Chapter 2 Pickpockets

In the face of Lu Chuan's hard pleading, the middle-aged uncle of the zombie was unmoved.

"alright, you win."

Lu Chuan didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, exhaustion overcame terror.

Putting down the terror in his heart, Lu Chuan's body softened, and he sat on the grass on the edge of the country road.

"To die is to die."

Very simply, Lu Chuan waded in the grass, panting, even if he was about to die, he would have to take a break. If you run further, you will be exhausted.

The zombie uncle approached Lu Chuan and stood in front of Lu Chuan very stodgy, motionless, like a statue.

Compared to Lu Chuan's panting sound, the zombie uncle didn't even catch his breath, he didn't even breathe.

Panting, Lu Chuan took advantage of the mechanism to follow everything that happened.

Apparently, he was too allergic before and was intimidated by terror. Lu Chuan looked up at the description on the head of the zombie uncle again, and calmly understood the inside of the description.

The entourage is the positioning of the zombie uncle.

Since it is a follower, it is a subordinate assigned by the zombie factory, half a bodyguard, it will not attack itself, it will only follow itself mechanically.

Besides, the zombie uncle has no virus on his body and has been isolated long ago.

Another explanation, the literal meaning is easy to understand. The appearance of a pretender is automatically added. It should be this so-called pretender's appearance that makes the terrifying zombie turn into the middle-aged uncle that we see today.

Otherwise, there is a zombie in the modern world, what terrible news? The whole world will cause a sensation, and with the powerful ability of the government, it will dig itself out in minutes.

Lu Chuan let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he was his entourage, so what?

Thinking that it was actually a zombie, Lu Chuan had an unacceptable feeling. In his heart, he had not yet accepted this reality.

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"sit down."

On the country road, Lu Chuan issued an order.

The zombie uncle, who had been standing in front of Lu Chuan indifferently and expressionlessly, sat down without hesitation after receiving Lu Chuan's instructions, completely ignoring the dirt on the trail.

"stand up!"

Lu Chuan stared at the zombie uncle without blinking, and issued an instruction again.

Without any hesitation, the zombie uncle stood up and stood straight in front of Lu Chuan.

Gradually, Lu Chuan's eyes lit up.

A follower who can follow instructions without hesitation, this one is more loyal and executive than a bodyguard. If the human bodyguards were replaced, Lu Chuan would have just given the order to sit down, and the other party would never have sat in the dust, and even hesitated Lu Chuan's order.

This kind of executive power is indeed as old-fashioned as the description.

100% loyal?

From the current point of view, Lu Chuan can only try to believe.

When the fear disappears, all you have is curiosity.

Facing the standing zombie uncle, Lu Chuan circled around a few times, observing with curiosity. From the outside, there is no difference between the zombie uncle and the middle-aged human uncle. From the appearance, you can't see the slightest flaw.

A zombie is a kind of monster without emotion. After using the pretender system, it can only disguise its appearance, but cannot disguise its expression.

Continues the void of zombies, making Uncle Zombie more like a soulless walking dead.

After researching for a while, Lu Chuan found that the zombie uncle also continued the brainlessness of zombies.

It can execute simple instructions, but the more complicated ones make it confusing, and it's basically a chicken-and-duck talk.

Putting it in the crowd, the appearance of the zombie uncle will not be a problem, but it still makes people see the difference at a glance, like a mentally retarded child in the crowd, absolutely conspicuous.

"Intelligence sucks!"

Lu Chuan sighed, but had to accept the fact that he had a zombie follower.

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Knowing that the zombie uncle was no longer a threat to him, Lu Chuan finally stopped running because of fear.

Walking slowly on the country road, some local villagers will pass by in no time. For this young man with a backpack, the villagers just glanced at him and paid no attention.

The zombie uncle walked with a cold and stern face, but he would not attract attention.

After walking in trepidation for a while, Lu Chuan was completely relieved. If the role of the pretender system is not lifted without his own orders, no matter what the situation is, it will not fail.

In the eyes of outsiders, what they always see is just a middle-aged uncle with some problems in his head.

Lu Chuan shook his head, hoping that a zombie would be as flexible as a normal person. The survivors in the apocalypse would not have to mix for a long time, and the extinction of human beings should be done as soon as possible.

Almost no IQ, just like a drag bottle.

Lu Chuan graduated from University and majored in civil engineering. After graduation, he found a job as a supervisor of a decoration company, with a monthly salary of just over 3,000. This kind of salary, in a coastal city, can only be regarded as a salary at the general level. Due to poor family conditions and newcomers to society, Lu Chuan could only endure the low salary.

Once done, it is about a year.

Seeing all the classmates from the university, all of them entered a certain department or a certain company, Lu Chuan became very irritable, so he asked the company for a week's leave, returned to his hometown, and wanted to stay away from himself. Restless city, let yourself calm down.

