Zombies don't need to rest

Yang Li nodded. They came here for more than one mission this time, and the investigation of Jiang Yang was more out of his own moral concept, which was not their own mission.

The two came to the small conference room of the hotel suite, and the female police officer carefully locked the doors and windows and said

"Judging from the results of yesterday's investigation, the purpose of Zhang Miao's coming here is to establish a branch company in the NO. Collecting information on various base cities, and at the same time they seem to be planning to contact the zombies here, the purpose is not clear"

Yang Li was silent for a while, and after checking that the doors of the room were indeed locked, he lowered his voice, "What is Base City No. [-] going to do?"

The female police officer shook her head, "I don't know, but judging from their recent actions, it seems that they plan to expand the army again, but it seems that there is a problem with the funds."

Yang Li gritted his teeth, "It's going to expand the army again. Can't he see what the Federation has become now? Expand the army, expand the army, who are you going to fight? Where is the enemy?"

The female police officer was taken aback, and quickly interrupted him, "Don't talk nonsense, the military expansion plan was unanimously approved by the Federation Council. Didn't you see that other federations are also expanding their military?"

"Bang" Yang Li's fist hit the table, "Isn't that just to prevent our great sage from hitting them?"

His voice was a bit loud, and the female police officer stood up directly, "Captain, if there is nothing else, I will go to perform the task first."

After speaking, she left the meeting room without looking back, but closed the door when she went out, and hung a do not disturb sign on the doorknob.

Yang Li sat on the chair for a while before he calmed down, and muttered softly, "I'm afraid I'm not old and confused."

However, he was the only one left in the room, and he lost the desire to continue when no one spoke to him. He took a deep breath and stood up, looking at the busy street below.

"There is also that Jiang Yang, as a worker representative, he doesn't care about the mental state of his companions, he organized a large-scale zombie gang privately, and even had shady dealings with the officials of the base city. It is because of them that the Federation is what it is today "

Yang Li clenched his fists tightly, but after a while he slowly loosened them, because he knew that this situation was not an exception.

And he hasn't seen a special service place in the ninth block so far. If you really want to count, the base city of No. 11 is already much better than other places.

"It's not hopeless"

Turning around and opening the door, he paused when he saw the do-not-disturb sign, gently took it off and put it back in the drawer next to him, and quickly went downstairs to eat.

The gate of Factory 1127 slowly opened, and after the night shift workers left one after another, Jiang Yang and others entered one by one.

When passing by the gate of the factory building, the guard on guard smiled and greeted Jiang Yang, "Good morning, brother Yang."

Seeing his happy look, Jiang Yang also guessed that this guy was going to be the team leader, and nodded with a smile, "Good morning"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the day's work officially began.

On the street outside, looking at the closed factory gate, Yang Li in casual clothes reached out and stopped a zombie worker who just got off the night shift, "Hello, we are reporters from the Federal Newspaper.

, can I interview you with some questions? "

The zombie raised his head with a smile, "My surname is Wu."

"Ah, hello Mr. Wu, may I have a chat with you?"

Finding that Yang Li didn't understand his 200-year-old joke, the zombie smacked his mouth twice and waved his hand casually, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Looking around, Yang Li pointed to a cafe by the side of the road, "Why don't we come here and have a chat?"

Zombie shrugged "I don't care"

Yang Li walked into the cafe with the team members disguised as cameramen and the zombie surnamed Wu. After finding a relatively quiet box, he asked the first question:

"What's your name, please?"

The zombie's answer is simple "Wu Dong"

Yang Li tried his best to imitate the reporter on the TV station with a professional smile and asked, "Then Mr. Wu Dong, what do you think of the current federation's management policy on zombies?"

Wu Dong said calmly, "The Zombie Management Regulations are the fundamental guarantee for the federation to protect the rights and interests of zombies. Under the leadership of the Federation Council, all the Pan-Asian Federations have shown love and help to zombies, allowing us to receive the same treatment as federal citizens. , enjoy equal rights, as a zombie worker, I will firmly uphold all federal policies on zombies, work hard, and devote myself to the production and construction of the federation..."

Half an hour later, looking at Wu Dong who was still talking, the expression on Yang Li's face gradually changed from a smile to a cold one. In the end, his face looked stiffer than a zombie.

About 10 minutes later, looking at Wu Dong who still had no intention of stopping, Yang Li could only interrupt his speech with a smile and asked, "It seems that Mr. Wu has a comprehensive grasp of the federal zombie management policy. So what do you think about the No.11 base city's implementation of relevant policies?"

In fact, he regretted it as soon as he asked this question, but after listening to Wu Dong talk about the federal policy for nearly an hour, Yang Li felt that his mental state was a bit bad.

Sure enough, upon hearing his question, Wu Dong drank the cold coffee in one gulp, ordered another cup at the ordering counter next to him, and said again:

"I think the No. 11 base city has brought the same warmth as my home. Under the leadership of the three mayors, the No. 11 base city deeply understands the spirit of the Federation, resolutely implements the federal policy, and at the same time pioneered the creation of zombies. Home, Zombie Tavern and other places dedicated to zombies, so that we can have a better mental state to participate in the busy production work..."

