After the Doomsday Rebirth, My Whole Family is Big Brother

Suddenly, it seemed as if the zombies in the entire building were squeezing towards this floor.

Those zombies stepped on the corpses of other zombies and rushed towards the base commander without hesitation.

Even though the lightning on the base leader's body could kill them instantly, they still didn't pause at all.

For all the zombies that rushed over, the base commander did not hesitate and simply told them to live a good life in their next life.

In less than an hour, zombie corpses had piled up to the ceiling, and countless zombies were crawling on the zombie corpses, barely squeezing through the gaps.

By the end, there were no gaps at all.

The angry roars of zombies sounded from behind the mountains of corpses.

"Quiet--"

A rough and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

This voice was like a child's voice, but it was not as clear and sweet as a child's voice, nor did it smell of any innocence.

In an instant, the angry and roaring zombies fell silent, and the building that was lively just now became quiet.

There was no unexpected expression on the base commander's face.

He has seen more than one or two zombie kings. The owner of this voice is just a high-level zombie who has just learned to speak. It does not pose any threat to him.

He raised his eyes and looked at the pile of corpses in front of him, and the corpses began to move slowly.

It's not that the corpse is moving, it's that there are zombies pulling at the zombie's corpse. It looks like the corpse is moving.

The thunder and lightning on the base commander's body was looming, and he calmly looked at the zombie corpses moving around in front of him.

After a while, a rotten head was exposed.

This is a rotten head belonging to a child, with a big smile blooming on its face, the smile almost reaches the roots of the ears, and black blood can't help oozing from the corners of the mouth.

Judging from its appearance, it was a high-level little zombie about six or seven years old.

Judging from the rotten flesh on his face, he has not yet reached the level of a zombie king.

The black gums opened and closed, and a rough and hoarse voice sounded in the quiet building.

"Do you think I look like my dad?"

The zombie child smiled at the base,

There was a hint of anger in his voice.

"I don't know your dad."

The base manager spoke calmly.

The zombie child was stunned for a moment and slowly retracted his head. The zombie body started to move again. It seemed that it was constantly looking for someone inside.

Ten minutes later, the rotten head emerged from the center of the corpse again, its rotten little hands holding the body of an adult zombie.

The adult zombies are very fat, and it is impossible for a child of six or seven years old to move them.

What's more, there are mountains of zombie corpses on top of the adult zombie corpses.

The little hands of the child zombie looked like they had no muscles and were full of rotten flesh, but their strength was frightening. He pulled out the corpse of an adult zombie with just a pull.

"Do you think we look alike?"

The zombie child grinned from ear to ear again, and his eyes were not as clear as those of a child, with a touch of bloodlust.

The reason why this child came here is because the neighbor said that he didn't look like his father, so his father came to take him for a paternity test.

It happened that the end of the world came that day, and he never returned home.

Generally speaking, after becoming a zombie, human memories will become chaotic. Unless it is something that is particularly obsessive, only those memories can be recalled after becoming a high-level zombie.

The problem of whether he looks like his father is his obsession.

A child of six or seven years old, who was innocent at first, was suspected by his father that he was not his biological child because of a neighbor's gossip.

I came to this institution out of nowhere and took blood tests...

The base commander glanced at the zombie corpse. His facial features were all rotten and his face was hideous.

You can't even tell whether they have single eyelids or double eyelids, let alone see if they look alike!

The base commander took another look at the exposed rotting head.

All that could be seen was that it was a child zombie. The eyes, nose, and mouth were all on the face, but it was covered with rotten flesh, making it impossible to distinguish.

But the base director still saw a key point: the shape of a child's face is different from that of an adult.

Children have round faces and small heads, while adults have very long faces.

Just looking at the face shape, it really doesn’t look like her biological child.

But the shape of your face cannot determine whether you are your biological child.

The base director said seriously, "This needs experimentation."

"How to experiment?"

The child zombie's voice was as hoarse as ever, but with a touch of excitement.

Obsession is also painful for zombies, especially conscious zombies.

"Paternity Testing."

The base commander pointed to the door behind him.

"good!"

The child zombie actually clicked its rotting head.

In fact, it doesn't understand what a paternity test is. It only knows that its father came here just to ask the people inside whether he is his biological child.

After the apocalypse broke out, the funniest scene took place in this well-known appraisal agency.

The base commander of the Yunhua Security Base, who was said to have the most powerful supernatural powers, was bending down and cutting off a small piece of carrion from a zombie corpse.

The child zombie without hesitation tore off a piece of carrion from his face and threw it in front of the base commander.

There was a hint of excitement in his bloodthirsty eyes.

The base commander calmly picked it up and walked towards the room.

The child zombies also prepared to follow the base director in, but were blocked by the base director.

"The family stays!"

The base director pointed to the sign at the door with a serious look on his face.

There was a moment of confusion on the child zombie's face. He glanced at the base's long fingers and swallowed.

The smell of blood from the base commander made it extremely thirsty, but it still relied on its weak consciousness to endure it.

It wants to know even more whether he is his father's son.

The child zombie roared in a low voice, suppressed the bloodthirsty impulse in his mind, and waited at the door, staring straight at the door, like a small sculpture.

The meat was rotten, but there was still DNA. The base director put two pieces of rotten meat into another machine.

Leng Yebai would never have thought that his paternity test report and the zombie's paternity test report were born in the same room.

The child zombies outside the door are waiting, and so is the base director of Yunhua Base.

They are all waiting for an identification result.

There was a soft click, and the machine containing the base commander and Leng Ye's white hair stopped working.

Before I knew it, it had been three hours.

The base commander took a deep breath and was about to walk over, but paused.

After thinking about it, the base commander picked up the white coat hanging on the side and put it on carefully.

It seems that if this is the case, the test results may become what he thought!

When he opened the machine with his fingers, the director's fingers trembled slightly.

Twenty-six years, twenty-six years of missing.

They were supposed to be a happy family of three that everyone envied, but now he was the only one waiting, waiting for a result, waiting to tell the people underground about that result.