The Researcherâs expression finally turned tense. He stared at Ling Mo in disbelief while reaching out and slapping the faucet twice more.
The grey gas in the room was increasing, but Ling Mo remained standing at the door, blankly watching him.
Although it was impossible to see any expression on the Zombieâs face, the Researcher felt enormous pressure from Ling Moâs gaze.
Cold sweat had started to break out on his forehead, and his originally pale face had turned bright red.
âWhat on earth is going on?!â the Researcher panicked, while Lan Lan was completely frozen.
The reason she dared to bring Ling Mo here was because of this last line of defense.
But now, this final measure was completely ineffective!
Lan Lanâs heart sank instantly, thinking, âIâm done forâ¦â
She couldnât help but feel her eyes well up at the thought of being torn apart soon.
Unable to fathom her bad luck, Lan Lan despaired over her consecutive failures⦠It was like she was courting death herselfâ¦
âImpossible! This is impossible! Just inhaling a little bit should knock anyone out. Iâve used it many times before!â The Researcher was about to break the faucet from hitting it so much.
Ling Mo, who had been completely puzzled, suddenly understood after hearing this.
The problem wasnât the gas, but himselfâ¦
The Researcherâs earlier confidence was apparent; he clearly had great faith in this gas.
The fact that he used it in such a situation indicated at least two things: one, the gas was harmless to humans, and two, it was supposed to be highly effectiveâ¦
Perhaps the moment he released the gas, the Researcher was inwardly gloating and thinking, âFall!â
Unfortunately for him, Ling Mo didnât so much as flinch! Curious, Ling Mo quickly checked his body for any abnormalities. After a thorough search, an odd expression crept onto his face.
The grey gas did indeed have an effect; in fact, its impact was quite astonishing! The exact composition of the gas was unknown, but once inhaled by Zombies, it induced a hallucination-like state in them. Upon inhalation, the Zombiesâ psychic activity immediately encountered issues, rendering them temporarily incapable of resistance.
This method worked wonders on Low-Level Zombies, but for Ling Mo, it wasnât a problem at all. In fact, it inadvertently helped him!
Initially, due to increased interference, Ling Mo found controlling his Zombie Puppets more difficult. However, with the Zombies themselves being hypnotized, Ling Moâs psychic tentacles-being an external source of mental energy-found it much easier!
Ling Moâs control became more efficient, which meant these two people were in even deeper troubleâ¦
âAlthough this guyâs ability is quite powerful, this gas isnât very effective on Senior Zombies. But since the main group of Zombies consists of Low-Level ones, this gas is incredibly useful for Survivorsâ¦â
Meanwhile, the Researcher was drenched in sweat, his legs even trembling slightly. He glanced at Ling Mo again, then turned his gaze towards a red Alarm nearby.
âDonât move,â Ling Mo said sharply, having keenly noticed his movement.
As he spoke, he pulled Lan Lan closer to him. âOr Iâll eat her.â
âNo!â The Researcherâs body tensed up instantly. Panicking, he quickly emptied his pockets.
Ling Mo didnât stop him, and the man didnât rashly reach into his pockets either, clearly trying to avoid any misunderstanding with Ling Mo.
A bunch of random items fell to the ground. The Researcher carefully squatted down, grabbed a small bag, and shook it in front of Ling Mo.
âHere⦠take this, just donât eat my daughter.â The Researcherâs voice was raspy, clearly the result of too much smoking.
Ling Mo glanced at the contents of the bag and was at a loss for words.
A piece of gel⦠This Researcher actually offered gel in exchange⦠Did he think Zombies were foodies?
But on second thought, his own group at home did seem to be foodiesâ¦
Wait⦠Daughter?!
These two bore no resemblance to each other!
However, on closer inspection, their personalities were quite similar!
Only a father like this would let his daughter play with Zombies outsideâ¦
âCome to think of it, those Zombies outside⦠were they his special amusement park for his daughter?â
Ling Mo shuddered at the thought, finding the Researcherâs expression even more perplexing. âI donât eat this.â
The gel didnât even tempt him, an unusual behavior for a Zombie.
Given the excuse of being a Brain Mutant, Ling Mo didnât bother maintaining his Zombie facade.
The Researcher looked at Lan Lan nervously, then said, âThenâ¦eat me!â
âWho wants to eat you?! If I were to liken it to cooking, your daughter would be undercooked, but you are the epitome of dark cuisine!â
Especially since the Researcher had dramatically torn his collar open, exposing his scrawny skin and some mysterious stainsâ¦
Ling Mo felt uncomfortable and averted his gaze. âJust come out here.â
Both the Researcher and Lan Lan were momentarily stunned, surprised at this Zombieâs unexpectedly reasonable behavior.
