Chapter 151: The Fog City of Mausoleum 24

Chapter 151: The Fog City of Mausoleum 24

Finally got what I needed, and it was a good trip.

Fu Anan looked at the person next to him who kept flushing his hands with mineral water, "Brother Qiang."

Brother Qiang was severely attacked by the rotting corpse, and felt nauseated right now. He just wanted to wash away all the smell around his nose, and asked absent-mindedly,

"What's wrong?"

"I also need a more private place."

Surveillance is everywhere in the hotel, and it is not easy to hide with a few corpses.

Brother Qiang: ...

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half an hour later

Brother Qiang's small villa was requisitioned.

Several corpses lay in a mess in the living room. Fu Anan held a knife in his hand, looked at the corpses on the long table, and thought about where to start the dissection.

"Sister, are you sure?"

Strong suspicion appeared in Brother Qiang's eyes, "This is a kitchen knife you are holding."

Fu Anan said, "That's right, do you have a problem with kitchen knives?"

"No, I just don't think it's appropriate."

Brother Qiang expressed his opinion tactfully. He thought this little girl was a professional.

Fu An'an looked at the strong brother who was five big and three thick, and then looked at the weak and small self, then nodded, agreeing with his point of view.

"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, feeling complicated.

A body was dissected.

Peel off that layer of human skin, and there is a monster inside.

Crimson ring-shaped tentacles stretch from the mouth to the throat and into the esophagus. Attached to the tentacles is a lump of irregular flesh, which is completely different in color from the tentacles after washing with water.

It is light flesh pink.

Disgustingly dusty.

It is full of blood vessels, bigger than the lobes of the lungs, beating slightly like a heart.

Brother Qiang was not feeling well, and retched for a while.

"This, this thing is still alive?"

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

Brother Qiang didn't hesitate, he stabbed twice, the pink and white meat overflowed with transparent liquid, and the meat couldn't move anymore.

This is really...exciting.

"Head, and head."

Fu An'an covered her mouth, endured her nausea and continued.

The head was opened, and it felt so sour.

An extremely thick meat tube protruded from the pink flesh, climbed and extended on the spine of the corpse, and the end inserted into the hypothalamus of the corpse.

Numerous small tree-like blood vessels have differentiated from the meat tube, intertwined and scattered, netting the entire brain.

The small net-like blood vessels were pulled out, and the filaments growing on them were all stuck in the brain.

It seems to know why these parasites can mimic the hosts they parasitize so similarly.

Brother Qiang hugged the trash can, vomiting stomach acid.

"Little old girl, do you still need to dissect the remaining corpses?"

"Dissection." Fu An'an nodded, she couldn't stand the scene, but she brought back a total of five corpses, and of course each one had to be checked.

"I feel that the way these parasitized people die is a little different."

For example, in the one they dissected, there was an obvious muzzle on his head.

It looked like he had been killed.

And there are a few of them, without any wounds on their bodies, but their facial features are full of dark red blood.

"Brother Qiang, let's take a look at this." Fu Anan chose someone with a different look.

When the corpse was opened, it was completely different from the one just now.

Except for a full stomach of liquid, there was nothing in the heart, liver, lungs, intestines and other organs.

The viscous yellow liquid in the stomach drained away, revealing a group of shrunken ring-shaped tentacles and a jet-black flesh mass a little bigger 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 things?"

Fu An'an covered her nose and thought for a moment, "It should be that one parasite succeeded and the other failed."