Fake Prodigal

Chapter 317

"Which brand do you like, I'll give you another one!" Li Haoyun said calmly.

"Hee hee, the Range Rover is good!" Qiqi looked at the cab and said cheerfully.

"You have a good eye, this is the latest top model!" Li Hao smiled, and said lightly: "Try your hand first, grab the Zombie King, and drive home directly!"

"Great!" Qiqi cheered, and the two changed positions tacitly.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Li Hao took out a cigar comfortably, handed it to Professor Qian with a smile, and joked, "Try it, old Qian. It's an authentic imported cigar. My friend just came back from Cuba!"

"Good stuff!" Professor Qian took it over and sniffed it, lit it up and took a deep breath. The skillful smoking action made him look like an old smoker. He closed his eyes and savored it carefully, and praised: "Xiao Li is a good kid. Knowing how to be filial to the old man, Chen girl is blessed!"

Zhang Li's eyes were hot, and she said sourly: "Miss Chen is so lucky, a luxury car worth more than 300 million yuan, Mr. Li will give it away if he says so!"

Qiqi blushed, lowered her head shyly, quickly changed the subject, and asked, "Qian always wants to catch zombies, so I don't know what to study?"

"Science is the process of exploration, the source of human civilization!" Professor Qian tidied up the Mediterranean hairstyle, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said enthusiastically: "There are many projects to be studied. Putting animals and corpses together, why do corpses change! Zombies Do you have self-awareness, do you have your own thoughts, why do your teeth grow longer, why do you suck blood, why do you jump, why do you come out at night...!"

Listening to Professor Qian's crazy voice, Li Haolushan was sweating, his forehead was covered with black lines, his whole body trembled, and he silently mourned for the zombies. If this fell into Professor Qian's hands, he might as well be dead. A dead old man is science Crazy, it's too crazy|perverted!

Timo's trembling voice sounded from his mind: "Boss, stay away from the old lunatic.. Stay away, ma'am.. Terrible!"

"Don't worry, you're safe!" Li Hao smiled without saying a word, pacifying the frightened Teemo, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Whether zombies distinguish direction by sight or hearing is also a research topic. Will it emit induction sound waves like bats!" Professor Qian talked boastfully, with his mouth wide open, his face flushed with excitement.

"It's not easy, you'll know if you don't have to dissect it!" Zhang Li said casually.

"It makes sense!" Professor Qian clapped his hands with excitement.

Li Hao and Chen Jiaqi looked at each other, shuddered, felt an inexplicable chill, and his hairs stood on end, it's okay if he doesn't follow, these two are obviously madmen of science, their idea is to attack the Zombie King, and they still want to be arrested Experimental dissection.

"Scared to death. Baby, I can't take it anymore. Boss, get out of the car and run away!" Timo's voice trembled, his hairs exploded with fright.

"Don't be afraid! You go to sleep first, I'll go and see the excitement!" Li Hao felt bitter in his heart, old man Qian and Zhang Li were really teachers and students, equally crazy and bold.

The night is as black as ink, and everything is silent!
On the dimly lit street, the piercing siren sounded, breaking the tranquility of the night, and assault vehicles lined up in a row, heading straight for the shantytowns in the west of the city.

The shantytown in the west of the city is the poorest place in the city. Chen Hao’s family lives in the shantytown. Although he is rich, he still lives in the tube building. The reason for not moving is simple. I heard that the shantytown will be demolished soon and converted into Luxury residential area.

Chen Hao won a boxing match, and drove home exhausted. The car was safely parked in the garage. He smoked a cigarette, tossed the sports car keys, and walked into the stairs with his arms swaying.

Looking at the dark corridor, Chen Hao smiled bitterly, patted his bald head, and felt melancholy in his heart.

When he was poor, his classmates ignored him, his friends looked down on him, his relatives never came to his door, he had no confidence in speaking, he couldn't stand up straight when he walked, and he didn't have any sense of existence. He seemed to be a transparent person.

When he was rich, his classmates and friends were full of smiles, nodding and bowing to flatter him, and relatives who couldn't beat him all ran to knock on the door, opening their mouths to say New Year's greetings, which was disgusting to hear.

"A bunch of villains who are stalking others, not one of them is sending charcoal in the snow, and the icing on the cake has come!" Chen Hao was filled with emotion, and he was indescribably contemptuous. Brother Hao was loyal enough and unambiguous at critical moments, giving him a chance to be proud. If you have an opportunity, you must repay Brother Hao.

Chen Hao thought wildly, and walked into the dark corridor, as if he walked into the mouth of a monster. His family lived on the top floor of the seventh floor, the cheapest floor.

"Bang bang bang!" The heavy footsteps sounded from the corridor, Chen Hao stopped, his heart thumped, his nose wrinkled, and he smelled a faint smell. He looked up and saw the darkness in front of him. A sensor light, nothing can be seen clearly, and the sound of landing has disappeared.

Chen Hao's face darkened, he looked at the road ahead with apprehension, exhaled a puff of smoke, walked up a series of stairs, strode to the fourth floor, and walked three more floors to reach home.

At the top of the stairs on the sixth floor, Chen Hao stopped and vaguely saw a tall and burly man standing at the top of the stairs with his back turned to him, blocking the narrow corridor.

"Hey! My friend, give way!" Chen Hao spoke loudly, and walked forward confidently, and fought dozens of rounds of black punches. He is considered a ruthless man who has experienced many battles, and he has never seen any big scenes.

The man didn't react at all, his back was still facing Chen Hao, and the wooden sculptures and clay sculptures blocked the stairs!
"Excuse me!" Chen Hao was very upset, and smelled the strong stench again, cursing inwardly, this guy hasn't bathed for many years, his body smells so bad.

The man remained motionless, standing there quietly!

Chen Hao was furious, he covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and patted the man's shoulder with the other, it was cold to the bone, without any warmth.He was so astonished that he shuddered cleverly and retracted his hand reflexively, his heart beating violently.

He mustered up his courage, clenched his fists, and roared angrily, "You're deaf, a good dog won't get in your way!"

"Gudong!" The man suddenly jumped up high, turned over from the air, and landed opposite Chen Hao.

"Zombie?" Chen Hao's scalp was numb, he howled, and took three steps back in horror, as if he had fallen into an ice kiln, the hairs all over his body stood up, this thing was so ugly, it didn't look like a living person at all.

In the dim corridor, one can vaguely see that the man's eyes are like lamps, shining with a gloomy green light. His eyes are as cold as knives, like a hungry wolf in the northwest. White fluff, jagged teeth protruding from the lips, especially the two fangs that look like poisonous snakes, which are extremely difficult to see.

"Ow!" The zombie roared, accompanied by a stench, it was just a hungry tiger pounced on food.

Chen Hao was terrified, and forced himself to remain calm. Looking at the flying black shadow, he kicked a flying kick. The sneaker kicked heavily on the zombie's chest, making the sound of hitting metal, and a huge shock hit.
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PS: Strictly crack down, this book will be renamed "Fake Prodigal Son", and I will notify my friends after the change.

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