Who would have thought that such a mysterious thing would happen when I returned to the provincial capital from my hometown?

"I don't know if this stuff needs to be eaten or not."

This is where Lu Chuan is tangled. With his limited salary, he has to send 2,000 yuan to his parents every month, and the remaining more than 1,000 yuan is barely enough after eating, drinking and renting.

Now that there is one... zombie, it is a disaster for Lu Chuan's poor salary.

As far as Lu Chuan's small nest is concerned, it is suitable to live by himself, but it will definitely be very crowded to live with a second person.

Squeezed with a zombie, even though its current appearance is human, Lu Chuan still couldn't accept it. In such a small single room, if they were crowded together, Lu Chuan could guarantee that he would not be able to sleep.

"Take one step at a time."

Lu Chuan smiled bitterly. He couldn't throw it on the street. If the pretender's system failed, the consequences would be hard to estimate.

From the country road to the national road at the entrance of the village, it belongs to the outskirts of the provincial capital, and there are buses leading to the urban area.

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On the bus to the suburbs, Lu Chuan sat by the window.

Although he accepted the existence of this uncle zombie, Lu Chuan still had a creepy feeling when he was sitting next to him, and he was terrified.

Decoration companies are rarely located in urban areas. Wherever the outreach of the city is, such companies will move.

This small decoration company where Lu Chuan works is no exception. Small decoration companies are not as large as they are. They can set up a branch or branch at will. This kind of small company directly moved the headquarters.

There are many people on the bus and it fills up quickly.

There is no way, the places this bus passes through are such as popular areas, and there will be more people riding.

"It's really messy."

Lu Chuan's eyes were on a young man next to him.

This young man is very ordinary, nothing unusual. But Lu Chuan still saw him with a blade in one hand and a clip in the other. In just three or five seconds, he cut open a girl's shoulder bag and took out the wallet inside.

There are already many people on the bus, and the shaking caused by the brakes from time to time brings convenience to the other party.

Pickpockets, hard to see in urban areas, are still active on buses outside these suburbs. The police force in the suburbs is weak, which is more conducive to their operations.

Watching the other party use the brakes of the bus and the crowd, in just a few minutes, he got three orders. His technique is sophisticated, and he can keep his face straight after he succeeds.

Uncle Zombie sat upright in the chair, out of tune with other people.

Standing like a pine, sitting like a bell is probably the best portrayal of Uncle Zombie.

suddenly……

The uncle zombie stood up, walked to the young pickpocket, grabbed it out with lightning, and grabbed the hand of the young pickpocket who was about to use a clip to take out a small wallet.

The thinking of zombies is completely linear.

Just like in the movie, they sense that the food will jump on it without hesitation, even if there is a sea of ​​fire and sword in the middle.

Under this kind of straight-line thinking, the uncle Zombie's movements are not at all subtle, and the movements are so big that they grab the opponent's hand like iron claws. The difference between zombies and humans lies in the use of power, which can be 100%.

Ordinary people can only use 60% of their strength. People who have been trained, such as weightlifters and boxers, can reach 80%, which is already the limit.

"Ouch!"

The 100% strength and the pain like a fracture made the pickpocket scream in pain.

The people on the bus witnessed the tools in the hands of this pickpocket under this kind of movement. How could it be possible that they did not understand?

"pickpocket?"

This word popped up in everyone's head.

Some were quick to rummage through their pockets and backpacks.

In the Celestial Dynasty, the matter is irrelevant and hangs high. But now it is different. When someone stands up, this attitude can be instantly transformed into a tailwind rod.

Several hot-blooded young college students stared straight at the pickpocket.

"My purse."

"My cell phone."

Several owners all cried out.

In just an instant, everyone on the bus was filled with righteous indignation.

"open."

The pickpocket was young but very experienced. The other hand pulled out a dagger directly from his waist, with a fierce light in his eyes. If it goes out of control, the people in this car may beat him to death and send him to the Public Security Bureau. To get rid of this consequence, you have to make them afraid.

The pickpocket with fierce eyes really scared a lot of people, causing them to shrink back subconsciously.

It's just that the zombie uncle didn't move at all, his face was expressionless, and his two eyes stared blankly at the pickpocket.

The chilling breath made this pickpocket panic.

"Scolding that next door, I let you meddle in your own business."

Seeing that he didn't think of the role of deterrence, and under the creepy atmosphere of the zombie uncle, the pickpocket suddenly lost control of his emotions, and the dagger in his hand stabbed fiercely.

This stab is more of a temptation, and a normal person will definitely dodge, or back away, so that he can escape.

"puff!"

The tentative dagger stabbed into the heart of the zombie uncle so fiercely that it didn't reach the hilt.

The pickpocket is estimated to be an ordinary person, but the uncle of the zombie is not a person at all. In the thinking dictionary of the zombie, there is no word dodge at all, and he does not know what fear is.

(It looks good, can you let the recommended ticket take two steps?)