Chapter 722: She Has a Pair of Zombie Parents (18)

Chapter 722: Chapter 722: She Has a Pair of Zombie Parents (18)

"Can you write?"

The zombie boy tilted his head and stared at Qiann Yan for a while. The apocalypse had indeed changed many things; this little girl was cool like a little adult.

He nodded; of course he could.

Qiann Yan flipped the notebook to the last few pages and handed it, along with a pen, to the zombie boy: "Then let’s talk."

The zombie boy grasped the pen and the notebook, and Qiann Yan noticed his movements were quite smooth, likely not of a low level.

Indeed, in the original owner’s memory, this boy was eliminated a few years later.

If she hadn’t encountered him, he would still escape, which suggested he had some strength.

The original owner knew about this just because she was one of the rare Light Ability Users, holding a certain status within the base, allowing her access to many secrets.

The matter of the zombie boy was one of them.

This had never been made public; if it were revealed, it would certainly harm the base’s development.

Qiann Yan was pondering one thing: he’s already become a zombie; why is he still obsessed with researching a cure to eradicate the apocalypse virus?

When attacked by humans, he doesn’t fight back, only escapes.

Is it true that people with strong obsessions retain their human consciousness after becoming zombies?

The zombie boy had already handed the notebook to Qiann Yan, with two words written on it: Dou Huai.

Qiann Yan: "..."

She turned her head to stare at the zombie boy; good choice of identity, probably agreed to fulfill the original zombie boy’s dream, right?

His dream was to research a solution for the apocalypse virus and end the apocalypse.

At least from the original owner’s memory, it seemed that way.

Dou Huai was puzzled, why did this little girl look at him strangely, could it be that she knew him?

But he rarely went outside and didn’t recall knowing her.

Besides going to school, he spent more time doing research with his parents, possessing talent in this area since childhood.

"Dou Huai?"

The zombie boy nodded steadily, then stared at her without moving, obviously asking her name.

"Ruan Qianyan."

Qiann Yan’s gaze landed on the bulging bag beside him: "What are these? You’ve become a zombie, why do you carry these things to escape?"

Dou Huai wrote in the notebook:

[Medicine, data.]

[Research apocalypse virus, eradicate.]

[End the apocalypse.]

[Restore to before.]

Writing up to this point, he paused, then resumed writing after a while:

[Dad and Mom’s dream, my dream.]

At this point, Dou Huai fell silent, staring at the notebook in a daze, seemingly lost in some memories.

"Humans will fear you."

"They’ll kill you when they see you."

"They won’t trust you."

"Even if they believe you can do it, they’ll choose to imprison you, use you to develop the virus cure, then destroy you."

Qiann Yan’s voice interrupted Dou Huai’s musings. He slowly lifted his head, then quickly bowed down again to write in the notebook:

[Dad and Mom’s dream, my dream.]

[End the apocalypse.]

[I don’t like the present.]

The apocalypse was where the tragedy began.

Even if he’s become a zombie, he still hopes the world can revert to before.

He’s not intentionally trying to save humanity; he finds the apocalypse terrible, not meant to exist.

How humans will treat him—or want to treat him—he hasn’t thought deeply about. Researching a cure for the virus is his parents’ dying wish, and his dream too.

She might not quite understand.

No matter, her acceptance of his existence is already the best attitude he’s received since the apocalypse began.