Chapter 53: The New Era of Zombies (please read it!)
Ma Lei's residence is in an upscale community in Mong Kok, and the access control is particularly strict for Tang people.
Sitting at the door, the Indian man wearing a red turban and a beard kept looking at them with suspicion and caution.
Chen Bin smiled and said: "Sir, my friend Salei Marei lives there. I have been here before."
Kan Geng glanced at Chen Bin's dirty sleeves and said, "The people who come to see Mr. Marley are all respectable people. I don't remember his contacts being so... extensive."
Uncle Ming whispered: "Damn Asan's Chinese is so good."
Yin Xiu also nodded repeatedly. He was indeed a security guard in a high-end community. He spoke with restraint.
The Indian seemed to have heard their conversation and stood up suddenly, "Hey, you two, what are you talking about?"
When Uncle Ming was about to have a seizure, Chen Bin quickly stopped him and said to Kan Geng: "I am a professor at the University of Hong Kong. This is my ID."
Kan Geng took the ID, glanced at it twice, and threw it back to Chen Bin, "You have no problem, but the two of them must register their information. If something is lost here, I can't afford to pay for it."
After he said this, Yin Xiu and Uncle Ming could only hand over their IDs with cold expressions.
"Oh, Taoist priests, it's so rare..." Zeng Geng said in surprise, "Two Taoist priests come to find an alchemist, it's even rarer!"
"Hey, just register when you register. Don't talk so much nonsense. Are you asking you to tell fortunes now? You talk so much." Uncle Ming said angrily.
Kan Geng then shut up, glanced at the two of them again, snorted coldly and handed the documents back to them.
"Remember, don't run around."
……
Mare's residence is on the third floor, a large flat floor, with the balcony facing the small slope behind.
Chen Bin searched for a long time in the carpet and the flowerpot by the door, but couldn't find the key. He could only spread his hands to the two of them, expressing his helplessness.
"Does he always only put his keys in these two places?" Uncle Ming asked.
Chen Bin said calmly: "No, I just guessed that he would let it go. After all, he is a very lazy person."
Yin Xiu rolled her eyes, took out a small screwdriver from her pocket, pushed Chen Bin away gently and said, "Look out for me."
"This is not good." Chen Bin wiped the sweat from his head, "And why do you bring this thing with you when you go out?"
"As a machinist, is it too much to carry a screwdriver with you? I also have a wrench in my other pocket."
As soon as he finished speaking, with a crisp click, the door was pushed open a small crack by Yin Xiu, and a breeze blew from inside, carrying a slight musty smell.
Yin Xiu held the door handle and did not open it immediately. Instead, he stretched out his hand, pinched the talisman handed to him by Uncle Ming, and gently threw it in. When he found that there was no movement, he breathed a sigh of relief. Leave the door open.
As soon as she opened the door, Yin Xiu felt that it was groggy inside. Even though it was afternoon, it seemed like it was night.
"Why did he choose a place with the sun behind him to live?" Yin Xiu sighed.
Uncle Ming followed closely and walked in. "Foreigners don't believe in Feng Shui. They dimmed the lights, lit up and drew the curtains. It's easy. Didn't you see? He also used dark blue curtains to let the light in." It’s weird if it’s good.”
As he said that, he went to draw the curtains, but as soon as his hand reached the window, Uncle Ming suddenly jumped away and shouted: "Copycat!"
Yin Xiu quickly pulled out the sword from the package, and as soon as it was handed into Uncle Ming's hand, there was a gust of fishy wind, and the stench was extremely bad.
I saw that behind the curtains, there was another layer of curtains, and between the two layers of curtains, there were several "people" standing upright.
"It's a zombie!"
Uncle Ming didn't have time to use his sword. He kicked one of the zombies in the chest, and immediately pulled away a large then did Yin Xiu see the faces of the zombies clearly, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
These zombies were uniformly dressed in black robes, covering their bodies under the robes. The black robes were wrapped with several silver metal pipes, each of which was as thick as a washing machine pipe in the "previous life".
One is connected to the face of the zombies. On the mouths of these zombies, there is a black metal mask like an oxygen mask. The tube is connected to it, covering their white faces.
The other one is connected to the back of the zombie. On their back, there is a device that looks like a diving oxygen bottle. As the zombie breathes, the indicator light emits a strange red light from time to time.
And on their chests is a Bagua mirror that emits green light.
Chen Bin exclaimed: "What are these guys!"
Uncle Ming said coldly: "I still want to ask you, that guy made several corpses to refine corpses, and you didn't know?"
"Refining corpses?"
Uncle Ming didn't answer in a hurry, he just looked around the room and pointed to the corner.
"Crow's blood, incense ash, Bagua mirror, the alchemist you mentioned doesn't look that simple."
Uncle Ming didn't think so at first, but after catching a glimpse of the green liquid sitting in the corner, he frowned again, "What on earth does that bastard want to do?"
Yin Xiu also frowned and said, "I feel like this is more like an experiment..."
"Experiment?" Chen Bin was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "He plans to create a zombie himself, a zombie that is different from the traditional zombies!"
"The way he is made is to implant mechanical meridians and the steam core?"
Now even Yin Xiu thought it was a bit fanciful.
"Well, that zombie king can theoretically withstand any intensity of transformation, and has unlimited possibilities. That is what Mare and I dream of, and these things in front of us are probably his implementation."
"Experimental work?"
Yin Xiu glanced at the four zombies standing in front of him. They were all of different ages, but they could also see some signs of life.
These people should be homeless or patients, who were collected by Mare through various means.
And the so-called methods often reveal filth and shamelessness.
"That guy deserves to die."
"That's right." Uncle Ming rarely agreed with Yin Xiu's view, "That servant street, no matter how many times he dies, he won't be dead enough. What's wrong with playing? Let's play with this."
Chen Bin interrupted: "Fortunately, these zombies haven't transformed yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, the four zombies trembled, as if they were electrocuted. Black energy surged out from under their robes, and it looked like a materialized curtain, spreading towards them.
Yin Xiudeng's heart suddenly became cold and he got up...
"I'm going to attack you! You're such a crow's mouth!"
Uncle Ming glared at him, then turned to look at Yin Xiu. Yin Xiu was already holding a sword in one hand and two talisman papers in the other hand, ready to stand ready.
"Yin Xiu, take the ink line. The mouths of these zombies are sealed, so there is no threat at the moment."
As soon as Uncle Ming finished speaking, the zombies trembled again, their black robes were suddenly pushed up, and several sharp knives with a cold light poked out from the zombies' sleeves.
(End of this chapter)