Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Phytochemical disease?"

Greg frowned. "That name sounds uncomfortable."

Officer Michael gave a wry smile.

"That's because you haven't seen those sick patients."

"Forget it, you'll always have a chance to see them in the next few days anyway."

Officer Michael described it.

"Have you ever seen the dry bark? That's what those guys look like now. They will become normal between the time the sun sets and the sun rises. From the outside, they are almost the same as ordinary people. big difference."

"During this period, they become quiet, out of focus, and like to bury themselves in the dirt and gobble it frantically."

"Many patients who were sent to the hospital on the first day choked to death while eating."

Michael can be considered a policeman who has worked for many years, but thinking of the pictures he has seen, he can't help but shiver.

Not bloody and cruel, but the weirdness revealed from those patients.

When a person becomes a plant, it should be like that.

"Is the guy we just saw also a patient?"

Andrea asked.

"that……"

"It should be an initial infection."

A young man standing beside him suddenly spoke up.

Everyone turned their attention to him, and Officer Michael explained in a timely manner, "This is a staff member of the special military department."

"You can call me Chris."

The young man had a faint alienation on his face, and seemed a little impatient with the meeting in front of him.

"People from the military?"

Andreen didn't say anything. She looked at Chris and his companions a few times. Because of the nature of his work, he had come into contact with many people in the military, but the young man in front of him didn't have that special military aura.

Loose and mysterious.

"Infect?"

The other police officers behind him noticed the word and couldn't help but speak.

"We thought it was a neurological drug before we came, but no one told me that this thing is still contagious?"

Nervousness and maintaining law and order are still within the acceptable scope of work, but if this thing will be infected, then everyone should think about it carefully.

"From the current point of view, this thing does have a certain degree of contagion, but it only shows transmission between relatives, and the specific transmission route has not been identified."

Michael explained.

But the following police officers obviously did not buy it.

"You are cheating, no one told us this before you came here!"

"We're going back to Bay Town!"

"Go now!"

There was a lot of excitement, and many felt like they were being deceived.

At this moment, Chris and his companions blocked the door.

"You can't go anywhere until the problem here is completely resolved."

"From now on, the entire river valley town is blocked by martial law, and no one is allowed to leave!"

"Martial law?"

Greg's face was also very ugly.

"Are we under control?"

"You can understand it this way. Not long ago, the first batch of soldiers was already in place. If you don't want to believe it, you can try it and see if you can get out of here."

"Of course, if you don't use any means of transportation, and you plan to use your legs over the rivers and mountains around Riverdale..."

"Then you need to pray that you will not be found when you arrive elsewhere, and of course you need to consider the surrounding swamps."

After saying this, Chris ignored everyone in the venue and pushed the door and left.

The entire conference room was noisy, and Michael took a lot of effort to calm everyone down.

"The matter is not as serious as everyone thinks, and the specific situation is still under investigation."

"Maybe a solution to the problem will be found in a few days, I don't think people want to lose their jobs because of this?"

Seeing that everyone's emotions had stabilized, Michael continued to introduce.

"Patients with the disease are relatively normal at night, but during the day when the sun rises, they become very manic."

"It will attack anyone around for no purpose, and their body will change a lot, the skin will become dry and it will look like there is no moisture."

"In the process, if they don't get plenty of hydration, their skin can quickly crack open to reveal the flesh underneath."

"Believe me……"

Michael's face was very ugly, "You wouldn't want to see that picture."

"No wonder it's called a phytochemical disease."

"It's really an image."

Greg can already imagine what a diseased patient looks like.

Michael spread his hands.

"There is only one problem before us now, and that is maintaining law and order."

"So relatives and friends who have been in contact with the patient were ordered to stay in their rooms and not allowed to go out. We will have police officers on temporary patrol to check around."

"However, because of the manpower problem, there are occasional fish that slip through the net like just now."

"Now with your participation, the situation should be relieved a lot."

At this time, two staff members walked into the conference room carrying a box.

"This is a special gun provided by the military for us, and the target who is shot will immediately fall into a syncope, which is used to deal with the sick patients, and the troublesome imitators."

"Imitator?"

Officer Michael nodded.

"There are always some people who want to take the opportunity to make trouble, some guys pretend to be sick, make some crazy actions in public, and then their companions take the opportunity to steal property."

"To deal with such a guy, don't keep your hands!"

Officer Michael said through gritted teeth.

Due to environmental protection issues, many large factories in Hegu Town have been removed. Although this is for the sake of the residents' lives, it has indeed caused a large number of people to lose their jobs.

Because of this problem, a lot of conflict broke out between the local residents and the government of Hegu Town. The seemingly stable and peaceful surface of the town hides a large number of unemployed people.

It is these unemployed people that hinder the normal work of Michael and others.

Before the official start of work, Andreen and the others even obtained a special piece of equipment.

A wooden badge with a special scent.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Officer Michael's eyes flickered, "Take it, it's our local special custom."

At the same time, Chris, who left the conference room, also received a message.

"Mr Chris."

A police officer came over with the information, "The Wolfe you asked us to find was found dead in his home not long ago."

"It's suicide."

"Here are some profile photos of the scene, as well as the suicide note he left."

"Judging from the suicide note, he should have gone to a dead end because of bankruptcy."

"do you died?"

Chris is a young man of about twenty-five or six years old, with short brown hair and an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are extraordinarily sharp.

"I finally found some clues from the trade union..."

The companion beside him sighed.

"A witcher accepted this Wolf's commission. Now these five people are missing, and Wolf is also dead."

"The only clue is interrupted."

Chris squeezed the information in his hand.

"Walk!"

"Go to that factory!"

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