Apocalyptic Garbage Sorting System

"stop!"

Just when Li Yichen wanted to summon Tianya out, the director suddenly shouted, which not only stopped the soldier's movements, but also let Li Yichen temporarily dispel the idea of ​​violent and wounding.

"Did you hear his voice just now?"

The director stepped forward and pushed the soldier away, staring at Li Yichen:

"This is not an angry roar, I have never heard such a sound from a licker!"

Seeing the director approaching, Li Yichen was afraid of being seen as a flaw, so he shrank back in the cage until he retreated to a corner...

"It's scared! Have you seen it? When the zombies have wisdom, they actually know that they are scared!!"

The director's voice was very excited, because even the intelligent zombies they created by combining their intellectual brains with other zombies had never revealed the emotion of fear. The only emotion they could express was anger.

This was the first time he saw a zombie that would be afraid. For him, a fanatic who specializes in zombies, the licker in front of him is the most precious creature in the world.

He wants to create zombies with human wisdom, but so far, the zombies he created, although they have a certain amount of intelligence, always have defects of this kind, and to control those zombies, only a special instrument can be used. can.

This kind of intelligent zombies is not what he wants at all. The zombies he wants can be directly controlled without any equipment, just like the pets that humans used to raise, because they are required by their plan. Zombie.

Now, the zombie in front of him will be afraid, then he may still be happy, sad, and excited. This is the real zombie close to humans! !

"It's all quiet! Put down the weapon and we want to show kindness to it. It is like a child now, a child who has lost his parents and is extremely scared in his heart."

The director stretched out his hands and made a downward pressure on both sides:

"If we can be friendly to it at this time, it may accept us and rely on us. We will have a king of zombies who can control the tide of corpses and directly obey our orders!"

"Quick! Take the individual's body, it should be hungry, we want to feed it!"

The director turned his head and shouted at a soldier.

"Human body? Whose?"

The soldier was taken aback!

"Whose I care about? As long as it is fresh, you can take yours if you like! Go!"

The director cried out impatiently.

"Yes!"

The soldier hurriedly saluted, and then ran out to a cell next to him. Among the survivors who were locked up and intended to be used as a test, he picked one out and took it to the director's research room.

"and many more!"

Seeing the soldier drew out the knife to cut off the survivor's arm, the director suddenly stopped him, then looked at the survivor and said:

"Listen, we have a very special zombie here. We want to treat it as food. You now have two choices. One is that we just cut off your limbs from you and feed him piece by piece. , And the other..."

The director pointed to Li Yichen in the cage:

"You can go over and put your hand in and give it to it. It is a special zombie with the intelligence of a five-year-old human. It is now very scared. If you behave a little more friendly, let it accept you, maybe it won't It hurts you! Which one are you going to choose?"

The survivor looked desperate, but he did not plead, because he knew that in front of these demons, pleading was useless. Since he said these two options, then he had to choose one.

Looking at the licker in the cage, the survivor swallowed, then walked slowly forward, and at the same time squeezed a smile on his face that was uglier than crying. He tried his best to make himself look friendly, but inwardly Fear made his face look a bit hideous.

Seeing that this person seemed to have chosen the latter, the director waved his hand to a soldier next to him. The soldier stepped forward and clicked on a corner of the cage. A fist-sized window suddenly appeared in front of the cage. .

After opening this window, the soldier quickly backed away, he didn't want to be caught by the tongue of the licker.

"Uh...Hi!"

As the survivor approached the cage, he waved at Li Yichen and said:

"Hello! I... My name is Shi Lei and I am 47 years old this year. Before you guys showed up... I was a student and still in school. My father is a doctor and my mother is a nurse!"

The closer he got to the cage, the more the survivor was shaking, but when he talked about his parents, he seemed to be calmer, and there was a trace of recollection in his eyes.

"On the day you showed up, my parents were rescuing a patient. They didn't know that it was not a patient, but..."

The survivor came to the edge of the cage, stretched out his hands and held the cage:

"Then, they were all bitten. My mother was slightly injured because of his father's protection. My father died on the spot. After that, my mother saw him get up again to attack other people, so she knew I have lived soon."

"She called me, told me some things, and asked me to protect myself. The call didn't last long, and she didn't even say goodbye to me. In the end, it was just a sound... …I sound like a strange roar!"

"I was on an outing at the time, because I was not in the city, so I escaped, and then I kept hiding in Tibet, and I have lived till now. Actually, I don't blame you, because I know you don't have your own consciousness..."

"Fart! It has its own consciousness!"

Originally, after hearing this person's words, the director seemed to remember before the end of the world, so he listened quietly, and even waved to a soldier who was going to step forward not to interrupt him.

But when he heard these words, the director roared, and he shouted:

"Don't you see it, are you scared now? Put your hand in it quickly, or I will just put your head into this cage, and you can have a good kiss with it!"

Hearing what the director said, Shi Lei swallowed heavily, then gritted his teeth and put his hand into the window of the cage, staring at Li Yichen firmly, repeating gently in his mouth:

"I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you..."

Li Yichen looked at his trembling hand, tilted his head to the left and right, then slowly crawled forward...