At Mr. Yi's invitation, the Zombie carefully carried the precious movie merchandise in his hands as he stepped into the motel. In the blink of an eye, the dilapidated motel transformed into a luxury hotel.
There was also an existence behind the counter that made the Zombie feel awkward and uneasy—an existence he feared more than any other calamity.
The manager still wore his trademark smile. "Mr. Yi actually brought such an honored guest? However, calamities wishing to stay at my establishment must go through rather complicated procedures and report to the high-rise."
"We're not staying here. I happened to run into Mr. Zombie outside. The Film Crew had some matters that delayed him quite a bit today, so I wanted to invite him to dinner.
"I wasn't sure whether the restaurants outside would suit Mr. Zombie's tastes, so I simply brought him here, Manager."
"Dinner doesn't require a report. Take the elevator beside you to the second floor, where you'll find the hotel restaurant. I'll deduct the cost directly from your Film Crew."
"Okay."
As Yi Chen walked toward the elevator, he noticed that the Zombie's movements had become unusually slow. More precisely, the activity of the virus inside him had dropped drastically.
Can the hotel's inertia suppress viral activity? No wonder the Zombie has felt so much weaker ever since entering the building... It seems this thing does have a natural enemy.
If that's the case, William was probably lying.
If he was worried that the Zombie would affect the final confrontation, he could have simply entrusted the manager with restraining him.
With its Infinite Space properties and ability to suppress viral activity, perhaps just one suite would be enough to completely isolate the Zombie.
Just as Yi Chen reached this conclusion, the manager appeared beside them at