Love your pet egg

Han Zheng didn't talk nonsense, he pulled up a chair opposite Gu Wei'an, and said straight to the point:

"Professor Gu, you said earlier that the original virus-infected person came back from the polar expedition, because of his parallel transmission, the hospital that received him was completely lost, but at that time kept a few samples of the original zombie, you know Where are those samples now?"

Gu Wei'an lowered his head and fiddled with a pile of bottles and cans on the test bench, without raising his head when he heard the words:

"What's the use of you asking this? Could it be that Captain Han is so knowledgeable that he can even extract the gene sequence from the initial sample? It's a pity for you, no one has awarded the Nobel Prize now..."

"Professor Gu, I'm here to ask for advice sincerely, I hope you can cooperate..."

Gu Weian snorted unceremoniously:

"Professor Gu if you have something to do, Ba Gao if you have nothing to do, Captain Han, you and I are not of the same kind. I will do my research, and you will also do your task. Let's keep each other clean!"

"Oh." Han Zheng didn't force it, he shrugged and stood up, "Since Professor Gu is unwilling to cooperate, I won't bother."

As he spoke, he leisurely walked towards the door.

Gu Wei'an snorted coldly, and continued to look down at the microscope. Just when Han Zheng's hand was placed on the doorknob of the laboratory, a "meow" suddenly sounded in the closed space!

Gu Wei'an was startled, he stared at a cabinet not far away in disbelief, and saw a snow-white cat the size of a palm squatting on the top of the cabinet, staring at him with amber eyes. !

Han Zheng pretended to be surprised and turned around: "Yo? Professor Gu likes kittens, but it's not suitable to keep a cat in this kind of place, right? Are you afraid that it will knock things over?"

"No, no, no, no..." Gu Wei'an's teeth trembled, and his whole body trembled, "I didn't raise her..."

"Where did that kitten come from? It's pretty!" Han Zheng leaned against the door and looked at the kitten with interest.

"I, I, I, I... I don't know..."

Gu Wei'an trembled, "Hurry up... quickly take it away..."

At this moment, the kitten "meowed" again, jumped down from the top of the high cabinet, and walked towards Gu Wei'an step by step with noble steps.

Gu Wei'an jumped up from his chair like an electric shock, every time the kitten took a step forward, Gu Wei'an took a step back.

One person and one cat walked around the test bench, and Han Zheng watched with great enjoyment.

"You, you, you...don't come here...Han, Captain Han..."

Han Zheng seemed to have seen enough excitement, and was turning around and twisting the doorknob:

"Professor Gu, you are busy first, I won't bother you anymore!"

"Wait, wait, wait... ahhhh!"

Gu Wei'an suddenly let out a scream, and saw the kitten's body bowed backwards, and it flicked forward, like a small cannon/bullet that had just been fired, and rushed straight into Gu Wei'an's arms!

Gu Wei'an reflexively hugged his head and squatted on the ground, while the little cat stood firmly on his right shoulder, as if he felt that this place was quite comfortable, he squatted down and licked his paw leisurely.

The sound of opening the door sounded, and Gu Wei'an hurriedly shouted: "Captain Han! Help!"

Han Zheng turned around strangely, with a puzzled look on his face:

"Professor Gu, what's wrong with you? There are no zombies in this lab. What are you calling for help...Huh? Why did you squat down? This posture...cough cough!"

Han Zheng clenched his fist to his lips, and couldn't help laughing, "Who is this surrender to?"

"You... you take it... away..."

"it?"

"The cat... the cat took away..."

"Ah," Han Zheng suddenly realized, and took two steps back, "So Professor Gu is afraid of cats?"

"Yes... yes, I'm afraid of cats." Gu Wei'an admitted with a pale face.

"Hey, you should have said it earlier!" Han Zheng squatted on the ground and clapped his hands, "Come on, Mi~ Mi, come here!"

The little cat ignored Han Zheng, instead raised its paw, and scratched the back of Gu Wei'an's head hard.

The hairs on Gu Wei'an's body exploded, and there was a cry in his voice:

"You you you you catch it—"

Han Zheng was kind, walked over and stretched out his hand to grab the back of the kitten's neck, but the little guy's movements were extremely fast, it avoided Han Zheng's hand, stepped on Gu Wei'an's head and jumped from the right shoulder to the left shoulder, and again Give Gu Wei'an a paw on the back of the head!

Gu Weian rolled his eyes and almost pouted!

Han Zheng wondered: "Professor Gu, you also saw that it doesn't recognize me and won't go with me!"

