Chapter 151 Mausoleum City of Fog 24

  Finally got what I needed, this trip was not a loss.

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

  Brother Qiang was hit by a rotting corpse, and he felt nauseous at this moment. He just wanted to wash away all the smells around his nose, and asked absent-mindedly,

"What's wrong?"

   "I also need a more private place."

  There are surveillance cameras 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 the living room. Fu Anan held a knife in his hand, looked at the corpses on the long strip table, and thought about where to start the dissection.

   "Old girl, are you sure?"

  Brother Qiang showed strong suspicion in his eyes, "This is a kitchen knife you are holding."

  Fu Anan said, "Yes, do you have any objections to kitchen knives?"

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

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

  Fu Anan 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 Anan, and then looked at the corpse he carried back with his own hands, feeling complicated.

   A corpse was dissected.

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

  The dark red ring-shaped tentacles extend from the mouth to the throat and all the way to 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 a light fleshy pink color.

   Disgusting powder.

  It is full of blood vessels, bigger than the lung lobes, 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 Anan covered her mouth, endured her nausea and continued.

  The head is opened, and it feels very sour.

  A very thick meat tube protruded from the pink meat, climbed and extended on the spine of the corpse, and the end was inserted into the hypothalamus of the corpse.

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

  Pull out the small net-like blood vessels, and the long filaments on them are all stuck in the brain.

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

  Brother Qiang hugged the trash can, vomiting stomach acid.

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

   "Dissection." Fu Anan 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 these parasitic people died a little differently."

  For example, the one they dissected has an obvious muzzle on his head.

   It looks like he was killed by someone.

   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.

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

  In addition to a full stomach of fluid, there is 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 is quite different from the previous one.

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

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

  (end of this chapter)