Zhou Yilu gasped: "You mean...their intelligence has not completely degenerated?"

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes: "At least, he will imitate."

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Whether it is climbing on the bed sheet or the breathable window, they have done it, and then the zombies followed. Qi Yan's reasoning cannot be refuted. Although the breathable window in the toilet is much shorter than that of Qi Yan, it is estimated that zombies do not need to get up. But even a simple climbing imitation is enough to make people desperate.

"I have a problem," Song Fei raised his hand, "Well, did you lock the screen when you threw your phone down?"

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment. Originally, the conditioned reflex thought that Song Fei wanted to make trouble, but after hearing the problem, he probably understood his doubts and replied seriously: "It's locked, but it may be possible that the song will be paused by mistake in the lock screen state."

Song Fei: "Then was the screen still on when you were picked up by us?"

Qi Yan was silent for a long time, and slowly shook his head: "No, the screen is already black."

Song Fei: "So you must first touch the home button by mistake and then touch the pause button by mistake and stop the music."

Qiao Siqi: "And I have to hold it in my hand with a curiosity, climb into the breathable window, sit on the toilet and continue researching."

Zhou Yilu: "Can you two stop talking? I'm cold..."

Lin Dilee: "Maybe it's a coincidence. We can't scare ourselves."

"Or," Song Fei tilted his head and thought, "They still have some remaining bodies...what is that called, muscle memory? For example, when we touch our phones now, we will definitely move our fingers and unlock the screensaver without using our brains. Will they do the same?"

"It may also be memory," Qi Yan looked at Song Fei and discussed it seriously with him for the first time. "Since their intelligence has not completely deteriorated, at least they have residual imitation ability, it is possible that memory is also preserved."

Song Fei kept nodding, but avoided Qi Yan's gaze and pretended to be diligent in recording it.

Or, really hardworking?

Qi Yan could no longer judge. This was not Song Fei he was familiar with, nor was he familiar with the way he got along. Although they broke up in name, the ambiguity that only each other could feel was never broken from beginning to end. It was this feeling that made him never really think that they would break up.

Song Fei likes himself, Qi Yan knew clearly. Even every touch of Song Fei was seen, and he was willing to take the bait because he liked it too. He was a person who liked it in everything, and feelings were no exception. When Song Fei said that he was a little confused when he broke up, but after a few rounds, he knew that the man was just a tantrum and could not be cruel.
Chapter completed!