Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 200 Figure Zombie

The elevator door opened, Feinan turned the wheelchair, entered the elevator, and went down.

The little zombie was tightly wrapped and lay across his lap.

It turned its head, widened the gap in the scarf, and looked around curiously.

Ding Dong!

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor, and a young woman took a little girl into the elevator.

"Call uncle."

The young woman said with a smile.

"Hello, uncle."

The little girl gave a childish cry, and raised her head curiously and asked, "Mom, why is uncle sitting here?"

The young woman lowered her head and said, "Uncle's leg is injured, so he can only sit in a wheelchair first."

After that, she raised her head and smiled apologetically at Feinan: "I'm sorry, children are too curious, don't mind."

"It's ok."

Feinan shook his head, and moved the wheelchair back to get out of the way.

The young woman took the little girl into the elevator and pressed the door close button.

The little girl looked at Feinan curiously, then at the package on his lap, and blinked.

Suddenly, a small hand stretched out from the package, and the little girl opened her mouth wide. Before she could react, a big hand grabbed the little hand and stuffed it back into the package.

She looked up, but saw the big brother sitting in the wheelchair made a shush gesture at her.

Ding Dong!

The elevator door opened.

The young woman politely stepped aside and joked, "Gentlemen first!"

"Thank you, you are very personable."

Feinan thanked him with a smile, and got out of the elevator first.

Pointing to Feinan's back, the little girl looked up and said, "Mom, uncle has a child."

"Huh? How do you know? Have you seen Uncle?"

The young woman didn't care, and said with a smile: "Then next time you see uncle, you can invite his children to play with you!"

The little girl nodded ignorantly, looked at the direction Feinan was leaving, and sucked her thumb with relish.

"Don't move around, you should really be tied up."

Feinan drank in a low voice.

The little zombie didn't move, as if he didn't hear it, but Feinan knew that it was playing dead.

The dead play dead, this seems to be a philosophical question.

Holding such a package was still too conspicuous, so Feinan searched on the map, turned the wheelchair, and walked in one direction.

"Welcome! Boss, do you want to buy clothes for the children?"

As soon as Feinan came to the door of this Coolboy children's clothing store, the clerk greeted him graciously, helped him push the wheelchair, and came to the store.

"Oh! What's the matter, kid?"

The clerk asked with concern.

"If you are sick, you can't see the wind."

Feinan responded casually, pointed directly at the wall and said, "Take that piece, that piece, that set, that set...take it all down and let me have a look."

This is a big customer!

The clerk hurriedly took off the clothes he pointed to.

"Is there a fitting room?"

"Yes, I'll take you there."

The clerk brought him to the door of the fitting room, and asked earnestly, "Do you want me to change for the kid?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

Feinan took the clothes and went into the fitting room.

Turning on the fluorescent lamp above his head, he pulled out the little zombie's hand, and found that it didn't respond, so he took off the wrapped bath towel and scarf.

After taking the clothes and putting them on, Feinan looked around, and found that he was no different from an ordinary child except for his slightly bluish complexion, faint fangs under his lips, and black sharp nails on his fingers.

Looking at it up and down, Feinan thought for a while, then took off all the clothes on it, picked up another set, and helped it change, but was still not satisfied, so he changed another set.

The little zombie honestly let him dress up, and a smile appeared on the corner of Feinan's mouth. He actually found a little fun in playing with figurines back then.

In the end, I chose a black children's suit to put on it. The little zombie stood upright, looking like a hanger.

"Beauty, do you have gloves and masks for children?"

He asked through the door of the fitting room.

"Yes, just wait a moment."

"Get me some bigger shoes and some hats."

Feinan added a sentence.

After a while, the clerk took what he wanted and handed it over through the door.

The little zombie's nails were very sharp. Feinan put several pairs of gloves together and put them on its hands.

After helping it put on socks, a mask, a pair of children's leather shoes, and a wide-brimmed black hat on its head, Feinan took half a step back and looked at it in satisfaction.

That's right, there's something inside, this little MJ just like him!
He stretched out his hand to press the little zombie's back and pushed it forward. Its whole body tilted forward by 45 degrees. As soon as Feinan let go, it bounced back.

Haha!

After having fun, Feinan asked the clerk again, "Do you have sunglasses?"

"Have!"

Soon the clerk brought over the sunglasses again.

Feinan put it on the little zombie, looked it up and down, hey!More like it!
It's just that the braid is a bit of an eyesore, so I found a barber shop to shave it off.

Holding the little zombie between his legs, Feinan opened the door of the fitting room.

"Wow!"

Seeing the little zombie in black formal suit, black sunglasses, black leather shoes, and black hat in front of Feinan, the clerk's eyes lit up.

"Sir, you really know fashion well!"

Feinan pointed to the other changed clothes, shoes and hats behind him, and said bluntly, "I want them all, help me wrap them up."

After swiping the card and temporarily leaving the things in the store, Feinan took the little zombie out to find a place to shave its braids.

The sun was shining outside the door, and Feinan went out, but he heard the little zombie "cheep" twice, wanting to jump off the wheelchair.

Feinan looked down, but the little zombie was tightly wrapped except for the neck, which was exposed by the sun, and a red rash soon appeared.

He stepped back and hid in the shadows. Feinan opened his see-through eyes, and the energy in the little zombie's body really began to surge, converging towards his neck, and the rash gradually faded away.

This looks a bit like skin allergic to ultraviolet rays. Feinan was thoughtful, and the extraordinary creature was really interesting.

The little zombie turned his head to look at Feinan, and said vaguely, "Fuck... Dad... Hungry..."

Another wave of energy was consumed, and now the little zombie only had one-third of the energy left in its body.

"Okay, I'll take you to find something to eat right away."

Feinan took out the scarf, wrapped it around its neck, looked at the map, locked a hair salon, and went straight.

"Two handsome guys, please come in!"

A middle-aged aunt with big waves saw Feinan enter the door and said hello, "Who does hair?"

Feinan looked inward with his probe, and asked, "Is it a regular hair salon?"

"Of course it's legal!"

The middle-aged aunt gave him a blank look: "There are only haircuts here."

"That's good."

Feinan entered the door, took the little zombie by the back of its neck, and put it on the ground: "Shave off its braid for me."

He took off the scarf, hat and sunglasses, leaving only the mask, and the little zombie's head was exposed.

The middle-aged aunt stepped forward to pick up its braid in surprise, looked at it, and said with some regret: "It's such a long longevity braid, what a pity to shave it off?"

"It doesn't matter, it has lived long enough."

Feinan nodded and said, "Shave it!"

(End of this chapter)