I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

"catch him!"

More than a dozen energy beams bombarded him at the same time. Zhang Chen tried his best to build an ice wall, but was still blown away and hit the wall.

"Cough..." He spat out a mouthful of blood, and saw in his blurred vision that the communicator was still flashing.

Beijiang is still waiting for him...

"I can't fall down..." He struggled to stand up.

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him. When he looked up, he saw Dr. Chen looking down at him.

"Long time no see, Zhang Chen." Dr. Chen said elegantly, "This time, I won't let you escape again."

A pungent aroma hit Zhang Chen's face. He wanted to hold his breath, but it was too late. His vision gradually blurred and his consciousness began to fade.

At the last moment, he saw the latest news from Northern Frontier on the communicator: "The blizzard is still going on... heavy casualties... Please return as soon as possible..."

"I'm sorry..." Zhang Chen murmured, "I might... be late..."

His body fell heavily, splashing water. Rain washed over his face and mixed with blood as it flowed into the sewer.

Dr. Chen squatted down and gently stroked Zhang Chen's face: "I finally caught you, my perfect specimen."

In the distance, Lin Xiaomo hid in the corner, watching all this, tears streaming down her face.

She knew that she had to find a way to rescue Zhang Chen as soon as possible.

Otherwise, not only him, but the entire northern border will fall into disaster...

In the rain, Zhang Chen's fallen body suddenly turned into a piece of ice crystal and dissipated.

"A trick?" Dr. Chen narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, several superpowers behind him suddenly fell to the ground and convulsed, bleeding from all seven orifices. The sweet fragrance permeated in the rain, becoming stronger and stronger.

"Dr. Chen... Dr. Chen!" A fire-type mutant shouted in horror, "What are you doing? That's one of ours!"

Dr. Chen adjusted his cuffs elegantly: "Incompetent chess pieces should be eliminated when they should be eliminated."

"You..." The superpower's eyes were red, "We always thought you were the savior, but you..."

"Savior?" Dr. Chen laughed harshly. "You are so naive."

More superpowers fell, their eyes filled with despair and confusion before they died. The faith they once followed completely collapsed at this moment.

"Stop!" A young psychic rushed forward, but was instantly knocked down by the poisonous gas.

"What a touching loyalty," Dr. Chen sneered, "but unfortunately, the world doesn't need sentimental fools."

Suddenly, a cold light flashed!

Dr. Chen dodged sideways, but his sleeve was still cut. He turned around and saw Zhang Chen appeared behind him.

"You acted well," Zhang Chen said coldly, "but it's a pity that you were too immersed in the role."

"Oh?" Dr. Chen raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"The mirror in your office," Zhang Chen said, "I saw it."

Dr. Chen's expression changed slightly.

"There are different masks in front of each mirror," Zhang Chen continued, "and notes filled with lines. You are practicing how to play the perfect leader, right?"

"Heh..." Dr. Chen suddenly laughed, "As expected of an SSS-level psychic, your observation skills are really sharp."

He took off his glasses, and his originally elegant face instantly twisted: "That's right! This is all acting! The gentle scientist, the benevolent leader, it's all an illusion!"

Chapter 705 Dr. Chen...is dead.

“You have histrionic personality disorder,” Zhang Chen said. “This kind of patient becomes obsessed with playing different roles until they completely lose themselves.”

"Lost?" Dr. Chen laughed wildly, "No, I am more awake than ever! This world is a big stage, and I am the most perfect actor!"

He tore off his coat, revealing a vest covered in needles: "Want to see the real me?"

More than a dozen drugs were injected into his body at the same time, and Dr. Chen's body began to twist and deform. His muscles swelled, his skin cracked, and his eyes turned blood red.

“Come on!” He let out an inhuman roar, “Let’s put an end to this!”

Zhang Chen took a fighting stance, but his eyes were unusually calm: "Do you think I'm here to defeat you?"

"what?"

"No," Zhang Chen raised his lips, "I'm here to hold you back."

At this moment, a huge explosion suddenly came from the direction of the laboratory.

"No!" Dr. Chen turned and ran away, "My collection!"

Zhang Chen did not pursue, but pressed the communicator: "Lin Xiaomo, are you done?"

"Yes!" Lin Xiaomo's voice came, "All the specimens have been destroyed and the data has been backed up."

"Well done." Zhang Chen looked at the fire in the distance, "Now, it's time to end this scene."

Dr. Chen knelt in front of the ruins of the laboratory, watching the "artwork" he had treasured for many years turn into ashes. He let out a shrill scream: "No! My masterpiece! My perfect collection!"

"Good acting," Zhang Chen walked behind him, "but it's a pity that the acting was too much."

Dr. Chen turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot: "You...you knew it a long time ago?"

"I knew it from the beginning," Zhang Chen said, "because a true scientist would not write an experimental record like a script."

Dr. Chen looked at the ruins of the laboratory, and the past came flooding back to him.

"You'll never be good enough!" The roar of my father seemed to still ring in my ears. "Look at your sister, she's so cute! What about you? You have a stern face all day long and can't even smile!"

Ten-year-old Dr. Chen stood in front of the piano, his knuckles swollen from being beaten with a ruler. He didn't understand why he was beaten for playing the piece perfectly.

"You need to learn how to express yourself!" His father pulled his hair. "You need to learn how to please others! With such a dull personality, how can you survive in society in the future?"

The mother was knitting a sweater nearby, oblivious to all this. She only had eyes for her younger sister, the one who would practice making cute expressions in front of the mirror.

