After the fog dissipated, everything on the coastline was clearly visible, and all "recreation" facilities were no longer covered in mystery.

We find the maze of the Puppet House, rescue Old Joe and Tom, and take them to the island as fast as possible.

"Your superpower has been restored? Congratulations!" Old Qiao stepped on the cross-sea bridge built by spiritual black clouds, exclaiming various questions while applauding.

His occupational disease made him curious about my superpowers. I pushed him forward with the black cloud. Now is not the time to chat. If we go back late, our intelligence will "explode".

"Slow down, my legs don't listen to use. Oh my god, I'm too tired." Lao Qiao's chest fluctuated violently, and his voice seemed to be about to die. It seemed that he was so tired.

I rolled him up with a black cloud, threw it forward, and caught it with another cloud. After this, Lao Qiao moved forward like a roller coaster. When he landed on the island, his face turned red and he couldn't even send out a syllable.

"Luckily he has no heart disease." Tom laughed twice when he saw Old Qiao looking like he was about to lose his temper, saying that he was a little gloating.

"I'm saving his energy, and he will get the sword in a while." I condensed the black cloud into the shape of a sofa and let Lao Qiao "paraly" on it to rest.

When I returned to the small building, I woke up the boy. He looked at his watch and it took us twenty minutes to go back and forth, and there was not much time left.

I carried him to the first floor, where there was a health room on the first floor. There was no professional operating room, but there were disinfection tools and scalpels, as well as needles and threads for sutures.

"You only have seven minutes, no, two people in seven minutes." Putting the boy on the bed, I looked up at the wall clock on the wall.

The boy was lying on his side, his broken ribs hurt so much that his face turned pale. Old Qiao put on disposable gloves and checked his stamina.

Without X-rays or ct scanners, forcing surgery is simply a big bet. Sure enough, Lao Qiao shook his head after a preliminary examination:

"I don't know how deep the things in his neck are. If he presses the nerves and high-level paraplegia are all lucky. If the chip is deeper, pulling it out may cause paralysis of the respiratory and diaphragm muscles. In short, he will die without a ventilator."

"Five minutes." I glanced at the wall clock again. It was too late. Should I give up this clue? I was a little hesitant.

"No, there is another way, you are a zombie." Tom suddenly looked at me and said.

"That's right, you are a high-level zombie. Even if he fails to mutate, it will not be worse than now." Old Qiao also looked at me with bright eyes.

"Would you like to? Become a zombie." I was hesitant and threw the choice to the boy.

The boy's sudden wide eyes revealed his inner surprise, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "Ask her first."

She naturally refers to the aunt who is dependent on him. At this time, the aunt was lying on another hospital bed and I woke her up.

"You have three minutes to make a decision, do you want to become a zombie?" Time is tight, and I don't have time to explain too much to her, "Being a zombie can save your life."

"No--" She sat up suddenly, "I would rather die than become a monster, not become that disgusting thing. I am an evolutionary psychic. Zombies should die, die!"

"Where are you?" I didn't stop the woman from jumping out of the bed. She rushed out of the bathroom door and ran upstairs like crazy. I retracted my gaze and asked in the boy's eyes.

"I want to live, live freely." The boy closed his eyes, rolled his throat, and made a soft choice.

Old Joe picked up the scalpel in the tray and said to me, "I say go, you bite him."

I grinned. I didn't like biting people, so I cut my fingers with a dagger and let the blood drip into my palm first. Lao Qiao didn't say anything, cut the boy's stamina skin and used small pointed-nosed pliers to pull out a cone-shaped metal from the inside.

"go." Lao Qiao sent me an order before he could completely pull out the cone metal.

I put my clenched fist upright to the boy's mouth, and blood dripped into his mouth. When the cone-shaped metal was pulled out, he opened his mouth wide, as if he was being strongly stimulated.

So the blood in my palm was not wasted at all, it dripped into his mouth and slid down his throat into his esophagus.

"He can't breathe anymore." Old Qiao subconsciously looked at his left and right, but unfortunately this was not an operating room or laboratory, and there were no instruments or tools for rescue.

"Take it away!" I snatched the pointed-nosed pliers in Lao Qiao's hand and threw it out the window with a spiritual black cloud.

However, the chip did not explode. Gu Yu and I looked up at the ceiling at the same time. The chip did not explode. There was only one possibility, that the aunt resumed communication in time, and their superiors canceled the "punishment".

Through a ceiling, we heard the woman upstairs shouting: "Request support, request support, there are super-matter psychics here, repeated, there are super-matter psychics here."

"You should have knocked her out just now." Old Qiao murmured.

