Plague Doctor

The smell of corpse smelled. This adult male's neck was severed from it. Gu Jun bent over and could clearly see the fracture of his muscles, cartilage and trachea. It was oddly neat. The beheading must have been done with a very sharp instrument.

But more strangely, there was no splash of blood on the neck of the body, on the clothes and on the surrounding dirt.

If the deceased had been beheaded while alive, the common carotid artery would have sprayed blood and the body would not have been so clean. Did he behead the deceased after he died?

“Is this what the devil does...” Catherine murmured, and several others couldn't stand to see more, or they would throw up.

This scenario made the peacocks equally uncomfortable, and the bodies of those children were so brutally beheaded that they remembered the Osalans. And Catherine somehow had the feeling that the two children of the missing family were kneeling there. At this time, he's been dead for over a decade.

“In my experience, it's usually people who do this.” Gu Jun said, "People who feel like they are achieving something great. ”

Although he is not a forensic physician, he has touched many bodies, and these bodies make him feel...

Weird, twisted, just as they should be highly rotten and eventually become a skeleton, not a dry corpse like this.

Gu Jun looked at the corpse's neck, and the illusion suddenly flashed like a ghost. He saw that the nerves and blood vessels of the neck twisted into a spiral triangle swirl... He went to look at the other corpse next to him, and there was this illusion, and then looked at the other corpse, or this way, the spiral triangle swirl.

“Spiral, spiral...” he muttered, vaguely thinking of something.

He walked along the trajectory of these headless corpses, with a corpse kneeling across a path on barren sand, and one at a time... gradually he could determine, “This is not a circle, it's a spiral, a spiral triangle with a wire tower as the midpoint...”

Spiral, also means there are more coils.

He went this way, either in the innermost circle of the spiral, or further afield; or in the outer most periphery of the spiral.

The circle in the spiral, it's not finished.

This ceremony requires more bodies, more sacrifices...

“Mr. Nightmareman!” At this point, the peacock behind him suddenly shouted, "Something is blowing in the wind. ”

Gu Jun turned his head and saw that a large wind was blowing from the direction of Wharton Town. Pieces of sand and dust were rolled up. In the meantime, there were several traces of yellow paper flying towards them. When the yellow paper fell to their feet, the wind had subsided.

He picked up a piece of yellow paper at his feet and looked and frowned.

This paper is no bigger than half of the A4 paper and is turquoise, painted with red and black hybrid paint with a skewed spiral triangle.

He felt that that was the pattern these bodies were listing...

“What is this?” Tom asked, looking at a piece of yellow paper that he had picked up.

Six yellow charms, all with the same pattern, seem to correspond exactly to the six bodies they have here.

“We've never seen such a mark.” The peacock said, and Catherine went on to say, “I have a bad feeling… very, very bad. ”

Gu Jun looked at each of the people with a yellow charm. He noticed the old stone and remembered something. His heart suddenly grabbed it.

[Secrets out, dying, glamour, madness]

Crash, disaster, rebellion, collapse]

He looked down at the yellow paper in his hand, the secret... the yellow secret...

The legend of the Land Travellers is mainly explaining the last sentence, and for the first sentence, even the doctors can't say one, so simply saying “secret” and "shadow” should describe the characteristics of the rebel forces' previous secret plot... is that really what you mean?

“Secrets come out, death comes."

How he feels, it was a prelude to the turmoil.

And this yellow secret... is it an ultimatum of death...

Gu Junwang looked at the wire tower on the far side of the road, between a trance, the illusion appeared again.

What he saw was not an iron gray tower, but a tall tower made of human heads. Whether adults or children, the face of a head retains the madness of death, where there is no pain and fear, only the most utter madness of the storm.

And the top skull was covered in blood.

……

When Wu Shiyu got off the plane at the airport, she took a bus to pick her up and went back to her headquarters in the suburbs of the city. Few Leisure Department personnel really enjoyed this treatment. It was noon when she walked into the base's 20-story administrative building.

On the large ground floor lobby, she saw Cai Zixuan picking her up in the conference room.

“Shirai, Arjun is alive!” Cai Zixuan walked in excitement as soon as he saw her, "I recognized his voice, definitely him!” Over the past six months, Zixuan's hair has become more and more worrisome. He recently listened to Grandpa Tong's suggestion and managed a flat hair.

“Uh...” Wu Shiyu followed the instructions of the small theater and did not comment.

In the elevator, along the way, Cai Zixuan was emotional, as if he could meet his old friends again tonight.

Wu Shiyu couldn't find out how to notice the suspicion. She felt fireworks from Zixuan's voice, which was a real pleasure.

When she walked into the conference room, she saw more than thirty people, most of whom should have received signals. Wang Ruoxiang, Xue Ba and Lu Xianning were in line, and their faces were full of excitement. Grandpa Tong, Dr. Shen, and Dr. Kang are among the backbones of the Angel school.

Her eyes, pay attention to the new people, those who did not know Xian Jun before...

“When it rains, I feel like it's him.” Wang Ruoxiang smiled, “Our previous medical judgment was wrong, fantasy dreams are different from our world. ”

“Everybody calm down!” Instead of saying this, Tong Grandpa, the old man is still a leader, and when it should be steady, it will be steady, “I am not sure if it is Arjun. We also have to figure out a lot of things, where the sound came from, how it came from, and what it means to give it to us. ”

“What pattern?” Wu Shiyu questioned that Grandpa Tong had not given details on the phone in the morning.

“The person receiving the signal does not have a specific dream, and besides the sound, there is only one pattern that can be implicitly remembered.” Grandpa Tong pointed, “the one on the screen. ”

Everyone looked at it. Wu Shiyu also looked at the big screen of the meeting, which showed a picture that was restored by the people who received the signal.

The picture shows a turquoise background with a skewed spiral triangle in the middle.