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Chapter 20 Weird Symptoms
The male patient lying on the bed should be an internal member of the Ningchuan Branch. According to his "fuzzy facial features", he should be around 30 years old and about 1.75 meters tall. As for his figure... ...It's not easy to judge, and it can only be temporarily determined to be moderately obese.
The patient's skin tissue has undergone a wide range of abnormal changes. Eighty percent of the skin on the surface of the body is in a state of severe molting, exposing the shriveled and cracked stratum corneum. Hundreds of shriveled cracks are interconnected. The translucent yellowing human tissue fluid was constantly flowing out of it, exuding a strange smell.
Similar to the smell of human fat, some greasy, vaguely mixed with a fishy smell.
The most frightening thing was some kind of mutation on his fingers.
It seems that some kind of foreign body is growing wildly in the patient's body, like the bamboo sticks used to make paper tie in the paper tie shop, they extend from the patient's body, like bamboo shoots that break through the ground after the spring rain, and from the patient's fingers and nails. Drilled out of the gap, and through the bloody hole, these bamboo sticks extended nearly three inches long...and they were still growing.
Standing beside the hospital bed, Chen Xian could clearly hear the rustling sound in the patient's body, as if something was crawling on the bones in his body, and was constantly tearing at his muscles and skin - no, not only muscles As with the skin, the internal organs of the patient appear to be eaten by those things.
The night wind in Ningchuan is very strong, even if it is in a temporary tent, those icy cold winds will blow in from the gaps in the tent cloth from time to time.
When the night wind blew over the patient's body, Chen Xian could hear the empty sound coming from his body. The black cracks all over the patient's body were like the windows of the house that were not closed tightly when the wind was blowing.
The wind will pour in mercilessly, and in an instant, it will forcefully squeeze out of the gaps in those skin tissues, making a piercing and terrifying screeching sound, which sounds like thousands of strange voices are crying.
Lu Yisheng was right before. The patient had indeed become a "paper man". His body was just an empty shell made of bamboo sticks. The skin full of tissue fluid is still there, and those gaps are like gaps in the cracked paper shell... Even Chen Xian doubts whether this body will be ignited by an open flame like a real paper figurine?
"The patient lost his vital signs five minutes ago and he was the last person to die in this incident."
One of the staff in a white coat suddenly said, and slowly took off the mask while speaking, revealing Song Jueming's sloppy face.
At this time, Song Jueming was more decadent than what he saw in the conference room before. His unshaven face was full of extreme depression, and his voice became much more hoarse.
"Can the target attribute be confirmed?" Chen Xian glanced at him, then lowered his head and carefully observed the corpse lying on the hospital bed, "Is it caused by abnormal life or is there another reason?"
"According to the information I have obtained so far, it is impossible to determine what the target of this strange case is." Song Jueming walked to a corner and lit a cigarette for himself at a distance from the corpse.
Under the flickering firelight, Song Jueming's uncertain expression made people a little scared, as if suppressing the anger in his heart, he was silent for nearly half a minute before speaking.
"He was the only one who escaped from it and left some consciousness. He said that he saw many paper figurines inside, and those paper figurines would attack living people..." Song Jueming organized the language and tried his best to He described it carefully, "As long as a living person is attacked with wounds, even if there is no blood and only scratches, they will eventually lose their ability to move inexplicably, as if they were poisoned by some kind of poison."
Poisoned?
Chen Xian frowned, feeling that the case this time was much more complicated than he imagined, and the most troublesome thing for him was this kind of case with unclear goals.
"After inspection, there is no detectable toxin in his body, but... I found this thing in the chest cavity of the other deceased." Song Jueming said, waving to the staff next to him.
Soon, a staff member took out a glassware similar to a petri dish from a sealed safe, which contained a shriveled human heart.
The heart seemed to have become a bamboo root buried under the soil, with many milky white tentacles growing on it, as well as dozens of bamboo-like branches as thick as chopsticks.
The only place that didn't grow anything was the bottom of the heart, but it wasn't nothing there either.
There is a strange pattern, or a totem, a spell.
Structurally, it wasn't a talisman in the traditional sense. At least Chen Xian couldn't tell its origin, and even Lu Yisheng, a man in the industry, couldn't tell, because they had never seen such a thing.
"I suspect that they are under some kind of spell." Song Jueming was smoking a cigarette, his tone was very solemn, "This kind of spell can not only kill the attached host, but also has a certain infectious power."
"Contagion?" Chen Xian asked with a frown, "How is it contagious?"
Song Jueming smiled and raised his hands, motioning for Chen Xian to see the gloves he was wearing.
"If you don't take any protective measures and directly touch the bamboo sticks extending from the patient's body, even if you don't cut your skin or leave you any wounds, you will be infected." Song Jueming said, his eyes Li was vaguely frightened, "After being infected, symptoms will appear within ten minutes, and the time of death is about half an hour. Some of the first batch of investigators we arrived have already been recruited."
