Zerg's Serving Guidelines

Two ministers (catch insects)

Wiman held down the gun, his eyes glowing in the dark.The wind blowing from the ground turned over and over the paper he had written by himself.And those feet were firmly planted on the ground, fastening the paper.

The corridor was pitch black, and after one minute of power outage, the emergency light sources slowly lit up from both sides, and the small light sources illuminated the corpse spots on the feet like mottled reefs.Wiman mentally added the state of decay to the corpse: near active decay.

This kind of garbage body, parasites with heads and faces are not willing to parasitize.If the experimenters hadn't been stalking to study the effect of "sunset" in different ranges, Wiman would never have chosen such a corpse.

He squinted his eyes, and there was a very loud voice, "Please cooperate with the transportation of "cleaners" at all levels"; then, "Please cooperate with the transportation of "cleaners"" from the wall outside the corridor; Further away, there was an ambiguous sound, "Please cooperate with the transportation of [cleaners] at all levels."

The feet outside the door were unmoved.

The emergency lights flashed twice strangely, Weimen suddenly moved.He put his gun against the door panel and fired three times.The entire wooden door was broken open, and three stinky blood holes flowed black, and they flowed extremely slowly.

Those feet still didn't move.

He seemed to be standing just for the sake of standing there.

Wiman hit the board with his elbow.He knew this thing too well, there was no such thing as a smoking room in his early years.Later, the former minister worried that underage males would be unhealthy from second-hand smoke, so he led an engineering team overnight to build a broken smoking room for Weiman.

"Tsk." Weimen smashed his mouth with a cigarette butt in his mouth, "I should have thought of this shabby tofu project a long time ago."

The worm marks on his body lit up, his elbows were covered with a hard shell, and the three-finger-thick wooden planks shattered in the violent impact.A hand struck the corpse's spine directly from behind.

A muffled voice sounded.

The corpse fell to the ground.

Its head was planted on the wall, and it hung down on the emergency wall lamp.The corner of the light box pierced the forehead of the corpse, and a trickle of blood flowed from it.Weimen stepped forward, pressed against the back of the guy's head, and fired two shots. The corpse jumped up from the ground like a dance. After the brains and blood splashed the entire wall, it collapsed on the ground with all its strength.

Wiman's bum was almost finished, so he took off the cigarette holder and poked it against the wall.This time he was sure the body was dead beyond death—but it wasn't normal.Weimen took out another cigarette anxiously, and the brown streaked cigarette on his body was one less.

The power of "Sunset" is obvious to all experimenters.Wiman wasn't surprised that the parasite bothered to infiltrate the biochemistry department.He wondered why this corpse, which had been dead for more than a month, was still moving.

The basic skill of corpse second-hand traffickers is to identify corpses, corpses parasitized by parasites, and corpses that died after being parasitized.

The broadcast of "Please cooperate with the transportation of [cleaners] at all levels" was getting farther and farther away. When Weimen turned the body over for inspection, the broadcast had completely disappeared.He heard the sound of rails pushing and whistling on the ground, and the experimenter ran down the corridor with coffee.

"Mr. Weimen?" The experimenter turned back and looked at the female worm turning over the corpse in the dark, wondering, "Do you need help?"

Weimen will not allow unarmed experimenters to touch such high-risk corpses.He said: "Need. Do you know who is going to take away the 'cleaner'? "

"Military Department."

"Who?"

"I don't know." The experimenter shrugged, "The document is real. We have verified it with the military intelligence."

Weimen took out a folding body bag from his pocket, and he neatly packed the headless body and dragged it away.He asked several procedural questions one after another, and the experimenter was able to answer them at first, but later, the staff in charge of the Telegram Union had no problem receiving replies.

The program is all right.

"Mr. Weimen. It is indeed an order from the military department." The person in charge of directing the missile transportation took out the document, "Signature, seal, pupil print, and fingerprints are all available."

"You have to wait for our minister to come back." Wiman insisted: "The "cleaner" targets all living things...does the missile center have professional biochemical personnel?You have no idea how to use this weapon. "

He has been reduced to the point of nonsense.Weiman knew that this could not really prevent these people from taking away the two "cleaner" missiles, and his identity could not allow him to come forward to intercept the accident.

In terms of organization, he is a member of the Zerg gene pool.

"Mr. Weimen." The face of the clerk from the outside has darkened, "Are you blocking military affairs on behalf of the Zerg gene pool?"

"No. What I mean is...you need to be safer. Uh, be more cautious." Weimen could only play Tai Chi with the other party vaguely.Various thoughts flashed in his mind, like a pot of water just boiled.

The door of the smoking room was suddenly locked; the dead body standing outside the door; the sudden dispatch of missiles; a completely unfamiliar messenger—military affairs?My military affairs you uncle!

Weimen sneered in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he took out his few brown-patterned cigarettes and lit them for the other party, "Sir, don't be so nervous, it's my fault, my fault. I have worked here for more than 30 years. I'm used to it haha..."

Screaming smoke sirens pierced the sky.

The laboratory in the hill seemed to be caught in the echo of an alarm, and hot tongues of flames swept from the basement.Billows of smoke billowed from the vents.

"The morgue." A dark figure rolled out, his voice hoarse, "The morgue is on fire."

Weimen left the clerk behind and hurried forward, "Which one?"

Suppose the corpse is just to prevent him from going to check, suppose the "cleaner" is just a cover to attract everyone away, suppose the parasite only values ​​"sunset"...

"Too many, I don't know." The experimenter barely recalled a direction, "The smoke came from the southeast passage."

