Chapter 6: Corpse disposal

Shu Jun didn't dare really (sleeping Shui), staring for a long time. +++Mobile reading visit m.EbookFREE.me
I was afraid that I would just close my eyes and kick my legs, and there would be no follow-up. As for two...
Zhu Yanchen (sexual xing) is cold, but he does not hold the air of a high-ranking person, with only a slight sense of alienation in his gestures. But to speak of unconscious (thorn ci) emotions, Shu Jun believes that he is really a marshal.
I'm lying here, awake. A few steps away, Zhu Yanchen cut the rot from his wound and tossed samples. The scene is quite bloody, and from time to time there is a strange smell of blood being processed. If Marshal Zhu is a dentist, he must use glass as the wall of the clinic, and he doesn't mind the kind of patient screaming outside.
Not to mention that this person was half busy and realized that the meal was up, so he directly drank the nutrient on the same table. This pragmatism is indeed like the smoke and dust he knew.
There are a lot of scenes in "Erosion", Shu Jun is not disgusted, just find it interesting. Marshal Zhu, who was advertised outside the game, is more like a shelf, and now there is a little more blood on the shelf.
Zhu Yanchen made two cups of nutritional supplements, and the cup was placed on the head of Shu Jun's bed.
Shu Jun tried his best: "Aren't you tired?"
How long he has been on the (bed chuang), how long Zhu Yanchen has been busy at the table without any rest.
Zhu Yanchen hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and turned to leave.
"Think of this as a special game task, I won't have a headache, so let's—"
Zhu Yanchen squinted his eyes from behind the goggles: "Say a few words."
Shu Jun smiled and cut Zhu Yanchen's arm. Marshal Zhu is not too strong, but unfortunately he doesn't have much skills in fighting each other (killing sha), so he got caught upright. I didn't feel the pain, and didn't see the other person's hurt. Zhu Yanchen didn't earn any more, sitting on the bedside and sighing: "Let go."
"Squeeze out your six words for a long time." Shu Jun let go, "Either that, I say you listen.
Zhu Yanchen looked at him. Shu Jun didn't fight haha ​​again: "There must be something difficult to solve here. The person in charge can't let me go, so I asked someone to help."
"For the internal affairs of "Erosion", players should avoid suspicion. To pick one from insiders, naturally my acquaintances are better to speak... I thought before, for a life player, Ah Yan, your tactical level (强qiang) It's too much."
And he didn't like to talk about his work, Shu Jun swallowed this sentence. Others lie down for a long time, their minds are not idle, (gan gan) waiting is always not his style.
"You are a member of "Erosion", this idea can stand. There is just a problem. They shouldn't let you use the shell of an important npc. It's too ostentatious to say that it would be better to build an npc temporarily. This is The only thing I can’t figure out...So I guess, since the NPCs in this world are as smart as people, for the convenience of management, it’s not impossible to recruit some top NPCs. Maybe you are Marshal Zhu Yanchen, but you have special permissions. ."
For example, jumping out of unknowing rules, such as being able to communicate with the player's world.
"This time your saving me is probably not your main purpose. You have other arrangements, but you just happened to come to me to help the official solve the problem."
If he had been prepared, Zhu Yanchen would not use such a simple and rude way to push him.
"This way, if the accident on my body is opened up, there is only one problem left." Shu Jun finally smiled, his sharp teeth a little in the way. "If I didn't misunderstand, let's just be friends, why don't you respond to me?"
Zhu Yanchen squinted.
"...I think very carefully. Since there is no headache, this information should not be sensitive." Shu Jun sucked the mouth nutrient.
"Because you are lucky. The shock in your brain hurts you. The second time, I may not be able to hang your life." Zhu Yanchen's voice is cold, "It is difficult for people to control their thoughts, and you like to think, don't be so In a hurry to die."
"Ayan, it really is you." Shu Jun scratched his face. He forgot the sharpened nails and scratched thin blood marks on the side of his face. "It's worth noting that I made up so many things."
Zhu Yanchen: "..."
Although behind the mask, the marshal seemed to want to hit someone for a moment.
After breaking the identity of the other party, the emotion of the other party declined instead of rising, which Shu Jun did not expect. He took it when he saw it, and quickly flattened himself on the (bed chuang), his posture was so neat that he could be buried right away.
Zhu Yanchen didn't plan to let Shu Jun pretend to be dead: "It looks like you are almost recovered. Let's set off."
Then he threw down the healing wound patch: "...Take care of your face."
Shu Jun's nerves finally relaxed a little-it was the "smoke" he knew. In the worst case, even if the other party's exchanges in the past few years have other purposes, it is better than facing a completely unknown "Marshal Zhu".
Looking at the reaction of the other party, my own guess is not so outrageous.
Shu Jun thought that Zhu Yanchen would send himself to the official reception desk by the way, and again it must be a place with normal buildings. As a result, they just switched from one danger map to another.
On the ground, Shu Jun panted against the stalagmites, feeling a fever all over his body.
There are buildings, low concrete buildings lying on the ground, dilapidated and old, with eroded gray and black. There are only working purifiers in the surrounding area, not even a stronghold here, I don't know what secrets can be hidden.
When the two landed, Zhu Yanchen led Shu Jun towards the back door of the building, avoiding the monitor. The building is not simple or simple. Half of it was stuffed with instruments, and half of it was dug with a square deep hole, and the things in the deep hole could be recognized. A small swamp was tumbling on it, shaking the liquid column leisurely.
After suffering a big loss, Shu Jun has even more dislike for this thing. He squatted on the machine and watched for a long time, but he still didn't feel like he had realized it. There are changes, the air here must have been eroded, but it made him feel comfortable.
