In the face of Lu Chuan's bitter plea, the zombie middle-aged uncle was unmoved, Lu Chuan stops when it stops, Lu Chuan leaves when it leaves.
"Alright, you win."
Lu Chuan didn't even have the strength to move a finger, exhaustion overcame terror.
Letting go of the terror in his heart, Lu Chuan went limp and sat his butt down on the grass at the edge of the country lane.
"If I want to die, I'll die."
Very dry, Lu Chuan tripped in the grass, gasping for breath, even if he was going to die, he still had to take a break. If he ran on, he would die of exhaustion.
The zombie uncle approached Lu Chuan, stood in front of Lu Chuan in a very archaic manner, motionless, like a statue.
Compared to the sound of Lu Chuan's broken drum box, the zombie uncle did not even gasp for breath, even the lack of breathing.
Gasping for breath, Lu Chuan is taking the opportunity to rationalize everything that happened.
Apparently he was too allergic to terror before. Lu Chuan looked up again at the description on top of the zombie uncle's head, and only under calmness did he understand the interior of this description well.
Follower, was the positioning of the zombie uncle.
Since it was a follower, a subordinate, half bodyguard that the zombie factory assigned to itself, it would not attack itself, it would only mechanically follow it.
Besides, there was no longer a virus on the zombie uncle, it had been isolated long ago.
Another note, the literal meaning is easy to understand, the automatic addition of the camouflage appearance, it should be this one so-called camouflage appearance that makes the hideous and horrifying zombie, into the middle-aged uncle that you see nowadays.
Otherwise, a zombie had appeared in the modern world, what kind of terrible news? The entire world would cause a sensation, and with the government's powerful ability, they would dig themselves out in minutes.
Lu Chuan spat out a breath, so what if he knew it was his entourage?
Thinking about the fact that it was actually a zombie, Lu Chuan had a feeling that was hard to accept, internally, he hadn't accepted this one reality yet.
............
"Sit down."
On the countryside path, Lu Chuan issued an order.
The zombie uncle who had been standing indifferently and expressionlessly in front of Lu Chuan, after receiving Lu Chuan's instruction, sat down on his butt without hesitation, completely ignoring the mud and dust on the path.
"Get up!"
Lu Chuan stared at the zombie uncle without blinking his eyes and issued the command once again.
Again without hesitation, the zombie uncle stood up, standing straight in front of Lu Chuan.
Gradually, Lu Chuan's eyes lit up.
A follower who could follow instructions without hesitation, this was more loyal and executable than a bodyguard. If it was a human bodyguard, Lu Chuan's command to sit down just now, the other party would definitely not sit his butt down in the mud and dust, and would even hesitate to follow Lu Chuan's command.
This kind of execution is indeed as archaic as the instructions.
One hundred percent loyalty?
From what he could see so far, Lu Chuan could only try to believe it.
When the fear disappeared, what was possessed, would be curiosity.
Facing the standing zombie uncle, Lu Chuan circled around a few times, observing with curiosity. In terms of appearance, there was no difference between a zombie uncle and a middle-aged human uncle, in terms of appearance, you couldn't see the slightest break.
A zombie was an emotionless kind of monster, and after using the Pretender System, you could only disguise its appearance, but not its expression.
Continuing the hollowness of the zombie, it made the zombie uncle more like a walking corpse without a soul.
After studying it for a while, Lu Chuan realized that this zombie uncle also continued the zombie's brainlessness.
Simple commands it can execute, but a little more complex, but let it a piece of confusion, it is simply a chicken with a duck.
Put into the crowd, the zombie uncle's appearance will not be a problem, but still a glance let people see the difference, as a retarded child in the crowd, absolutely conspicuous.
"IQ is a hard injury!"
Lu Chuan sighed, but had to accept the fact that he had a zombie attendant.
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Knowing that the zombie uncle was no longer a threat to him allowed Lu Chuan to finally stop running wildly out of fear.
Slowly walking on the countryside path, not time will have some local villagers pass by, for this backpack lad, the villagers just look at a glance, then not in attention.
The zombie uncle walks, the same cold face, but will not attract attention.
After walking for a while in fear, Lu Chuan completely put down his heart, the role of the camouflage system, if there is no order from himself to disarm, no matter what the situation is, it will not be invalidated.
In the eyes of outsiders, all that was always seen was just a middle-aged uncle with some problems in his head.
Lu Chuan shook his head, expecting a zombie to be as flexible as a normal person, the survivors in the end of the world would not have had to mix long ago, and the extinction of the human race would be the earliest possible thing.
Almost no IQ, living is a moppet.
Lu Chuan graduated from university, studied civil engineering, the results of graduation out, looking for a job is a decoration company supervisor, monthly salary of three thousand, this salary, put into the coastal cities, can only be regarded as a general labor level of seniority salary. Because of the family conditions are not good, and is the first to the community, low salary Lu Chuan can only first endure.
A dry, is almost a year's time.
See a college classmates, all are entrusted with the relationship into a certain department, or a certain company, Lu Chuan became irritable, so to the company asked for a week's leave, back to the old home, want to keep themselves away from the city of agitation, let yourself calm down.