An hour later, Yang Li had no choice but to interrupt Wu Dong's speech again in pain, took a deep breath, drank his cup of coffee that was about to solidify, and then went straight to the topic

"I just heard you mention the zombie tavern, but now there is a saying that the zombie tavern is a place to provide rest and entertainment for zombie workers, but some zombies use it as a basis to form gangs. I don't know if you have Have you ever encountered such a situation?"

A smile flashed across Wu Dong's mouth, and then under Yang Li's horrified gaze, he began to explain the origin of the Zombie Tavern and his experience in the Zombie Tavern from beginning to end.

In a word, he has never heard of such a thing. There is no gang formation in the Ninth Street District. And poorer zombie workers.

But how did Yang Li know that before the catastrophe in Wudong, he worked as an office clerk, and he devoted himself to writing manuscripts for 20 years and was loved by the leaders. If it wasn't for the catastrophe, he would be a great official now.

So what could have been explained in one sentence, Wu Dong talked for a full two hours before closing his mouth.

The policeman holding the camera next to him felt his brains boiling. He looked at his captain with an almost pleading expression, hoping to end this weird interview as soon as possible.

Yang Li also saw his expression, but he still rubbed his temples and asked the last question

"When I came here, I heard that there is a zombie worker named Jiang Yang in the ninth block of our NO.11 base city. Do you know him?"

When Wu Dong spoke, the police officer with the video camera next to him couldn't help but tremble.

But fortunately, he didn't make a long speech this time, but simply answered "Of course I know, Mr. Jiang Yang is the worker representative of our NO.11 base city"

"Uh, that's all?"

Yang Li wasn't used to Wu Dong's short words, so he hurriedly asked, "What kind of person is Jiang Yang in your heart?"

Hearing this question, a smile appeared on the corner of Wu Dong's mouth that made Yang Li despair.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when Jiang Yang walked out of the factory, he saw Wu Dong holding Yang Li's hand at the door of the cafe opposite, "Reporter Yang, thank you for inviting me to drink coffee, and you must let me know when you made news. At that time, I will ask my co-workers to watch TV."

Yang Li nodded dizzily, "Don't worry, don't worry."

Wu Dong waved his hand, "Then I'll go to work first, Reporter Yang, you must contact me if you have another interview like this in the future."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to wipe off the coffee froth from the corner of his mouth and came to the factory gate. When he saw Jiang Yang, he said hello, "Brother Yang, I have to go to work tonight, Xiao Zhou will trouble you."

Jiang Yang nodded, "Don't worry, just leave it to me, what are you?"

Wu Dong patted his stomach in satisfaction, "I met a kind person who invited me to drink coffee for a day, oops, I really miss the time when I was writing manuscripts, when the leader saw that I was late working overtime, he often invited me to drink coffee... "

Jiang Yang shrank his neck.

After getting along for so many years, no one in the Ninth Street District knew that Wu Dong was loved by the leaders because of his good articles.

He has repeated these words at least a thousand times in the past 100 years.

Taking advantage of the vacancy next to him, Jiang Yang hurriedly slipped away, while Wu Dong kept on talking until he stood at the work station.

At the entrance of the cafe, Yang Li, who drank a lot of coffee but didn’t eat anything, gritted his teeth to pay the bill, then tried hard to recall what he had done that day, and finally found out in horror that although he had chatted with Wu Dong all day, it was useful. The information doesn't seem to have a single word.

Looking at Jiang Yang who came out, he clenched his fists and said viciously, "Follow him"

14 All the way

Zhou Yu's mourning hall is located at the intersection of the ninth block and the seventh block. This is one of the funeral parlors in the NO.11 base city, but this is the first time they have received a zombie.

But Jiang Yang came forward, so Zhou Yu was given the largest room in the funeral home.

The coffin was placed in the middle of the mourning hall, surrounded by zombies who came after work. When Jiang Yang arrived, the zombies made way for him to walk to the front.

Li Bing's factory is relatively close to here, so I have already arrived.

Seeing Jiang Yang coming over, he nodded and said "Thank you" in a hoarse voice

Jiang Yang shook his head lightly, "If things are not done quickly, how dare you say it's hard work?"

Zhou Yu's body was placed in the middle of the coffin. The case of the child he adopted had not yet been closed, and the body was temporarily placed in the morgue of the Ninth Street Police Station.

This makes the funeral a little more absurd.

Li Bing looked curiously at Jiang Yang next to her. Although she knew that Jiang Yang agreed to Zhou Yu's request to commit suicide, she didn't know how Jiang Yang did it.

Generally speaking, the death of a zombie requires irreparable damage to the body, such as the entire head being completely crushed, or more than 90.00% damage to the body.

At the same time the energy is depleted.

