After I Became a Zombie, My Face Is Paralyzed

When Xiao Shenwei walked in front of the imposing building in front of him, the whole zombie was stunned.

The secret laboratory in his consciousness should be hidden somewhere inconspicuous, buried deep underground, with complicated insurance measures.

However, in front of it is an exquisite two-story small western-style building.

The retro porch, the marble steps at the foot are covered with a layer of snow, and the front door is wrapped with golden edges.

"...This, your house?"

Tang Qiu looked at this small building with some uncertainty in his tone.

Ni Youqing was rummaging in his bag, looking like he was looking for the keys, without raising his head: "No."

"Oh."

"Just one of them."

Ni Youqing continued.

Everyone: "...?"

Tang Qiu: "...how many more?"

Ni Youqing pulled out a bunch of keys from his bag with a "clatter" and tried them one by one:

"I can't remember, but it seems like a lot."

Inhuman appearance.

Everyone: "...???????"

Xiao Shenwei: "...you...have a home in the mine?"

Ni Youqing nodded seriously: "That's right."

Then he changed another set of keys and whispered, "Hey, it doesn't seem to be in this set."

Several people were speechless.

Ping Hanhai smoked in silence.

Tang Qiu hugged the three cubs into Tantou's arms and shut himself up.

Xiao Shenwei tugged at Rong Yun's sleeve: "We are also building a small second floor in the valley."

Rong Yun: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Tang Qiu: This day cannot pass.

Invisible rich Ni Youqing pushed open the door with a squeak, and a cold and quiet smell that had been inhabited for a long time came to his face.

The room was very cold, and there were floating dust everywhere. Xiao Shenwei sneezed at the dust falling from the door as soon as he entered the door.

Ni Youqing's laboratory is on the second floor, the door is unlocked, but a sign that no one is allowed to enter hastily hung up, which is already covered with dust.

Several people watched helplessly as Ni Youqing kicked the door open, and the dust fell.

Xiao Shenwei saw the medical instruments in the room covered with dust cloths.

... These things are mostly expensive, the door is not locked, are you not afraid of being stolen?

Ni Youqing: If you lose it, buy it again.

Crowd: ...?

Listen, is this what people say?

The room is very large. According to Ni Youqing, it was opened by four rooms.

Xiao Shenwei was silent for a moment as he touched the extremely rough wall with bricks and cement ballast around him.

... This construction team is not very good.

Ni Youqing pushed the glasses: "Is there any problem with the wall I demolished?"

Xiao Shenwei: …

...the problem is big!

If the load-bearing wall is demolished, the grass on the grave will now be three feet tall.

Until they saw a strangely shaped bed in the lounge inside the laboratory.

Ni Youqing: "The anti-vibration bed was designed by my dad. The bottom is an empty cabinet made of special steel. Once an earthquake occurs, the middle will automatically sag, protecting people in the iron cabinet. There are drinking water, compressed food, and some medicines on the lower floor. ."

Xiao Shenwei imagined and blinked.

...automatic burial?

…

Xiaoyanglou has an independent power supply system, and the power generation equipment is located in the basement, so a few people don't have to worry about electricity use.

After a simple cleaning, with the roar of the generator, the small building finally gained some popularity.

Ni Youqing couldn't wait to take a tube of blood from Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun, and plunged into the laboratory.

Day by day, Xiao Shenwei began to fall into a state of absent-mindedness, but Ni Youqing never came out of the laboratory.

It has been snowing for a long time in Kyoto, and finally ushered in the first sunny day in the last four years of mourning.

Xiao Shenwei sat on the balcony of the guest room with the quilt closed, watching the gradually sinking sun.

In winter, even the sun is cold and seems to be just a luminous body with no temperature.

And now, as the only luminous body fades into the horizon, the temperature seems to be brought into the darkness.

Xiao Shenwei always remembered the number given by Ni Youqing—two months.

Every day, while observing the spread of the blue spot on his wrist, he quietly counted the days with his fingers.

Rong Yun sat behind Xiao Shenwei, embraced Xiao Shenwei, and held his hand.

Xiao Shenwei has recently started to lose weight.

The knuckles of the pale wrist stand out, and the cyan blood vessels appear dull blue-gray through the skin.

Rong Yun's chin rested on Xiao Shenwei's neck, and his fingers rubbed Xiao Shenwei's prominent joints.

The sleeves were rubbed up a little, revealing the blue spot on the inside of the wrist.

Xiao Shenwei shrank his hand, but Rong Yun grabbed his wrist.

"…How long?"

Xiao Shenwei was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and said nothing.

...still found.

"When did it start?"

Rong Yun's voice was hoarse, with deep distress and worry:

"I am worried about you."

"Two months ago."

Xiao Shenwei lowered his eyes.

Not just on my wrists, but some plaques have recently started appearing on my body.

Every time he wakes up at night, Xiao Shenwei feels sad when he sees Rong Yun's slightly wrinkled brows in his sleep.

He is afraid that time is not enough, that all promises will turn into a gust of wind, and that all dreams will fall apart.

He wanted to cherish every minute the two of them spent together.

