The Boss is Very Busy

His face was also old, as if lying on the bed without any vitality, only the heart rate on the surrounding instruments proved that he was alive. Wen Shumu glanced at the bed, "He can hear us talking."

"Huh?" MuMian was stunned.

Wen Shumu's expression didn't care much. He walked over and checked the instrument. After he noticed the file next to him, the man calmly pulled it out, glanced roughly, and looked into the bed, "It's no different from what humans know. This is his carefully planned game."

MuMian also looked at the person on the bed, feeling incredible.

She thought that Dr. Qian planned this game, it was clearly hidden, and it should be full of life.

After seeing it, it was completely different from what he expected. He didn't have a trace of vitality. He wanted a cold corpse lying on the bed with terrible needles all over his body. Only instruments can show that he is still alive.

Wen Shumu glanced at the file again, then pulled MuMian over and rubbed her head, "Don't think about it, he is not a human now."

MuMian blinked: "Why?"

The man’s snow-white slender fingers covered the document with dense fonts, “He used his own body to do experiments, and now he is covered with chips all over his body, which is considered a robot.”

MuMian understood: "Did he always control the zombies like this?"

Wen Shumu nodded, his eyes calmly said: "But he shouldn't have thought that becoming a robot would cost so much. He is a human being. He doesn't have that much vitality support, so he has become like this."

MuMian asked: "Then we are here, isn't he still organizing us? But he looks like he can't do anything."

Wen Shumu lowered his eyes and explained to her patiently: "It should be set in advance. Before he became like this, he went to M City as his hiding spot, so he entered the program in advance, and the city was full of zombies."

"That's it." MuMian raised an eyebrow: "Then we can stop this disaster by blowing up these instruments and ruining his procedures."

Dr. Qian could hear them talking, MuMian also did not converge, and said calmly: "Then human beings can return to their normal lives and never have to participate in such games."

Wen Shumu nodded and rubbed her head indulgingly, "You can say so."

Fully agreeing with the idea of ​​MuMian, Wen Shumu found gasoline in the hospital and almost filled the entire secret room with gasoline to ensure that MuMian reached a safe area.

He leaned against the wall idle, rubbing the lighter in his fingertips, and calmly scanned the secret room corridor.

He has the knowledge of a brain, but he can only be a mortal. Dr. Qian’s desire is big, and people will die sooner or later, but he is not satisfied. He has done many experiments to make himself a robot, and he has also researched zombies that he can manipulate. Created this disaster.

In his opinion, human beings with little ability are not worthy to live.

This world should have left only useful people.

The man leaned on the wall, his long eyelashes drooped, and the lighter was spinning at his fingertips, his temperament appeared quiet and silent.

When he finally stopped, he lit, his expression remained unchanged, and he threw the contents in his hand, and then left the hospital. After a few minutes, there was a sudden explosion behind him.

Wen Shumu waited for him in the car with MuMian. After returning, the other party sat obediently and waited for him to return. The man twitched his lips. When they walked over and stood beside her, the two people's eyes met.