's been seven years now."
"This is such a delicate time point." Shen Bei said meaningfully.
Song You was confused and responded, "What do you mean?"
Shen Bei raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and jokingly said, "Have you heard of the so-called 'seven-year itch'?"
Song You's mouth twitched slightly, clearly not buying the joke. "Is there any connection? Also, according to Dr. Batu, theoretically, Lina should be seven years old now, but I feel like she's behaving more like a three or four-year-old."
Shen Bei glared at him, then continued teasing: "Don't you know what kind of fruit you'll get from the seeds you sow? Were you also stupid and developmentally delayed when you were a child?"
Song You was actually touched by this question. After a moment of hesitation, he really began to recall. After a moment, he shook his head and denied it: "I really can't remember clearly. Since I can remember, I have had a vague idea of what my biological parents looked like. I grew up eating at many people's homes."
Shen Bei wasn't surprised by this and responded calmly, "There are many people with backgrounds like yours."
In this fucked up world, it is definitely an enviable thing for parents to be able to grow up with their children.
Little K is quite lucky because his parents have been with him for more than ten years.
More children don’t know how they grew up.
I only remember following strangers into the wilderness, working, and exchanging them for a few pieces of bread.
There is no residence either.