However, the fat man once again surprised everyone.
He swung his body and the kitchen knife in his hand cut into his chest like lightning.
Before anyone could see clearly, the little man hanging on his back had his upper body He fell backwards out of control and was thrown away.
The whole audience was amazed.
The slow-motion replay of just now was played on the big screen.
It turned out that the fat man had just raised the knife and cut off the fingers of the little nuclear corpse on his chest like chopping vegetables.
The most amazing thing was that he himself actually cut off the fingers.
There were no injuries at all.
The camera then showed a close-up of the fingers scattered on the stage.
They were all disconnected from the joints in the middle.
It can be imagined that the fat man's skills were sophisticated, and the ancient cooks could only do this.
The little corpse rolled on the ground and stood up in the corner.
His hands, which were shortened, were all bloody, and their fingers were connected to their hearts.
Any normal person would have been rolling on the ground in pain, but "he" remained calm. , continued to show his teeth and claws, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
He couldn't help but think of what his father had said.
The vital parts of nuclear corpses were the same as those of normal people, but "their" pain was much less than that of normal people.
"They" would still die if they were fatally injured, but their counterattack before death was more difficult.
It is fierce, so in a duel with nuclear zombies, unless you cut "their" throats, you must not take it lightly.
The fat man raised his head and glanced at the timer on the screen, then suddenly lowered his hands and walked towards his opponent nonchalantly.
The little nugget bit the fat man's neck again like a wild beast that saw its prey approaching.
He noticed a pattern.
Several nuke zombies tonight also used the players' necks as their main attack point.
It seemed that even if "they" were stimulated by the blood, they did not attack wantonly, but focused on the neck, which was also normal.
A person's weakest link.
The fat man had been waiting for this moment.
He raised his hand and flashed the sword.
The little man's head tilted, and his whole body seemed to have been drained.
He suddenly fell to the ground, and a pool of blood fell from "his" neck.
The obscenity came out.
"Wow, one minute and forty-seven seconds, a very good result.
Currently ranked first.
Look at Fat Brother's knife skills.
They are clearly those of a master chef.
I have seen a video where the chef can cut with the palm of his hand.
Tofu, and our fat brother cut his fingers on his body, which is even better."
Rose gave her compliments without hesitation.
The audience at the scene felt that they still had something to say.
Fatty's performance was indeed wonderful.
The lights suddenly changed, colorful, lasers flashed, and fierce percussion sounded.
Four girls wearing only three-point suits rose up from the four corners of the stage, each taking a corner, dancing and twisting like water snakes, turning the bloody stage into a It has become a passionate stage.
When the intermission came, the audience relaxed their tension.
Some enjoyed the dance, some got up to go to the toilet, and some ate and drank.
He stretched out and touched her arm as if casually: "Auntie, doesn't it look good?"
She didn't look at him or the performance on the stage, and said calmly: "There's nothing good or bad, and I don't like watching it either."
He was wondering: Since you don't like to watch, why are you crying and shouting to come in, and making me borrow a loan shark?
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Of course he didn't dare to ask, so he had to change the subject and asked with concern: "Do you want to eat something?
You just vomited.
Romance" "You brat, didn't I just say that you are not allowed to ask why, and you are not allowed to talk too much, just focus on watching the game."
She got impatient and scolded.
He was so choked that he couldn't speak, and thought to himself: There is no competition.
Besides, if you care about me, you are wrong to care about me.
You are so kind and stupid.
He angrily ignored her and turned his attention to the stage to watch the hot dancer's performance.
To be honest, this is the first time he has seen such a performance in the real world, and he doesn't know how to fit into this atmosphere.
However, there are many scenes like this in the movies he has watched, and the audience around him is shaking his head to the rhythm. , he just followed suit.
At first he was pretending, but slowly he became more involved.
In the ten years after the nuclear explosion, he first got used to living with his father, and then got used to living alone.
However, watching the Nuclear Corpse Challenge Competition these two times made him gradually appreciate the charm of group activities.
There were so many peers around him shouting, laughing, and getting excited about the same thing.
That sense of identity and security awakened long-standing memories in his heart, which were memories of when he was in kindergarten, first grade, and second grade.
Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why survivors are so keen on this activity.
After all, humans are social animals, and living in isolation is only a helpless choice under abnormal circumstances.
She couldn't hold back her anger and touched his arm: "Doesn't it look good?"
He said nothing, nodded and shook his shoulders, squinting his eyes, looking intoxicated.
She couldn't stand his lascivious behavior and kicked him: "You're mute, speak up."
He gasped in pain and protested angrily: "Sister-in-law, it's you who told me not to speak, and it's you who made me speak.
I don't even know how to serve you anymore."
She leaned back on the chair proudly: "I'm hungry, give me something to eat."
Although he was furious, he obediently took out the compressed biscuits from his backpack and handed them to her.
He also took out a bottle of water that he had never drunk before.
He diligently unscrewed the bottle cap and waited for her to drink.
He suddenly felt that he was a bit mean. , actually enjoyed the feeling of being manipulated by her.
She seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said another word in a commanding tone: "Water"
As if he was under a spell, he hurriedly handed over the water bottle and felt ashamed of himself.
He remembered that he had never served him like this when his father was alive.
In fact, it was no wonder that he was eighteen years old.
He was the age when a boy fell in love and was living In an isolated environment, with almost no contact with women, suddenly meeting such a naughty and charming little girl of the same age, it would be strange not to be excited.
As if everything he did was justified, she took the water, without even bothering to say thank you, lifted the mask higher, raised her neck, and took a few sips of water.
