The Ninth Secret Bureau

The male patient lying on the bed should be an internal member of the Ningchuan branch. Based on his "fuzzy outline of facial features", he should be about 30 years old and about 1.75 meters tall. As for his figure... ...It's not easy to judge, I can only temporarily assume that it is medium fat.

The patient’s skin tissue has undergone a wide range of abnormal changes. Eighty percent of the skin on the surface of the body is in a state of severe molting and exposed the shriveled and cracked stratum corneum. Hundreds of shriveled cracks are interlaced and connected. The translucent yellowing human tissue fluid oozes out continuously, exuding a strange smell.

Similar to the smell of human fat, it is a bit greasy and faintly mixed with a fishy smell.

The most frightening thing is some kind of abnormality on his fingers.

There seems to be some kind of foreign body growing crazily in the patient's body, like the bamboo sticks used to make paper ties in the paper tie shop. They extend from the patient's body, like bamboo shoots that broke out of the ground after a spring rain, and from the patient's fingers and nails. Drilling out of the gap, through the **** holes, these bamboo sticks stretched out nearly three inches long... and they were still growing.

Standing by the hospital bed, Chen Xian could clearly hear the rustling sound in the patient's body, as if something was crawling on his bones in his body, and was constantly tearing his muscles and skin-no, not just muscles. As with the skin, the organs in the patient's body seem to have been eaten by those things.

The night wind in Ningchuan is very strong, even if it is in a makeshift tent, the icy cold wind will blow in from the gaps in the tent cloth from time to time.

When the night wind blew over the patient's body, Chen Xian could hear the hollow noise coming from his body. The black cracks all over the patient's body were like windows that were not tightly closed at home when the wind was blowing.

The wind will pour in mercilessly, and in an instant it will squeeze out from the gaps in the skin tissues, making a piercing and terrifying scream, listening to it as if there are thousands of weird sounds crying.

Lu Yi was not wrong before he was born. The patient did become a "paper man". His body was just an empty shell constructed from bamboo sticks. The internal organs and all the tissues in the body disappeared, only dry and shriveled. The skin full of tissue fluid still exists, and those gaps are like cracks in a paper shell...Even Chen Xian doubts whether this body will be ignited by an open flame like a real paper man?

"The patient lost his vital signs five minutes ago. He is the last deceased in this incident."

One of the staff members in white coats said suddenly, and slowly took off the mask while speaking, revealing Song Jueming's sloppy face.

Song Jueming at this time was more decadent than what he had seen in the meeting room before, his unshaven face was full of extreme depression, and his voice became much hoarse.

"Can the target attribute be confirmed?" Chen Xian glanced at him, then lowered his head, carefully observing the corpse lying on the hospital bed, "Is it caused by the abnormal life or is there another reason?"

"From the information we have so far, it is temporarily impossible to determine what the goal of this unusual case is." Song Jueming walked to the corner and lit a cigarette for himself far away from the corpse.

Under the flickering flames, Song Jueming's uncertain expression made people a little scared, as if suppressing the anger in his heart, he was silent for nearly half a minute before speaking.

"He is the only one who escaped from the inside and left part of his consciousness. He said that he saw a lot of paper people inside, and those paper people would attack the living..." Song Jueming organized the language and tried his best. Carefully described, "As long as the living being attacked leaves wounds, even if they don't see the blood and just scratch their skin, they will eventually lose their ability to move inexplicably, as if they have been poisoned by some kind of poison."

Poisoned?

Chen Xian frowned, feeling that the case this time was much more complicated than he thought, and the most troublesome thing for him was this kind of unclear goal.

"After inspection, there is no detectable toxin in his body, but...I found this thing in the chest cavity of the other deceased." Song Jueming said, and the staff on the side beckoned.

Soon, a staff member took out a glassware similar to a petri dish from a sealed safe, which contained a shriveled human heart.

The heart is like a bamboo root buried in the soil, with many milky white tentacles growing on it, and dozens of bamboo-like branches as thick as chopsticks.

The only place where nothing has grown is the bottom of the heart, but there is not nothing there.

There is a strange pattern, or totem, spell.

From the structural point of view, it was not a Talisman Mantra in the traditional sense. At least Chen Xian couldn't judge its origin, and even Lu Yisheng from Xingli couldn't judge it, because they had never seen such a thing.

"I suspect they are under some kind of curse." Song Jueming was smoking a cigarette in a very solemn tone. "This curse not only kills the host it is attached to, but also has a certain infectious power."

"Infectiousness?" Chen Xian frowned and asked, "How is it contagious?"

Song Jueming smiled, raised his hands, and motioned for Chen Xian to look at the gloves he was wearing.

