How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Chapter 249 The Green Tea Zombie King is pretending to be pitiful again 14

Fifteen minutes later.

Chen Wen and Zuo An were pushing the carts in the back, and Song Wenjing was leading the way. There wasn't a single zombie along the way, and some people were carrying things home.

It was very quiet, and people walked very quietly.

Zuo An and Chen Wen looked at each other and thought this was very abnormal.

Song Wenjing walked to the door, turned around and said, "We're here. Sorry, my two friends, my building doesn't have an elevator. I'm too poor to rent a place with an elevator."

"So I can only trouble you to help me move to the fifth floor. I think you won't refuse, right?"

In fact, the main reason is that I don’t want to spend money indiscriminately. Anyway, when the end of the world comes, I can find a villa to live in as I please, and I can change it at will when I get tired of it.

At that time, I thought that An An might live in another city, where the rent would be more expensive, which would be a bit of a waste!

"Huh??? No way, buddy! You said there's no elevator here?"

"Two boxes of instant noodles, I won't say anything, no... you said these two 50-jin bags of rice and two large barrels of mineral water, 18.9 liters!"

"And we have to move to the fifth floor. Aren't you trying to kill us?" Zuo An was the first to collapse, shouting with his hands on his hips.

He panted and wiped the sweat from his head. He was already exhausted and almost collapsed. Now he was told to move to the fifth floor?

play?

Chen Wen's expression was not very good either. His eyes narrowed immediately and he said, "Little brother, this is not very kind."

"If there was an elevator, we could help carry it to your house, but there is no elevator now, and you asked us to carry it to the fifth floor."

"That doesn't make sense."

Song Wenjing was not happy to hear this!

Song Wenjing's eyes darkened as he sneered and placed the plastic bag on the cart. "You haven't done what I want, so the information I have might be a little incomplete!"

"With your tiny arms and legs, one punch from you two might break all your bones. I advise you to just move my things to the fifth floor."

"Then I'll tell you two where that person is. The deal must be concluded so that both parties are satisfied, right?" He smashed the iron rod in his hand on the handle of the cart.

The handle immediately dented.

Song Wenjing said contemptuously: "Do you understand what I mean?"

Zuo An's eyelids twitched immediately. There was a cart in front of each of them. The handle of Chen Wen's cart was dented. It was made of iron!

He swallowed and thought to himself, what a ruthless person!

"Move, move, move... Haha! It's a two-way deal! It has to satisfy both parties. We're just making suggestions, just suggestions..."

"Don't make a big fuss!" Zuo An's heart was beating wildly and his legs were shaking badly.

Chen Wen's situation was not much better. His life used to be very smooth and his parents were both high-ranking officials.

Others also praised him, saying he hadn't seen much bloodshed, except for the scene after 001 killed someone that day.

After seeing that scene, he vomited continuously, even vomiting acid. He then had nightmares day and night. He had to see a psychologist before he could sleep peacefully.

Thinking of the scene just now, he thought of it again. As long as he could survive and find 001 and develop a virus that made the zombies disappear, then he would have finally achieved his goal.

What does it matter if you bow your head now?

Chen Wen forced a smile. "Sorry, just like he said, we were just suggesting it. Let's move these things up now."

"Please give us more time." Others have always been the ones to bow down and nod to me.

Now, when he did these actions, he felt extremely insulted, and this insult made him very uncomfortable. It was like a bright and beautiful white swan falling into a filthy sewer.

But the white swan couldn't escape. No...how could the white swan not escape? Just wait a little longer...wait a little longer...

Song Wenjing could clearly see the murderous intent in the two men's eyes and said, "20 minutes. Time is money! What if you're too slow and the zombies come over?"

"Although we haven't seen any zombies yet, maybe there will be some?"

The two dared not speak out but could only bow their heads and agree obediently.

Song Wenjing stood on the stairs on the fourth floor, watching the two men each carrying a bag of rice, panting, sweating profusely, their faces as pale as ghosts, and their legs shaking.

He still wasn't satisfied. He liked studying people, didn't he? He liked drawing blood with a needle, didn't he?

I will have fun with you guys.

……

Ji Zhaoan lay on the bed, counting the paper cranes above him with his eyes open. As he counted over and over again, his originally slow brain became even more confused.

He had thrown the rabbit doll on the ground and had no interest in anything.

I closed my eyes, my mind was groggy and many images flashed through my mind.

"Doctor... 001 has behaved abnormally again. His heart has stopped beating, and his eyes have changed completely..."

"Hurry up, hurry up and save 001. If 001 also fails, we will have to start all over again with the theory of the first half of our lives."

"001, why don't you eat?"

"I... I don't want to eat... It's so disgusting!" The young boy was tied to a chair, his face pale and his eyes blocked by his hair.

His hands and feet were tied tightly to the chair. It was obvious that the person who tied him was very indifferent, as his hands and feet were tied tightly.

The rope was stuck directly into the flesh, the flesh was blurred, blood was flowing, and the bones were vaguely visible.

The man in the white coat showed a disgusted expression, "You little beast, why are you still picky about food? You are not well behaved..."

The man was holding a bowl of a mixture of unknown things, white mixed with green, and the disgusting smell rushed into the boy's nostrils!

The man was covered tightly and wearing a gas mask.

The boy kept struggling, his body sending out signals that he didn't want to eat!

The man pinched the boy's face and poured the food in his hand into his mouth. His movements were rough and his words were full of malice. "You little beast, you are a mindless experiment."

"I don't feel pain, I don't cry, I don't feel sad. I'm like a robot, without any human emotions... Do you deserve it?"

"Eat whatever you're told to eat. You have no right to object..."