White spots, like the common type on inferior mutton skewers, are signs of insect egg growth. If the health supervision department finds that the meat products sold have such traces, it will inevitably check all the goods and impose a fine.

Such a group of white spots are arranged in detail on the flesh of the corpse and are found everywhere in the limbs. However, most of them are concentrated in a certain area on the inner side of the chest cavity, and are not a place that can be seen at a glance.

But once you are seen, you cannot be ignored. Solan has excellent vision and can see clearly without flashlight lighting.

Just inside the thoracic cavity, near the spine, and in the area around the lung lobe, dense white spots are densely covered, enough to cause any patient with dense array phobia to have numb scalp.

"...Parasites are so ancient, even older than the venom flow, so it's a big trouble now."

Seeing Solan's face look ugly, Mai squatted silently, with her curved eyebrows frowning: "Parasite... You have taught me that it is the oldest can be traced back to the ancient Egyptian dynasty, and the flow of venom was a means that only existed since the Middle Ages, right?"

Solan nodded solemnly, looking at the dense white spots on the purple-red chest wall of the corpse, his breathing was still: "The ancient Egyptian puppet masters used scarabs as a medium. After swallowing human flesh and blood, they created mummy-style zombies with only bones and a small amount of skin dependent. This is their typical style."

Mai nodded silently: "This is obviously not...that scarab, right?"

Solan nodded: "Nematodes. Nazi zombies during World War II were of this nature. You had been to Iwo Jima at the time and had never been in contact with them. But they were also nematodes, which was different from those Nazis back then... They were full of insect eggs? How fast does it reproduce?"

Mai looked at the body silently and whispered: "The death time was around 5 a.m. yesterday, and the ranger called the police around 6 a.m., and the Center for Disease Control and Prevention transported all the converters to the foot of the mountain from eight to nine o'clock, which means that this is a maximum of five hours."

"Then the outsider paused the conversion, and it must be paused, otherwise he would not be able to wait for them at all... Yes, this group of converters should be able to wake up again, wake up by themselves, and walk home?"

Solan and Mai looked at each other, and their faces were very serious.

"Soran..."

At this time, Nina's shout came from Linwai: "Solan, where are you? Are we parking? Your colleague fainted, your colleague! Solan!?"

"Damn it, Lyon fainted? What's going on?"

Solan stood up cursingly, and without saying a word, he quickly ran out of the forest.

The woodland became much quieter in an instant.

Mai was still staying in place, still squatting in front of the corpse and frowned. The dense white spots had been counted clearly, and 723 meaty pustules the size of rice grains gathered together to form a clear trajectory shape, and its starting point was obviously...

"Nina Greyrein."

Arya suddenly spoke, and at some point, the landing point on her butt had been changed from the engine cover to the roof: "Your love rival, the great love rival, will be defeated."

Mai raised her eyebrows high, but she still didn't say anything, just staring at the corpse.

Seeing that the other party ignored her, Arya was dissatisfied. She jumped off the roof of the car and kicked Mai's calf: "There is a great rival, and there is one. They communicated on the phone. You have two rivals!"

Mai still ignored Arya, carefully observed the distribution of the insect eggs, then stretched out her index finger, gently cut a crack in the throat of the corpse, and then sliced ​​it gently.

"The rival of love! Mai, Mai, the rival of love, two!"

The white neck bones were wrapped in dark red flesh and blood, and clusters of insect eggs the size of rice grains were densely piled up there. Looking at the flesh on both sides of the neck bones, they were like empty nests filled with honeycombs. Ma Yi looked at this scene expressionlessly, and her fingers streaked across the dense insect eggs, and finally locked her eyes on the head of the deceased.

"Love rival! Mai, love rival!"

"I know."

In a brief Japanese spoken language, Mai interrupted the endless voice behind her: "Now, please shut up, thank you."

After the words came to her, she gently flicked the middle finger of her right hand.