But Zhou Yu did not have a similar situation.

His body appeared to be intact, and there was no wound on his head, but she could be sure that Zhou Yu was dead no matter what it meant.

The base city's confirmation result was that the inside of the brain was completely shattered, and at the same time, the radiation energy in the body was emptied in an instant.

It looked like he was smashing the brain with all his energy.

But Li Bing knew in his heart that it was too difficult for the zombies to do this by themselves.

The survival instinct of creatures is destined to prevent them from attacking their own brains with their own energy.

And even if the energy is exhausted, the body will instinctively absorb the ubiquitous radiant energy to supplement it.

It is not that no zombies have tried to commit suicide in this way before, but they failed without exception, and because of serious injuries, it took a lot of resources to rescue them, and they were often sentenced to about 20 years of overtime labor.

But the fact before him is that Zhou Yu really did this operation by himself.

Seeing no one around, Li Bing asked softly, "How did you do it?"

Jiang Yang didn't speak, and it took a while before he answered, "First of all, we need to figure out whether the thing that controls our actions and thinking is the brain, the thinking, or the instinct of the body. Does thinking come from the brain, or something else?"

Li Bing frowned, "Isn't it the brain?"

Jiang Yang shook his head, "Of course it is, but you have to know that sometimes a person's will has a higher priority than the body, or even the brain itself that produces the will. Don't think about it, this kind of operation is what Xiao Zhou can do. Others can't do it. You, me, them, are not pure enough"

Li Bing couldn't understand what he said, and as there were more and more people in the mourning hall, it was inconvenient for her to continue asking.

A zombie walked by, "Brother Yang, someone is coming from the mayor."

Jiang Yang turned around and walked out of the mourning hall. In the room outside, he saw Lao Jiu, the mayor's housekeeper, and the young man following him who was looking at him curiously.

"Mr. Jiang" the old housekeeper bowed and pointed behind him, "This is my young master, Fan Junyu"

"Hi, I'm Jiang Yang"

Jiang Yang offered to extend his hand.

Fan Junyu restrained his curiosity and shook hands with him, "Mr. Jiang, my name is Fan Junyu"

Smiling and nodding, Jiang Yang looked at Li Bing next to him, "Take them to rest first."

Then he turned his head and explained, "I'm sorry, there are a lot of things to do today. I will visit the mayor when I have a chance."

Lao Jiu nodded with a smile, "Understood, Mr. Jiang is busy first, we will come back later"

After finishing speaking, he took Fan Junyu and followed Li Bing to the side hall next to him to rest, while Jiang Yang here continued to receive the zombies who came to express their condolences.

At nine o'clock in the evening, all 11 worker representatives except Jiangyang in the No. 50 base city arrived.

The mayor's butler Lao Jiu led Fan Junyu to stand in front of the crowd, and Jiang Yang led the crowd to the mourning hall.

Standing beside the coffin, Jiang Yang said in a low voice, "Three days ago, we lost a comrade in arms."

All the people present stood in silence, and the solemn atmosphere made Fan Junyu, who was attending the funeral for the first time, a little nervous.

Then he heard the voice of Jiang Yang standing in the front, "The first time I met Zhou Yu was in the 77th year of the Cataclysm Era. At that time, we were at the construction site of the No. Design and plan the construction plan of the power grid, and I am responsible for organizing everyone to implement it”

Jiang Yang glanced at Zhou Yu who was lying in the coffin.

In fact, the first time he found himself saying that he had suicidal thoughts was more than 30 years ago.

At that time, because the Pan-Asian Federation expanded its armaments again, it caused friction with the European Federation.

So that year, the major colleges and universities of the Federation once again reduced their recruitment and sent a large number of students into the army.

At the same time, Zhou Yu's automobile factory also began to transform into the production of military light combat armor again.

Even the insignificant friction between the two super federations resulted in more than 6 deaths in the war, which made Zhou Yu feel extremely painful.

"Under the leadership of Luo Jincheng, the entire federation has already gone down the road of destruction. If it continues to develop like this, I'm afraid that before we can solve the threat of the zombie monarch, human beings will already die at the hands of our own people."

Jiang Yang could understand Zhou Yu's pain, because Zhou Yu was not the only one who came looking for him at that time.

But he was the only one who had the will to die because he was worried about the future of the Federation.

When Yang Li led his team members into the mourning hall, Jiang Yang just glanced at him casually.

He wasn't going to pay attention to this police officer from the Federal Guard. In his opinion, this young guy was the same kind of person as Zhou Yu.

He didn't move, and the other zombies didn't pay attention to Yang Li who walked in, which also allowed Yang Li to easily stand on the periphery of the crowd and listen to Jiang Yang's speech.

"For a long time, everyone and even myself have had a question in mind, that is, can we, the awakened zombies, really blend with new humans? Are zombies that have regained human thinking ability still human?"

The mourning hall was quiet, and all the zombies were thinking about Jiang Yang's words.