This is a work permit.
Qicheng Epidemic Prevention Center?
What is the position of a first-level incinerator?
Turning the work permit over, three crooked words suddenly appeared.
Kill me
These three words were written in blood, but they had dried brown, and the twisted handwriting showed endless painful struggles.
These skinners were once human beings!
Shen Feng suddenly found that the work permit was shaking violently.
He was stunned at first, then raised his left hand and grabbed the wrist of his right hand.
It was his hand that was shaking.
Now that he was sure of his own safety, the fear in his heart began to be released little by little.
All this was too much of a shock for a person who was still living in peace yesterday.
In terms of age, he was just an ordinary high school student after all.
Fatigue gradually surged up, Shen Feng grabbed the broken work permit, hugged the heavy shotgun, and fell asleep.
Only by smelling the smell of gunpowder can he feel at ease...
The next morning, Shen Feng suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, pointed the shotgun forward, and was about to pull the trigger.
Only when he saw the tightly blocked door in front of him did he suddenly relax.
There was already a faint light in the police equipment room, and he could see everything around him.
It was already daytime.
He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was 8:17 in the morning.
I don’t know if it was because it was modified by the game software, but the power of the mobile phone was amazing. At this time, it still maintained 99% of the power, and it was almost not drained.
Before, Shen Feng was a little worried. What if the mobile phone turned off in two days and could not open the "Real Doomsday Game" APP, how would he go back?
Now it seems that there is no need to worry about this.
After taking out the dried meat and boiled water from the backpack and eating and drinking, Shen Feng packed up his things and moved the obstacles at the door.
He first listened to the door for a few minutes, and then opened the door and walked out after making sure there was no noise outside.
The building was quiet, and everything that happened yesterday seemed to be just a dream.
When he came to the lobby on the second floor, the fishy and sweet smell of blood hit him, revealing a Shura field.
The fire went out last night, and later he could only rely on the faint starlight to distinguish, and Shen Feng didn't know what the specific situation was.
At this time, he finally saw the tragic scene in the hall.
More than a dozen skinners fell to the ground, and the blood had dried up and turned into a thin layer sticking to the ground.
However, their faces all had a look of relief...
A careful look at the appearance of these skinners was more horrifying than imagined.
They had no external sexual characteristics, so it was impossible to distinguish between men and women. Most of the skinners were naked, and only two or three were still wearing tattered clothes, some of which had been torn into strips.
However, one of the tall skinners was very special. He was wearing a worn leather jacket on his upper body.
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Although it had several holes worn out, the quality of the leather jacket was very good and it was still intact.
Shen Feng walked over with a gun and saw a few mottled words on the chest of the jacket:
Qicheng City Epidemic Prevention Center Incineration Department
This is a uniform.
The tall skinner had a faint smile on his face. Although he had no face and his eyeballs were bulging out, he looked very peaceful.
A palm-sized rectangular object was protruding in the pocket of the jacket.
The zipper of the pocket was very tight. Shen Feng took out a dagger, cut open the jacket, and took out the things inside.
A small black buckled notebook with the words "Work Notes" embossed on the cover.
Shen Feng's eyes lit up. If this person was an employee of the Incineration Department of the Epidemic Prevention Center, his work notes must have recorded the reason for the skinner's mutation!
Putting the notebook aside, Shen Feng has no time to check the contents.
Yesterday he had accepted the task of "collecting ten samples of skinner's brain tissue" issued by the game, and he had to complete this task as soon as possible.
He was also very curious about what rewards he could get.
"How to preserve the skinner's brain tissue? Can we extract tissue samples now?"
Shen Feng opened the "Real Doomsday Game" APP and asked directly.
I think this thing should be able to answer voice.
Sure enough, a line of words appeared on the phone screen:
Brain tissue samples are about to lose their activity completely. Please extract samples immediately, each of which is more than 100 grams, and put them in a glass cup, and put them in the safe of the director's office on the second floor after the collection is completed.
What kind of a request is this?
Shen Feng was stunned and continued to ask:
"Can an ordinary glass cup be used? Will the brain tissue sample be contaminated?"
Even if he is a high school student, he knows about bacterial contamination.
Besides, what the hell is it to put it in the safe of the director's office? Could it be that someone else is coming to get it?
A line of words appeared on the screen again: Just follow the task requirements strictly.
Okay, you are the best, I will listen to you.
Shen Feng found a few glasses from an office next to him and put them aside. He took a dagger and an axe, squatted in front of the red head of a skinner, took a deep breath, and murmured:
"I am a doctor... I am a doctor... I am a fearless forensic doctor... I want to find the truth behind the case..."
The knife fell.
Almost an hour later, Shen Feng carried ten glasses on a dusty tray, walked into the director's office, and found a large rusty safe.
In each glass, there was a small brain tissue sample, all of which had just been taken.
Shen Feng put the ten samples into the safe one by one, and then closed the door of the safe.
After staring at the door of the safe for about ten seconds, Shen Feng took a deep breath and opened the door again, and saw that there was nothing in the safe at this time!
The ten brain tissue samples were all gone!
Sure enough, just as he guessed, the mysterious power behind the "Real Doomsday Game" could take these things away directly!
I thought I could meet the mastermind in this world, but it seems that there is no hope.
Then he returned to the police equipment room again, took off his bloodstained clothes, changed into clean clothes, and breathed a sigh of relief.
During the dissection just now, he didn't know how many times he vomited, but fortunately he had gradually adapted to it later and his technique was not so rough.
I should have skipped breakfast if I had known.
Putting the shotgun aside, Shen Feng took out the small black leather booklet from the skinner from his pocket and began to read it carefully:
Work notes
Zhang Hui
Special notes for stone disease prevention
"Today is the first day of the establishment of the incineration department of the epidemic prevention center, and it is also the first day I was seconded from the disease control department to become an incinerator...
Researchers from the National Academy of Sciences came to give everyone business training...
The latest variant of stone disease is airborne, and every critically ill patient will become a huge source of infection after being completely petrified.
Burying will only pollute the soil and groundwater. To cut off the source of infection, the stone statue must be completely destroyed. Currently, the most economical and quickest way is to burn it...
The city's crematorium has been completely requisitioned, and many crematorium staff have been temporarily transferred to become incinerators.
What kind of disease is this? It's even more terrifying than Ebola!"
...
"After putting on the special incineration suit, the whole body is black, and the filter of the special gas mask looks like a bird's beak. It is said that the society now calls us crows, and whoever sticks to us will be unlucky.
Haha, I didn't expect that one day I, the former Medical workers have become an ominous sign of feudal superstition...
It's only been a week, and they've started to equip us with guns...
There are incinerators getting infected every day, but according to the news from the headquarters, the first batch of vaccines from the National Academy of Sciences will be successfully trial-produced, and the incinerators of the National Incineration Department will be the first to enjoy the benefits of the vaccine.
This is the only good news. I hope that when everything is over, we will become heroes who are remembered, instead of being forgotten like the heroes of Chernobyl..."
...
"It's been more than two months since I joined the Incineration Department. I drive around the city every day searching for stone statues, and I can’t remember how many stone statues I’ve burned.
The guy who secretly kept the stone statue I met today was simply desperate. He said that his wife was still alive, but she was just alive in the form of a stone statue... What a pitiful lunatic, didn’t he know that hiding stone statues could lead to being shot on the spot?
He himself was also infected, and his skin had hardened, so pitiful...”
…
“A strange thing happened today! The stone statue! The stone statue that I pushed into the incinerator with my own hands, the stone statue of the little girl, seemed... seemed to scream in the fire!”