Just as Shu Jun was about to turn his head to speak, Zhu Yanchen made a silent gesture.
someone is coming.
The front door creaked open, and a man in thick protective clothing came in with a cart. There were two carts with bulging body bags on top. The shape of the human body could be seen. He - or she - unloaded them from the car, put them into the chute, and watched them be swallowed by the swamp.
The corpses made a sizzling noise and quickly dissolved.
"How much do you know about the erosion of marsh?" Zhu Yanchen opened his mouth at the noise of the corpse handling.
"...Just the background of the game."
Games, there are always some weird settings. Erosion marsh is an aggregate composed of erosive substances, he only knows how to deal with it, and he has not considered any more detailed aspects.
Why did you suddenly start discussing settings?
"After the world eroded, there was a big gap in technology. Our understanding of it is also limited." Zhu Yanchen said, "People have only used it. Keep watching."
Shu Jun turned his head inexplicably, the man had already begun to throw the second car of corpses into the small erosion marsh.
Something is wrong.
The carcass of the first car was quietly decomposed, and the carcass of the second car was quiet enough, but the surroundings were not like that. Unnatural land fluctuations, fog, and rock clacking one after another. In severe cases, the walls near the eroded marsh peeled off.
The formation was a bit like their ability, but it was extremely weak in comparison.
"The first car is an ordinary civilian, and the second car is a soldier who died due to erosion by the erosion of the marsh. The latter will resonate briefly with the surrounding environment (fa) before (body shen) physical function is completely stopped. Contains corrosive substances, air, water, soil...the only difference is concentration."
Having said this, Zhu Yanchen paused and looked at the corpse handler.
Shu Jun didn't react slowly, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill. It was late at night, and the foreground seemed particularly gloomy.
Players will have some supernatural abilities or traits, which are almost conventional rules. Things are taken for granted. Most people focus on the skills themselves. Few people will seriously pursue the "principles of achieving this skill".
"Go on," he said.
"Some human bodies have special constitutions, and their tolerance to corrosive substances (strong qiang) will resonate more clearly. But no matter how special human beings are, they will only die quickly if they are exposed to too much corrosive substances. Even if there is a purifier to clean the swamp. , The sacrifice of purification was too great, and the people at that time... could not support such a large personnel consumption."
Zhu Yanchen's speech was a bit slow. Following his narration, the corpse handler had already packed up the car and slowly moved out.
The lights were turned off and the room was dark. The familiar headache rushed back slowly, Shu Jun didn't vomit this time, just couldn't help landing on one knee. The reaction this time was stronger (strong qiang) than last time, and his head seemed to be split in half.
Zhu Yanchen said that this incident hurts his body, and the second time, he might die. What is Marshal Zhu doing now?
It's too dark here, he can't see the eyes behind the goggles. The eclipse swamp made a sticky stirring sound, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Zhu Yanchen continues: "Erosion will cut off the signal transmission, and the erosion will erode the mechanical joints. The core of the purification machine can support it. Neither remote control machines nor AI can replace humans (fuck cao). Humans are used as a substitute. The blueprints are synthesized and modified. Synthetic organisms can gain high resistance to corrosion and gain strength. There are also costs. As unnatural products, they are destined to not survive for too long."
But who wants to be born to fight and then die quickly?
Especially those who have (strong qiang) great "power".
"...No, it should be said that you are destined to not survive for long."
As his thoughts turned, Shu Jun couldn't stand up anymore, and his headache almost made him faint. In the darkness, something crawled on his hands and feet. Zhu Yanchen looked up at him, his face covered by the gas mask, he still couldn't see his expression.
If you just wanted to (kill sha) him, these actions would be too superfluous.
...Wait, he clearly fell to the ground, why is Zhu Yanchen looking up at him?
Shu Jun was in pain all over his body, he wanted to yell, but he couldn't make any sound. He saw the swamp boiling under his feet, and countless liquid pillars lifted him into the air, entwining his body.
Zhu Yanchen took off the gas mask. A little moonlight poured in from the window, illuminating his pale face.
The air erosive concentration must have exploded, Shu Jun thought vaguely, is this person going to die?
Zhu Yanchen stretched out his hand to him, and Shu Jun couldn't hear what he said. The fact that he had just realized was not digested, the pain did not go away, and the pain of (body shen) collapsed all over his body, and he wanted to faint and collapse.
[You will not lose. 】
Blurred, some people say that, it's not Zhu Yanchen's voice, but more...make me miss it. Motivated by (刺ci), Shu Jun tried to open his eyes. Zhu Yanchen was still standing there with his hands outstretched, his face unconcealed.
And the expression is a little sad.
That sadness is blamed on the unskilled, he still owes himself ten thousand explanations about this mess...
Wait, I didn't forget what I heard. Shu Jun's spirit was shocked, the pain was painful, and he returned to life for the second time. He must stay awake and keep the hard-won information. He must--
Shu Jun fell from the air. To be precise, he was more like being thrown into the air. This time it was Zhu Yanchen's turn to be a cushion, and he was smashed full of arms. The liquid column retreated, the pain disappeared, and the previous weakness was wiped out. Shu Jun looked at Zhu Yanchen, the other side even looked embarrassed.
The previous sadness seemed to be my own illusion. Marshal Zhu's face was stretched again, his black eyes were bottomless.
"Just now to the end--"
"Who?!" Shu Jun's question was interrupted by a harsh shout. For some reason, the corpse handler who should have left turned back.
The lights came on again, and the whole room was bright as day.