This is a work permit.

Qicheng Epidemic Prevention Center?

What is the position of a first-level incinerator?

Turning over the work permit, three crooked words suddenly appeared.

kill me

These three words were written in blood, but they had dried to brown, and the twisted handwriting showed endless pain and struggle.

These skinners were once humans!

Shen Feng suddenly noticed that the work permit was shaking violently.

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his left hand and grabbed the wrist of his right hand.

It's his hands that are shaking.

After confirming his safety now, the fear in his heart began to be released little by little.

All this has a huge impact on a person who was still living in a peaceful era yesterday.

In terms of age, he is just an ordinary high school student after all.

Feeling tired gradually, Shen Feng grabbed the torn work permit, hugged the heavy shotgun, and fell asleep.

Only by smelling the smell of gunpowder smoke can he feel at ease...

Early the next morning, Shen Feng suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, pointed the shotgun forward, and was about to pull the trigger.

I suddenly relaxed when I saw the tightly blocked door in front of me.

There is already a dim light in the police armory room, and you can see everything around you clearly.

It's already daytime.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it: 8:17 in the morning.

I don’t know if it was modified by the game software, but the power of the mobile phone is amazing. At this time, it still maintains 99% of the power, and there is almost no power loss.

Shen Feng was a little worried before. If his phone is turned off in two days and the "Real Doomsday Game" app cannot be opened, how will he go back?

Now it seems there is no need to worry about this.

Taking out dried meat and boiled water from his backpack to eat and drink, Shen Feng packed up his things and moved away the obstacles at the door.

First, I listened close to the door for a few minutes to make sure there was no sound outside, then opened the door and walked out.

The building was quiet, and everything that happened yesterday seemed like a dream.

Arriving at the lobby on the second floor, the sweet smell of blood hit my face, and a Shura field appeared.

The fire went out last night, and it was only possible to distinguish by the faint starlight. Shen Feng didn't know what the specific situation was.

Only then did he finally see the tragic scene in the hall clearly.

More than a dozen skinners fell to the ground, and their blood had dried up and turned into a thin layer sticking to the ground.

However, their faces all had expressions of relief...

Looking closely at the appearance of these skinners, it is more terrifying than imagined.

They all have no external sexual characteristics, so it is impossible to distinguish between men and women. Most of the skinners are not wearing any stripes on their bodies, and only two or three are still wearing tattered clothes, some of which have been torn into strips.

However, there was a tall skinner among them who was very special. He was actually wearing a worn leather jacket on his upper body.

Although several holes have been worn out, the leather jacket is of excellent quality and is still intact.

Shen Feng walked over with a gun in hand and saw a few mottled words on the chest of the jacket:

Qicheng Epidemic Prevention Center Incineration Department

This is a uniform.

There was a faint smile on the face of this tall skinner. Although he was shameless and his eyeballs were protruding, he looked very peaceful.

A palm-sized rectangular object protrudes from the coat pocket.

The zipper of the pocket was very tight. Shen Feng took out the dagger, cut open the jacket, and then took out the contents inside.

A small black notebook with a buckle, with the words "Work Notes" hot stamped on the cover.

Shen Feng's eyes lit up. If this person was an employee of the incineration department of some epidemic prevention center, his work notes must have recorded the reasons for the skinner's mutation!

Putting the notebook aside, Shen Feng didn't have time to check the contents yet.

Yesterday, he had accepted the task of "collecting ten brain tissue samples of Skinners" released 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 skinned person's brain tissue? Is it possible to extract tissue samples now?"

Shen Feng opened the "Real Doomsday Game" app and asked directly.

I think this thing should be able to perform voice response.

Sure enough, a line of words appeared on the phone screen:

The brain tissue samples are about to completely lose their activity. Please extract the samples immediately, each sample should be more than 100 grams, put it in a glass, and put it into the safe in the director's office on the second floor after the collection is completed.

What the hell is this requirement?

Shen Feng was stunned and continued to ask:

"Is a regular glass OK? Will the brain tissue sample be contaminated?"

Even if he is a high school student, he still knows about bacterial contamination.

Moreover, what the hell is it in the safe in the director's office? Is there someone else who can't get it?

A line of text appeared on the screen again: Just strictly follow the task requirements.

Okay, you are the best, I listen to you.

Shen Feng found a few glasses from a nearby office and put them aside. He took the dagger and 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 scientist... I want to find the truth behind the case..."

He raised the knife and dropped it.

Almost an hour later, Shen Feng walked into the director's office carrying ten glasses on a dusty tray and found a large, rusty safe.

In each glass, there is a small sample of brain tissue, which has just been taken out.

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 almost ten seconds, Shen Feng took a deep breath and opened the door again, only to see that there was nothing inside the safe!

All ten brain tissue samples are missing!

Sure enough, just as he guessed, the mysterious power behind the "Real Doomsday Game" can directly take away these things!

I originally thought that I would be able to meet the mastermind behind the scenes in this world, but it seems that there is no chance.

Then he returned to the police equipment room again, took off his blood-stained clothes, changed into clean clothes, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

During the dissection just now, he vomited countless times. Fortunately, he gradually got used to it and the techniques were not so rough.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have had breakfast.

Putting the shotgun at hand, Shen Feng took out the small black leather notebook he got from the Skinner from his pocket and began to look through it carefully:

Work notes

Zhang Hui

Special Notes on Stone Stone Disease Epidemic Prevention

"Today is the first day that the Incineration Department of the Epidemic Prevention Center was established, and it is also the first day that I was seconded from the Disease Control and Prevention Department and became an incinerator...

Researchers from the National Academy of Sciences came here to give you business training...

The latest mutated virus of stone statue disease is airborne, and every severely ill patient will become a huge source of infection after being completely petrified.

Burying will only contaminate the soil and groundwater. To cut off the source of infection, the stone statues must be completely destroyed. At present, the most economical and fastest way is to burn...

The city's crematoria has been completely requisitioned, and many crematorium workers have been temporarily transferred to become incinerators.

What kind of disease is this? It’s simply more terrifying than Ebola!”

…

"After putting on the special incineration suit, the whole body will turn 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 gets stuck will be unlucky.

Haha, I didn’t expect that one day I, a former medical worker, would become an ominous omen of feudal superstition...

It’s only been a week, and they’ve actually started equipping us with guns...

Incinerators are infected every day, but according to news from the headquarters, the first batch of vaccines from the National Academy of Sciences are about to be successfully trial-produced, and incinerators in incineration departments across the country will be the first to enjoy the benefits of the vaccine.

This is the only good news. I hope that when everything passes, we will be remembered as heroes instead of being forgotten like the heroes of Chernobyl..."

…

"It has been more than two months since I joined the Burning Department. I drive around the city every day searching for stone statues. I have lost count of how many stone statues I have burned.

The guy I met today who was hiding a stone statue was desperate for his life. He said that his wife was still alive, just in the form of a stone statue... What a pitiful lunatic. Didn't he know that hiding a stone statue could be shot on the spot?

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He himself has been infected and his skin has hardened. How pitiful..."

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Chapter completed!