Silently, the corpse's head suddenly looked like a ripe durian, with artificial assistance, and eight neat cuts were opened. An extra strong odor suddenly spread, and eight neat fan-shaped corpse skulls fell down in unison, revealing two-thirds of the head of the corpse.

Looking at the melon, Arya successfully shut up.

...

"Hurry, hurry up, carry the stretcher over quickly, the policeman fainted!"

"His head injury...has he hit somewhere?"

"Who has driven away all the reporters who are in trouble? What are you taking pictures!"

"Please give it to everyone, please give it to everyone, Seattle Police Department, Seattle Police Department!"

Solan called for a winning streak, pushed the crowd away, and finally saw poor Lyon Ross. He fainted on the grass with a blue face, and two ambulancemen were busy carrying the stretcher over.

"What happened?"

Nina was standing here, holding an apple notebook in her arms. When she saw Solan rushing over, she quickly approached her side: "Why did you shout for a long time before coming over? The injury in the back of your colleague's head should have worsened. That...what hospital do you plan to send him to?"

"This depends on the situation." An ambulance was carrying Lyon onto a stretcher: "We still have many dead people to be sent to major hospitals, many death certificates to be issued, and injuries such as cerebral congestion, see where there are spaces!"

"Is there blood in the back of the brain..." Solan looked at Lyon in thought and was carried into the ambulance: "The boy just kept saying a headache, but he never told me how it caused it. Nina, you said, if it was just a shock wave during the explosion, would it be like this?"

Nina looked at the ambulance door being closed, held her arms and looked over unceremoniously: "You made an explosion, ask me?"

"Shh!"

"What are you shit? If you shit, I'll announce it on the spot right away!"

Nina was naturally holding her anger. Because of the bad guys attracted by her boyfriend's adopted daughter, and because of her own personal behavior, the Olympic National Park tonight will inevitably be included in the world fire records. Of course, the reporter is looking forward to big news, but she is not the kind of woman who will take off her pants to the senator in order to get the inside story of the campaign!

Solan hugged her shoulders, but she didn't want to joke: "If the manuscript is finished, come with me to the woods and have something to show you."

Seeing her boyfriend's tone of seriousness, Nina immediately put away her little temperament and whispered in his ear: "I tell you, when I get home, I will definitely not be able to sit in the back seat, and so will it be the case in the future unless you replace the seat cushions. If you hear it clearly, you can change it or remove it and wash it!"

Apart from zombies, necrophilia and a few non-mainstream people, which girl would be willing to sit in the car chair where the corpse was lying through? Solan laughed. Nina's screams of frightened by the corpse in the back seat when she got on the car halfway through, were so classic that it could be regarded as a phone ringtone!

This is of course one of the reasons why she is full of anger now!

"I'll make you laugh, hurry up and leave!"

A man and a woman disappeared immediately at the chaotic scene. No one would care about their departure, because there was still a busy and noisy place. Hundreds of scorched corpses kept floating in the scene after the fire, and they could not dissipate. From this, it can be seen how dedicated the reporters on the edge were. How many of them had seen a group of corpses that were ten times smaller than this?

"Good Wenze, hey, Good Wenze!"

Jim was covered in dust and staggered towards Professor Goodwinze. A fat meat kept shaking, and sweat as big as beans kept flowing down the frame of the round glasses. Because of the sudden explosion that had suddenly risen, his ankle sprained.

"I suddenly remembered something. Before that Lyon Rose came to our camp, I was observing the patient, right?"

Goodwenze was leaning against a box truck with letters printed on it, looking at the ground where the grass was dry, and said weakly: "The rest of the people are dead. We can only find the awakened patient when the policeman's brain congestion is resolved. Even if there is any discovery... what else can you tell me about this now?"

He was really tired, but seeing Jim's unstoppable look, Goodwinze still grinned: "If you don't talk about it, what's going on."

Jim took a deep breath and a large drop of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose to his upper lip.

Goodwinze blinked.

"...Forget it, I won't say it anymore. I must have heard it badly."
Chapter completed!