Disease Name Immortal

The diseased **** tree is going to die, probably.

A charred corpse was at his feet, across the road he left.

The deceased was obviously a man, and his clothes had long since been burnt to pieces. Fire marks like meridians could be seen in the cortex, as if magma was flowing on the surface of the rock.

The whole corpse was charred black, only the ring on the finger was shining with a strange golden light.

Jiang Bingshu resisted the desire to vomit, the smell of vomit filling the streets of the lung area was enough to make people enter the vomiting cycle.

But even that smell is absolutely nothing compared to the stench in this room.

Because the person's skin was burned, the internal organs were also heated, and the stench became more and more reckless under the high temperature, filling the whole room.

There is more than one weird thing.

Besides this corpse, what's even more weird is that this restaurant is always burning.

The huge round dining table, the open kitchen not far away, the cabinets, the wine cabinet, and the bar are all burning.

The sound of the crackling wood burning and the flickering electric current in the fire made people terrified, and the house seemed to collapse at any moment.

The **** sick tree even saw that the temperature displayed by the indoor thermometer was 51°.

The thermometer had already burned out, and the count was just stuck in that position.

The flashing red wave pattern on the central air conditioner on the top indicates that this burning room is absurdly turning on the heating.

About one meter in front of the refrigerator, a man in a suit looked at the **** sick tree with a kind of weird calm expression on his face.

The man held a mobile phone in his hand, and the mobile phone showed that it was on a call.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very weak. In the crackling sound of the fire, it could not be heard clearly.

Men's suits are not very delicate, and they can even be seen as cheap, which makes people think of a "business manager" who knocks on the glass of a car on the road.

At least it doesn't match this luxurious house, but the weirdness is not in the other party's clothes.

[C3 type sebaceous dysplasia, this disease will cause people to be very greasy, literally greasy, and the disease that hatches is often related to flames. He is the "cause" of the lesions in this area. 】

"I have hallucinations again, but talk more."

Ginger diseased trees often do this.

Obviously, he has never learned medical knowledge, but it is very strange that as long as he sees someone——

There may be a voice in his head telling himself what is wrong with this person.

There are some diseases that even the incubator's pathogenicist can't judge at first glance, but he blurted out several times.

So much so that the pathogenicist thought he was talking nonsense at first.

Later, when the test results came out, the pathologist was shocked.

He couldn't imagine how Jiang Bingshu could see at a glance what the other party was sick with.

When he was young, Jiang Bingshu wondered if he should tell the pathogenic doctor that he had another voice in his mind.

But when he has this idea, he will suddenly have a sense of crisis.

At the same time, the voice sounded again—

[Please don't do this, it's not time yet. Everyone should have a secret. 】

He followed his intuition and always kept his secrets.

And the voice in his mind has also helped him resolve the crisis many times and kept away from some extremely dangerous patients.

Jiang Bingshu's attention fell on the strange person in the room.

"Fortunately, sebaceous dysplasia, I happen to know a little."

This is a disease that causes people to constantly secrete oil, flammable oil, and patients are taboo to drink alcohol and appear in overheated rooms.

The "sweat" that spreads all over a man's face is not sweat, but the oil secretions that may spontaneously ignite at any time.

There is no doubt that it is the most flammable environment right now.

The charred corpse, the flames that cannot be extinguished, and a flammable person with a face full of grease, all three exist at the same time, making this room extremely strange.

"I either got mentally ill and saw hallucinations, or I encountered an unprecedented strange thing."

Obviously, a good thing like being mentally ill can't fall on his head.

There are countless positions in the brain area of ​​the sick city, all of which are recruiting mentally ill patients at high prices, but very few can be recruited.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Bingshu decided to leave.

His movements are very quick, and the fear of life and death makes him secrete adrenaline, and his physical strength instantly improves.

Turning around, stepping, twisting the door handle, dodging, closing the door in one go.

A series of movements interpret an elegant rolling word.

Before the door was closed, Jiang Bingshu saw that the man in the room opened his mouth to him, his face covered in oil was quite calm.