"If you don't take any protective measures and directly touch the bamboo sticks that extend from the patient's body, even if you don't cut the skin or leave you with any wounds, you will be infected." Song Jueming said, his eyes were Li was vaguely afraid, “Symptoms will appear within ten minutes after being infected, and the time of death will be about half an hour. Some of the investigators we arrived first have already been recruited.”

"Can it be cured?" Lu Yisheng couldn't help but asked, as if he was frightened by this strange disease, his face was paler than the real paper man.

Song Jueming glanced at him and shook his head.

"Now we can't even relieve the development speed of this symptom, let alone cure it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jueming took a deep breath, his bloodshot eyes a little tired.

"As long as the patient loses the ability to move, then they must not move their body. As long as they receive a little force, their body will split, and the growth rate of those bamboo sticks will instantly increase..." Song Jue Ming said, shook his head as if talking to himself, "They are not saved, they can only wait to die."

Chen Xian thought for a while and asked, "The paper people they said have not come out yet?"

"They didn't come out, they were all huddled in the room." Song Jueming sighed, "Twenty minutes ago, the Armed Section Chief had brought people in. There is still no news. Ten minutes ago, we lost contact with them. It seems that the signal can be blocked here, so we don’t know what’s going on in the house now."

Tu Sen also went in?

Chen Xian was a little surprised, because under normal circumstances, members of the Armed Forces Department would not participate in the handling of different cases at will. Unless they are dispatched by the most superior order, otherwise...Even if the sky falls, they will not come forward. .

It's not that they are cold-blooded, it's just that the regulations of the Secret Bureau are kept.

Could it be that this case has all gone to the capital headquarters?

"You don't need to think about it, our rules have changed a long time ago." Song Jueming seemed to know what Chen Xian was thinking, and couldn't help but smile ugly. "The armed members of the headquarters still follow the original rules and cannot move out at will, but This is not the case with the members of the Armed Section of the sub-bureau. They can be transferred by our Director Huo Da."

Hearing Song Jueming's words, Huo Fatty standing by the door coughed, nodded and said nothing.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the tent.

"Fatty Huo! Where are you?!"

Hearing this voice, the expression on Huo Fatty's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly pinched the cigarette **** in his hand.

"Tu Sen is back, go and have a look!"

Facts have proved that the members of the Armed Forces Section are indeed not idlers.

Eleven people went, and eleven came back.

Although everyone looked exhausted and embarrassed, their lives were enviously good compared to the sacrificed staff of the Investigation Section.

"Damn! Almost planted!"

Tu Sen’s first sentence when he saw Fatty Huo was cursing the street. His sweat beaded face had an unconcealable fear. His voice was a bit more excited than before, and his tone became much higher, like a cursing street. Vixen: "That thing can't be dealt with now, don't go in and die, wait until I send a report to the headquarters and ask for firepower..."

"Fire coverage? Your brain kicked by a donkey?" Huo Fatty interrupted him, and his tone became more serious. "This is a city, even if it is remote, it belongs to the city. If it is deep in the mountains and old forests, it doesn't matter. You can ask for a large scale. All firepower coverage will do, but here...no!"

"You!" Tu Sen clenched his teeth and stared at Fatty Huo fiercely, "Do you know how difficult these things are? We armed with special weapons can't help them! Let's go in and die! Or! Say you are going to keep people from blocking this place for the rest of your life?"

Fatty Huo didn't say a word, but looked at him silently.

Tu Sen gasped violently for a while, his emotions slowly calmed down, and he no longer yelled at Fatty Huo excitedly.

"I'm sorry...I'm a bit gaffe..." Tu Sen sighed, "I have served in the Armed Forces Department for 30 years. I have never met such a weird target. No weapon can affect them. The more you kill, the more you kill, the more you kill..."

Chen Xian glanced at the special rifle that Tu Sen was carrying, and then looked at the weapon carried by the man standing next to him, feeling that this case was getting more and more troublesome.

"Fuck, that's an individual howitzer, right?" Lu Yisheng muttered softly, with a little surprise on his face. It seems that he didn't expect things to develop to this point, "As for such an exaggeration?"

He spoke in a very soft voice, even Chen Xian, who was standing next to him, heard a little vaguely, but Tu Sen on the side heard it, and turned his head to look at him coldly.

"As for." Tu Sen said word by word, "Do you know how many abnormal lives there are?"

Lu Yisheng shook his head cautiously, saying that he didn't know.

"As far as I saw, there were at least a thousand. I don't know how many more are hidden deep in the house..." Tu Sen said, clenching the handle of the gun instinctively, as if recalling. In the previous battle scene, the expression was so gloomy that it dripped water.

"If you people in the Detection Division want to go in and have a look, I advise you to write down the text...Don't think I'm joking, you just go in and die. I don't want to collect your corpses."