Chapter 11 Incineration and New Discovery
Tall chimneys, black smoke billowing out, the entire incineration plant was shrouded in haze, and the air pollution index was almost visible to the naked eye.
Feng Mu sniffed, and a strong, indescribable smell penetrated into his nasal cavity, like a stinky corpse that had been washed away by a toilet cleaner. It was smelly and fragrant, making people feel sick to his stomach.
Wang Jian quickly took out a mask and handed it over, saying, "Doesn't it smell bad? I couldn't stand it when I first came here. I got used to it after two days. Well, wearing a mask can also block most of the smell. Son.”
After thanking him, Feng Mu looked at it and found that it was slightly thicker than the medical mask in his previous life.
Wearing a mask will reduce the smell a lot, at least it will not cause physiological vomiting.
Feng Mu asked: "Is this the smell of burning corpses?"
Wang Jian nodded and shook his head: "The incineration plant is divided into many areas, and burning corpses is only one part of it. There are also Burning pollutants, radiation, waste, etc., but the most pungent thing is indeed the smell of corpses. "
Feng Mu swallowed: "Is the air poisonous?"
Wang Jian scratched his head: "It was disinfected before incineration, so the factory said no, but The workers in the factory privately feel that there is, so, Feng Mu, do you want to come again?”
Feng Mu said disapprovingly: "It's okay, aren't you here too? I just put on the mask."
A friendly smile appeared on Wang Jian's face: "Well, there is definitely a little bit of poison, but there is no harm. Outsiders think so much, my dad has been working in the incineration plant for almost 20 years, and I haven’t seen anything happen to him.”
Feng Mu nodded and calmly pinched the edges of the mask tighter.
Wang Jian was in the class before and actually didn't talk to Feng Mu very much, but they were all dropouts and losers. When they saw each other after leaving school, they felt inexplicably easy to get close to.
Wang Jian thought for a while, then lowered his voice and said: "Actually, this job is usually very leisurely, and sometimes you can get some unexpected benefits."
Feng Mu was not very interested in the benefits mentioned by Wang Jian, but he still had a curious look on his face: "What do you mean?"
Wang Jian deliberately didn't answer and pretended to be: "Let's go, you haven't seen me. Let's go to the corpse, I'll take you to take a look, if you're lucky, maybe..."
Wang Jian chuckled twice, pretending to be mysterious.
Feng Mu's eyes lit up, he tugged on the strap of his schoolbag, and followed Wang Jian enthusiastically.
…….
The sweltering temperature ripples the air.
Wang Jian opened the door of the incinerator, bent down to pick up the black body bag on the ground, threw it skillfully on the table, and then unzipped the body bag.
Wang Jian: "Look, this is the evil corpse."
Feng Mu's eyes widened. He had also seen pictures of the evil corpse on the Internet, but the visual impact of the real thing at close range , still brought quite a shock to his soul.
The head is covered with fleshy pimples, the chest is strangely sunken, the ferocious ribs are intertwined like canine mouths, and the two arms are twisted out of shape. Only the two thighs of the lower body can vaguely show the appearance of the human form. .
Feng Mu covered his mouth with his hands and turned pale with horror: "It's even scarier than the one in the picture. It's hard to imagine that human beings can be deformed like this."
The first time Wang Jian saw the corpse, he vomited out his rice. I still couldn't adapt to it for a while, but I kept my face strong and calmed down. Jingdao: "I suspect that the pictures on the Internet have been edited. Otherwise, when I think about martial arts training going wrong, it might look like this. How many students would dare to practice martial arts."
The cause of the disaster has not been determined yet.
But there are two mainstream theories:
One is that excessive accumulation of nuclear radiation in the body leads to genetic mutations;
One is that after practicing martial arts to a certain level, something goes wrong or goes astray, causing cell distortion.
Feng Mu subconsciously touched the coolness on his chest and showed a pale smile to Wang Jian: "What you said makes sense. Now I think it's not entirely a bad thing for us to drop out of school."