When he opened his mouth, the oil was viscous and rolled, and it could be ignited by a fire not far away at any time.

He seemed to want to say something, but Jiang Bingshu couldn't hear it.

boom! The door was shut tightly.

The weird feeling before, is even weirder at this moment.

When Jiang Bingshu left the restaurant, the moment the door was closed, he felt a cold and gloomy feeling.

He was standing in the hallway leading to the living room.

There are several murals hanging on the aisle in the retro decoration style. Although they are different, they are all painted in the style of **** ladies, jumping repeatedly on the boundary between art and pornography.

From the moment he entered the entrance of this mansion, Jiang Bingshu felt very strange.

"Something's wrong. When I came in, it was definitely not so cold."

Overcast and cold.

He instantly thought of such words in his mind. There was a chilling feeling on the back.

This terrifying and depressing feeling... made Jiang Bingshu want to open the restaurant door again.

"This haunted house can cook people inside, but it's so cold outside that people shiver. And it's very strange, such an obvious fire...why didn't it spread?"

After the door of the restaurant closed, Ginger Disease Tree found that the heat wave and disgusting smell had completely disappeared.

It was as if he had suddenly entered another silent world.

He could even hear the sound of water dripping from the faucet in the washbasin in the distance.

tick... tick...

The whole house was so silent. But the coldness is becoming more and more obvious.

This has risen to the physical level of cold.

The **** sick tree even felt that his skin was getting goosebumps.

He suddenly wanted to give up the interview and leave this haunted house.

……

……

A few hours ago, Jiang Bingshu received a text message.

"Hello Mr. Jiang Bingshu, we have observed you for a long time and think you are very suitable to work with us.

While you're consistently jobless, sick, and worthless to most businesses, we think you're unique.

The job we have arranged for you may be very suitable for you.

If you are interested, please go to the Tang's villa area outside the lung area, enter the ninth villa, and we will arrange an interviewer to pick you up.

Of course, you can choose to refuse, we fully respect your choice, because this job may put you in danger. "

The **** disease tree grew up in the lung area since childhood.

Like the stomach area, the lung area is where a large number of refugees live.

Relatively speaking, people in the stomach area are more noisy, and people in the lung area are more peaceful.

In the lung area, there are many people who have no plans or hope for life.

People here lie too flat because they can't see the possibility of a better life.

He almost works part-time and rests for three days. He only works temporary and part-time jobs, and refuses to work for a long time. He is called the Great God of the Lung District by people in other districts.

It is also looked down upon by people in the liver area who have always worked hard and called it "lung matter".

Of course, the great **** of the lung area also looks down on those workaholics in the liver area——

They think that their hard work is only to make money for the capitalists, but it is also a commodity and a commodity for the capitalists, so they are called "liver goods" with disdain.

Lungs and livers often mock each other online.

Ginger disease tree does not want to become lung matter.

Although people in the lung area say that you are not sick, what's the point of working hard?

That's not wrong, the world has a lot of malice for healthy people.

Jiang Bingshu's interviews have also repeatedly hit a wall.

What he heard the most was - may the disease be with us.

But the disease will not be with him, he is too healthy.

His parents gave him a name that might cause some serious illness, but he was too healthy to be hated.

Therefore, Jiang Bingshu felt that there was a high possibility of being tricked by this strange text message, and he clearly mentioned that it was dangerous and that he should avoid it.

But Jiang Bingshu finally accepted the job.

It's not about money or life.

It was the mysterious voice that had helped him many times in his mind, and when he was struggling, it sounded again.

Different from the past, this time it is no longer related to illness, there are only three very short words - you can go.

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Lung District, Tuberculosis Street.

On the only road leading to the periphery of the lung area, a van with a shell covered with advertisements for unblocking toilets, cleaning, unlocking, and killing insects is passing at a speed that does not match its size.

The driver was wearing a hospital gown, holding the right index finger of the steering wheel, with a ring with the word "Bing" engraved on it.

The driver was obviously in a hurry, and when the female driver was in a hurry, the speed often exceeded the limit.