"Haha, she is the relative of this kid and she also has a part-time lover. I knocked her out, which means killing her. If this kid survives, will he still work with me?"

Old Qiao frowned and thought, as if she couldn't figure out what I meant. I said again: "If this kid dies, our clues will be cut off, so she can resume communication... It's Plan B."

Of course, it is also a last resort. As long as the other party sends someone to support me, I can determine the direction of their arrival through the position of the brain waves.

"You, me, okay, I understand." Looking at Lao Qiao's expression, I thought he would say, 'You are such a cruel guy', but he didn't help but say it, but his eyes and expressions had already expressed his thoughts for him.

I think it is a bit inappropriate to put the character of the Virgin White Lotus on Lao Qiao, especially when I see his bald head and protruding beer belly.

It was really unreasonable to think, so I quickly stopped my thoughts. At this time, the boy on the hospital bed suddenly started to sway, and I quickly fixed his limbs.

"What's wrong with him? The infection was successful?" Old Qiao not only did not retreat, but saw the boy like this, but leaned forward to check his eyes.

"Be careful." Tom grabbed Old Joe and dragged him behind him.

"Yes, he is changing, the virus will infect his brain, and then the body will repair itself, and it will take some time."

"Zombies that can repair trauma by themselves..." Old Qiao's eyes lit up, and he looked at me like a hungry wolf who discovered a sheep alone.

"Have you ever caught such a zombie in your laboratory?" I asked.

"Oh ~ Please, if there are such zombies, the guys in the laboratory will definitely break their heads for this. Some of them don't mind changing their species for themselves."

"There is a kind of nuclear-turned zombie in the Tibetan area, which has this ability. It turns out that this ability is very rare."

"Nuclear turning into zombies? What is that?"

"It's a zombie that can't die from nuclear bombs, can survive under nuclear radiation, and has evolved."

Old Qiao opened his mouth wide, obviously not knowing how to express his inner thoughts for a moment, but just kept saying "Oh" three times, with one tone higher and higher.

As a scientific researcher who specializes in zombies, I feel helpless when Lao Qiao shows his "ignorance". Perhaps it is not that he has little knowledge, but that I have encountered too many strange things. Whether it is humans or zombies, I can write a story about the end of the world together.

"So..." Lao Qiao finally found his voice: "Zombies are regional and highly adaptable. Humans should work together to share information and help each other with technology!"

"Old Qiao, passionate is a good thing, but you also have to consider the real problems." I poured cold water on Lao Qiao.

"It is unrealistic to condense the forces from all over the place just by just a few words." Gu Yu continued to pour a second pot.

"Unless force is unified," Tom said.

"I am a pacifist." Lao Qiao stated dryly.

Gu Yu has been a little absent-minded since the moment, and his eyes always glance upstairs. I hit his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm wondering what method they can use to capture two Class B supernaturalists at the same time."

I really haven't thought about the question of "anthemia?" because there are many methods, such as pretending to be an ordinary survivor, suddenly attacking after approaching a psychopath, or releasing hypnotic gas in a certain area.

"What if they don't send people to put them on, and just drop hypnotic bombs? Or, just blow up the island."

"You mean, they will give up Kojima and two B-level abilities?"

"If they are not sure to control you, even if they make sacrifices, they will find a way to get rid of you."

I understand this principle, and the missile does not have brain waves, so even if it enters my search range, I cannot sense it.

"I..." the boy on the bed whispered weakly: "I have a way."

Old Joe was most excited. Even though Tom stopped him, his face was excited and his body crossed Tom's arm and looked at the boy on the bed:

"How do you feel? Do you want to eat people?"

"No, but the smell on you is very nice, exuding the fragrance of a luxurious meal." The boy's mind gradually became clear and his speech became coherent.

"Your aunt has restored the communication signal, she has contacted the headquarters and called for support." I pointed to the ceiling. Since they are the administrators here, they must know how to deal with this situation.

"She trusts them too much, no, she looks at us too highly and thinks that those people value us very much." The boy smiled self-deprecatingly, "Your level exceeds the support range, and there are no Class A mental abilities in the entire base, let alone you are a Super Class A, zombie."

He then added: "They can't control the zombies."

Tom asked: "You don't control the zombies in the wooden house?"

The boy touched his own intercourse, and his bones and flesh were healing, but his speed was much slower than me.

"You said that kind of dementia zombies? They are just half-dead things. The perverts at the base have raised another creature in their bodies. Aunt Wan can control this creature."

"It's indirect manipulation. No wonder they didn't respond to the breath of living people. Tell me, what's your solution?"

"My superpower is to inject life into dead objects and turn them into living things. When the missile flies over the island, I can ask it to turn around."
Chapter completed!