In the endless slumber, every waking second is a gift.

His sense of taste was completely lost, and he could no longer taste the food.

This made Xiao Shenwei very painful.

People who lose their sense of taste are like salted fish who lose their dreams, leaving only the naked reality of salty people.

Xiao Shenwei closed his eyes when the position of his heart felt cold again.

…here we go again.

How long will it last this time?

"Rong Yun..."

Difficulty opening his mouth to spit out two words, Xiao Shenwei's eyes once again lost their luster.

"…"

Rong Yun tightened his arms, holding Xiao Shenwei whose consciousness was swallowed up again: "I'm here."

The man in his arms hugged Rong Yun's arm and opened his mouth.

"hiss-"

Rong Yun frowned slightly, but did not push Xiao Shenwei away.

Xiao Shenwei always has the problem of biting people at times like this, but he doesn't really bite him.

It's just that these days, Rong Yunman's arms are red seals covered by Xiao Shenwei.

Rong Yun knew that Xiao Shenwei had been suppressing himself.

Even in this state, Xiao Shenwei remembered not to hurt Rong Yun.

Like now.

The light pheromone taste was like poison in Xiao Shenwei's sense of smell, making him almost uncontrollably want to taste his taste.

He could feel the hot blood under Rong Yun's soft skin and smell the aroma that made him addicted.

The feeling of teeth touching each other's warm skin is so wonderful.

He couldn't wait to pierce it hard, pierce it, taste the piping hot inside it.

Rong Yun's suppressed grunt made Xiao Shenwei so excited that the back of his neck was burning.

But there was always a voice that sounded when Xiao Shenwei wanted to bite down hard.

"...I don't...eat people..."

"…I will protect you."

The voice was familiar, with the difficult-to-pronounce tone characteristic of severe speech impairments.

That was himself, who didn't even speak well when he first met Rong Yun.

...smelling good...

...so hungry...

Xiao Shenwei threw himself on Rong Yun, his eyes lowered, his sharp teeth gritted on the side of Rong Yun's neck, probing.

Rong Yun sighed, turned over and grabbed Xiao Shenwei's wrist and pressed it down.

"Good, don't move."

The air was rich in the smell of white tea mixed with mint.

Xiao Shenwei closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was three days later.

As soon as Xiao Shenwei opened his eyes, he saw Rong Yun who was holding him in a deep sleep.

It was pitch black outside the window, and even the stars were gone.

He quietly got out of bed, pulled the quilt for Rong Yun and went out the door.

Tantou stood guard at the door, watching Xiao Shenwei come out, wagging his tail and rubbing it into Xiao Shenwei's arms.

Patting Tantou's head, Xiao Shenwei tiptoed to the end of the corridor.

A dim light shone through the closed door of the laboratory.

Ni Youqing is wearing goggles, and there are piles of measurement data in front of him.

"Any results?"

Xiao Shenwei's voice suddenly appeared behind him, Ni Youqing's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't turn his head: "...in the blood of the two of you...there is a strange and extremely similar thing. But I don't know what it is. I Can't catch it."

"Also, the blood sample is not fresh and needs to be re-collected."

Xiao Shenwei nodded, took out the syringe from the disinfection cabinet, and drew a small half tube of blood.

The insensitive sense of pain made Xiao Shenwei, who used to be extremely afraid of pain, not even frown.

Light pink thick blood flowed into the test tube little by little, with a strange color.

Xiao Shenwei pulled out the needle, held the eye of the needle with a cotton swab, and handed half a tube of blood to Ni Youqing's table with the other hand.

"Enough? Not enough. I'll smoke a little more."

Ni Youqing finally raised her head and glanced at it: "Enough. Where's Rong Yun?"

"I haven't woken up yet."

"Call him to get up and draw blood."

…

When Rong Yun pressed the sterile cotton swab back to the guest room, Xiao Shenwei was leaning against the wall with red eyes and panting in a low voice.

There is a strong smell of pheromones in the air.

When Rong Yun was drawing blood, Xiao Shenwei never approached.

Blood mixed with pheromone will make Xiao Shenwei out of control.

But Rao is so, the zombie's sensitive sense of smell still makes him miserable.

Xiao Shenwei clutched his chest, and the cold suffocation made him almost breathless.

The flesh near the glands on the back of the neck was burning hot, and the brain went blank for a while.

On weekdays, Xiao Shenwei, who can control himself by staying far away, felt a little powerless this time, as if something was breaking out of his heart.

He panted low, his voice hoarse beyond words: "...don't...get near me."

Rong Yun stopped and looked at him worriedly.

After a long time, he reluctantly suppressed the urge to swallow that almost destroyed his will, and then Xiao Shenwei leaned on the bed as if he had lost his strength.

"...Is it serious again?"

Rong Yun pinched Xiao Shenwei's fingertips, and the coldness seemed to freeze into his heart all the way.

Xiao Shenwei suddenly sat up, holding Rong Yun's cheeks that had been thinning rapidly in recent days, and looked into his eyes: "Rong Yun."

"Tag me."

While I'm still alive.

While my soul is still alive.