My Girlfriend is a Zombie

Under a black sky, there lies a city completely devoid of life.

Many figures wander the desolate streets as if devoid of consciousness, slowly roaming and threading through countless obstacles.

Suddenly, they all turn simultaneously in one direction, where a towering skyscraper reaches into the clouds…

“He still isn’t coming to find me, huh…”

A murmuring voice rises in the darkness, accompanied by countless blood-red threads swaying gently.

In the dark, these threads seem to contain a kind of luster, giving off a chilling aura with every movement.

At the end of each thread, there are figures connected…

These figures, with their eyes tightly shut, each have a thread tied to their Hindbrain.

With each utterance of that indifferent voice, the figures shudder slightly.

“He’s still not coming…”

As the voice speaks again, a figure on the seventh floor suddenly trembles.

“Why won’t he come…”

This figure slowly opens her eyes, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes that are vacant and doll-like.

“Well… I’ll come to you then…”

Finally, a hint of emotion emerges in the voice, and as she finishes speaking, the lifeless mascot gently falls from mid-air.

The red threads snap, and the mascot remains motionless, swaying slightly.

The click-click of light sounds emanate from all over her body, and the broken thread eerily retracts back into her Hindbrain.

As the thread completely disappears into her Hair, a cruel glint appears in the mascot’s eyes.

“Seek…”

The mascot rasps out a few words, then turns her head mechanically: “Seek…”

Back on the streets, all the figures slowly divert their gazes.

However, some of them turn their attention to nearby buildings. If there were any humans around, they would hear sounds emanating from these buildings…

“Crackle, crackle…”

It’s as if someone is slowly scratching at glass with their nails, or perhaps slowly chewing on something…

In the night, these buildings emit a terrifying aura that repels any onlookers…

“Hey, are you still waiting there?”

Ling Mo had just clambered out of the restroom and was now pressed against a corner of the wall, staring incredulously at the silhouette of a woman hiding around the corner of the corridor.

“You’re dressed like an office worker, yet you moonlight as a stalker quite adeptly…” Ling Mo felt somewhat helpless; the woman had been following him for three minutes, forcing him to make an emergency escape. Despite his efforts, she seemed relentless and continued to wait outside the restroom.

“Thankfully, there was a window… Although climbing out was a bit awkward, it’s better than being followed continuously. Now that I’ve shaken her off, I can focus on gathering intelligence, especially anything concerning Chief of Staff Wang…”

Rubbing his temples, Ling Mo took one more glance at the woman before preparing to walk away.

But as soon as he turned around, he froze in place.

A sudden, intense sense of danger enveloped him.

“How could this be…”

Just as Ling Mo stood there, dumbfounded, a voice spoke up: “What a coincidence.”

The speaker was none other than Secretary Yang, the woman who had been following him…

But what stood out was that she was now right in front of Ling Mo, casually arranging her hair with a calm demeanor…

“What coincidence!” was the only thought echoing in Ling Mo’s mind.

However, his reaction, observed by Secretary Yang, left her shocked and even confused.

“How can he remain so calm? Not just his facial expression, but even his gaze hasn’t changed a bit! Could I have been wrong? Did he not notice me just now? But if he didn’t notice me, why would he sneak away?”

Secretary Yang watched the “Captain” with a complex expression, trying to decipher something from his face.

But to her disappointment, there was nothing; the Captain appeared entirely proper, not even glancing aside, his complexion unchanged…

“It’s impossible… even my movements can’t elicit a reaction from him?” Secretary Yang paused, her hand frozen in the act of tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “That look in his eyes, it’s just like he’s looking at cabbage… I may not be especially beautiful, but the world is short on women right now! And yet, he shows no response at all…”

Her actions were intended only to provoke some emotional response, but… there was not even a flicker of change in his demeanor!

However, unbeknownst to the shocked Secretary Yang, Ling Mo had no reaction because he was still dazed!

As for his lack of facial expressions, that was a problem with no solution…

But Ling Mo quickly regained his composure, and as he did, he also devised a strategy.

“Secretary Yang, you are clever,” he said with a nod.

“Just call me Yang Mei,” she replied, pushing aside her confusion.

“Oh, you seem quite reasonable to talk to; a person of quality…” Ling Mo thought to himself, though his face remained expressionless; in fact, he couldn’t move it. “Well, I’ll leave you to it then, I must be going…”

That was his strategy: to remain taciturn before the other party could press him further. If she continued to push, he might have to resort to using his “emergency escape” tactic again… although, that would be a waste of time.

And the longer he delayed, the more mutated his body became, making it uncertain whether the Master Ball could completely suppress the look in his eyes… In fact, the reason his eyes appeared black was due to the Master Ball’s tentacles, which had penetrated his eyes and were continuously absorbing the virus. Should the amount of virus exceed the absorption rate of the Master Ball, his exposure was imminent.

Yang Mei was surprised by Ling Mo’s absolute calmness. She was about to nod in agreement when she suddenly changed her mind, “I have an issue here…”

“Oh…” Her words trailed off, but Ling Mo suddenly seemed to understand and began rummaging through his belongings.

This left Yang Mei stunned; she stared at Ling Mo’s actions, unable to help thinking, “I haven’t even said anything yet! What on earth are you trying to do?”

A few seconds later, she widened her eyes as she focused on what was in Ling Mo’s hands…

“Here, take this,” Ling Mo said earnestly.

Yang Mei fell silent, staring blankly at the pack of toilet paper in his hand…

At first, she wanted to ask what he was doing. But soon enough, she understood his intentions.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The restroom was just down the hall.

“But how could he think I came here to ask for toilet paper?! And he handed it over so easily-does he really believe I’d do something that embarrassing? What kind of normal girl would ask a guy for toilet paper?!” Yang Mei felt a wave of frustration rise up inside her. And yet, the man in front of her still had that stoic, expressionless face, looking as if he were completely serious…

“Are you… are you seriously gay?!”

She finally screamed her speculation internally.

Outwardly, though, she managed to restrain herself and said, “That’s not what I meant…”

“Oh… Got it. I’ll be on my way, then,” Ling Mo replied, putting the toilet paper back.

“…” Yang Mei was utterly speechless again. A wave of irritation surged within her.

This guy… he’s so infuriating!

But Ling Mo couldn’t have cared less. Whether it was this woman from Falcon or even Su Qianrou standing there, his attitude would have been the same. After all, the one being hated… was the captain.

“Even though it’s just my head that’s mutated, my olfactory system has already been enhanced. But still, all I can detect is that she’s been following me-I can’t figure out how she managed to get behind me just now. And judging by what she just said, she doesn’t seem particularly interested in this captain. In fact, they don’t seem to know each other at all… For someone to suddenly develop an interest in a person they don’t care about, there’s got to be something going on…”

As Ling Mo walked away, these thoughts churned quickly in his mind.

That uneasy feeling he’d been getting from her-it was starting to make sense step by step.

“She’s observing me…”

As the sentence formed in his mind, Ling Mo moved decisively, striding quickly out of sight.

Yang Mei stayed where she was, watching Ling Mo’s retreating figure with an exasperated expression. After a moment, she finally picked up her communicator.

“Who’s on patrol today?”