"Can it be cured?" Lu Yisheng couldn't help but asked, as if he was frightened by this strange disease, his face was paler than the real paper figurine.
Song Jueming glanced at him and shook his head.
"Right now we can't even slow the progression of this symptom, let alone cure it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jueming took a deep breath, his bloodshot eyes a little tired.
"As long as the patient loses the ability to move, they must not move their body. As long as they are subjected to a little force, their body will crack, and the growth rate of those bamboo sticks will also increase in an instant..." Song Jue Ming said, shaking his head as if talking to himself, "They are not saved, they can only wait to die."
Chen Xian thought for a while and asked, "The paper figures they mentioned have not come out yet?"
"They didn't come out, they all huddled in the room." Song Jueming sighed, "Twenty minutes ago, the chief of the armed forces had brought people in, and there is no news yet, and we lost contact with them ten minutes ago. It seems that the signal can be blocked here, so we don't know what's going on in the housing area now."
Tu Sen also went in?
Chen Xian was a little surprised, because under normal circumstances, members of the Armed Forces Department would not participate in the handling of unusual cases at will. Unless there is an order from the highest level for them to be dispatched, otherwise...even if the sky falls, they will not come forward. .
It's not that they are cold-blooded, it's just the rules of the Secret Service. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, this rule about the Ministry of Armed Forces has never changed.
Could it be that this case has all gone to the Beijing headquarters?
"You don't have to think about it, our rules have long since changed." Song Jueming seemed to know what Chen Xian was thinking, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "The armed members of the headquarters still follow the original rules and cannot be dispatched at will, but This is not the case with the members of the Armed Section of the branch, they can be mobilized by our Director Huo Da."
Hearing Song Jueming's words, Fatty Huo, who was standing by the door, coughed, nodded and said nothing.
Just then, there was a loud noise from outside the tent.
"Fatty Huo! Where are you?!"
Hearing this voice, Fatty Huo's expression changed instantly, and he hurriedly pinched the cigarette butt in his hand.
"Tu Sen is back, go take a look!"
Facts have proved that the members of the Armed Section are indeed not ordinary people.
Eleven went and eleven came back.
Although everyone looked exhausted and embarrassed, compared to the sacrificed staff of the investigation department, their lives were already enviable.
"Damn it! I almost fell!"
When Tu Sen saw Fatty Huo's first sentence, he was scolding the street. His face covered in sweat was filled with fear that he couldn't hide. His voice was a little more excited than before, and even the tone became much higher, like a scolding street. The shrew: "That thing can't be dealt with now, don't go in and die, wait for me to make a report to the headquarters and ask for firepower..."
"Covered by fire? Your brain was kicked by a donkey?" Fatty Huo interrupted his words, his tone became a little heavier, "This is an urban area, no matter how remote it is, it belongs to an urban area, it doesn't matter if it is a deep mountain and an old forest, you can request a large scale. The firepower coverage will do, but here...not!"
"You!" Tu Sen clenched his teeth and glared at Fatty Huo fiercely, "Do you know how difficult those things are? Our weapons made by Cote d'Or can't work against them! If we go in again, we will die! Or Said that you are going to keep people blocking this place and not withdraw it for the rest of your life?"
Fatty Huo didn't say anything, just looked at him without saying a word.
Tu Sen gasped violently for a while, his emotions seemed to calm down slowly, and he no longer shouted at Fatty Huo excitedly.
"I'm sorry... I'm a little rude..." Tu Sen sighed, "I've worked in the Armed Forces for 30 years, and I've never encountered such a strange target. No weapon can work on them. The more you kill, the less you can kill..."
Chen Xian glanced at the special rifle that Tu Sen was carrying, and then looked at the weapon carried by the man standing next to him, feeling that this case was getting more and more troublesome.
"Fuck, that's a single-soldier howitzer, right?" Lu Yisheng muttered softly, a little surprised on his face, as if he didn't expect things to develop to this point, "Is it such an exaggeration?"
His voice was so soft that even Chen Xian, who was standing beside him, could hear it a little vaguely, but Tu Sen, who was beside him, heard it, and turned his head to look at him coldly.
"As for." Tu Sen said word by word, "Do you know how many abnormal beings are there?"
Lu Yisheng shook his head cautiously and said he didn't know.
"As far as I can see, there are at least a thousand. I don't know how many are hidden in the depths of the housing area..." Tu Sen said, instinctively clenching the handle of the gun, as if recallingIn the picture of the previous battle, the expression was so gloomy that water could drip.
"If your detectives want to go in and have a look, I advise you to write down your suicide note... Don't think I'm joking, you will find death when you go in. I don't want to collect your bodies."