Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 181 The Zombie Dad is a Wave 28
"I think your books are gone." Rou Rou said.

Fuchen looked at her in confusion, not knowing what a book looked like.

After thinking for a while, Rou Rou reminded, "The other party is likely to target your father."

Fu Chen looked at the big zombie and nodded slowly.

He's great, definitely targeted.

Fuchen didn't care, and lay down to sleep.

That's the end of the conversation, Rourou doesn't have much to say.Exited the room to prepare for today's rest.

Big Zombie——Dr. Liu Minzhi's house is very old and empty.

Simple furniture, wooden structure, small master bedroom and second bedroom, the second bedroom is used as a study.

Fuchen and the big zombie Liu Minzhi occupy the study room.

Rourou and other five people occupy the master bedroom and living room.

Fortunately, everyone pays attention to it. Sleeping on the sofa, sleeping on the floor, and huddling are not a problem.

The first time I spent the night in a zombie's house, everyone had a fantasy.

Compared to this, thinking that there are still thousands of lights outside the city, but my own family has died without a monument, I don't know whether to be sad or happy.

I stayed up until midnight before falling asleep.

The next day, the five of Rourou went out to inquire about the news. They wanted to go to government agencies and hospitals to find information.

Fuchen heard the movement, got up, went to the living room, and saw the feeding bottle.

There is already food, no need to forage.

Fuchen and the big zombie stayed at home, thinking about nothing but sleeping.

Two hours later, the car came back, and the five of them came back with materials, and then went out again.

In half an hour, I drove back in three cars.Another pile of papers.

After a while, five people drove five cars to move materials.

There was another pile of papers in the living room, filling the living room.

Fuchen lay on the belly of the big zombie, watching everyone sitting on the ground busy.

The four were busy, and one went to the kitchen to be busy.

Zhang Minzhi uses natural gas.

In the zombie city, the natural gas company has long been closed.I don't know where the pipe is broken, and the gas in the pipe has long been vented.

Fortunately, the kitchen utensils are complete.

The water is softly supplied, so don't worry about running out of water.

The person took out his hand and put it on the iron pot, and there was a layer of fire underneath to wrap the pot.

The floating dust and the big zombie were attracted by this strange thing, and they clung to this person to watch.

It was the first time for Mr. Xiong to be close to a living zombie for so long, and he still didn't make a move. The muscle in his brain hurts, so he still endured the pressure and continued to do what he should do.

First heat the oil over low heat.

Then put the base potatoes in the soft space.

Throw in the whole potato directly, pour a handful of water, cover the pot, and simmer over high heat.

Zombies don't know cooking skills, but they are very curious about fire.

The raging fire licked the bottom of the pot, and steam was constantly bubbling from the edge of the pot.

The big zombie was the first to reach out and put it in, trying to catch the fire.

"Hey—don't let it go!" Mr. Xiong stopped, seeing the big zombie's tightly baked hands, and seeing the big zombie's unmoved expression, he remembered that it was a zombie.

Still a great zombie.

When Fuchen saw the big zombie touching it, he couldn't help himself, and happily touched the fire.

However, as soon as the fire touched the skin, Fuchen felt extreme pain.

"Aww. Aww." Fuchen shook his hand, clutching his injured hand, his face wrinkled.

Mr. Xiong looked down at the little zombie in disbelief: Are zombies really sentient like humans?
When Rourou heard the movement, she walked over to check without worrying.Seeing Fuchen's movements, he understood clearly and warned, "Don't play with fire."

When he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of Mr. Xiong's small eyes that couldn't be turned away, staring at Fuchen with wide eyes.

Rou Rou comforted, "That's why I have been raising her. She may be Dr. Liu Minzhi's most powerful experimental result."

Mr. Xiong turned his head and looked at the big zombie who was still roasting himself. His brain was still not turned on, and he was still immersed in the shock of "zombies have human perception".

The floating dust on the ground looked up and saw the "roasted chicken feet" in the fire, and suddenly pushed the big zombie away, "Stand back!"

Mr. Xiong was pushed back by the floating dust, and only reacted when he heard the sound.

Fu Chen stood aside and yelled at the big zombie, "Don't play with fire! Look at your hands!"

The big zombie tilted his head and told his hands.

The outer skin has been burnt, exposing the bones.

But big zombies have no perception of this part of the body.

The dust was blowing, and he grabbed the big zombie's hand and put it into the bucket to wash off the ash outside, revealing the flesh and flesh sticking together after the fire inside, and the bones could be seen at the second joint.

The floating dust carefully washed away the gray matter, and along the way washed out many intact skins and flesh.

In the bucket is a bucket of "broth soup", which still smells like burnt meat.

Mr. Xiong: "..."

Rourou heard the voice, and came to check again.Seeing Fu Chen's movements, he didn't say anything, took out the medical tape from the space, and bandaged the big zombies round and round.

Drain the water in the bucket, wash it and put another bucket of water.

Mr. Xiong watched the whole process, and suddenly felt like he was watching a family.

Especially father-daughter interactions.

Think about it, people are originally father and daughter.

Without thinking too much, go ahead and make your own potato stew.After simmering until soft, press it into a puree, and add a packet of sauce for instant noodles.

Live together.

A big pot of stewed potatoes is lunch for five people.

The five of Rourou stayed in the room to check the information, and Fuchen was curious, so he also gathered around to watch, even though he couldn't read the words clearly, he would still move closer to read the words.

Everyone is obsessed with finding information.

No biting motion.

Temporarily forget that she is a little zombie, and play around with her.Occasionally, I will tell her what it is and how to pronounce the word.

Fu Chen sat among the crowd like a child trying to help find a sense of existence.

Still soft and careful, she noticed the disappearance of the big zombie.

Standing up, the room turned up and down, and asked Fu Chen, "Where's your father?"

Fu Chen was stunned for a while, his pupils suddenly relaxed, and his mouth opened wide.

Not really.

Don't play with fire!
Fuchen got up immediately, "Cat corpse!" He called the cat zombie.

A cat jumped out of the house and stood on the balcony window, watching the floating dust with blue eyes.

Fuchen ran over, turned over the balcony, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The five looked at each other, not understanding what happened.

Are you so Electra?
Rou Rou thought about the way of getting along with zombies, big and small, and put in the new experience of getting along, without thinking too much, she continued to search for useful information.

Fuchen followed the cat zombie all the way to the street.

Fortunately, the big zombie has no brains, wandering around in the city, there is no fire.

In the rainy late summer and early autumn, the sparks are not seen at all.

When Fuchen saw the shadow of the big zombie, his blood surged, and he punched and kicked the big zombie.

The big zombie took two steps back, and jumped up and down with his hands to beat his own floating dust.

There was no expression on his face, and he didn't look like a living person.

Actions don't forget to help.

Fuchen stared at him with white eyes, from bottom to top, but his momentum was not lost at all.

The big zombie stood there, unresponsive.

Her demeanor is like a dying old lady, playful yet stubborn, not daring to do anything to her precious grandson.

(End of this chapter)