The end of the world is coming, and the family of three must be in order

"Xiao Ze, don't be afraid. Dad has hit someone and needs to go down to check on the other person."

As soon as Mo Biyi finished speaking, the alarm call on his mobile phone was connected.

"Hello, I'm trying to call the police and an ambulance, but someone rushed out and hit my car."

Mo Biyi spoke very quickly, and Mo Wuzhe didn't even give him a chance to speak.

If Mo Wuze remembered correctly, in his previous life, the first wave of zombies came out of the hospital.

When that man rushed out just now, Mo Wuze saw his ashen face, empty eyes, open mouth, and stiff limbs.

This is how the King of Emotional Poison enters the hospital and tortures people.

Mo Wuze heard the person on the other end of the phone asking about the patient's condition and his specific address.

Mo Wuzhe had seen how Uncle Hat and Uncle White Coat treated his father at that time, and there was always a knot in his heart.

He knew that given Mo Biyi's personality, he would definitely wait there until the ambulance and police car arrived.

Mo Wuze gritted his teeth. He didn't want to see them, so he opened his mouth and said, "Dad, that man is so strange! He stood up from the ground."

Mo Bi listened and looked forward. He didn't stand up, but his body was shaking and he looked very uncomfortable.

"Ah! Dad! It's not dead! Why is it running towards us?"

"Ah! Dad! Run! He has fangs in his mouth! Zombies! Zombies are coming!"

Mo Wuzhe yelled and screamed, and his self-directed and self-acted act scared Mo Biyi to death.

This time, Mo Wuzhe was quick to hang up the phone in his old father's hand.

Mo Biyi couldn't take care of the people outside at the moment. They had already been hit. He was not a doctor. Going down to see him could only make up for his conscience, and nothing else could make up for it.

Mo Biyi nervously touched Mo Wuze's forehead and said, "Son, what happened today? Do you have a fever? Or did dad bump into someone and get scared? Don't be afraid!!"

Mo Wuze broke free from his father's arms, "No, Xiaoze is not such a coward, Dad, let's go now!!"

When Mo Bi heard that Mo Wuze was actually thinking this, he immediately put on a sloppy face and said, "Hit-and-run is wrong. At any time, as long as you don't commit the crime first, you can make up for it by taking measures and actively admitting your mistakes."

Mo Wuzhe strongly disagreed with this statement. He understood that this was what his father was talking about human nature, but when the zombies came, the trust between people collapsed at any time.

Mo Wuze looked Mo Biyi in the eye and asked, "Dad, do you believe me?"

Mo Biyi still had a stern face. "That depends on the situation! Dad really doesn't like your behavior just now, which was almost like a prank."

Mo Wuze pouted. His father was good in every way, but he was incredibly strong on principles. His principles were simple, like those school slogans: idealistic, well-educated, able to endure hardships, and responsible...

Of course, a principled father is only a rational and normal father. Mo Wuzhe has only seen his father go berserk three times.

Mo Wuzhe didn't want to see his violent father.

Mo Wuze looked at his father and then at the person outside who was trembling and trying to stand up.

Newborn zombies are very weak, but their infectiousness is very strong. It seems that it will take some time for this one in front of me to infect others.

If I tell Mo Biyi that I was reborn, my father will probably understand that I just want to escape from my mistakes.

No matter how much you say, it’s better to see it once.

What Mo Wuzhe needs to do now is to catalyze the zombies. Instead of letting them go to the hospital and start infecting people, it is better to let his father see it clearly now.

If the adult on the phone had believed what the child said, at least the tragedy would have happened later.

Mo Biyi thought that Mo Wuzhe's silence was a reflection on himself, but he saw his son take out a pencil sharpener from his schoolbag and cut his hand with it.

"You little brat! I told you a few words and you started hurting yourself! Who taught you that?!"

Mo Biyi roared angrily in the car and pressed a tissue on his son's wound. The blood quickly dyed nearly one-third of the tissue red.

Mo Biyi was still cursing.

"Children nowadays are so precious and fragile, you can't even say a word to them!

Damn, I really owe you!

You eat my food and use my things, do you think you are putting your blood into it? It is my life!!”

Mo Wuzhe secretly glanced at Mo Biyi. His 1.8-meter-tall strong father had tears in his eyes, and he suddenly felt soft-hearted and guilty.

Mo Wuze explained: "Dad, I just want to prove that I didn't lie."

Mo Biyi glared at him, "You've got your blood to prove you're not lying. You've got it! Is your blood a lie detector? Will it write on paper that I'm not lying?"

"That's not the case." Mo Wuze muttered, "Dad, throw the tissue out later, and then we'll drive the car over there. We can park there, it's close to my aunt's house, and we can see here too. You'll get the answer later."

"Hmph! If you hurt me again without my consent, I won't give you food for three days! Press the wound yourself."

Mo Biyi said this as he put the blood-stained tissue and the blood-stained pencil sharpener into his pocket.

Mo Wuze hurriedly stopped him, "Dad, throw those away, otherwise my injuries would be in vain."

When Mo Bi heard this, he wanted to scold Mo Wuzhe again, but his eyes fell on the person lying in front of him.

The bright red blood of his son made him realize that the person who was hit was clearly wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, but there was no trace of blood on his body or on the ground.

Mo Biyi frowned and returned the items to Mo Wuzhe.

When the car approached the man, Mo Wuzhe threw something next to it.

In the gap between the two people turning around, the man on the ground moved his face closer to the paper ball, opened his mouth, put the paper and the knife into his mouth, and swallowed the items raw without any chewing.

At this moment, a mosquito swayed and trembled and landed on the man's mouth on the ground.