The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Until Alois lifted the hood attached to his isolation suit, An Minghui didn't realize what the other party was going to do.

Not to mention the taste of that vegetable leaf, the mere fact of sharing tableware with an infected person is enough to make one's mind go crazy.

Everyone in the last days knows how strong the infection ability of the zombie virus is.According to common sense, people infected with zombie virus should be killed immediately or put into isolation area.

An Minghui took a mouthful of vegetables, swallowed and neither vomited nor vomited. He couldn't help but start to think: Is it possible that I will die in less than half a month this time?

Message from the developer: Relax, even if you get bitten a few times, the things you worry about will not happen.

An Minghui asked subconsciously: Did you do this too?

Developer Message: Unfortunately, this has nothing to do with me

Such a dialog box suddenly popped up in front of him, and the information revealed in it made him relax a lot, but he felt a little nervous—why wouldn't he be infected?What did the original owner do before he came here?

Being bitten by a zombie doesn't need to worry about getting infected. There are only three possibilities he can think of - he is a zombie himself, born with a special constitution, or has been vaccinated.

But not long after the beginning of the end of the world, the research institutes that have not yet been destroyed began to collect blood samples from all people to find effective antibody carriers. The original owner was also tested, but nothing special was detected.The vaccine for the zombie virus has not yet been successfully developed, and the person who has achieved the most results in this area is now sitting in front of him infected with the virus himself.

But if the original owner was infected with the zombie virus, how could he not be found when he entered the research institute for a physical examination?

There are many questions in my heart, but it is not the time to solve them, so An Minghui just spat out the vegetables in his mouth, and then said helplessly: "This is your food, it is not suitable for me to eat, so you don't need to give it to me."

He deliberately blurred the information points that he had actually been fed into the entrance, so as not to be noticed by Kate who was waiting outside—it was really thanks to Alois for blocking the wall and surveillance cameras, otherwise it would have been I can't hide it even if I want to.

To be honest, the taste of the vegetable leaves was better than he had imagined, but it still tasted a little fishy. If it is really evaluated as human food, it can only be called dark food.

"If I have time in the future, I will come to deliver food every day, and occasionally I may need your help with some things." One of his jobs is to collect Alois' blood for research and analysis. Drugs were given to Alois to slow down the virus as much as possible.

Watching Alois finish his meal quietly, An Minghui got up and walked to the bookshelf in the isolation room, looking curiously at the various books on the shelf.

Unexpectedly, the books on the bookshelf are not all esoteric academic books related to scientific research as he imagined, but most of them are light-hearted and ordinary or popular science magazines introducing various interesting phenomena. Several Chinese books.

"Summary of the cultural systems of various regions in Huaguo", "Geological Survey and Climate Formation", "A Brief History of the Development of Cold Weapons"...Chinese books only account for a small part, and they are basically such serious themes. This is the only Chinese book stored in the courtyard.

He took out a book and flipped through it. The part he opened was talking about ancient swords. The author seriously stated that many swordsmiths in ancient times liked to forge swords with living sacrifices, and believed that the swords cast in this way would be sharper and more durable. There is spirituality, but the process is quite cruel, so this practice gradually disappeared due to people's resistance.

An Minghui thinks these anecdotes are quite interesting, and he is ashamed to say that he has lived in the ancient world more than once, but he has almost no understanding of swords, and he may not be Alois before he was infected with the virus. know a lot.

"Even if I read this kind of obscure book, it will be a bit difficult for me. It seems that your Chinese skills are also very good." He put the book back on the shelf, took out another English magazine, turned and sat back on Aloy Si, "It's right to think about it, you are such a powerful person, you should be quite proficient in many languages, right?"

"Now I want to do a simple inspection for you, can you cooperate with me?"

The young man sat on a chair and looked at him, his handsome face still expressionless.Alois looks like a well-made puppet when he is motionless like this. He has no soul, but is beautiful enough, but it will inevitably make people feel a little hairy.

Taking out a portable oral light from the pocket of the isolation suit, An Minghui gently lifted Alois' chin: "Open your mouth, let me see if there is any damage to the throat."