Weimen let go of his hand, and he could hardly stand still.

The morgue to the southeast has only two bodies.

One is the former Minister of Biochemistry, and the other is the former Minister of Biochemistry.

Wen Jiuyi was dreaming again.

Since childhood, he was not a child with many dreams.

His teacher Lida said that it is a good thing for children not to dream, which means that the amount of training during the day can be increased.The former head of the biochemical department believed that not dreaming was against the nature of children, and more than once persuaded Wen Jiuyi to devote himself to scientific research, asking everyone to study the brain structure of juvenile males.

The male father, Wen Lai, directly threw the two bastards out.

"Dreams are just dreams." The male father Wen Lai told Wen Jiuyi, "Don't listen to adults talking nonsense. Some people say that males with high spiritual power can have prophetic dreams. Hmph. These are all words that have no scientific basis."

Wen Jiuyi didn't know if there was a scientific basis for dreaming, he only knew that he would rather dream when he was an adult.

Because in the dream, there was a teacher, a male father, and two ministers who treated him very well.

He went back to being six years old.

His teacher Lida and two ministers took him to the gas chamber.Junxiong Lida knelt down and gave him a short knife.The two ministers stuffed a candy in his pocket one by one.

"Are you scared?"

Wen Jiuyi shook his head.

"Eat candy when you are afraid."

Wen Jiu nodded.

"Go."

Wen Jiu walked in.

They watched the gas chamber door lock.The ten condemned prisoners inside had already untied their restraining rings, and they watched a male cub walk in blankly and mockingly, seeing him as the last supper in their eyes.

Wen Jiuyi first listened to the executioner tell the ten female insects with a blank expression that they could be released without charge as long as they killed themselves; then he watched the ten condemned prisoners go from despair to hope and then to a kind of arrogant madness with a blank expression; then Impassively, he leaped up into the air and clinged to the ceiling, waiting for the release of the poisonous gas, and watched ten condemned prisoners die painfully under the torment of the poisonous gas.

After coming out, Lida asked him, "Why didn't you do it?"

Wen Jiuyi didn't answer.

He is such a little male.The three teachers looked at him, touched his head, and told him to eat the candy in his pocket.Afterwards, every time the execution day came, Wen Jiuyi would come over.He was fine against the wingless Zerg as if he was flying without fighting, but he was basically beaten when he encountered races that were good at flying, such as butterfly moths and bees.

"You are not suitable for using a knife." The former minister prescribed medicine to Wen Jiuyi.The little male was beaten to tears, and his gender and age only made the executioner more excited.The former minister pinched Wen Jiuyi's swollen fingers and kissed his hair, "Teacher will find you a better weapon."

"Ah."

So, the three of them began to teach Wen Jiuyi how to use military thorns.

After teaching for a week, the three of them stuffed the children into the gas chamber to fight against a group of condemned prisoners.The result was gratifying, Wen Jiuyi finally pierced the throat of a condemned prisoner with a military lance.When his eyes were covered with warm blood, Wen Jiuyi saw three adults outside the window smiling gratifiedly.

He doesn't understand, but killing can make teachers happy.

"Well done." The former minister stuffed a candy for the child, "Jiuyi. You are the most talented little male I have ever seen."

Wen Jiuyi felt the sugar on the tip of his tongue melt into sharp needles.In the next second, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.The body's rejection made Wen Jiuyi realize that this is sweet poison.

The former minister still smiled and said, "Other people will vomit blood within three seconds after eating it. You just don't feel well on September [-]. Tell me, are you talented? Haha." He took out all kinds of beautiful poisons and handed them to Wen Jiu One, watching Wen Jiuyi eat the medicine bit by bit, it was like witnessing the flower seedlings that he cultivated carefully absorb the fertilizer.

"Not bad." The ex-minister rarely praised him.

"Go." The former minister sent September [-] to the door of the gas chamber, and gave him a victory gesture. "The second batch is coming soon. This time we use poison, okay?"

Wen Jiuyi felt countless toxins flowing in his body.He had the illusion that he was a walking biochemical bottle, and the bubbling venom might be sprayed out at any time.But when he saw the three teachers on the sidelines, the power poured out of his body like a poison.

This time, two condemned prisoners were killed.

Both ministers were happier than ever.Their excitement overwhelmed Wen Jiuyi's first time speaking, walking for the first time, and killing people with military stabs for the first time.For the two predecessors who lived and were doomed to die in the name of "September [-]", there is nothing greater than the joy of seeing a good heir.

"You are the best." The former minister was not stingy with his praise, "You will become the most outstanding "September [-]st." "

The former minister hummed twice.After the old man retired, as always, he didn't talk much and only did practical things.He gave Wen Jiuyi a box full of real candies.This box of sweets made Hao Yu chase after Jiuyi and tout it for a full year.

"When you can kill ten of them." The former minister promised Wen Jiuyi, "I'll give you a surprise."

Wen Jiuyi thought it was more sweets, or a longer holiday to meet Xiongfu.

He worked hard in this direction, and at the age of six and a half, he accomplished the feat of single-handedly killing ten condemned prisoners.The two "September [-]" ministers kept their promises and prepared a huge surprise for Wen Jiuyi.

They sent the video of Wen Jiuyi killing ten people solo for the first time to the male worm Wenlai, along with a long letter of praise.

The author says:

Two former ministers: Surprise?be happy!

Wen Jiuyi: Thank you, it was a shock.

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可能历代「九一」多少都有点不解风情吧。感谢在2022-04-1916:16:29-2022-04-2016:55:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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