Donghaan threw the communicator on Mato, returned to the seventh floor, went to the door of his house, and wanted to go in. In the end, he didn't, so he just took out the wet and smelly shirt left at the door.
Even in an absurd and twisted dream, Dongfan knew that he was slowly being separated from the world he was familiar with. What he worried about and feared before was certainly being torn apart; but what he had hoped for and longed for in the early stage seemed to be no longer with him.
Gradually it loses its color and meaning.
After closing the two-layer iron door, he walked back to the stairwell. He glanced at Mato's body from a high position and did not pass him again. Instead, he walked up the stairs, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.
About two or three minutes later, the boat with the engine turned off arrived downstairs. The people on the boat, armed with guns and sticks, stepped on the garbage and excrement on the stairs to urinate. But it was on the middle platform of the sixth and seventh floors that they saw Mato
's corpse.
Several people suddenly became nervous. Then they looked at the area outside the entrance door on the seventh floor, which was only ten steps away. They couldn't see clearly through the corner. They couldn't figure out what was going on, so they flinched for a while.
After a few more minutes, the talkative "big brother" came up holding his nose and asked his subordinates to take control of the seventh floor door and search the stairwell of this building to make sure that the target had probably run away, and then arranged
The person inspected the wounds on Mato's body, while he held the small communicator and made a judgment:
"Obviously, this idiot was not careful and was discovered by others; or he was confused and wanted to do it by himself, so as to scare the snake... The possibility of Dongfan staying in the house is too small, he must have run away."
The people under his command had already seen the unwillingness of the elder brother, and sighed in agreement: "This guy is indeed stupid, but that Dongfan is just a fish that slipped through the net. How can we have such a big battle?"
"The problem is that he is the only one. This time, Metal Wild has cleared everyone from the middle level to above, so why should he be left out? Dong Biao has obsessive-compulsive disorder, well, he is a perfectionist."
As he said that, "Big Brother" curled his lips again: "I heard that Dongban is in contact with the Copper Rust Group. Although the White Copper Technology has shrunk, the vitality of the other side has also been hurt, but we can no longer give them the illusion that they can breathe... Okay, let's go.
! Before I left, I smashed the door and the inside as well."
The subordinates were confused: "Aren't we still here to fish?"
"Silly guy, he has already bitten the hook and unhooked it. Will he come back? It's okay to come back. Just do it and let him know that what happened to 'Metal Wild' will be what happened to him..."
"Big brother" couldn't stand this dirty environment, waved his hand, turned around and left.
But at this time, he heard a sound that was difficult to describe.
It wasn't just him, everyone in the stairwell from the sixth floor to the seventh floor more or less heard it. Those who were closer could still vaguely recognize that the sound came from Mato's corpse.
"His stomach is moving!"
A certain boy who was suppressing his nausea and looking through the body screamed. Amidst the frightened shouts, he couldn't maintain his balance and fell backwards. He sat on the excrement behind him. However, he ignored this and continued to move back. As a result, he bumped into his own house.
The elder brother hit his calf and knocked the latter staggering.
"Big Brother" didn't care about this. He stared blankly at Mato's body that had turned over and lay flat on the stains of feces and urine. He looked at the man's shriveled abdomen, where it was squirming wildly and stirring, as if his intestines were rebelling.
It seems like there are huge snakes and insects, with distinct roots, biting each other...
The next second, they burst out of their belly.
There are countless terrifying snakes and insects, with a pink and white background, circles of dazzling rings, and blood and mucus attached. The tips are like wings or arrows. They grow long when exposed to the wind, expand rapidly, and bloom on all sides.
Although Mato had died long ago, he still had his eyes open. When his stomach exploded, a stream of air came out of his throat, making a hoarse sound, as if to say:
"Hungry!"
About eight hours later, another group of people came to the same stairwell, and they still complained when they came in:
"What the hell is this scene? I just said that we should let the Second Department come."
Ying Xiong, director of the Mobile Division 1 of the District High Energy Center, is wearing a fully protective combat suit, and his whole body is not exposed to the air at all. He can step into this place and still feel uncomfortable. Garbage, feces, urine, mosquitoes, flies, snakes and insects are actually nothing.
He has seen a lot of bad situations, but scenes like this don't happen every year.
The setting sun shone slantingly, bypassing the building, and casting a blood-like light on the large sewage outside. The light refracted in, and it seemed to be the most appropriate color at the moment: bodies with broken intestines, riddled with holes, and even
Partially melted corpses are scattered in various areas of the stairwell. The stiff and twisted body postures, as well as the residue of despair on every face, make this place vaguely become some kind of surreal exhibition hall. For a moment, it is difficult to tell whether it is real or not.
The body is still an overly lifelike statue.
"Why did it melt?"
Everyone who comes to the scene will have such questions.
This kind of "melting" is somewhat similar to the autolysis of corpses, but the first autolysis should be the internal organs. It is not like the corpses in the stairwell. Some of the limbs and bodies seem to be burned candles, completely losing their due.
structure, melting and condensing.
"How's it going? Did you find anything?" Ying Xiong asked the forensic doctor at the scene.
