"Pyrochemical disease?"

Greg frowned, "This name sounds uncomfortable."

Officer Michael smiled bitterly.

"That's because you haven't seen those patients who have developed the disease."

"Forget it, you will always have a chance to see them in the next few days."

Officer Michael described it.

"Have you seen dry bark? Now that group of guys are like this. They will become normal during the period when the sun sets and the sun rises. From the outside, they are almost no different from ordinary people."

"During this period, they will become quiet, have no focal length, like to bury themselves in the soil and swallow the dirt frantically."

"Many patients who were sent to the hospital on the first day choked themselves to death during the meal."

Michael has been a policeman who has worked for many years, but when he thought of the scenes he had seen, he still couldn't help but feel chilled all over.

It is not bloody or cruel, but the weirdness revealed from those patients.

When a person becomes a plant, it should be like that.

"Is the guy we just saw a patient too?"

Anderin asked.

"that……"

"It should be a preliminary infection."

A young man standing next to him suddenly spoke.

Everyone bet on him, and Officer Michael explained in time, "This is a staff member of the special military department."

"You can call me Chris."

The young man had a slight alienation on his face, and seemed a little impatient with the meeting in front of him.

"Military people?"

Andrelin didn't say anything. She looked at Chris and his companions. Because of his work nature, he had contacted many military people, but the young man in front of him did not have that special military aura.

Scattered and mysterious.

"Infect?"

The other police officers behind him noticed the word and couldn't help but speak.

"Before we came, we thought it was a neurotic drug, but no one told me that this thing would be infected?"

Neurological dupies and maintaining public order are still within the scope of work that everyone can accept, but if this thing is contagious, then everyone should think about it carefully.

"From the current perspective, this thing is indeed contagious, but it only shows contagion between relatives, and the specific transmission route has not been identified."

Michael explained.

But the police officers below obviously did not buy it.

"You are deceiving. Before you come here, no one told us this!"

"We're going back to Bay Town!"

"Let's go now!"

The crowd is excited, and many people feel that they have been deceived.

At this moment, Chris and his companions blocked the door.

"You can't go anywhere until the problem here is completely resolved."

"From now on, the entire River Valley Town is blocked by martial law and no one is allowed to leave!"

“Martial law?”

Greg's face was also very bad.

"Are we regulated?"

"You can understand this way. Just recently, the first batch of soldiers were in place. If you don't want to believe it, you can try it and see if you can leave here."

"Of course, if you are not using any means of transportation, but are planning to cross the rivers and mountains around the valley town with your legs..."

"Then you need to pray that you are not discovered after you arrive elsewhere, and of course, you also need to consider the surrounding swamps."

After saying this, Chris ignored the people in the venue and opened the door and left.

The whole conference room was quarreled, and Michael took a lot of effort to calm everyone down.

"The matter is not as serious as everyone thinks, and the specific situation is still under investigation."

"Maybe you will find a solution to the problem in a few days. I don't think everyone wants to lose their job because of this, right?"

Seeing that everyone's emotions stabilized, Michael continued to introduce.

"The onset of the disease is relatively normal at night, but when the sun rises during the day, they become extremely manic."

"It will attack anyone around without any purpose, and their bodies will also undergo a great change, and their skin will become dry and look like there is no moisture."

"During this process, if they don't hydrate a lot, their skin will quickly crack and reveal the flesh and blood below."

"Believe me……"

Michael's face looked very ugly, "You won't want to see that picture."

“No wonder it is called phytosis.”

"It's really an image."

Greg can already imagine the lesion patient.

Michael spread his hands.

"There is only one problem facing us now, that is, maintaining public order."

"So relatives and friends who have contacted the patient are ordered to stay in their rooms and not be allowed to go out. We will have temporary patrol officers checking around."

"However, due to manpower problems, there will occasionally be fish that just now slipped through the net."

"Now with your joining, the situation should be much more eased."

At this time, two staff members carried a box into the conference room.

"This is a special gun provided by the military. The target who is shot will immediately faint, and will be used to deal with the patients who are on the ill, as well as those messing around imitators."

"Imitator?"

Officer Michael nodded.

"Some people always want to take the opportunity to make trouble, some guys pretend to be sick, make some crazy moves in public, and then their companions take the opportunity to steal property."

"Don't hold back when dealing with such a guy!"

Officer Michael said gritting his teeth.

Due to environmental protection issues, many large factories were removed from Hegu Town. Although this was for the sake of residents' lives, it did cause a large number of people to lose their jobs.

Because of this problem, there was a great conflict between the local residents and the River Valley Town Government. The seemingly stable and peaceful surface of the town covers a large number of unemployed people.

It is these unemployed people that hinder the normal work of Michael and others.

Before officially starting work, Anderin and others actually obtained a special piece of equipment.

A wooden badge that exudes a special fragrance.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Officer Michael's eyes flashed, "Take it with us, it's a special custom in our local area."

At the same time, Chris, who left the conference room, also received a message.

"Mr. Chris."

A police officer came over with information, "Wolf you asked us to look for was found dead in his home not long ago."

"It's suicide."

"These are some information photos from the scene, as well as the suicide note he left."

"From the suicide note, he probably went to a dead end because of bankruptcy."

"Diet?"

Chris is a young man about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with short brown hair, ordinary appearance, but particularly sharp eyes.

"I finally found a clue from the union..."

The companions around him sighed.

"There is a demon hunter who accepted the commission from Wolf. Now these five people are missing and Wolf is dead."

"The only clue was also interrupted."

Chris clamped the information in his hand.

"Walk!"

"Go to that factory!"
Chapter completed!