That's what Ling Mo thought at first, but after a closer look, he realized that it wasn't the case.
On the surface, the information only listed the types of mutant beasts, and it didn't actually help Xiao Bai evolve.
But after some analysis, Ling Mo found a hidden message — the pattern of the mutant beasts' activities.
Since mutant beasts and zombies also hunted each other, zombies were the majority of the city's population, so mutant beasts rarely wandered the streets.
In fact, there was another reason for this, and that was that one of their animal habits was also preserved during the mutation.
Nest building.
Almost all known mutant beasts would build a secret nest for themselves, and then go out to hunt according to the needs.
It all depended on luck whether one would encounter them or not, but if one had the idea of looking for them … In front of a city full of high-rise buildings and zombies, it was better to give up on such an unreliable idea as soon as possible.
However, this was only for ordinary survivors. For Ling Mo, this information was very useful.
But this kind of search was still very limited for Ling Mo, so when the fifth floor was close at hand, he stopped …
"Clank."
The iron door of the passage was closed, and a big lock was hung on it.
"Old Wang, is it your turn to be on duty tonight?" The guard handed the key to the person and smiled.
Old Wang pulled his belt, grabbed the key, and looked behind the iron door, "There shouldn't be many people in the experimental group tonight, right?"
"It's hard to say, I heard that the team leader was angry today, so there will definitely be people staying to work overtime. You just stay here, don't get caught if you doze off. "The guard laughed.
"You jinx, hurry up and get out of here." Old Wang said angrily.
He turned around and reached out to pull the big lock. Then, he shook the key in his hand and said to himself, "Why are you being so careful? I don't believe that anyone would want to go in … Will something happen to the experimental team? This is a joke … "
As night fell, the Experimental Team, which was already gloomy and gloomy, was now plunged into darkness.
Occasionally there would be a "clank" sound in the corridor, followed by a "woo woo" sound. It was not clear, but it seemed to be everywhere.
Quack —
A tightly shut door on the fourth floor suddenly opened, and the gap gradually widened.
Then, a foot stepped out of the house.
When the door was wide enough for a person to squeeze through, the owner of the foot squeezed through the gap.
However, his movements were obviously a little awkward, as if all the joints in his body were not very flexible, and some parts were even a little twisted.
On the other hand, the white coat wrapped around his body, making him look less strange.
The man stuffed a bunch of keys into his pocket and grabbed the doorknob.
A faint beam of moonlight shone through the gap between the black curtains, illuminating his pale fingers, the protruding dark blue veins, and the old bloodstains …
Crack.
The door closed, and the man quickly turned around.
A flash of red light appeared in the darkness the moment he raised his head …
"In the only lab where we could find the key to the cage, the zombie puppet that could still be used had broken bones everywhere … This kind of severe arthritis is really like walking out of a horror movie … By the way, can this finger be bent back …"
Ling Mo's real body was lamenting. It was the first time for him to use such a broken zombie puppet. He stretched out his hand to button his shirt, but found that the direction of his fingers was wrong, which was really not a good feeling.
But at this time, there was no time to be picky, it was already a surprise to find a zombie puppet that could escape from the cage.
He let the jellyfish explore the way in front, and the zombie puppet followed crookedly behind.
The number of experimental group decreased sharply at night, but it did not mean that they could do whatever they wanted. If they were not careful, there was a risk of being discovered …
"Did you hear, the first experimental subject is missing, and so is Shen Le."
In the dark corridor, two red dots, one bright and one dark, and at the same time, there were two vague figures leaning against the wall.
"I heard that too. Hey, the team leader must be very angry, right? "The second voice leisurely exhaled a mouthful of smoke and asked.
"Who knows, the deputy team leader is very angry, he is still working overtime today, and said that he will make another number one overnight. You don't know, he said that number one is his son. I really don't know if his father would go crazy on the spot if he saw this grandson. Or maybe he would shout, "Oh my god, this is not our family's ancestral chromosome! Hahahaha … "The person who spoke first laughed.
"Haha … hey, who do you think is easier to deal with?" The other person changed the topic.
That person was still laughing, "You compare two perverts … the deputy team leader is a research maniac, and the team leader is a control maniac … it is nothing more than who is more perverted."
"Damn, you really dare to say that. Tell me, who is more perverted? "The other person also laughed.