"Then what should I do!" Gu Wei'an shouted in despair, this time he was really about to cry.

"Brother, brother?"

At this moment, Eleven's clear voice sounded at the door, and then, a small head poked through the crack of the opened door, "Brother, did you see a cat?"

Han Zheng almost laughed out loud. This little stupid boy wanted to punish him, and he didn't know how to write a high-level script, so he flipped his cards when he opened his mouth. The fool also knew that the two of them got the cat.

Of course Gu Wei'an also understood, but at the moment his weakness is pinched by someone, so he has to bow his head:

"Captain Han, Feng Shishi, get your cat... away, please!"

Eleven strolled in with his hands behind his back, extremely surprised and puzzled:

"Oh! So you are afraid of cats! How can you be afraid of cats? I can catch it with one hand!"

"Meow-"

The little cat made a weak protest, raised its paw, and scratched Gu Wei'an.

Gu Wei'an was shaking like a sieve: "I'll tell you what you want to know, get the cat away quickly!"

Stupid human beings, shaking so much that Grandpa Ben squats uncomfortably, and the kitten scratches again.

"Brother," Eleven raised his face and asked Han Zheng, "Is there anything we need to know?"

Han Zheng pondered for a while: "I forgot, why did I come to see Professor Gu?"

"Don't you want to ask where the first batch of zombie-infected mothers are? I'll tell you!!!"

The last sentence Gu Wei'an almost roared, even the end sound was torn apart, Mr. Cat was very upset by the decibel, so of course he gave him another paw!

Eleven and Han Zheng exchanged glances, gestured together, and matched their mouths: Yay!

"Hahahahahaha!"

Eleven couldn't stop laughing when he walked out of the lab with the cat in his arms, "Brother, did you see that? That bad guy made me cry in fright, hahahaha! It's so funny, next time he makes me angry again, I'll kill the cat." Stuff him under the quilt!"

Han Zheng also laughed. He took the cat over, ran along the child's trembling back, and then asked the previous doubts:

"How do you know he's afraid of cats?"

"Because Gu Wei'an is very likely to be the reincarnation of Star Commander!"

"The Star Commander?"

"My brother is going to go through a divine catastrophe, and the only one who can create a catastrophe for you is the Antarctic Immortal, and the one who writes the pen is his disciple Si Ming Xingguan, who is originally a dragonfly, and the one who fears the most is a cat." La! Hahaha!"

Eleven was just a guess at first, but now it is confirmed, so the existence of Mo Hansheng and Gu Wei'an are here to add obstacles to the Kunlun Mirror, but Si Ming was reincarnated, and he will not remember his identity in every life, but he is afraid of cats His nature cannot be changed.

Heavenly Tribulation is like this, even if you go back to Qinglong Temple after eleventh, you can't seek revenge from Si Ming, so you have to avenge your revenge here, hum!

"Then where did this cat come from?" Han Zheng stroked the cat's head, which was very similar to Eleven's small head.

"This, haha!" Eleven took the cat and squatted on his forehead, and the hair disappeared instantly, "This is my hair!"

Han Zheng: "..."

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Knowing from Gu Wei'an that there is a zombie mother zombie in the underground base in Kyoto, Han Zheng decided to leave for Kyoto immediately.

"This plane can't fly," Han Zheng announced regretfully after spending a long time in the plane he took out on November [-]. "The radar navigation doesn't match my country's existing satellite system. We have to find other ways to get to Kyoto."

Han Zheng sighed. It's not just a mismatch, it's because the main ground satellite station has stopped operating.

"Why?" Eleven pouted in confusion, "I caught them from the sky!"

"It's not the same as a bird. It can fly with wings. To fly to a predetermined destination, a plane must have radar guidance and satellite monitoring..."

With a dazed expression on Eleven's face, Han Zheng shaved his face with a smile, and said simply in a voice that only Eleven could hear, "This plane of yours is not ours, it doesn't know the way."

Eleven nodded half-understanding: "Then what should I do?"

"Then let's drive back, and we can upgrade Little Eleven's "Resident Evil" game copy, right Little Eleven?"

Song Yang raised his chin at Eleven, Eleven nodded with a giggle, and took out his machine gun again, pointing the gun at Song Yang, imitating the firing sound of "da da da da" in his small mouth.

Song Yang raised his hands and rolled his eyes, his whole body trembling as if he had epilepsy, which made Eleven almost go crazy laughing.

Han Zheng arranged for AK to stay and help Chen Fang settle down and protect the survivors, and took Eleven Song Yang and Shuyan to Kyoto.

