Something's wrong with the little monster I picked up

"Brother Fat, what's wrong with you?" Mu Yufeng asked with concern.

"I...I...I don't know." The fat man stood up, staggered a step forward, and stared straight at Mu Yufeng.

His eyes were abnormally red, and dense bluish-black lines spread from his neck up, similar to the ones on Xiaoye's chin, but more and denser than Xiaoye's.

"What's wrong with me? I... Is there something wrong?" The fat man spoke very slowly, but he didn't seem to know anything about it. The muscles on his face were trembling, and his joints were stiff every inch of his body.

boom--

The fat man fell down in front of Mu Yufeng, and there was no movement for a long time.

Mu Yufeng's heart was trembling, she stretched out her trembling hand to probe the fatty's breath, and just when she was about to touch the fatty's face, the fatty suddenly opened his eyes.

Mu Yufeng was knocked away by a huge impact force, the fat man rushed forward and pressed her against the wall, his scarlet eyes were wide open, the fat man opened his mouth, his fangs approached Mu Yufeng's fragile neck infinitely, she tried her best to Resisting, smelling a familiar stench.

"Fat brother! Wake up! It's me!" Mu Yufeng struggled.

"You see clearly, I am Mu Yufeng, we have fought zombies together!"

The word zombie seemed to hurt Fatty, his fat body shook violently, his eyes blinked, and the strength in his hands suddenly eased.

"Yes, I'm not a zombie, I'm not..."

The fat man grunted and trembled all over.

boom--

There was another loud noise, Xiao Yezi kicked the fat man flying, and the fat man hit the metal door of the isolation room.

Xiao Ye Zi stood in front of Mu Yufeng, posing in a fighting stance.

Before they entered the isolation room, all the weapons on their bodies were handed over to Meng Zhao. Xiao Yezi lowered his figure, like a feline with power, ready to rush out and bite the throat of the prey at any time.

Mu Yufeng hugged Xiao Yezi, "No! He's a human being!"

At the door, the fat man who had fallen to the ground stood up unsteadily, one of his arms was hanging unnaturally, his shoulders twisted into a strange angle, he turned around, and the blue and black lines had almost covered his entire body. face.

"Do you think he's still human?" Xiao Ye Zi asked in a low voice.

Mu Yufeng hesitated, and let go of Xiao Yezi's hand.

Xiao Ye Zi didn't rush up immediately, she stood in front of Mu Yufeng, her muscles tensed, and she watched the fat man's every move with a good eye.

The fat man stood there, his lips trembling.

Mu Yufeng recognized the fat man's mouth shape, and he kept repeating a sentence:

"I don't want to die."

"I don't want to die."

"I don't want to die."

On that night two days ago, Fatty and Mu Yufeng faced the zombies surrounding them back to back, and Fatty also said these words out of control.

He searched all the refuges one by one. The cellar in the ice and snow contained all his belongings. He only had a hatchet, and he yearned for the refuge 001 like the Jews yearned for Jerusalem.

He is just afraid of death.

Meng Zhao was still outside, and the people in their refuge must have a way to save him. Mu Yufeng shouted at the top of his voice, "Captain Meng! Save someone! Something happened to Fat Brother! Save him!"

The iron door opened behind Fatty, he turned his head to look, Mu Yufeng saw Meng Zhao's stern figure, and thought he had finally come.

A shot went off.

Everything was playing in slow motion, Mu Yufeng's smile froze on his face after the catastrophe, Meng Zhao's muzzle burst into flames, and the fat man fell slowly to the ground.

This was the first time Mu Yufeng saw an execution scene. The human body was as fragile as foam in front of the bullets fired at high speed. The fat man's head was completely pierced, and the sprayed liquid was even hot.

A whirlwind.

"elder sister!"

Xiao Yezi reached out and hugged the unconscious Mu Yufeng. Meng Zhao walked quickly, put the gun behind his back, squatted down in front of Mu Yufeng deftly, lifted his eyelids to check his pupils, then lifted the hair on the side of Mu Yufeng's neck, and observed Whether there is a wound on the neck.

"Has she been bitten?" Meng Zhao asked Xiao Yezi.

"No... I'm fine..." Mu Yufeng woke up panting heavily.

The moment she passed out, Mu Yufeng's consciousness seemed to be emptied by someone. The picture of the fat man's head shattered and fell to the ground stayed on her retina, and Mu Yufeng lost her vision for an instant.

"He's infected." Meng Zhao asked Mu Yufeng, "Did you get bitten by him?"

Mu Yufeng shook his head slowly, tears streaming down his face.

She took Meng Zhao's forearm and repeated: "He said he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die..."

Meng Zhao sighed, and while Mu Yufeng was concentrating on crying, he injected a tranquilizer into the back of her neck.

Mu Yufeng fell asleep in Meng Zhao's arms, Xiao Zizi was so angry that she wanted to hit someone, Meng Zhao stood up holding Mu Yufeng, and avoided her heavy punch.

"Your sister is just asleep." Meng Zhao said flatly.

Before the quarantine time came, Meng Zhao laid Mu Yufeng flat on the padded floor of the isolation room, turned around and walked out of the isolation room, pulled out the communicator at his waist and contacted the dungeon: "The fat man with number 798 is infected. The isolation room became ill and has been cleared. At present, the vital signs of the sisters numbered 799 and 780 in the isolation room are normal."

"Come up and have a look, the fat man is sick."

There was a short receipt from the communicator.

Meng Zhao crouched next to Fatty's body, gently moving her limbs, looking for the wound left by Fatty's attack by zombies.

