Finally got what you need, and this trip is not a loss.

Fu An'an looked at a person next to him who was rushing with mineral water, "Brother Qiang." ”

Brother Qiang was hit by the rotting corpse, and at this time he was nauseous, and he just wanted to wash away all the smell around his nose, and asked absentmindedly,

"What's wrong?"

"I also need a more intimate place."

The hotel is full of surveillance, and it is difficult to hide when you go back with a few corpses.

Brother Qiang: ......

Half an hour later

Brother Qiang's cottage was requisitioned.

Several corpses were scattered in the living room, and Fu An'an held a knife in his hand, looking at the corpses on the long strip table and thinking about where to start the dissection.

"Are you sure, old girl?"

Brother Qiang's eyes showed strong suspicion, "This is a kitchen knife you are holding." ”

Fu An'an sighed, "Yes, do you have an opinion on kitchen knives?" ”

"No, I just think it...... Not quite right. ”

Brother Qiang expressed his opinion euphemistically, he thought that this little girl was a professional.

Fu Anan looked at Brother Qiang, who was five big and three thick, and then looked at himself who was weak and small, then nodded and agreed with him.

"It's quite inappropriate, Brother Qiang, come here."

Brother Qiang took the kitchen knife in confusion, glanced at Fu An'an, and then looked at the corpse he carried back with his own hands, with mixed feelings.

A corpse was dissected.

When you uncover the human skin, there's a monster inside.

The dark red ring-shaped tentacles run from the mouth to the throat and all the way to the esophagus. Even touching the hand is an irregular lump of flesh that is completely different in color from the tentacle when rinsed with water.

It is a faint flesh pink.

It's disgustingly powdered.

It was covered with blood vessels, larger than the lobes of the lungs, and beat slightly like a heart.

Brother Qiang's whole person was not good, and he retched for a while.

"W-This thing is still alive?"

"I don't know." Fu An'an took two steps back, "Brother Qiang, give it two knives." ”

Brother Qiang didn't hesitate, and after two knives, the pink and white pieces of meat overflowed with transparent liquid, and the pieces of meat could no longer move.

That's really ...... Stimulate.

"Head, and head."

Fu Anan covered his mouth and endured his nausea and continued.

The head was opened, and it felt sour, too.

An extremely thick tube of flesh protrudes from the pink lump of flesh and clings over the corpse's spine, ending in the corpse's hypothalamus.

Countless tree-like tiny blood vessels are branched out on the flesh tubes, intertwined and scattered, netting the entire brain.

Pull out the small reticular blood vessels, and the long filaments on them are stuck in the brain.

It seems to know why these parasites can mimic their parasitic hosts so similarly.

Brother Qiang hugged the trash can, and his stomach acid was about to vomit.

"Little old girl, do you still have to dissect the rest of the corpses?"

"Section." Fu An'an nodded, she couldn't stand this scene either, but she brought back a total of five corpses, of course, each of them had to be checked.

"I feel that these parasitic people die a little differently."

For example, the one they dissected, he had a very obvious muzzle on his head.

At first glance, he was killed.

And there are a few of them, there are no wounds on their bodies, but their facial features are overflowing with red blood.

"Brother Qiang, come and see this." Fu An'an chose a different death.

The corpse opened, and sure enough, it was completely different from the one just now.

In addition to a belly of fluid, there is nothing in the heart, liver, lungs, intestines and other organs.

The yellowed, viscous liquid in his stomach drained, revealing a shrunken ring of tentacles and a jet-black mass of flesh larger than a fist.

It's a big difference from the one just now.

Brother Qiang's eyes widened, "What's going on with these two?" ”

Fu Anan covered his nose and thought for a moment, "It should be a parasitic success, and a parasitic failure." ”