The delicate-looking "doll" is surprisingly well-behaved. It neither refused his contact, but also opened its mouth cooperatively to allow him to examine its own throat. It's almost like a small domestic animal, just like Noah at that time.

"Well done." Subconsciously praised, An Minghui checked it carefully, and quickly came to a conclusion. While putting the used tongue depressor into a sealed sterilization bag, he said, "Near the vocal cords. No problem, you should be able to speak normally."

"I've seen the video of your speech at an academic conference before. There is no doubt that you have a nearly perfect mind and a beautiful voice, but I have never heard your voice in person." Put away the dental light together , An Minghui said the next topic, "So, we are going to start language recovery exercises next."

"Many people's language initiation starts with calling dad or mom, but I don't think we need to start with that kind of vocabulary. Maybe a name is a good choice?" He said, taking out a pen and notepad, and wrote on it He said Alois’s name and pointed it out, “This is your name, Alois Middle. Try saying it? Alois.”

The young man looked at the words on the paper and didn't speak, but a thin vine stretched out, just blocking the line of words.

"..." This way of expressing refusal is quite unique, An Minghui paused for a while before comprehending the meaning of the other party, "Well, if you don't want to speak, then listen to me today, we can take it slowly Come."

"Then, this is my name." He continued to write in the notebook, and wrote his name on the line below the words blocked by the vines, "An Minghui, I didn't choose an English name for myself on purpose, you are just like everyone else. Just call me Ann."

Just when he was about to continue writing some simple vocabulary, he heard a clear and pleasant voice repeating in a non-fluctuating tone: "Ann."

An Minghui was taken aback.

In fact, not only was he surprised, but he also heard an exclamation-filled "God!" from Kate.

"Alois, I am always flattered by you." He couldn't help laughing, "Well said, thank you for being willing to say my name."

Afterwards, he watched the vine with Alois' name lifted up, and nimbly tore off the page from his notebook, and quickly hid the paper with the two names on it. go aside.

Not to mention, this set of little moves looks a little cute.

An Minghui was so amused that he laughed out loud, he didn't expect such a genius to be much more interesting and childish than he imagined: "No need to do this, I can write to you anytime you want. "

Of course, Alois didn't put the note back because of his words, and just continued to look at him in a quiet manner.

If An Minghui hadn't been used to being stared at in the previous world, he might still be looked at with hairs on his back now.

Thinking about something in his heart, he didn't stay for too long before getting up and preparing to leave, but as soon as he stood up, he saw the door tightly wrapped in plants, and he couldn't help being silent for a moment.

"It's almost time for me to leave. I still have some things to deal with. I will come over to deliver dinner later."

Alois was unmoved, but tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't understand why he was leaving.

Just when An Minghui was about to explain again, he saw the person standing in front of him suddenly raised his head, and gently pressed his head with one hand, that pale face approached, and then there was a cool and soft expression on his face. something stuck to his forehead.

This set of movements was so smooth that he didn't even have time to react.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a voice say very smoothly: "Don't worry."

This surprised An Minghui very much, but after that, Alois' words were no longer so fluent, like a child who just learned to speak, he could only express himself with incoherent words: "I, Words, important, forgotten."

Subconsciously raised his hand to cover the forehead that had been kissed, An Minghui stared blankly at the person in front of him who was staring at him intently. It took him a while to recover, and he gave Alois a big hug with a smile. And softly comforted the other party's ear: "Did you forget something important? It's okay, let's take our time and we will remember it soon."

"Okay, I really have to go, wait patiently for a while, I will come again in the evening. Put away those plants at the door, okay?"

Alois didn't speak, but the plants wrapped around the isolation door did slowly back away, giving way to the door.

"Thank you, but..." An Minghui looked down helplessly at the tiny vines that were quietly wrapping around his legs, "Is it okay to put these away as well? I really will come back soon. "

So the plants wrapped around his legs also began to retreat slowly, but the speed was much slower than before, and there was a sense of reluctance inside and out.

An Minghui was able to leave the isolation room.

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Alois' thinking ability is far more intact than I imagined

And he seems extra close to me, even though I don't think I've done much

I guess, maybe he is indeed the protagonist this time.

After all, there are not many people in the world who are willing to treat me preferentially without principle, right?