After the Doomsday Rebirth, My Whole Family is Big Brother

  Chapter 508, Appraisal Results

  All of a sudden, it seemed that the zombies of the whole building were squeezing toward this floor.

  The zombies stepped on the corpses of other zombies and rushed towards the base commander without hesitation.

  Even if the lightning on the base commander's body could kill them instantly, they still didn't stop in the slightest.

  All the zombies that rushed over, the base chief did not hesitate to let them be good people in the next life.

  In less than an hour, the corpses of the zombies have been piled up to the ceiling, and there are countless zombies crawling on the corpses of the zombies, barely squeezing through the gap.

  At the end, there was no gap at all.

  The angry roar of the zombies sounded from behind the mountain of corpses.

"Quiet--"

  A rough, hoarse voice sounded abruptly.

  This voice is like a child's voice, but it is not as clear and sweet as a child's voice, let alone any innocent taste.

  In an instant, the roaring zombies quieted down, and the building that was still lively just now quieted down.

  The head of the base did not have any unexpected expressions on his face.

  Zombie King He has seen more than one head and two heads. The owner of this voice is just a high-level zombie who has just learned to speak. For him, it does not constitute any threat.

  He raised his eyes and looked at the mountains of corpses in front of him, and the corpses moved slowly.

  It's not that the corpse is moving, it's that there are zombies pulling the corpse of the zombie, it looks like the corpse is moving.

  The lightning on the base commander's body was looming, and he calmly watched the zombie corpses moving in front of him.

  In a short while, a rotten head appeared.

  This is a rotten head belonging to a child, with a big smile blooming on its face. The smile almost reaches the base of the ears, and the corners of the mouth can't help but seep out of black blood.

   Judging from its appearance, this is a high-level little zombie about six or seven years old.

   Judging from the carrion on his face, he has not yet reached the level of the zombie king.

  The black gums were united together, and the rough and hoarse voice sounded in the quiet building.

   "Do you think I look like my dad?"

  The zombie child laughed at the base, but his voice roared with a hint of anger.

   "I don't know your dad."

  The base is long and calmly opening.

  The zombie child froze for a moment, and slowly retracted his head. The zombie's corpse moved again, and it seemed that it was constantly looking for someone inside.

  Ten minutes later, the rotten head came out from the center of the corpse again, and its rotten little hand was pulling the corpse of an adult zombie.

  The body of adult zombies is very fat, and it is impossible for a child of six or seven years old to move.

  What's more, there are mountains of zombies on top of adult zombies.

  The small hands of the child zombies seemed to have no muscles, and they were all carrion, but the power was frightening, and he pulled out the adult corpse with a casual pull.

  "Do you look at us?"

  The zombie child’s mouth grinned to the base of his ears again, his eyes were not as clear as a child, with a touch of bloodthirsty.

  The reason why this child came here is because the neighbor said that he does not look like his father, so his father came to take him for a paternity test.

  It happened that the end of the world came that day, and never returned home.

  Generally speaking, after becoming a zombie, the memories that belong to humans will become chaotic, unless it is a particularly obsessive thing, and those memories can only be remembered after becoming a high-level zombie.

  The problem of whether he looks like his father or not is his obsession.

  A six or seven-year-old child, originally at an innocent age, was suspected by his father that he was not his own because of a rumor from a neighbor.

   came to this institution inexplicably and took a blood test...

  The base chief glanced at the zombie's corpse, his facial features were all rotten, and his face was hideous.

  You can’t even see the single eyelid or double eyelid, let alone see if they look alike!

  The base chief glanced at the exposed rotting head again.

   can only be seen as a zombie child. The eyes, nose, and mouth are all on the face, but they are covered by carrion, making it impossible to distinguish.

  But the head of the base still sees a key point. The shape of a child's face is different from that of an adult.

  Children have round faces with very small heads, while adults have very long faces.

  If you only look at the shape of your face, it really doesn’t look like your own.

  But the face shape cannot determine whether it is a biological problem.

  The head of the base seriously said, "This requires experimentation."

   "How to experiment?"

  The voice of the children's zombies was as hoarse as before, but with a touch of excitement.

Obsessiveness is also painful for zombies, especially conscious zombies.

"Paternity Testing."

  The long base pointed to the door behind him.

"good!"

  The child zombies actually touched some rotten heads.

  In fact, it doesn’t understand what is called a paternity test. It only knows that his father came here to ask the person inside if he is his own.

  After the apocalypse broke out, the most comical scene was staged in this well-known appraisal agency.

  The head of the Yunhua Security Base, which is said to have the most powerful abilities, was bending over at this time, cutting off a small piece of carrion from a zombie's corpse.

  The child zombie tore off a piece of rotten flesh from his face without hesitation, and threw it in front of the base chief.

  There was a touch of excitement in his bloodthirsty eyes.

  The base leader picked it up calmly, and then walked towards the room.

  Child zombies were also preparing to follow the base commander in, but they were blocked by the base commander.

  "Families stay!"

  The head of the base pointed to the sign at the door with a serious expression on his face.

  There was a moment of confusion on the face of the child zombie. He glanced at the base's fingers and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

  The smell of blood from the base leader made it extremely eager, but it still managed to endure it with its weak consciousness.

  It wants to know whether he is the father’s son or not.

  The child zombies roared in a low voice, suppressed the bloodthirsty impulse in his brain, and waited at the door, staring straight at the door, like a small sculpture.

  The meat was rotten, but there was DNA. The head of the base put two pieces of rotten flesh into another machine.

  Leng Yebai never thought that his paternity test report and the zombie’s paternity test report were born in the same room.

  The zombies of children outside the door are waiting, and the head of the Yunhua base is also waiting.

  They are all waiting for an appraisal result.

   With a soft click, the machine with long bases and white hair on cold nights stopped working.

  Unconsciously, it has been three hours.

  The head of the base took a deep breath, and he stopped just as he was about to walk over.

  Thinking about it, the head of the base pulled up the white coat on the side and put it on him carefully.

  It seems like this, the test result may become the same as he thought!

  When I turned on the machine with my fingers, the long fingers of the base trembled slightly.

   Twenty-six years, a miss of twenty-six years.

  It should have been a happy family of three that everyone envy, but now he is the only one waiting, waiting for a result, waiting to tell the people underground, that result.

  　 Ask for a recommendation ticket.

  (End of this chapter)