Who would have thought that when he returned to the provincial city again from his old home, this kind of secretive thing happened?
"I also don't know if this one wants to eat or not."
Here was where Lu Chuan got tangled up. With his limited salary, he had to send 2,000 dollars to his parents every month, and the remaining 1,000 or so, after food, drink and rent, was barely enough.
Now there is one more ...... zombie, for Lu Chuan s poor salary, it is a disaster.
As far as Lu Chuan's little nest is concerned, it is still appropriate to live by yourself, but to live with a second person, it is definitely very crowded.
Squeezed together with a zombie, although its current appearance is human, Lu Chuan still can not accept. Such a small single room, if squeezed together, Lu Chuan guaranteed that he would not be able to sleep.
"Take one step at a time."
Lu Chuan smiled bitterly, he couldn't just throw it on the street, in case the Pretender System failed, the consequences that would be triggered out would be really hard to estimate.
From the country lane to the national highway at the entrance of the village, this place belongs to the outskirts of the provincial city, with buses leading to the inner city.
............
On the bus leading to the suburbs, Lu Chuan sat against the window.
Although he accepted the existence of this zombie uncle, but it sits next to his seat, Lu Chuan still has a creepy feeling, next to the heart scared.
Renovation companies will rarely be in the city, the city's outreach to where, this type of company will move to where.
Lu Chuan inaugurated this small decoration company, the same is not an exception. The small renovation company is not like a large-scale, randomly can set up a branch or branch, this kind of small company, directly will be the headquarters to move over....
There are a lot of people on the bus, quickly filled.
There was no way around it, the places this bus passed through were all, for example, popular areas, and there would be more people riding it.
"It's really messy."
Lu Chuan's gaze, however, was placed on a young man next to him.
This young man was ordinary, nothing unusual. However, Lu Chuan still saw him with a blade in one hand and tongs in the other, and in just three or five seconds, he cut open a girl's satchel and removed the wallet inside.
The bus was already crowded, and the occasional shaking from the brakes brought convenience to the other side.
Pickpockets, already hard to see in the city, are still active on these buses outside the suburbs. The weak police force in the suburbs is more conducive to their actions.
Watching the other party take advantage of the brakes of the bus, as well as the crowd, in just a few minutes, got three single. His technique was sophisticated, and he could still manage to keep his face intact after getting his hands on them.
The zombie uncle sat straight in his chair, out of place with the others.
Standing like a pine, sitting like a bell, is probably the best portrayal of the zombie uncle.
Steeply ......
The zombie uncle stood up, walked to this one young pickpocket, hand lightning grabbed out, the young pickpocket is trying to use the tongs to take out a compact wallet hand to catch.
The zombie's thinking is completely linear.
Just like in the movie, when they sensed food, they would jump on it without hesitation, even though there was a mountain of fire in between.
Under this kind of straight line thinking, the zombie uncle's action has no hint of subtlety, the action is as big as iron tongs to grab the other person's hand. The difference between zombies and humans lies in the use of power, which can be 100%.
Ordinary people can only use 60% of their strength, trained people, like weightlifters and boxers, can reach 80%, which is already the limit.
"Ouch!"
One hundred percent strength, fracture-like pain, made this pickpocket scream in pain.
The people on the bus, under this kind of commotion, and witnessing the tools in the hands of this pickpocket, where would there be a possibility of not understanding?
"Pickpocket?"
In everyone's head, this one word popped up.
Some of those who reacted quickly were busy rummaging through their pockets and backpacks.
In the Celestial Kingdom, things were not a matter of concern. But now it was different, in the case of someone stepping forward, this kind of attitude could be instantly transformed into hitting the smooth cane again.
Several young college students with some hot blood stared straight at this pickpocket.
"My wallet."
"My cell phone."
A few of the owners were invariably screaming out.
In just an instant, the entire crowd on the bus was all filled with righteous indignation.
"Let go."
This pickpocket was young, but very experienced, his other hand directly pulled out a dagger from his waist, with a fierce light in his eyes. If it was out of control, the people in this car could possibly beat him half to death and then send him to the public security bureau. Want to get rid of this one consequence, we have to make them afraid.
The pickpocket with a ferocious light in his eyes did scare quite a few people, causing them to subconsciously shrink a bit.
Only, the zombie uncle was not moved at all, his face was expressionless, and his two eyes looked at the pickpocket vacantly.
Let a person chills the breath, let this one pickpocket heart panic.
"Cursing that next door, I'll let you mind your own business."
Seeing that he did not think of the deterrent effect, and under this creepy aura of the zombie uncle, the pickpocket suddenly lost control of his emotions, and the dagger in his hand stabbed out fiercely.
This stab was more of a test, a normal person would definitely dodge, or back away, thus allowing him to get away.
"Pfft!"
The tentative dagger, however, was stabbing in viciously from the zombie uncle's heart, straight to the hilt.
The pickpocket is estimated to be an ordinary person, but the zombie uncle is not a person at all, the zombie's thinking dictionary, there is no word dodge, not to mention know what is called fear.