Chapter 203: The Intelligence of Zombies Has Degenerated Greatly
Chapter 203: The Intelligence of Zombies Has Degenerated Greatly
A few zombies are attacking the flower wall, but most of the ones in the hall are focused on the car in the showroom where Liu Yuan, Yun Tao, and Hengheng are hiding.
Once zombies lose their target by sound, those with an awakened sense of smell become far more important. On Anran’s side, the overwhelming scent of flowers completely masks any human presence, while on Yun Tao’s side, the intense smell of blood draws the olfactory zombies toward them. These zombies swarm the car showroom, climbing up and down the vehicle, desperately searching for a gap to attack.
Among the sea of zombies, Anran suddenly notices something strange—a group of them has formed a circle. Sitting astride the flower wall, she can’t see what they are surrounding at first. But when she looks closer, she realizes that they are gathered around... Doll’s used diaper.
One zombie has the urine-soaked diaper stuck to its face and is spinning in circles, letting out urgent, hungry cries. It can clearly smell human scent, but despite it being right on its nose, it can’t find anything to bite.
Anran finds the sight unexpectedly amusing. She must have thrown Doll’s diaper right onto the face of an olfactory zombie. Now, the confused creature is calling out to its kind, unintentionally leading a large number of zombies into an endless loop around it.
As a result, fewer zombies are attacking the flower wall.
It seems that the intelligence of these zombies has truly degenerated. In this mall, an olfactory zombie with a diaper on its head has not only failed to help locate human prey but has instead become an accidental ally—distracting a whole horde of zombies. Apparently, dealing with these olfactory zombies is quite simple. A mere diaper is enough to control them.
Unless a visual zombie appears—one that can directly lock onto its target—Anran figures she can keep using this trick to divert the zombie siege.
With a plan forming in her mind, she glances down at Little Mint, who is standing under the flower wall, looking up at her with Doll in her arms.
“Mm-hmm ahh, mm-mm~~~”
Doll suddenly makes a sound. Anran has no idea what this bare-bottomed little girl is trying to say. Doll’s eyes are fixed on the large crystal chandelier overhead—perhaps she isn’t even talking to Anran. Maybe she’s complaining about not having a diaper, about how uncomfortable the cold air feels on her bottom. Whatever the reason, Anran doesn’t understand.
She smiles at Doll, then bends down to pull the ladder up onto the flower wall. Placing it down, she measures the distance. The ladder is just long enough to reach the second floor, even extending slightly past the guardrail—but it is incredibly unstable resting on the flower wall.
She needs to secure it.
Her sharp eyes flicker with thought, and then, without hesitation, she raises her voice to attract attention.
"Hey~~~!"
Immediately, every zombie in the hall turns to her, rushing toward her location—including those surrounding the car showroom.
Anran does nothing to stop them. Instead, she focuses on gathering crystal cores from the flower wall. Together with Little Mint, she digs them out from the tangled green branches and leaves, feeding them to the lilies. The more cores the lilies absorb, the more active they become.
And as more zombies approach the flower wall—more of them will be devoured.