We all looked at each other in shock. We never expected that Lao Yang would do this trick and act so...
"I see that you guys are hiding and dodging, and what you are telling me must not be the truth. If I didn't lie like this, I could really fool you!"
"Okay, let them all loose, and tell me what's going on, and what the hell is in that box."
With a smile on his face, Lao Yang personally untied me, "You must keep an eye on this thing. Burying it here is not a long-term solution. See if there is anything you can do to deal with it?" Wen Na said to Lao Yang.
Lao Yang pondered for a while: "Well... let's think about it. Let's put this thing away first and take it to the boundary where we will camp next. There is a volcano group more than a hundred kilometers south of there. Let's move the camp. There is another important task, which is to search around the volcano for any surviving refugees before the volcano erupts. Then, you can throw this box in. No matter what it is, once the volcano erupts, it will all turn into a bunch of people. Gray.”
"This is a good idea. Then I'll leave this box to you." Wen Na solemnly handed the instrument for absorbing spirits into Lao Yang's hands.
The young man next to Lao Yang was very discerning. He quickly went to the truck and took out a very strong-looking safe. Then Lao Yang personally put the instruments in and closed the heavy cabinet door.
Then, we gave Lao Yang a rough narration of what happened when we entered this place. Of course, I concealed the content of the narration by the little boy and the puppet's spirit body.
Lao Yang also recounted the raids they encountered since we left the desert camp.
On the night we left the camp, everything was no different as usual. The few scholars who studied mummies were taking samples and testing data day and night. No one noticed that the sand piles around the camp had changed. The accident happened at midnight. ...
It was very quiet at night in the desert. Although the injured victims would moan from time to time, the sounds were blown away by the strong wind outside the Great Wall. The night watchmen also dozed absently until the violent impact and the shrill screams. The night sky broke, and everyone woke up from their sleep.
The tent where the boat coffin was parked has been torn apart, and only the lights inside are still shaking dimly. The boat coffin has long been missing, and even the few scholars who studied it have disappeared. Only some blood stains are left on the ground. "We thought it was an attack by hostile forces and that someone wanted to steal the ship's coffin, so we quickly raised the alarm and were on full alert. We used equipment to search the surrounding area for five kilometers, but no suspicious biological signals were found. In just a few minutes, If there was a sneak attack, it would not have been possible to evacuate so quickly. My first reaction at that time was that there was a mole in our camp!"
"At that time, I asked everyone to stand in line outside the tent. As soon as the team stood up, the tent sank into the ground right in front of everyone for no reason!"
"Is it those sandworms?"
"Yes!" Lao Yang nodded heavily.
"Those bugs can escape from the sand, and we can't see anything on the ground. Moreover, these bugs can also change the structure of the sandy soil. Wherever they burrow, they will create quicksand vortices."
"Hey... don't mention it, we lost at least one platoon that night! We didn't know where to shoot without even shooting, and the people were already stuck in the quicksand. Those bugs dragged the people into the sand and trapped them, and then they The trapped man’s head was bitten off!”
"Did you catch those sandworms later?" I asked.
"Still caught? Those sandworms let us go. I think the early arrival of the wind season may have something to do with those sandworms. You'd better take shelter here for the next few days."
We chatted, and the people who went out to search quickly entered the high wall with batches of refugees. I did not see the crazy woman among these refugees. There were many refugees surviving in this town. I roughly counted at least dozens of people brought in.
The refugees were all placed in the reception desk. The people in the desert camp took inventory of the supplies here, pulled out a cooking team, cooked three or four dishes for everyone, and carried them out.
Before the food was placed on the ground, the refugees left their seats and rushed over. The bowls and chopsticks were placed nearby, but they grabbed them with their hands, completely ignoring that the hot soup made their hands red. They stuffed it into their mouths. Some people stuffed their mouths so full that they burst into tears.
"Oh... how pitiful... what a crime." Lao Yang shook his head and sighed.
The refugees gathered around the vegetable bucket, and within a few minutes the food was emptied. The remaining few with thin arms and legs who didn't get anything to eat got into the vegetable bucket and licked the vegetable soup from the wall of the bucket. ...
"Ada, ask the cooking team to make some..."
"Uncle Yang, we saw a complete biological circulation feeding system here before. If it is used properly, it will not be a problem for these disaster victims to survive here. You can station a few people here to centrally manage these refugees. Can’t these equipment and supplies be put to their best use?”
"Brother Xiyuan, your idea is very good, but..." Lao Yang scratched his chin, "I can lead troops to fight, but if you ask me to manage the refugees and arrange their food, drink, and toilet, it will be really difficult. I am, and if you look at how they are now, it seems that they have been severely mentally stimulated and cannot be controlled..."
A new pot of food was served again, and the refugees, whose bellies were so full that it was difficult to walk, still crowded into a group and scrambled for it. During the scramble, I saw a person on the outer edge of the crowd being knocked to the ground, and the people behind him were knocked to the ground. They stepped on his body and pushed forward regardless.
The soldiers who were serving food were all in disheveled condition, and their hats were tilted to the back of their heads, which was very funny.
"Don't grab it! Everyone has it! You're stepping on someone!"
The soldiers around are all hungry and trying to maintain order. They haven't eaten even a drop of rice yet, but persuasion has no effect at all. I saw that the people who fell on the ground have been stepped on several times. If this continues, he may You will be trampled to death for grabbing a bite of food!
"Bang!" Lao Yang took out his pistol and fired a shot outside the window.
The crowd turned a deaf ear, and even the sound of gunshots had no deterrent effect.
"Everyone pull away from me! If you don't listen, I'll beat you with a stick!"
Lao Yang spoke and finally controlled the refugees who were grabbing food. The man lying on the ground couldn't help twitching and foaming at the mouth. "Is this epilepsy?" Lao Yang took out his belt and put it on the man's mouth. Li prevented him from biting his tongue, "Call the medic quickly!"
When the medics arrived, the people on the ground were no longer breathing... The refugees were squatting on the ground, staring at the bodies on the ground without a trace of pity in their eyes.
"What was the cause of death?" Lao Yang asked the medical soldier.
"This... it's hard to be sure now. Only after an autopsy can we know. It may be the disease of the deceased or a genetic disease. However, the possibility of viral infection cannot be ruled out."
"Viral infection?"
The medical soldier stood up, opened the folding stretcher and carried the body up, "Prion, we have met several such dead people before."
"Ah? Then will we be infected? Can you help me disinfect it?"
When I left the shelter, I didn’t even wear a gas mask! Isn't this unfortunate...
"Don't worry, prions are not really viruses."
"Huh..." I took a breath, but I didn't expect that there would be more to come from the medic.
"The human immune system is completely helpless against prions. Our general disinfection methods cannot deal with prions, so disinfectants are useless. Even if they are boiled at 120 degrees for 4 hours, prions are still contagious."
"Huh?! Then if we get infected, we have to wait to die?"
"As long as you don't have necrophagia, you generally won't be infected with prions." After the medical soldier finished speaking, he carried the body for testing...