"Mom..." he cried for help.

"Listen to your father." The mother said without raising her head. "He is doing this for your own good."

From then on, he began to learn facial expressions. Smile, sadness, anger... He practiced again and again in front of the mirror until every expression was perfect.

"You are so good," the father finally showed a satisfied smile, "Now you are like a human being."

Like a human being? He sneered in his heart. What they want is not a person, but a perfect performer.

At the age of 18, he finally had enough. When his father raised the ruler again, he poured cyanide from the laboratory into the family's dinner.

Watching them twitching in pain, he felt pleasure for the first time. The pleasure of controlling life made him addicted.

"You think you understand me?" Dr. Chen stared at Zhang Chen. "You think I'm just a lunatic?"

"No," Zhang Chen said calmly, "You are a poor man. But this is not a reason for you to kill people."

"Pathetic?" Dr. Chen laughed wildly, "I am stronger than anyone! I can be anyone! A scientist, a leader, a hero... As long as I want, I can play the role perfectly!"

"But you can never play yourself," Zhang Chen said, "because the real you died in that house a long time ago."

"Shut up!" Dr. Chen was furious and injected more medicine. "I want to show you what real power is!"

His body twisted further, and the blood vessels under his skin bulged like wriggling snakes.

"Come on!" He roared and rushed towards Zhang Chen, "Let me see how strong an SSS-level psychic is!"

Zhang Chen did not dodge or evade, allowing Dr. Chen's fist to hit his chest. His body was knocked out and smashed several walls, but he stood up quickly.

"Why...why can't you be killed!" Dr. Chen attacked frantically.

"Because I know who I am," Zhang Chen said during the attack, "and you are just a lost soul."

"Shut up!" Dr. Chen's attacks became more and more violent. "I will make you into the most perfect specimen! You will always have a painful expression on your face!"

But no matter how he attacked, Zhang Chen could always stand up again. Those calm eyes seemed to be able to see through all his disguises.

"It's time to end your performance," Zhang Chen said, "and take off your mask."

"No!" Dr. Chen shouted at the top of his lungs, "This is not an act! This is the real me!"

He raised the remote control and said, "Since you can't kill him, let the entire base be buried with him!"

At this moment, Lin Xiaomo's voice came from the communicator: "Brother Zhang Chen, the virus has been destroyed."

Dr. Chen was stunned. His last trump card was also revealed.

"It's over," Zhang Chen said, "You have no audience anymore."

Dr. Chen looked at the inoperable remote control in his hand and suddenly smiled: "Yes, it's time to bow out."

He took out the last dose and injected it into the carotid artery: "This is my last performance."

His body began to dissolve, but he still had a perfect smile on his face: "Tell me, this expression... is it good?"

Zhang Chen did not answer, but just watched Dr. Chen turn into a pool of blood. At the last moment, he seemed to see a crying little boy under the perfect mask.

The rain finally stopped.

In the ruins, only a broken mirror remained, reflecting the farewell that no one appreciated.

The southern base was in a mess after the rain, with traces of fighting everywhere. After Zhao Minghe removed the poison, he looked at everything in front of him with a complicated expression.

"Commander-in-chief," a surviving guard came running to report, "Dr. Chen... is dead."

Zhao Minghe was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "Count the casualties and comfort the survivors."

Zhang Chen stood in front of the ruins of the laboratory, flipping through the diary he found in Dr. Chen's office.

"February 2th. Today I played the role of a benevolent leader perfectly. They are so easy to fool. As long as I show a gentle smile and say a few nice words, they will trust me completely..."

"March 3, the new specimen is perfect. The expression of the mutant before his death was full of despair. This is the true human nature..."

"July 7st, Father, did you see that? I can play any role perfectly now. You said I can't express myself? Haha..."

"Brother Zhang Chen," Lin Xiaomo came over, "there's another message from Northern Xinjiang."

Chapter 706: I haven't slept for three days

Zhang Chen closed the diary: "What's going on?"

"The blizzard has stopped, but the damage is huge. Many people...frozen to death."

Zhang Chen clenched his fists: "Return to Northern Xinjiang immediately."

"Wait," Zhao Minghe's voice suddenly sounded, "Before you leave, can you tell me something?"

"what?"

"When did you discover Dr. Chen's true identity?"

Zhang Chen turned around and looked at him: "From the first time he smiled at me. That smile was too perfect, too perfect to be human."

Zhao Minghe smiled bitterly: "Yes, things that are too perfect are often fake."

"Not only that," Zhang Chen continued, "every expression and every word he said seemed to be carefully designed. It's impossible for a normal person to be so perfect all the time."

"So you fell into the trap on purpose?"

"I need evidence," Zhang Chen said, "to prove that he is the murderer who killed the superpower. And his madness gave me this opportunity."

Zhao Minghe looked up at the sky: "Xiaoyu, did you see that too? That's why..."

"Commander Zhao," Zhang Chen interrupted him, "Will the cooperation between the north and the south continue?"

Zhao Minghe was silent for a moment: "Continue. This is Xiaoyu's wish."

Zhang Chen nodded and turned to leave. Lin Xiaomo followed him, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Dr. Chen... He is actually quite pitiful."

"Yes," Zhang Chen looked into the distance, "a person who was forced to wear a mask since childhood, finally forgot who he was."

"Then let's..."

"But this is not the reason for him to kill," Zhang Chen said firmly, "Everyone has a tragic past. The key is how to face it."

The two walked to the gate of the base, where a vehicle full of supplies was already waiting.