The tomb originally had an area of about 80 square meters, but the number of zombies that had been made into specimens on the walls had reached more than a hundred. Aside from Type-2 zombies and Z-Types, there was no lack of D-Types and S-Types. Similarly, the original brick floor had been replaced by a layer of lime. Other than the pungent smell of lime, there was also the stench of corpses and the smell of disinfectant.
Standing outside the door, the light in the room did not seem strong. The kerosene lamps were not very bright, but after entering the room, it was all an illusion. At the end of the room, there were countless mirrors arranged in a disorderly manner. These mirrors used different angles to focus the light from the kerosene lamps on a single point, which was an upside-down coffin.
The upside-down coffin had been made to look like an operating table. A man wearing a white coat and a mask was busy working in the brightest spot. Under the intense light, there was an S-Type zombie that had been disassembled into pieces.
Beside the man was a small wooden shelf with a plastic tray on it. It was the fruit tray that farmers used to place melon seeds and peanuts on. The fruit tray was filled with scalpels, hemostatic forceps, and other dissection tools. There was even a small saw.
The man's identity was obvious. He was a doctor, or at least a surgeon. The doctor was wearing a mask, so it was impossible to see his face clearly. His white coat was covered with all kinds of stains, and a pair of thick round-framed glasses blocked his eyes. His forehead was also unclear, and his long hair, which seemed to have not been trimmed for half a year, was like a mop without a wooden handle that was placed upside down on his head.
Why a mop?
Because his hair looked very dirty. It was not a normal kind of dirty. It looked like it had not been washed for many years. His hair was knotted into strands, like a mop hanging on his forehead and eyes. The doctor also felt that his hair was very annoying. From time to time, he would fling his hair to the side and then continue working until his hair hung down again.
Although the doctor would sometimes argue with his hair, which looked very funny in the eyes of others, Uncle Yun and Yutou did not dare laugh. They stood not far from the doctor and endured the churning of their stomachs, waiting for the doctor to finish his work.
The doctor was very focused.
He did not know that there were two men standing next to him. All his attention was on the dismembered corpse under his knife. The two men did not dare to call him and just waited silently.
The doctor they called the secretary was not the original secretary. The doctor was brought back by them, or more accurately, picked up by them. They did not know where this person came from.
They found him on the side of an overturned car on the side of the road. At that time, he was unconscious, holding a scalpel in his hand. There were five zombies lying beside him. These zombies were not killed in one blow, but were slowly killed by someone using a scalpel to cut off their body parts piece by piece. So, none of these zombies were complete.
Seeing the zombies, the people who saw him sucked in a breath of cold air. How could they not know the horror of zombies? Not to mention five zombies, even if there were two, they might not be able to kill them alone. But this man did it, with just a scalpel, a scalpel that was not as powerful as a wooden stick.
The people in the village were simple, they respected all those who had the ability. Moreover, this skinny young man had done something that none of them could do. This young man was obviously strong. In the post-apocalyptic world, strong people would never be afraid of not having a place to eat.
Ever since the doctor joined them, everyone discovered that the doctor was different from the others. He would never kill zombies with one slash, he would slowly cut off the zombies' muscles and skin bit by bit, slowly teasing the zombies, and carefully observe them. In the end, the zombies would only be left with their skeletons, unable to support their bodies anymore and falling apart.
The doctor's strange behavior made everyone stay away from him. They were afraid that one day he would cut them into pieces. The doctor did not care, he was not a person who liked to communicate. Compared to communicating with people, he was more willing to study zombies.
There were more than 200 of them, and they were all villagers from the surrounding villages. The unique custom of the villagers made them stick together. Their leader was the party secretary, not the original one. The original one had died a long time ago. In their opinion, the only person who could control them was the party secretary, so their leader could only be called the party secretary.
The secretary was killed by the army. They found a convoy of a few hundred soldiers sitting in a military vehicle heading towards WH City. The secretary thought that his group was saved. Decades of education let them know who was the closest to them, who were their soldiers. When they saw the soldiers, they were excited.
Just when they were shouting to welcome their loved ones, the doctor, who had never spoken before, spoke. He said that in the current world, the soldiers were unreliable, the government was unreliable, and the country was unreliable. They should be more careful and cautious.
No one listened to him. He was just an outsider. Although he was capable, that was all there was to it. The secretary was dead, and his skull was blown off by the bullets. Half of the villagers were dead. Amidst the deafening gunshots, countless bullets whizzed past them and created layers of blood mist. The blood mist blocked their vision. They fell to the ground powerlessly and looked at the soldiers on the military vehicles with cold faces. They didn't know why they died.
The death of more than a hundred people was just a small interlude to the soldiers. They did not even get out of the vehicle. They just whizzed away, leaving behind a pool of blood and dying civilians struggling in the pool of blood.
Out of the two hundred people, eighty had died. The remaining half had gunshot wounds. Just when everyone was in despair, the doctor appeared. He used his medical skills and some unimaginable methods to save a total of 27 people.
In the absence of medicine and equipment, he saved 27 of the 40 injured. At this moment, all the survivors automatically recognized his identity as the party secretary. No one was dissatisfied, and no one objected. Just like that, an outsider became their party secretary.
After the doctor became the secretary, he did not pay much attention to the responsibilities of the secretary. The only thing he did was to bring the villagers to move from the surface to the underground and build a laboratory. He divided the rest into several areas. He found a few pleasing people to be in charge of one area each, while he continued to study his zombies.
Usually, no one would disturb the secretary unless there was something important. Just like now, the army came again.
"Crack … crack … bang …" A piece of skull was broken off by the doctor. A pungent black blood flowed from the zombie's head onto the operating table. The doctor casually threw the bone in his hand into the wicker basket beside his feet. He slightly shook his long hair that covered his eyes. When he looked up, he saw two men, one big and one small, standing obediently at the side.
"What's the matter?
Who died this time? "
The doctor said coldly. He took off the rubber glove on his hand and threw it on the wooden shelf beside him. He then found his glass of water and stood in front of the operating table with a pungent stench and drank water.