Also, why had his demeanor become somewhat⦠gentler?
âSit here,â Ling Mo said, pulling a chair to the center of the room.
This was to ensure the Researcherâs every move was under Ling Moâs watchful eye, preventing access to any other items.
Though he seemed compliant, Ling Mo hadnât forgotten the strong performance he had given earlier.
The Researcher obediently sat down, while Ling Mo held Lan Lan in front of him.
Seeing his daughter being held like a kitten, the Researcherâs expression was complex.
On the bright side, the Zombie hadnât eaten her yet. But on the downside⦠it was still a Zombie!
Still, since this Zombie hadnât acted immediately, there seemed to be room for negotiation.
âSo⦠what do you want?â the Researcher asked.
âI have a few questions,â Ling Mo said after a moment of thought. âI want to know everything about myself.â
The Researcher paused for a moment, then a look of realization crossed his face. âOh, I get itâ¦â
âHeâs a Brain Mutant,â Lan Lan interjected.
âNoticed thatâ¦â the Researcher nodded.
He stared at Ling Mo for a couple of seconds, and then his eyes involuntarily began to light up. âTo mutate to this extent while still being so Low-Level, itâs truly remarkable. Itâs a pity I didnât discover you sooner⦠Do you know? Actually, Iâm the one who created you! Although I donât really know how it happened, I am indeed a genius! And you, did you sense a special connection with me, which is why youâ¦â
âWhoâs asking who here?â Ling Mo retorted irritably.
This father and daughter duo truly had unconventional minds. Unless their lives were at stake, they couldnât seem to stop their brains from spinning!
Especially this Researcher, is this really the time to be excited and proud?! Special connection my footâ¦
Ling Mo decided to cut to the chase. âTell me about the virus and your research.â
âIf I tell you, will you promise not to eat us?â the Researcher inquired.
âYes.â Ling Mo nodded.
The Researcher eagerly rubbed his hands together and nodded. âGood, as long as you promise!â
Even Lan Lan let out a sigh of relief. Not eating them was a start!
As for the details⦠If it were any typical Survivor asking, those details would be top secret. But since it was a Zombie asking, things were different.
Even if he disclosed the information, could the Zombie really run around leaking secrets?
âStart with the virus,â Ling Mo said.
âAh, the virus⦠To talk about this virus, we must first discuss its origins. But itâs quite odd; this virus seems to have appeared out of nowhere. I initially speculated that it might be a mutation of some pre-existing virus, but after various experiments, I found that it truly is a novel virus.â
When talking about the virus, the Researcher became very animated, especially when his audience was a Zombie.
âFrankly, Iâve been in this field for nearly thirty years, both domestically and abroad, and Iâve never seen a virus like this!â
âUh⦠who exactly are you?â Ling Mo suddenly asked.
âMe? Oh, itâs not worth mentioning. Iâm just the deputy director of a branch of the Academy of Sciences here. I oversee a national key laboratory, have published a few papers abroad, served as a guest professor at XX University, and Iâm also a committee member of the XX International Committeeâ¦â The Researcher spoke nonchalantly.
However, Ling Mo tuned out after hearing âdeputy director.â
Even with the âdeputyâ prefix, it sounded impressive!
No wonder Niepan could develop to this extent; they found an actual living deputy director!
But it was only Ling Moâs main body that was surprised; his Zombie Puppet remained expressionless.
âOh, go on,â Ling Mo said.
The Researcher chuckled awkwardly and continued, âThis new type of virus is a highly mutative virus. I think youâve already seen this in yourself. Its mutations possess endless possibilities, and thatâs the most fascinating aspectâ¦â
According to the Researcher, Niepanâs headquarters focused their studies primarily on how to exploit the virus.
They aimed to harness the virusâs ability to bestow incredible combat capabilities on creatures, working towards developing bio-weapons that could be controlled by humans.
But that was only one aspect; they also hoped to find a way to eradicate the virus during their experiments.
âIs that your hope, or the Bossâs hope?â Ling Mo asked.
The Researcher looked at Ling Mo with some surprise and said, âHe surely hopes so too; at least he doesnât want to mutate himself.â
âThen why are you conducting this research?â Ling Mo glanced around.
The Researcher held a high status at Niepanâs headquarters, yet his living conditions were quite poor. Even the cigarettes on the table were not of a good brandâ¦
âBecause itâs interesting,â the Researcher replied with a grin.