He looked at the graceful and squirming curves of her neck and her fair and lovely pointed chin.
He couldn't help but swallowed and subconsciously said: "It's beautiful."
She immediately understood the meaning of his beautiful words, almost choked out a mouthful of water, stomped her feet in shame, coughed and cursed: "You little pervert, you are not allowed to peek at me, you are not allowed to peek at me eating and drinking."
He was confused by her sudden change of attitude.
He had an intuition that she wasn't really angry with him, but if she wasn't angry, why would she be calling herself a little pervert?
How could she be perverted and peek at him?
You should watch it clearly.
Besides, what’s the point of watching her eat and drink?
He was tortured by a series of questions in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask her if she was okay.
The drumbeat at the beginning of the second half saved him from going crazy.
Rose changed into a rose-colored short dress, revealing two slender white legs, and appeared on stage again: "Dear viewers, tonight there are dark clouds in the sky, and the cold wind is howling, but our arena is colorful and full of passion, and handsome guys and beauties gather together.
Do you enjoy watching the life-and-death confrontation between heroes and nuclear zombies?"
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As Rose spoke, she pinched her waist, straightened her chest and stretched her legs, striking a sexy and sultry pose.
She pointed around with her right hand, asking the audience whether they enjoyed watching the game or watching her.
A burst of frivolous whistles erupted from the audience.
"Shameless" she commented to Rose in a low voice.
"Yes, that's right."
He nodded in agreement, but he didn't agree in his heart.
Compared to the sister on the third floor, Rose was far behind.
"You're shameless."
She didn't appreciate it and took him along with her.
"Yes, yes."
Although he still didn't understand her psychology, he had figured out her weird temper and responded by being submissive.
Now, there are still two players and two nuclear corpses left, and before you know it, more than half an hour has passed.
Rose invited contestant No. 4, the only female weekly champion in this monthly competition, a big-bodied sister-in-law.
As soon as she appeared on the stage, applause erupted from a corner, and a fluorescent board was also displayed with the words "Come on, Mom".
There is also a group of relatives and friends.
When Rose interviewed her sister-in-law on why she participated, her answer was simple and touching: "I want to win a pass for next month's championship for my children so that they will no longer be hungry."
This family card was played well.
Most of the audience at the scene chose the pointed hammer, the weapon used by the sister-in-law in the weekly competition.
The next step was to choose the opponent.
The audience's choice this time was the ultimate, because the last player would The only opponent left in the showdown.
The portraits of the last two core zombies appeared on the screen.
First, he introduced the female core zombie who came back from defeat in the last weekly game.
He was watching the replay of her dramatic comeback in the game when he suddenly felt his hand being touched by the person next to him.
She held on tightly, as if she couldn't stand the stimulation of the picture.
But no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think this scene was so tragic.
Compared with the competition between the three players just now, it was simply nothing.
When the introduction of the two nuclear zombies was completed, the sound of beeping buttons sounded throughout the venue.
He was hesitant to choose which opponent for his sister-in-law, and suddenly heard her hurriedly saying in his ear: "Press 4."
His finger pressed "4" without his brain's consent before he began to wonder why she had done so.
Obviously, she didn't want "her" to meet the No. 5 contestant who was more powerful than his sister-in-law.
The doubts in his heart were getting bigger and bigger.
Why was she so interested in "her"?
Could it be that the reason she had to watch this game was Thinking about her strange words and deeds for "her", a very possible explanation is that she has some kind of relationship with "her".
Everyone knows that the relationship between survivors and nuclear zombies is very clear.
They are two different ethnic groups and are life-and-death rivals.
But when it comes to specific families, differences arise.
If a member of the family becomes a nuclear zombie, what should "his" or "her" relatives do?
This is a question that troubles survivors very much.
Perhaps, most people's choice is the same as in those zombie movies, killing relatives for the sake of justice.
But there are still quite a few people who cannot do it.
After all, nuclear zombies are different from zombies.
"They" still have human thinking and consciousness.
"They" recognize their relatives and will not eat their relatives unless they are stimulated by blood and are extremely hungry.
Only then will he attack his relatives.
Since nuclear corpses are not contagious, it doesn't matter if they live in the same room.
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He had long heard of individual survivors living outside the black market, hiding relatives who had turned into nuclear corpses in their homes, and catching hares to feed "them".
Could it be that the screams of her and "her" roses brought his thoughts back to reality.
It turned out that the sister-in-law's opponent had the result.
The audience's choice was contrary to him and her, leaving "her" to contestant No. 5.
Maybe the audience thinks "she" is more powerful.
After all, "she" is the only one among the nuclear zombies tonight who came from the weekly competition.
Let "she" have a strong showdown with contestant No. 5, and at the same time take care of the children.
Sister-in-law, why not do such a good thing to kill two birds with one stone?
As a result, her hand kept holding his hand tightly, as if he was treating him as a life-saving straw, or perhaps it was a subconscious move to relieve her inner tension.
He touched her soft and cold little hand, and still remembered the hand they held when they first met.
Of course, that was not a real hand, and he was pinched hard by her.
But this time, she took the initiative to hold hands with him.
Of course, this wasn't really holding hands, but it made him very happy.
He didn't dare to move, for fear that she would shrink back.
Although his eyes were looking at the stage, his sister-in-law's desperate fight did not enter his eyes at all.
All his thoughts fell on her holding hands with him, a kind of blood.
The intimate feeling of connection gradually spreads throughout the body, and that wonderful taste is simply unprecedented: