Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 62 Kill the chicken to warn the monkey

Baby zombies haven't grown their teeth yet.

Although Mu Cang was caught off guard by being licked, but apart from the greasy feeling, he was not hurt.

She couldn't bear to do any cruel actions to such a weak baby, she just kept defending, trying to tie up its body, and then destroy the lampshade that made it go crazy.

Suddenly, the baby zombie's clenched fist hit Mu Cang's neck!
She seemed to be pricked by a tiny burr, and then her eyes turned black, and she became a little top-heavy.

It's over, I was plotted against.

The little baby zombie had a poisonous needle implanted in its fist.

Mu Cang stumbled, and her consciousness began to drift away. With the last bit of strength, she kicked over the mushroom lamp in the corner.

The room was instantly plunged into complete darkness, and the flickering frequency of the green light spots embedded in the lampshade gradually slowed down.

Does it have night vision function?

Her legs softened and she half-knelt on the ground, causing the scarred wound to bleed faintly.

The little baby zombie smelled blood, quickly jumped off her back, and crawled on the floor, with a big head that was not proportional to the body, sniffing tightly against her knee.

I like blood...

Mu Cang's eyelids were heavy, his hands and feet were a little out of control, and his body began to sway.

She was worried that after losing consciousness, the wound on her body would be opened by the little guy and drink blood.

So when he fell down, he forced the baby zombie to face him and lay it down under his body, trapping him!

The little guy is still struggling, but it can't shake Mu Cang who is as heavy as a boulder.

Mu Cang lay on the ground, his face pressed against the cold ground, his eyelids slowly opened and closed, but his consciousness began to recover. This feeling was like being anesthetized, but the anesthesia was about to wear off.

what happened?

The dose of that medicine is wrong.

She heard a small rustling sound outside the door, as if someone was coming.

In the darkness, Mu Cang gently closed his eyes.

click.

It was the sound of horizontal latches being pulled apart.

There's a dim light, focused on her face, a flashlight?

Mu Cang didn't even twitch his eyelashes.

The man was very cautious, making sure that she was unconscious, he stretched out his toe and kicked her in the face.

Mu Cangren.

At this time, the little baby zombie under her struggled harder.

The man squatted down, turned Mu Cang over, and pointed out the baby zombie who was firmly imprisoned under her, and saw the little zombie flailing its arms and legs, and screaming at Mu Cang with its mouth wide open.

The flashlight moved to Mu Cang's leg, and the man saw that the medical bandage had been soaked with bright red blood.

These blood lures made the little zombie extremely manic.

Mu Cang's eyelids opened slightly, and he saw the person coming from behind take out a pair of handcuffs, skillfully handcuffed the little zombie, and threw it into the sixth crib.

This pair of handcuffs are specially made, with two large and two small holes, and four holes, corresponding to the hands and feet of the baby zombie. After all the locks are locked, the baby zombie's limbs cannot move.

The man was preparing to handcuff the baby zombie's shackles to the edge of the bed.

Mu Cang quietly pulled out the stun baton hidden under the bed, adjusted it to the maximum current, and then suddenly propped himself up and struck the person with a sharp blow on the lower back!
Ten seconds later, trembling, the man slid down to the edge of the bed.

Mu Cang picked up the dropped flashlight and took a photo on the other person's face. He turned out to be a gentle and delicate lady in her 40s.

She heard the little baby zombie snoring more anxiously, looking up at the lampshade, the green light was flickering frequently again as expected.

Mu Cang got up, approached, used the flashlight to take a close-up view of his own face, and then raised a middle finger brazenly!
On the other side of the screen, Zheng Junyong, who was in charge of controlling the strobe, shivered, looked carefully at the solemn-looking man in the middle of the sofa, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao, Mr. Xiao Jin, usually Dr. Chen is in charge. Training little zombies, this operation... I really don’t know how to control it.”

Jin Zhe glanced at the middle-aged man lying on the carpet. He was the most irreplaceable Dr. Chen in the hospital. He was bleeding from all his orifices and died in a tragic manner.

Beside Dr. Chen's corpse, An Le was kneeling with her head drooping. Behind her stood a strong man, who stepped on her calf with one hand, and pulled her dislocated arm with one hand, and her hair with the other hand, and turned her head to face Dr. Chen's body was knocked heavily on the marble floor.

After Jin Zhe's eyes slid around the room, he stopped on the paused surveillance screen. The woman with the middle finger raised looked very familiar.

He touched the cold leather sofa and said, "Who is this person?"

Zheng Junyong shivered again, then shook his head until there was an afterimage, "No, I don't know."

From the reflection of the marble, An Le saw Zheng Junyong trembling with fear, she couldn't protect this man, perhaps, she should have let go long ago.

Cui Hong, who was making tea, gasped, leaned closer to the big screen projected on the wall, looked carefully at it a few times, and said, "This little girl, hey, is that the niece of the niece of Second Master Bao who works in the cafeteria!"

Jin Zhe snorted softly, this crooked identity sounded outrageously false.

Cui Hong immediately said: "There is information, I have it here. Mr. Xiao Jin, just wait, I will get it right away."

With that said, Cui Hong rushed to her temporary small room.

She has always been grateful to Mr. Xiao Jin, because he transferred her from the hospital to the confinement center to take charge of the finances a month ago, so that she could easily escape the catastrophe on June [-].

Cui Hong dug out the personnel records of four years ago from the filing cabinet, and soon, she pulled out a brief introduction with Mu Cang's ID photo printed on it.

She took a thin piece of paper, went back to the conference room transformed from the multimedia function room, and handed the introduction to Jin Zhe.

The above information is very simple, and at first glance it is a perfunctory form.

Name, Mu Cang; age, 19; junior high school education; lives in Linwangou.

It is estimated that except this face is true, the rest of the information is false.

Jin Zhe threw the paper casually on the ground.

Both Zheng Junyong and An Le could see the familiar face on the paper, but it was younger and more immature than now. There was an indescribable wildness in his clear eyes.

Cui Hong suppressed her throat and coughed lightly, approached Jin Zhe, and whispered: "Back then, when something happened in the hospital, the old man investigated it privately. It was a little reporter who sneaked into our hospital, recorded and took pictures, and handed it to the police firsthand." I checked the information. In the past three months, there were only two personnel transfers. One of them was this little girl. The other was a 60-year-old aunt who was recruited by Hongwei to sweep the floor. It’s not easy, let alone candid shots.”

"Hongwei" is a human resources agency that has long-term cooperation with the hospital. It is mainly responsible for externally hired security, cleaning, and nursing staff.

An Le is the jewel in the palm of Hongwei's boss, An Hongwei.

(End of this chapter)