The navigation system was completely shut down. Luckily, Han Zheng was a live map. He followed the rescue road and went north all the way. Because it was cleaned up when he came, the survivors were all sent to the capital, and they rarely encountered living people.

The armored vehicle galloped on the high-speed road, the road was empty, and occasionally there were a few stumbling zombies, who were also shot by Eleven.

When the child was addicted to playing with guns, he found that there were not many zombies, and he sighed resentfully.

"Stop beating, sit down and eat something."

Han Zheng took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to Eleven. Eleven happily unwrapped the package, broke a piece of chocolate and bit it into his mouth. The next moment, he frowned and spat it out again:

"so bitter!"

"It's dark chocolate, maybe a bit bitter."

"Godiva also has black ones!"

"It's chocolate truffles, but the color is dark... Well, I don't know much about chocolate, but dark chocolate should be quite sweet."

Isn't it all made of cocoa butter!

Eleven's eyelids drooped, he continued to break the chocolate, and then kept stuffing it into Han Zheng's mouth.

Han Zheng's mouth swelled like a goldfish, he swallowed hurriedly, and muttered:

"Enough is enough...you eat..."

Eleven continued to stuff, with a small face, like a creditor who was owed many billions.

Han Zheng pinched his face:

"When we get to Kyoto, I'll see if I can find Godiva for you."

The child smiled brightly in an instant, rubbed his head against Han Zheng's shoulder, and coquettishly sweetened his small mouth, "Brother treats me the best!"

Han Zheng's heart felt weak, but he deliberately sighed:

"I'm so picky about food, what can I do if I can't afford to support you in the future?"

"I have money!" Eleven took out a bank card with gold on a black background, holding the card between two fingers and shaking it triumphantly, "I have a lot!"

"Hey! Black card!" Song Yang, who was sitting in the back row, poked his head over, his eyes gleaming green, "Unexpectedly, Xiao Shiyi is a local tyrant! How much money is there here?"

Eleven remembered the number Chu Huaize said, and gestured: "[-] million!"

"Hey! This betrothal gift!" Now even He Shuyan, who had been resting against the wall of the car with her eyes closed, sat up straight, "The world will be peaceful, and the boss will marry a wealthy family, and our natal family will also be honored!"

Han Zheng hummed softly in his heart, ignorant mortal, brother's little daughter-in-law's family is not only wealthy, even the palace has to kneel down!

Eleven happily shook his head and tail on his seat, pointing from Han Zheng to Song Yang and then to He Shuyan with his white fingertips, announcing very boldly: "Manman will support you from now on!"

Song Yang took the eleven card with both hands in the most respectful gesture and worshiped:

"This is the first time I've seen Hei... this Dongzhou International Development Bank... what kind of bank is this?"

Song Yang turned around and asked Shuyan, "Have you heard of this bank?"

"No," Shuyan also looked strangely, "Where is Dongzhou?"

The two of them looked at each other for a while, and Song Yang looked at Eleven seriously:

"Who gave you this bank card? Do you know that you were cheated, Little Eleven? This is an invalid card at all. Which bastard dares to lie to you?"

Eleven's eyes widened:

"My brother is not a bastard! He won't lie to me!"

"You are being cheated, there is no such bank—"

"You, you are uneducated!"

"I'm uneducated? You're the little fool, you've been fooled!"

Eleven was so anxious that he knelt down on the co-pilot, puffing out his cheeks. This was already the prelude to wanting to breathe fire. Han Zheng quickly pinched his chin and turned his little head around:

"Don't pay attention to Song Yang, he is just an ignorant idiot, don't be angry."

Now it was Song Yang's turn to turn pale: "Why am I such an idiot? This card is obviously a fake!"

Han Zheng pulled the card back, and winked at Song Yang again and again, but Song Yang didn't have the slightest sense of sight, and kept nagging, "This is just being cheated, boss, you don't have such a spoiled child... ouch! ouch! "

Song Yang jumped up suddenly, his forehead hit the roof of the car hard, and even the car body shook. He covered his buttocks with one hand and his head with the other, and howled with tears in his eyes:

"It's a big trough! What thing stabbed my ass?!"

Eleven grimaced at him, and the newly learned words came in handy immediately: "Stupid!"

The child turned his head and groaned angrily, saying that my brother is a liar and it would be easy to burn your ass!

Song Yang soon discovered that the end of offending Eleven was not just as simple as burning his butt. In the evening, he stopped at a gas station to replenish and rest. The gas station was pitch black, and several people squatted on the side of the road. One person held a bowl of hot instant noodles and ate without raising his head.

