"Bamboo, come and see here!" Dong Bing said behind the kneeling corpse with a puzzled face at this time.

Where he pointed, there was a faint mark, and the black color could be faintly seen, and Dabao also opened his mouth to say my heart: "Could it be a birthmark, many people have it behind them, nothing strange." ”

Dong Bing shook his head, squatted down, and faced the back of the corpse, he stretched out his hand to tear open the whitish and crisp skin regardless of disgust, and a smell of cooked meat suddenly entered our noses, Dabao couldn't hold back for a while, and ran to the side retching. The people of Z9 seem to be used to seeing this kind of scene, but they are still a little moved under the expressionless face.

Tearing open the skin, revealing the muscle tissue inside, I realized that the place was also black, and it was indeed not a birthmark. Winter Ice dotted the mark, "Does it look like the shape of a flame?" ”

My mind is a little confused, could it be that this man was really burned to death? Just by that flame mark on his back? Wouldn't that be a little ridiculous, and if so, who would have such a great ability?

In an instant, I secretly said: There can't be some mysterious force involved.

Dong Bing was still talking there, he took out a dagger, gently moved it with the tip of the dagger, and picked it at the place of the black mark, and a very small black mass on the tip of the dagger moved to Dong Bing, he took a closer look, and didn't understand what it was, and said to me: "Bamboo, look at what this thing is." I look like ash! ”

Ash? No, probably not. I leaned over and found a small thing, asked Dabao to turn on the flashlight and shine on it, and gently played with it, it really fell and scattered like ash, this thing is really hard to recognize.

"It's a mold." At this time, one of the Z9 people looked at it and said: "We have been exposed to this kind of thing before, so we know some, but what the function is, we must test it to know clearly, but we can't do anything about the current environment." ”

It seems normal for mold to appear here, but is it too coincidental that mold appears on a burned corpse, or in the symbol of a flame, and what is the direct connection between this?

But soon, after leaving the stone room, we found a corpse again, the same Z9 member of Dongfang Xu's team, when we found him, he was still alive, but he was standing in a strange posture,

, like a clay statue motionless, with red threads all over the body.

As we ran over, the man's eyes were rolling, his mouth was slightly open, and he couldn't make any sound, as if to remind us of something.

Here, the person who passed by hurriedly said: "Don't worry, we'll untie the red line for you now." ”

The strange man over there had his eyes turning even faster, moving from side to side. I saw it in my eyes and immediately knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted, "Don't touch him!" ”

But it was too late, and the people of Z9 had already touched it. A disgusting smell of blood,Permeated,Those red lines are not real red lines at all,The moment the Z9 person touched it,Bright red blood immediately burst out,It's clearly a weird blood line,Like a fishing net, the whole person is shrouded in it。

In the blink of an eye, the man was like wax, like minced meat, falling down piece by piece, not even a few seconds passed, scattered into a pile of bloody pieces of meat, even the bones were cut evenly and clearly.

I wiped my face, I really couldn't believe that someone who was alive a second ago had become such a pile of flesh and blood under our noses.

"What the hell is this?" I smashed the gun in my hand on the ground in annoyance, squatted down and looked at the pile of flesh and blood in a daze, and roared: "Which king and eight lambs, catch him, Lao Tzu must cut off his head as a urinal!" ”

Lei Hong said in a deep voice: "Count me in." That guy is definitely a pervert, but I prefer to kill this pervert. ”

Dong Bing walked over in silence, squatting on the side of the pile of flesh and blood, digging through the pile of flesh with his bare hands, and soon he carefully picked out some human tissue from it, and slowly pieced together the shape of a human back on the ground.

I walked up behind him and looked at the puzzle of the human body, piecing together the skin on the corpse's back, and there was also a faint mark on it, but it was not the one of the flame, but a sharp blade.

Now I can understand that the body that was drowned in the water at the beginning must have the mark of water on his back. Each of these three people died in a different way, but the killing method used was the same, and they were all an unknown mold.

I whispered, "Maybe this subtle fungus has some unknown ability, such as making people fall into the illusion of reality, making those who die think that everything is real." ”

Lei Hong said: "If that's the case, then how can these molds appear behind their backs, not in their noses or in their heads, so that they can achieve their purpose." ”

"You forgot, these molds stick to your muscles? There is only a faint layer on the skin, which can only indicate one problem, those fungi initially attach to the skin, slowly penetrate into the skin and into the muscles, perhaps they can release a hallucinogenic virus that spreads through the muscles into the blood vessels and then to the brain. I guessed.

Dong Bing raised his head and asked, "Even if you die in an illusion, it shouldn't affect the changes in your body, how can you explain this?" ”

I shook my head, not sure if I said, "I have a guess, I don't know if it's right." The hallucinogenic virus enters the brain and takes control of the center, sending a deceptive signal that all organs throughout the body, including muscle tissue, believe the truth. ”

Dong Bing shuddered, stood up and said: "If that's the case, if we encounter that murderer, a few of us won't fight, as long as the other party gets the mold on us, it will basically win." ”

At this time, Dabao spoke up: "Flooding, flames, sharp blades." Do you have a familiar taste of these three ways to die? Seeing that we were puzzled, he continued, "Aren't these three ways of dying like they correspond to the eighteen layers of hell? ”

PS: It's late, sorry! I was too sleepy, so I went to sleep first.