Nonhuman Evolution Guide

Zhang Lin picked the little blue bottle off his knee, leaving a few light red teeth marks on his skin... This creature is literally gnawing on it with its life.Zhang Lin got up from the ground, picked up the little blue bottle and bounced it a few times, then began to look around, trying to figure out where he was.

Little Blue Bottle's short hands and feet slid a few times in the air, then stopped slowly, blinked its big eyeballs as if realizing something, poked its soft self curiously, then sniffed its short body The fat finger took a hard bite.

Zhang Lin held the little blue bottle that was bleeding from his fingers, raised his head and howled dryly, and laughed like a curator Jin among the many dead bodies.

Then he seemed to hear a sound, something like footsteps, but it seemed very heavy and feeble, as if someone who was seriously ill was shuffling and struggling to walk-but the problem was that he heard dozens of voices. There are footsteps like this, and it looks like it's just a woods, not a hospital.

Zhang Lin wanted to get more information, but the small blue bottle wailed beside him to cover up the slight sound.He felt that playing the little buddy all the time was of no help other than making the little blue bottle impotent, so he lifted the little thing up to his eyes by the back of his neck, and made a silent gesture with fierce eyes.

Maybe it's because murderous intent is universal in any race, Little Blue Bottle blinked his big eyes aggrievedly, choked and closed his mouth.Zhang Lin felt that this was too foolish, how did the deep blue eyes of the engineers make this little thing appear mentally retarded?

Since the little blue bottle was quite interesting, Zhang Lin reluctantly took it with him.He couldn't just throw the little blue bottle anywhere in this world, otherwise, once the little thing turned back into a servant of God, the world would be completely over.Although this world has nothing to do with him, the little blue bottle was brought by him, and Zhang Lin couldn't do such a thing like throwing it away casually and letting it destroy other people's worlds.

The proper way is to crush it to death directly, but this kind of cute and stupid little thing really looks like a kind of intelligent life. After holding it in my hand and playing with it for a long time, it is best not to kill it.

Zhang Lin could only hope that Wieland would find him quickly, or that he would find a way to go back—before the injection ran out.Otherwise, he could only pinch the little thing's neck, which is a pity.

Little Blue Bottle obviously didn't know that he had a bad future, but he immediately figured out which parts belonged to his own body, and stopped trying to take a bite to taste.However, the smell emanating from it obviously made him feel very puzzled, and from time to time he raised his nose and sniffed blankly.

Finally, when Zhang Lin clamped it under his arm, it excitedly gnawed on Zhang Lin's wrist.

Zhang Lin: "..."

He changed hands viciously, flicked the bleeding wrist, covered the mouth of the little blue bottle, and tugged its little partner.He didn't believe that conditioned reflex training would fail. This was the biggest insult to Pavlov's dogs!

The little blue bottle struggled with whining, and finally stopped gradually under Zhang Lin's pressure, and there was a masochistic atmosphere in Youlan's big eyeballs.

Zhang Lin tentatively let go of his hand, and brought his wrist, which was stained with blood, but the skin had healed, slightly closer. Little Blue Bottle stared at his wrist and leaned forward a little, showing a longing look, but finally flinched and twisted away. Neck closed eyes not to look at Zhang Lin's wrist.

"That's right, little thing." Zhang Lin didn't care whether the little blue bottle could understand or not, he pinched the little blue bottle's cheek and forced it to open its eyes to look at him, "You are a human body now, so you should have no appetite for humans, understand? That's just a memory stick, you little bastard."

The little blue bottle stared at him with deep round eyes like glass balls, drooling.

No matter what, not biting is a good start - Zhang Lin can only tell himself.

The sound of footsteps was still dragging closer unswervingly, Zhang Lin had a bad premonition.The smell of corruption in the air seemed to point to something, but he wished he wasn't so bitter.

He looked around, and there was no other cover for him except trees.

Surprisingly, he seems to be much better now, and he is completely different from when he first transformed into a human. At least climbing up a tree is as effortless as when he was an alien.These all seem to verify Wieland's point of view, he just has a human-like appearance.On a molecular level, perhaps only a hair's breadth away, after all Wieland has said that his genes are roughly human-like.But from a macro perspective, these subtle differences will constitute another him.

Looking from a high place, it seems that there are many dark shadows hidden under the dense canopy.

Although it can’t be seen clearly, but this familiar way of staggering slowly and firmly towards the goal, it is hard to say that it is not the thing that is about to make the film and television drama play badly – ​​zombies.

If it is in a world with zombies, there are too many possibilities.

Zhang Lin felt very unhappy. It's better not to be Resident Evil, that world has already broken away from the scope of science fiction, and has gone all the way to the fantasy point of no return.

With only one odd-shaped tail, he would just be a poor kitten there.

Zhang Lin's heart was lifted, and he held his breath nervously to listen to the movement nearby.Fortunately, there are no other characteristics that indicate that there are any dangerous creatures here, and they seem to be just ordinary slow-moving zombies.

It wasn't until the first ragged figure swung out from behind a tree and limped toward him with determination that he was slightly relieved, and then forced again.

Will he be infected with the zombie virus?

The tail seemed to be just a weapon, a complete metal silicide structure, and it hadn't been injured yet-but if it was cut or scratched, would he be infected?

Well, this is just a hypothesis. In theory, the zombie should not be able to scratch his bone and tail, but breaking it... Zombies don't seem to know how to break things.

Just as he was racking his brains, several other zombies also staggered towards his tree, scratching the trunk stiffly with their hands. Although it was the ants shaking the tree temporarily, with this persistence With unremitting efforts, Zhang Lin has no doubt that the ending of this tree will be to the street.

The little blue bottle suddenly stretched out its short hand to the air, grinning and scratching a few times.The end of the nose kept shaking, and the fat fingers reached for the zombies below.Finally, it seemed to understand something, stopped struggling, and glanced at Zhang Lin timidly.

Zhang Lin suddenly felt disgusted.

Don't be like this, these foods are all expired, dear!