"Pan Junhe is right?"

Pan Junhe was sitting in a special prison and heard footsteps coming from the door. He looked up at several white protective personnel holding paper and pens in their hands and looking at him.

"Yes." He nodded slightly, Pan Junhe looked up at them and didn't care what they were looking at them. He just showed his face obediently. In short, the record is just all his situation now.

But isn’t that eye-catching shirt that I haven’t grabbed for a few days and my body is almost ragged?

Thinking of his appearance, he couldn't help but chuckled softly, and then he grinned indifferently, and thin black and purple blood flowed out of his dry lips, proclaiming his identity.

An awakened zombie.

"I used to be a speed psychic, but later I became a zombie and followed other psychics to the Chang'an base, right?"

"yes."

"How long does it take to go from infection to becoming a zombie?"

"have no idea."

"Don't know?" The researcher frowned slightly, paused on the notebook, looked at the other party, and saw that the other party's eyes were clear and open, and it was really not like he was hiding anything.

"I discovered it when I was injured when I was fighting with them some time ago. If I had to say when I might get infected, it would probably be before I escaped from the base." Pan Junhe himself was also surprised to be infected as a zombie, and he felt glad.

Fortunately, I still have consciousness. If the attack turns into a zombie without consciousness, wouldn’t it harm your companions around me?

"That is to say, you don't know if there are zombies in your companion."

"This..." Pan Junhe was also stunned. Yes, he himself didn't know when he was infected. Then wouldn't it be possible for his companions?

"Then do you think your taste has changed?" Pan Junhe heard the researchers ask him this, he was a little confused.

"Is there any?" Pan Junhe lowered his head and thought for a long time, "It shouldn't be there?"

"There is nothing I like to eat before, and now I don't like to eat?"

"Where do I have any choices to eat or not? It's enough to fill my stomach and supplement nutrition. Where do I have any preferences?" Pan Junhe smiled self-deprecatingly. They are not an official base. Although the private base also has food, they can exchange some food with some official bases in private, but how can they have the opportunity to choose whether it's delicious or not?

Since you choose not to be there and not be restrained there, you should have the awareness of not being protected and eating vegetables.

After hearing this, the researchers also expressed their sympathy for the private base in central China. The Chang'an base is located in a special location, and there are no private bases around it and there are no comparisons.

However, he heard that there was a zombie tide, flood and other disasters that had previously impacted the previously unstable private base. Now most of them have returned to the No. 2 base. The No. 2 base has even begun to plan sub-bases, and life is quite prosperous.

On the contrary, when we arrived at Base No. 3, if we weren't impatient, the people from the bases around us would have to report Base No. 3?

"Let's have a hot mouthful first." After that, the person standing next to him handed a bowl of hot malatang through the small window of the cell. Pan Junhe was disbelief and his chin dropped all over the floor, and said, "You eat malatang first, and then talk about what happened next."

"This..." Pan Junhe looked at the bowl of steaming spicy hot pot, green vegetables, white rice cakes and other refreshing vegetables in the bowl. Pan Junhe couldn't help swallowing. He hadn't eaten for several days now only felt his throat itchy. He looked up at the group of people looking at him, and asked tentatively, "Is it really for me to eat?"

"Um."

Pan Junhe lowered his head and took the Malatang. Although he felt that there was no pie loss in the world, he was still guessing whether there was any poison in the Malatang, but he could not resist the taste of Malatang and directly ate the Malatang into his stomach. The whole process was not paused.

Seeing that he did not react to vomiting or disgust, the researchers whispered to each other, nodded in the middle, and lowered their heads to write Pan Junhe's final treatment results on paper-

[Blood draw and leave samples, regular observation, no danger yet.]

On the other hand, the companions who came with him were taken care of by Qi Zhan's subordinates and interrogated separately. After all, such matters as Base No. 3 are involved, so they don't want to be deceived.

But compared to Qi Zhan, Duan Yan and the others are more likely to believe these people. After all, the awakened zombies are still infected unknowingly. Isn’t this very similar to what happened before their No. 2 base?

Qi Zhan and Duan Yan and the others held a meeting and went back to rest in the middle of the night. In the morning, everyone gathered together for breakfast. They also sorted out the contents of the meeting last night and then saw if there were any other news during the interrogation in the middle of the night. However, after reading all the paper materials, everyone became more confident about what they had said before.

These people's words are full of dissatisfaction with the No. 3 base. Apart from personal emotional factors, it is not an exaggeration to say that Mo Wenshu's control in central China is high pressure.

"There are more than just these things here. It can be seen that they hate almost everything Mo Wenshu did." Duan Yan pointed to the top that blown up the C River Dam a year or more, and said, "They said that Mo Wenshu didn't care about their private bases at that time, they just ordered them to move out of their original place for half a month. At that time, the gates were opened to discharge the flood, and all the land of their large and small private bases was used as a flood discharge area. They were also angry later, but they joined forces with the people of several bases to blow up the dam."

"I heard about this. At that time, Mo Wenshu issued a national statement saying that because of the sneak attack by the psychics at the private base, many warriors and psychics died and disappeared in that battle, especially the disappearance of the top leader, which was later confirmed to be dead." Qi Zhan had an impression of this incident. After all, it was very amazing that the No. 3 base was almost blown up by the private base that time.

However, since the work done by the No. 3 base itself was not very authentic, there was no particularly harsh decision on the punishment of the private base. Besides, it is still a matter of whether the punishment can be implemented. It was just that the private base was required to hand over the personnel involved, and the punishment for exchange of materials with the official base for half a year was not allowed.

"But the confession above is different from what Mo Wenshu said. On the day they bombed the dam, only a few people were on duty. You said - where did the battle come from? Not to mention missing and died, they and Mo Wenshu provided the contents."

At the base No. 2 in the lower reaches of the C River, they still remember that the spring flood that did indeed crash into many zombies more than a year ago.

Duan Yan said as he dipped the steamed buns in his hand into the sauce in the bowl and plate, and was not afraid of dripping on the ingredients on the side to dirt the content. Instead, he loved steamed buns made of unmutated wheat noodles in Chang'an base.

"But what they really told you, and what they wanted to do with the base No. 3 they said this time to raise zombies privately?" Nian Teng, as a middle-aged man, felt that his thinking could no longer keep up with the young people, and even thought that his values ​​could not keep up with them. Why are these young bases in power always making trouble?

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Nian Teng: I'm old, I can't keep up with your rhythm_(:з」∠)_
Chapter completed!