You can only be infected if you are bitten, but Meng Zhao had already led people to check the fat man when he came to the refuge, and they found nothing at that time.

Meng Zhao frowned, took off his gloves, and groped inch by inch.

There were footsteps coming from behind her, and Meng Zhao knew who it was without looking back. The guardian of this little monster was still asleep, so he had something to say.

"You saw how he was sick, what do you think?" Meng Zhao asked.

Little Leaf didn't say a word.

"Does the pattern on his face look familiar?" Meng Zhao turned around and faced Xiao Yezi, "It's the same thing as the one on your face."

"You are also infected, you are no longer human." Meng Zhao said coldly.

"I...know. I'm not human." Xiao Yezi said in a low voice.

Meng Zhao raised his eyebrows, as if surprised by Xiao Yezi's precise self-cognition.

"Generally speaking, people who have just had an onset of consciousness and are still conscious will probably be like this fat man, denying that they have changed, and insisting that they are human until... completely losing their minds."

"But the process of corpse transformation on your body seems to have stopped at a certain delicate critical point. Your body has already completed the transformation of corpse transformation, but your brain is extremely clear." Meng Zhao judged.

"When did you get infected?" Meng Zhao asked.

"I don't know." Xiao Ye Zi replied.

Ever since she could remember, she had already been like this, as if she was a natural alien.

Meng Zhao snorted coldly.

The addition of Scarface interrupted the conversation. He paused when he saw the plight of the fat man on the ground, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. A missed fatal wound.

Finally found it, it was hidden on the fat man's ankle, and he stuck his trousers into his boots, leaving a small tooth mark.Just such a tooth mark ruined a life.

"Let's dispose of it harmlessly," Meng Zhao said.

"What about those two people?" Scarface asked.

Meng Zhao glanced at the time on the communicator, and said, "Continue to quarantine and wait for 72 hours."

Mu Yufeng fell into a fragmented dream. One second she was running wildly with the fat man on the snowy ground, and the next second she saw his head torn apart in front of her. The fat man was lying on the ground with blood and tears in his eyes, pulling Mu Yufeng The hem of his trousers pleaded loudly, saying that he didn't want to die.

Mu Yufeng woke up in fright, and sat up straight, with a dull pain in her head, she hugged her head and panted heavily.

After fully waking up, Mu Yufeng discovered that there were strange electrodes attached to his arms, which connected to a strange box with a monitor, which was somewhat similar to some kind of medical equipment.

She looked around, she was still in the isolation room.

Meng Zhao came over with a glass of water, and was not surprised to see Mu Yufeng woke up. She handed the water to Mu Yufeng, and a reassuring white mist floated out of the cup.

"I gave you a tranquilizer, are you calm now?" Meng Zhao asked.

Mu Yufeng lowered his head and took a sip of hot water.

"You have a fever, I gave you some medicine, your blood analysis results are...strange, do you have any medical history?" Meng Zhao asked.

Mu Yufeng looked at Meng Zhao, who looked away awkwardly, and explained dryly after a while, "I was a medical soldier before."

"I do have physical problems, long-term unexplained fever, disordered blood inflammatory factors, or I am experiencing a factor storm, but other than that, my white blood cell, granulocyte, and lymphocyte ratios are close to normal values, and most of the time I am prone to fatigue. , not too many symptoms." Mu Yufeng smiled and summarized: "It's like a chronic wasting disease."

Meng Zhao frowned and said in disapproval, "It's not chronic consumption. Your body consumes energy faster than the strongest warrior I've ever seen."

"Is there a diagnosis?"

Mu Yufeng shook his head.

"What about treatment?" Meng Zhao continued to ask.

Mu Yufeng thought about it for a while, the appeasement policy of freezing people should not count as treatment, so she shook her head again.

Meng Zhao's expression became more serious. She got up and bowed to Mu Yufeng.

"I'm sorry, I'm a surgeon, your condition is too complicated for me." Meng Zhao apologized.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Mu Yufeng said softly.

"Well... I want to ask, where is that fat man?" Mu Yufeng asked cautiously.

"He is infected. In order to protect everyone's safety, I can only eliminate him." Meng Zhao said this without any emotional fluctuations, as if she had done so countless times.

The brilliance of humanity as a medical soldier seemed to flicker on her and then extinguished, and Meng Zhao returned to his original cold and vigilant appearance like a sharp knife.

"I'm sorry." There was no trace of apology in Meng Zhao's tone.

Mu Yufeng fell silent.

After sleeping for a while, she finally calmed down. She didn't need to tell Meng Zhao that she could understand that the fat man suddenly became like that, he must have been infected. Nor has he completely lost his mind.

"He has been asking for help," Mu Yufeng said.

"But I need to be responsible to most people." Meng Zhao said.

"You may have seen the lines on his face, are you still insisting that your younger sister won't hurt anyone?" Meng Zhao asked Mu Yufeng.

The fat man's blood-red eyes seemed to be still staring at her from somewhere. The lines on his face were exactly the same as Xiao Yezi's. He had already been killed by Meng Zhao. Will Xiao Yezi follow in his footsteps one day?

"No, I trust her." Mu Yufeng said firmly.

Meng Zhao looked at the time on the communicator, and when the second hand returned to zero again, she stood up and stretched out her right hand to Mu Yufeng.

"Number 799 Mu Yufeng, number 800 Ye Zi, your quarantine period is over, welcome to Vault 061, I am Meng Zhao, commander of the Vault Self-Defense Force."

"United as one, overcome difficulties together."