"The deputy team leader, he is mainly perverted in research, but as for the team leader, he is an old pervert for decades. You see, he used to be the deputy team leader, but when he reached nirvana, he couldn't wait to make himself the main team leader … Oh right, there is one more thing, this number one still needs to be found, according to the team leader. "That person suddenly said mysteriously.
The other person was suddenly a little surprised, "In the vast sea of corpses, how can we find it? Are you crazy … "
"They said they had a clue. The leader of our group said so. Think about it, our best result in the past half a year is the number one series, it is like the team leader's lifeblood. If your lifeblood is gone, would you be happy? "That person continued to say.
"Get lost, what kind of lousy metaphor is that? But these two perverts are really funny, one is the lifeblood, the other is the son, hahaha … "The other person laughed.
"I finished smoking, I am going back."
That person said as he pinched the cigarette butt.
"Okay, I will be back in a while, I am not finished here." The other person nodded.
"Smoking is like picking up girls, you are so troublesome …"
"Get lost."
The corridor quickly quieted down again. The only thing that could be seen was a flickering red dot, and from time to time, it reflected an ethereal face.
"Phew …"
He exhaled another mouthful of smoke, turned his head and looked at the top of the stairs.
However, before the smoke dissipated, his expression suddenly froze, the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, splashing a few sparks.
Although he still maintained the posture of looking at the moon, his eyes became a little nervous.
After a few seconds, his Adam's apple moved a bit, and he slowly turned his head.
During this process, the corner of his mouth was slightly twitching.
But when he saw the situation of the stairs below, he was stunned.
No one?
On the dark stairs, there was nothing …
"Did I see wrong?" The person touched the back of his head in shock, "Did I see something wrong with looking at zombies every day? I almost thought there was a pair of red eyes down there … "
At that moment, the corner of his eye really scared him, he even felt his body was a little weak.
At this moment, he realized that he saw wrong, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
After a dry cough, he let out a long breath, bent down to pick up the cigarette butt on the ground.
Just at this moment, a shadow whizzed past him.
"Huh?"
The person looked left and right again in confusion, but still didn't find anything.
"What's wrong with me today, damn …"
In the hallway of the fifth floor, the person who left first had his hands in his pockets, humming a song as he walked down the hallway.
At this time, not far behind him, a figure suddenly appeared.
The figure stuck close to the wall with his head slightly tilted and one of his arms twisted as he silently followed behind.
In the researcher's pocket, there was a faint sound of keys colliding … The figure's eyes suddenly lit up.
When he stopped in front of a laboratory, just as he was about to take out the key, a soft sound suddenly came from behind.
The person took out his hand, somewhat puzzled, and turned his head. At the same time, his pocket was also gently opened.
As the set of keys was gently pulled out, another set of keys also fell from the top of his head and slowly entered his pocket.
"Which monster is being naughty this time?" The man smiled and turned his head.
"Hey, did I take the wrong key? Whose key is this? "
"Phew …"
Ling Mo reached out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, fortunately, the person was wearing a white coat …
"Once again, thank you Nirvana's system, without your support, I can't steal this set of keys."
After thanking them sincerely, Ling Mo closed his eyes again.
At this time, he can fully devote himself to controlling the zombie puppet.
With the jellyfish's cooperation, stealing the keys is not too difficult, and Ling Mo's tactic of creating a diversion has been tried and tested.
At this time, the key floated into a shadow, and then was caught by a pale hand.
Listening to the researcher's depressed voice, the expressionless face of the zombie puppet, suddenly hooked up a trace of a strange arc.
With the key in hand, he can also go into those laboratories that are closed …
Although it is more suitable to explore at night, many laboratories will be completely locked at this time. But because there are living creatures in many laboratories, there will always be keys left in the hands of the staff on duty. Ling Mo did not listen to the wall for nothing that afternoon, when he shuttled through many laboratories, he also knew some of the rules of the experimental group.
"The leader is usually not on duty in this building, but the deputy leader is always on the sixth floor … I'll start from the fifth floor first."
The zombie puppet's figure flashed, and turned into another corridor.
At this time, the member of the experimental group was still rummaging through his pockets in frustration. He didn't expect that just ten meters away, a zombie was holding the key he lost, aiming it at the keyhole of a door ….
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