"If he dies, you are murder!"

She is talking with someone, but the voice on the other end of the phone is not very anxious:

"Oh, then you'd better hurry up. He might be dying."

"I've been driving as fast as the fuck! Damn, who came up with the bad idea of ​​interviewing new people in the ward!?"

The man on the other end of the phone didn't speak.

In fact, even he felt that this so-called interview was more like murder.

However, he still did not explain much, he believed that the organization had its own purpose.

But he didn't have much confidence in Jiang Bingshu, after all, it was a disease area.

After the era of sickness arrives, it is possible for human beings to get sick when they are sick.

Those who can control the disease can master the corresponding special abilities.

In most cases, once the sick person dies, the sick man will die too.

But there is a very rare special case -

After the host dies, the disease may not die, but form a special area.

These areas are given strange rules and are often associated with "sickness".

These rules can cause areas to become extremely dangerous and cumbersome to deal with, called "sick areas".

That is, the diseased area.

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The ninth building of Tang's villa.

The **** diseased tree, which had given up thoughts, was unable to leave as expected.

The door of Villa No. 9, when he came in, he knocked lightly, and the door opened.

But now, no matter how hard he tried, the door wouldn't move at all.

"Okay now, I'm like a standard horror supporting character, I can't survive the second episode."

Jiang Bingshu doesn't know much about the world.

Like most of the refugees in the lung area, they just count many things as "supernatural phenomena".

The current experience made Jiang Bingshu suddenly think of a strange story.

Someone had a heart attack before. After the disease is hatched, it has the ability to eavesdrop on the voices of others.

No matter what other people's inner thoughts are, his illness can be seen and told to him.

He can see through everyone in the world, and predict the behavior of others by reading their minds.

This kind of ability should have allowed him to become more adept at socializing in the workplace, in relation to family and friends, in love, and even in entertainment and competition.

But then the man died, of a heart attack.

He found that everyone around him hated him in his heart, scolded him, cursed him, and everyone around him hated him immensely.

His self-conceited popularity is all an illusion, and everyone's smile at him is a fake smile to cover up malice.

He finally couldn't bear it all, because of the huge emotional ups and downs, he suffered a heart attack.

When Jiang Bingshu heard this, he was very surprised—

Could it be that this person is very annoying in life and uses mind reading to do a lot of bad things? Does everyone around hate him?

He asked his doubts, and the old man in the lung area who told the strange story said with a gloomy smile:

"Hey, of course he's a good guy, very understanding, and the people around him don't hate him either."

"He was just deceived by the disease, thinking that everyone was hostile to him."

This last sentence made Jiang Bingshu shudder.

He didn't have his own disease~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But at that moment, he suddenly felt that the world was terrifying.

People continue to live in a morbid attitude, in order to incubate the disease and gain extraordinary abilities.

But they may not know whether they hatched a disease or a demon.

However, the story did not end there.

It is said that the person who was deceived by the disease did not rest in peace after death.

The unit building he was in seemed to be "infected" by some kind of strange power.

There seems to be some kind of magic there.

Everyone in the building, unable to hide all their thoughts in their hearts, will speak out without reservation.

In other words, people can't hide their thoughts, they can't lie, they can reveal their hearts to everyone, and they're honest like a three-body man.

And once they got out of that building, they returned to normal, and everyone became normal people with a set behind the scenes.

Right now, this strange haunted house made Jiang Bingshu think of that building inexplicably.

"Now is not the time to be cranky, I have to find a way to get out of here."

The door that could have been opened with a gentle push can't be opened now.

Jiang Bingshu looked at the second floor connected by the spiral staircase inside the hall.

"The door is locked, but I can jump out of the balcony with the view attached to the master bedroom."

The moment he opened his legs, Jiang Bingshu suddenly thought:

"Wait, could this be my interview process?"

He didn't know what kind of work would need to be arranged in a "haunted house", and he was afraid, but also a little bit looking forward to it.

However, such expectations will not make Jiang Bingshu lose his mind.

"No, I have to restrain my curiosity, the dog's life is important."