Forensic doctors are still working on a corpse: "Most of the corpse has abdominal distension and cracks, some are in the chest, and a very small part is in the brain. There is biological mucus attached. The parasites inside the corpse are sampled and the activity is extremely high..."
"I don't want to listen to your technical analysis. Let's be clear."
"This analysis has not yet reached the technical stage." The senior forensic doctor who came to the scene didn't even raise his head. He came back and sighed, "The blood moon hook capture should be correct this time. It is most likely a high-energy event. We suspect that
, it’s the parasites in these people’s bodies, to be precise, it’s the lumbricus-like nematodes that rebel..."
"What the hell?"
"It's just roundworm! I'm a technician, can't I just give you the scientific name?" The forensic doctor was interrupted and became very irritated.
Ying Xiong immediately laughed: "Teacher Fu, don't mind. I'm just curious. Do these people have roundworms in their bodies?"
"Isn't that strange? In today's world, you know that it's okay in the city, but the public health work in the suburbs is terrible, and there are floods, and the sanitary conditions cannot be guaranteed."
The rich forensic doctor complained a few words, and then quickly returned to the topic: "We initially suspect that these roundworms obtain abnormal energy support from their bodies, grow rapidly, tear the body, and are very lethal. Normal roundworms grow to 4.50 centimeters in height.
Oh my God, the diameter is 0.5? I don’t remember the specific number, but you can tell by looking at the injuries at the scene.”
He pointed to a corpse riddled with holes on the middle platform: "Most of the relatively simple penetrating wounds on it, with mucus and excrement attached, are the result of being attacked by this super-giant roundworm. The diameter of the wound exceeds 7 centimeters.
, the thickness of an adult’s wrist, and then pierced at least twenty holes in this person’s body, which is equivalent to being stabbed twenty times in a row with a palm knife... so the chest, abdomen, and head were basically punctured.”
Ying Xiong also had a lot of experience at the scene, so he grunted: "But it seems that this unlucky guy's abdomen was not just stabbed."
"That's right. Because this kind of puncture attack not only delivers damage, but also seems to deliver the special ability to absorb and grow abnormally, so the roundworms in the attacked person's body will instantly grow and expand and then burst out of the body, causing a series of corpse explosions...
…”
Ying Xiong imagined that scene and grinned. Of course, no one could see it now.
Forensic doctor Fu continued: "Of course, the transmission lines we have learned so far are not very clear, except for the point where the outbreak first occurred. It was Corpse No. 1... There was a knife wound on the back of the neck, which went straight into the medulla oblongata, killing him with one blow. It should be
He slipped from the foyer on the 7th floor and there were signs of turning after his death. It seems that when other people around him were checking, he suffered a 'bang', which caused his stomach to break open and a thousand arrows to pierce his heart."
"Well, it can be explained. But what about those super giant roundworms? They didn't leave any traces at all. After killing people, they all went into the sewage below? Also, why do these people have more or less '
There are traces of melting, and it doesn’t quite coincide with the location of the fatal injury?”
"Melt is the rapid breakdown of body tissue structures...well, we're still investigating."
"Let's not talk about this first, let's talk about 'serial corpse explosion'." Ying Xiong made a simple reasoning, "Is it possible that the person who killed Corpse No. 1 buried this hidden mine in his stomach?"
"It's possible, but it's only one of the possibilities. It's also possible that this stairwell has been arranged to become a ritual scene. Anyone in this area will be affected. It's just that it will be slightly different depending on the sensitivity of the individual's body.
Differences in sequence.”
"Just the stairwell?"
"Currently, there are no abnormalities among the other residents in this building, except for excessive weakness and malnutrition."
"Is it also caused by roundworms?"
The rich forensic doctor replied angrily: "I'm hungry."
Ying Xiong complained: "The murderer is really kind-hearted.
The rich forensic doctor chuckled: "Maybe it's true. With such powerful power and pollution, the people separated by the wall are all fine. There must be no roundworms in those residents, right? If there is a murderer..."
But soon, he gave another possibility: "If this is just a local burst of high-energy tide, it is possible that a certain roundworm has special powers."
Ying Xiong shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, 99% of the time there is a murderer in this case. Otherwise, there is no way to explain the meaning of these powerful social people gathering in this community building that has been sealed by floods for almost half a month...
...Well, there is news from the Piao Gang."
"Then you're busy." Forensic Doctor Fu ignored the other parts of the case and continued to lead his men to examine the body.
Ying Xiong walked out of the crime scene to answer the phone, but not long after, he came back and greeted: "Teacher Fu, please arrange your people to clear the 7th floor first, and let's go into 701 to have a look."
It's not surprising to the rich forensic doctor. There have been a lot of scene traces that show that the owner of 701 is suspected of committing a major crime. It is good to be able to immediately identify the suspect and help them solve a lot of unnecessary work.
The High Energy Center never needs much evidence chain support to do its work. As long as it is determined that the murderer is indeed an enhancer and has relevant powers, there will be a mature and fast process that goes beyond the existing legal system.
Anyway, this colonial legal system itself is a joke.