Wang Jian He closed the zipper, suppressed his nausea, pushed the body into the incineration chamber, and started the cremation.
The flames spewed out from the dense holes at the bottom of the incineration cabin, turning into hundreds of fiery snakes that wrapped around the corpse, greedily eating away at the bones and sucking out the marrow.
Wang Jian turned to look at Feng Mu, forced out a smile and said, "Yes, I wish that all the college entrance examination students in the class will be admitted to college, improve their martial arts, and one day they will all come to my place."< br>
Feng Mu nodded speechlessly, then seemed to think of something, and quickly took off his schoolbag, pretending to throw it into the incinerator. Wang Jian was startled: "What are you doing?"
Feng Mu stopped, opened the zipper, took out the outermost "graduation certificate", and then opened it generously to Wang Jian. He glanced at the pile of papers inside.
He said: "I want to burn all the stationery papers, just to say goodbye to my failed and incompetent student career."
Wang Jian grinned and waved his hand: "Burn it , burn it, burn it cleanly”
Feng Mu zipped up the zipper again, used all his strength, and threw it away. The bag was thrown in an arc and hit Ershi's chest. He was swallowed by the "sharp mouth" and merged into one body in the flames.
Wang Jian took out a cigarette and handed it to Feng Mu. Feng Mu shook his head.
Wang Jian took off his mask and put the cigarette in his mouth: "Then keep an eye on me. I'll go out to smoke. The smell in the room is too strong."
Feng Mu smiled gently. , the pupils were reflected in the shape of flames, and the shadows on the soles of the feet seemed to be melted by the intense firelight, haloing into a bright mold.
After smoking 1 cigarette, there is still 1 cigarette left, and after smoking another cigarette, there is still half a pack...
When Wang Jian walked in smelling like smoke, the incinerator had automatically cut off the power, leaving only a pool of pale bones and... black lumps on the hot metal plate!
Pitch-black, irregular, black bumps the size of apple cores.
In a pool of pale white, the blackness is shocking.
Feng Mu's pupils opened slightly and he stared unblinkingly, as if the black bump had some weird magic power that attracted him.
The Adam's apple squirmed, Feng Mu swallowed subconsciously, and then was startled by the body's desire.
"I want to eat."
Feng Mu was shocked and suddenly looked away at Wang Jian who walked in.
"Hey, it's shipped. You're in luck. It usually takes 10 corpses to be burned to get one black core."
While Wang Jian was talking, he clamped the black core with iron pliers. , rinse in cold water.
As I rinsed, the appearance of the black pimple became clearer and clearer. It looked like a dented walnut, but it was not broken yet. There were many cracks of varying depths on the surface.
Feng Mu scanned Wang Jian's expression: "It's strange, he doesn't seem to be affected, so I'm the only one who wants to eat?"
"Here you go." Wang Jian suddenly flicked his hand.
Feng Muqiang suppressed his inner impulse and stretched out his hand to catch it steadily.
Almost the moment he took it, a prompt box popped up in his mind.
“So I say this job is pretty good. Occasionally, I can burn out black cores. Although I don’t know what they are used for, there are people on the black market who specialize in recycling them. Although the price is not high, only a hundred or ten yuan, but It’s always free money.”
Wang Jian seemed to be very eager for Feng Mu to take over the job, so he persuaded him,
"What about you, why don't you come and do it? We can still be friends in the future."
Wang Jian sincerely said I don’t want to burn the corpses alone. The day shift is fine, but the night shift is. I’m not afraid, but sometimes I’m scared.
Feng Mu held the black lump in his palm, feeling the cold temperature, but his tone was full of heat: "Well, come."
Of course not for the extra money, But because...
[Special metal detected - fragments of Yinsha Jiuyoue Nieyi Iron. ]
[Edible or not: Yes. ]
[The current food column - pig iron, there is no empty food column. ]
[Tip: If you consume new iron, please remove the occupied food column first and reset the food level. ]
[Remove reset? ]
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(End of this chapter)