Song Yang laughed along, squatting beside Eleven and coaxing in a friendly voice: "Eleven, little Eleven, good Eleven, Brother Eleven, can you borrow a light for Brother Song?"

Instant noodles are not a good thing, and it's okay to eat them when you're hungry, but when someone next to you boiled them and ate them, the aroma was particularly overwhelming. Song Yang drool, begging for nothing.

Eleven turned around, hugged his bowl of instant noodles and drank the noodle soup. Seeing that he had finished eating his noodles, Han Zheng dug out the stewed egg he had hidden from the bottom of the bowl, put it on a fork and put it in his mouth. Hey, Eleven, ahhh, bit the whole egg in one bite, Shuyan happened to raise her head, spewed out a mouthful of noodle soup, and coughed repeatedly from the spicy sauerkraut seasoning.

"Team...Captain," Shuyan covered her mouth in protest, "Can you stop being so showy?"

She is a senior rotten girl, the kind whose little movie in her head will automatically upgrade, okay?

Han Zheng glanced at her inexplicably:

"The official gave you candy for free and you're still sloppy? Your CP fan is unqualified!"

He Shuyan rolled her eyes, Boss, I really misjudged you, I thought you were a flirt, but I didn't expect you to be so innocent.

The innocent Han Zheng didn't know that he was ruthlessly despised by his teammate and "Steamed Egg" fan. He wiped the child's mouth and patted his head:

"Walk for a walk when you're full, so you can get rid of the food!"

On Shishi, he walked up and down in front of several people with his hands behind his back. He stayed in front of Song Yang for a very long time. "Your noodles don't taste good, do you?"

Hey, little brat!

Song Yang was finally forced to take out his trump card. He put the dry noodle bowl on the ground, and took out an ultra-thin PDA from his field uniform trouser pocket. Eleven's eyes sparkled and chased after him.

"Hey, now the base station is destroyed, the Internet can't be accessed, and the drama can't be uploaded. Fortunately, I still have many childhood memories here."

Song Yang sat cross-legged on the ground, tapping on the pda, and after a while, a clear and loud singing sounded on the empty avenue——

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, la la la la..."

Eleven's footsteps stopped, and then he squatted down slowly, moving towards Song Yang bit by bit.

Song Yang hummed while watching, pretending not to see Eleven's small figure quietly moving towards him, and moved his butt a few steps to the side.

Eleven pursed his lips, blinked his big eyes twice, and then moved. As soon as his little head hooked over, Song Yang turned around.

Han Zheng and Shuyan were still chatting together, but they saw Eleven picked up the kettle and poured water into Song Yang's noodle bowl, and then held the bowl in his palm. After a while, misty white steam rose up. , holding the fragrant instant noodles to Song Yang, and asked flatteringly:

"Do you eat?"

Song Yang was killed by Meng, and he almost went crazy laughing in his heart, but he shook his head with an unflattering look on his face:

"I have spiritual food now, and I am no longer hungry."

Eleven drooped his eyelids, pursed his mouth, and took two steps closer to Song Yang, "You eat!"

Song Yang frowned, with a look of reluctance: "Since Little Eleven wants me so much—oh!"

Han Zheng thumped the back of Song Yang's head with a thud, and took away the pda:

"If you have this thing, don't you take it out sooner!"

You also bullied my children, you are against the sky!

He picked up Eleven: "Baby, go to the car, brother will watch with you."

"yeah!"

Song Yang grinned and grimaced at Eleven Chong, who was wailing endlessly, and followed Han Zheng into the car bouncingly.

"The eldest child is a strong man, the second child is clairvoyant, the third child is King Kong, and the fourth child is me..."

Song Yang laughed out loud, Han Zheng raised his foot and kicked the back of the driver's seat, and continued to look down at Eleven counting the gourd brothers with his fingers: "Where is Wuba?"

"The fifth baby is a water baby, the sixth baby can be invisible, and the seventh baby has a purple gold gourd..."

"Manman is really smart!" Han Zheng didn't hesitate to praise him, he put a pillow on the back seat and patted it lightly, "Okay, I've been watching it for more than two hours, lie down and sleep for a while."

"Does brother sleep together?" Eleven lay down.

"Brother watched you sleep."

Song Yang begged again: "Did you know on Eleventh? You shouldn't call the boss brother!"

Shuyan turned her face to look out of the window, and also giggled.

"Then what's my name?"

Han Zheng intuitively felt that Song Yanggou couldn't spit out ivory. Sure enough, this kid said meanly:

"You should call him 'Daddy'! Hahahaha...Ahhhh!"