Chapter 327: The Vanishing Zombie

Inside the Bolaka Guesthouse room.

Zhang Tie, arms crossed, gaze askance, stepped on the chest of a white-robed man, his gaze stern:

Answer whatever our boss asks.

With slight force, the sternum made a sound when stepped on.

The person was just captured, not far behind the guesthouse.

The white-robed man had just left the club, was about to drive off, when Xiong Hanzi leapt and grabbed him.

He never imagined that the quiet, private club he often visited would actually get him noticed.

The white-robed man had a dark red floral tattoo on his face and a string of lip rings.

White bone nail caps on his fingers made him look gloomy and ruthless.

Contrary to his appearance, the white-robed man trembled all over, frightened to the point of tears.

As if in a dream.

Anyone who sees a giant repeatedly leap seven or eight meters high like lifting a chick, then be grabbed, would likely doubt the world.

Meanwhile, Lin Ruolan was unusually calm, simply squatting quietly on the ground, no longer as nervous as before.

Lin An frowned slightly; the white-robed man being stepped on was so scared he wet his robes.

He looked fierce on the outside, but that was only appearance.

Since the disaster, survivors in this world have uniformly favored a grim and terrifying 'aesthetic'.

Just as in primitive societies, tribal shamans like to paint ghost faces on their faces to frighten others.

Likewise, before the apocalypse, the wealthy liked to wear gold and silver to display status.

Here, nose rings, lip rings, and ghost-face tattoos have become special adornments to display status.

"After each zombie outbreak, how do you handle the zombies' corpses?"

"Do you use zombie corpses as vegetable fields, breeding maggots?"

The white-robed man was asked first.

The man heard the question and froze; it was so simple he couldn't help pondering the meaning behind Lin An's words.

"Who are you?!"

"I'm the brother of the City Reserve Army Commander! Let me go quickly..."

Seeing the white-robed man unconsciously dare to reveal his identity and threaten them,

Zhang Tie snorted coldly, exerting slight force with his foot.

The man's sternum instantly caved in, pain making him suck in a breath of cold air.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

"Sir!"

The intense pain made him realize reality.

Not daring to think further, the white-robed man swallowed with difficulty, his gaze fearful:

"Sir... zombie corpses melt on their own..."

"After their heads are blown apart, their corpses decay far faster than normal, liquefying into a puddle of corpse water within a day or two."

"As for breeding maggots from corpses,"

"I've heard that the lowest slaves and savages like to do that, but I've never seen it..."

The white-robed man was full of doubts; the question Lin An asked is something even a three-year-old knows.

Gao Tian, upon hearing this, spoke first:

"Turn into corpse water? What about the water?"

"Each time, the corpse water from hundreds of thousands of zombies melting adds up to at least a small stream; over such a long time, where has all that accumulated corpse water gone?"

Seeing that Lin An and the others didn't believe him, the white-robed man hurriedly spoke up:

"Sir! It's true! Just ask anyone and you'll know."

"Corpse water evaporates quickly in the sun; what doesn't evaporate seeps into the ground..."

"Bolaka's water resources are scarce, largely because our underground river has been polluted."

Lin An pondered for a moment, then gestured for Lin Ruolan to provide corroboration.

"That's right."

Lin Ruolan raised her head, her voice pleasant:

"Zombie corpses decompose quickly; they can't breed maggots."

The white-robed man heard this and was startled; he didn't expect this wild person's voice to be quite nice.

Before he could think further, Lin An waved his hand and gave the order:

"Clean it up"

"Clean it up?"

"What does 'clean it up' mean?"

Zhang Tie casually nodded, then grinned and lifted the white-robed man off the ground:

"What are you looking at?"

"That's you."

Catamite, white bone caps on his fingers.

As expected, the white-robed man has often engaged in cannibalism.

After just two questions, they want to dispose of him?

He still thought these people had come to kidnap him.

Under terror:

"Sir! Don't!"

"I have grain! I have lots of grain!"

"You killed me! My brother will definitely not let you off!"

"What do you want!? Slave, maiden? Or..."

Begging, threats.

Thoughts chaotic.

Lin An gave the order too quickly, almost giving him no time to think.

The sound was muffled in his belly.

With the crisp sound of bones, Zhang Tie walked into the toilet laughing.

"Let us go?"

"Splash—"

The toilet flushed.

"Hehe, a big change to a living person~"

After wiping his hands clean, Zhang Tie curiously looked at Lin An, who was thinking.

"Captain Lin, what are you thinking again?"

"What should we do next?"

Gao Tian followed Lin An in thinking, but after thinking for a long time he came up with no conclusion.

Lin An fell silent for a moment then let out a bitter laugh.

He did think of some things, but there were no extra clues to prove them.

Zombie corpses turn into water, evaporate, and cycle.

The zombie tide attacks like a tower defense game.

"【Amoeba Worm】 dungeon has boundaries; high altitude cannot be explored."

"Then what are the sun, stars, and moon here?"

"Is it a sticker or a 'dryer' and light bulb?"

All of the above inevitably reminded him of something common he saw at work at a pharmaceutical company before the apocalypse.

The petri dish placed in the laboratory.

This world is extremely like a petri dish used to cultivate worms.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the world outside the window.

Twilight sunset, neon lights fading.

After suppressing his thoughts, Lin An turned his head and briefly stated the next action:

"After the vole brings back the information of the Trojan envoy, we will kill him, then go see the ruler of this place, Bolaka."

"Control him, take down this safe zone."

"Then in his name find other forces, control all military power of this region."

"The rest is to summon a great army to 'attack' the city."

"If this world has nuclear weapons..."

"Bang—bang bang"

The knocking sound rang out, interrupting Lin An's words.

Outside the door, the vole looked warily around, holding a somewhat gilded invitation.