Be a system in a survival game

Chapter 243 The Seventh Ward 35
There was the sound of the glass box opening, and the zombie inside rushed out drooling.

A gust of wind came with the zombies, and the horrible screams seemed extremely terrifying in the quiet midnight.

Dixiu bent his body alertly, subconsciously preparing to fight, but felt the weakness of this small body, and silently took two steps back.

Seeing his avoidance of fighting, the dean frowned and pressed the button on his palm.

The syringe on the zombie's neck was slowly pushed in. After the unknown liquid was injected, the monster became irritable at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The little black pupil that was left in the eyeball became even smaller, and it was still walking like a human being. After the needle was inserted, it crawled on all fours like a wild beast, and then fiercely pounced on the little boy not far away. figure.

The special physiotherapy room is such a big place, no matter how much Dixiu can hide, he can't hide there.

Half an hour later, the monster was lying on the ground covered in blood, motionless.

Carrion and blood remained on the sharp instrument in No. 1's hand, and he was also lying on the ground gasping for breath.

The dean took a closer look, confirmed that the zombie was completely dead due to the penetration of the brain, and applauded appreciatively.

"Not bad," the middle-aged man looked at No. 1 with satisfaction: "You performed well tonight."

As the night was getting dark, two stern-faced men came in from the door, dragged the dead zombie down, dragged it to the ground by the way, and the glass box slowly lowered.

Except that No. 1 looked distressed, no one would have thought about what happened in the past half hour.

In fact, the little boy on the ground is not in a good state now.

A large part of his back was dripping with blood from the zombie's bite, but within a few minutes, the wound had turned black, showing a tendency to rot.

Dixiu was sweating coldly from the pain, his fingers gripped the ground tightly, and he gritted his teeth without saying a word.

The dean saw through him at a glance: "Does it hurt?"

He took a syringe out of his pocket, the gray liquid bobbing up and down as he moved.

No. 1 was so weak that the headmaster picked him up and tied him to the restraint chair, and then...

The needle that shone with silver light stabbed down hard.

The child let out a muffled grunt, trembling in pain, and the gray area on his body became larger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The rotting flesh on the back fell off, and a new piece of flesh grew.

Unbelievably, his body and limbs also began to twitch. From a five or six-year-old child, he grew into the body of an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

Good guy, turn into a zombie hormone injection!

The effect of this needle is really scary. I don't know how the dean got it.

After giving No. 1 an injection, the dean watched him for a while with interest until he stopped shaking, saw him lying on the chair like a dead dog, and went out without any response.

The next day, the dean came again.

The special physical therapy room is located in a remote place, and without the permission of the director, usually no one comes.

In broad daylight, the middle-aged bald old man brought three zombies with him.

Inherited a little memory of this body, one of the zombies is very familiar, if nothing else, it should be one of his former patients.

A middle-aged man with mania and deep persecution paranoia, very aggressive.

Standing there, the nose is not the nose and the face is not the face, grinning and drooling.

Number 1 wanted to sit up, but the restraint chair was tied too tightly, and his body was terribly numb.

(End of this chapter)