Lin Li waved his hand, attracting a few 'glances' with his unobtrusive words.
Soon, the nearby zombies, as naturally as before, began an endless cycle of stopping just short—
F*ck, it's a human, tasty ლ(´ڡ`ლ) — (getting closer, distance less than three meters) F*ck, it's one of us, boring — (walking away, distance more than three meters) No, wait, it's a human, tasty ლ(´ڡ`ლ) in an infinite loop.
Time to test the ability.
Anyone who's studied science knows you need to eliminate all interference during an experiment.
For example, during a rectal examination, if there's a doctor named Wang Ze, and he pulls down his own pants while you're doing yours, don't worry; it's just Wang Ze showing you the control group. No harm intended.
In short, to exclude other zombies' interference during the test, Lin Li found a slightly open street corner and settled in with three zombies.
Also counts as a private meeting with zombie fans, really not a good idol.
