Chapter 11 Burning and New Discoveries
Black smoke gushed out of the towering chimneys. The entire incineration plant was shrouded in smog and the air pollution index was visible to the naked eye.
Feng Mu sniffed, and a strong, indescribable smell entered his nasal cavity, like a rotting corpse that had been flushed with toilet cleaner. It was both smelly and fragrant, making people feel nauseous.
Wang Jian quickly took out a mask and handed it over, saying, "It smells bad, right? I couldn't stand it when I first came here, but I got used to it after two days. Well, wearing a mask can also block out most of the smell."
After Feng Mu thanked him, he took a look and found that it was slightly thicker than the medical mask he used in his previous life.
Wearing a mask can reduce the smell a lot, at least it won't cause physiological vomiting.
Feng Mu asked, "Is this the smell of burning corpses?"
Wang Jian nodded and shook his head: "The incinerator is divided into many areas. Burning corpses is only one part of it. There are also pollutants, radioactive materials, waste and garbage burned, but the most pungent smell is indeed the smell of corpses."
Feng Mu swallowed his saliva: "Is the air poisonous?"
Wang Jian scratched his head. "They were disinfected before incineration, so the factory said there was no pollution, but the workers in the factory privately thought there was. So, Feng Mu, are you still coming?"
Feng Mu said nonchalantly: "It's okay, you're here too, I'll just put on the mask."
Wang Jian smiled in a friendly manner: "Well, there is definitely some poison, but the harm is not as great as outsiders think. My father has worked in the incineration plant for nearly 20 years, and I have never seen him get into any trouble."
Feng Mu nodded and calmly pinched the edge of the mask tighter.
Wang Jian had never talked much to Feng Mu in the class before, but they were both losers who dropped out of school, and when they saw each other again after leaving school, he inexplicably felt that it was easy to get close to them.
Wang Jian thought for a moment and lowered his voice, "Actually, this job is not only easy on weekdays, but sometimes you can also get some unexpected benefits."
Feng Mu was not very interested in the benefits Wang Jian mentioned, but he still showed a hint of curiosity on his face: "What do you mean?"
Wang Jian deliberately didn't answer, keeping the question in suspense: "Let's go, you haven't seen a corpse, right? I'll take you to have a look. If you're lucky, maybe..."
Wang Jian chuckled twice and pretended to be mysterious.
Feng Mu's eyes lit up, he tugged at the strap of his schoolbag, and followed Wang Jian with great interest.
….The sultry temperature created ripples in the air.
Wang Jian opened the hatch of the incinerator, bent down, picked up the black body bag on the ground, threw it on the table skillfully, 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 corpses on the Internet, but the visual impact of seeing the real thing up close still brought great shock to his heart.
A head covered with lumps of flesh, a strangely sunken chest, hideous ribs that looked like a cannibal's mouth, and two arms that were twisted beyond recognition. Only the two thighs in the lower body could vaguely reveal the human form that it once had.
Feng Mu covered his mouth with his hands, looking horrified: "It's even more horrifying than the picture. It's hard to imagine that a human being can be deformed into this state."
The first time Wang Jian saw the evil corpse, he vomited his food. He still couldn't adapt to it, but he kept a straight face and said calmly: "I suspect that the pictures on the Internet have been Photoshopped. Otherwise, when you think about the possibility of turning into a horrible appearance if something goes wrong during martial arts training, how many students would dare to practice martial arts?"
There is no clear conclusion on the cause of the corpse.
But there are two main views:
One is that nuclear radiation accumulates excessively in the body, leading to gene mutations; the other is that after practicing martial arts to a certain level, something goes wrong, or one goes astray, leading to cell deformation.
Feng Mu subconsciously touched the coolness of his chest and gave Wang Jian a pale smile: "What you said makes sense. Now I think that dropping out of school is not a completely bad thing."
Wang Jian zipped up his pants, suppressed his nausea, pushed the body into the incinerator, and started the cremation.
Flames gushed out of the densely packed holes at the bottom of the incinerator, transforming into hundreds of fire snakes that wrapped around the corpses, greedily gnawing at their bones and sucking their marrow.
Wang Jian turned his head to look at Feng Mu, forced a smile and said, "Yes, I wish that all the college entrance examination candidates in my class can be admitted to university, improve their martial arts, and then one day, all come to me."
Feng Mu nodded speechlessly, then seemed to have thought of something. He quickly took off his schoolbag and pretended to throw it into the incinerator.
Wang Jian was startled: "What are you doing?"
Feng Mu stopped, unzipped his shirt, took out the outermost "graduation certificate", then generously opened it to show Wang Jian the pile of papers inside.
He said: "I want to burn all the stationery papers as a farewell to my failed and incompetent student life."
Wang Jian grinned and waved his hand: "Burn it, burn it, burn it clean."
Feng Mu zipped up his bag again, exerted all his strength, and threw it away. The bag flew in an arc and hit the chest of the evil corpse. It was swallowed by its "sharp mouth" and merged into the flames.
Wang Jian took out a cigarette and handed it to Feng Mu, who shook his head.
Wang Jian took off his mask and put the cigarette in his mouth: "Then you keep an eye on them for me. I'm going to go out and smoke a cigarette. The smell in the room is too strong."
Feng Mu smiled gently, his pupils reflected in the shape of flames, and the shadows of his feet seemed to be melted by the scorching fire, turning into a bright mold.
After I finish one cigarette, I still have one left. After I finish that, I still have half a pack left…
When Wang Jian walked in, reeking of smoke, the incinerator had already automatically cut off its power. All that was left on the hot metal plate was a pool of pale broken bones and... black lumps!
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Dark, irregular, apple core-sized black bumps.
In the pool of paleness, the black is shocking.
Feng Mu's pupils slightly opened and he stared at it without blinking, as if the black lump had some strange magic that was attracting him.
His Adam's apple moved and Feng Mu swallowed subconsciously, then was startled by his body's desire.
"I want to eat."
Feng Mu was shocked and suddenly looked away to look at Wang Jian who walked in.
"Oh, it's out. You're lucky. Usually you have to burn 10 corpses to get a black core."
As Wang Jian spoke, he picked up the black lump with pliers and rinsed it in cold water.
As it was washed, the black bumps became clearer and clearer, like a walnut that had been dented but not broken, with many cracks of varying depths on the surface.
Feng Mu looked at Wang Jian's expression and said, "Strange, he doesn't seem to be affected. So, am I the only one who wants to eat?"
"Here you go." Wang Jian suddenly threw it away.
Feng Muqiang suppressed his inner impulse and reached out to catch it steadily.
Almost at the moment he started, a prompt box popped up in his mind.
"So I think this job is not bad. 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 about a hundred yuan, it is still free extra money."
Wang Jian seemed very eager for Feng Mu to take the job and persuaded him,
"How about you come and do it? We can still be companions in the future."
Wang Jian really didn't want to burn corpses by himself. The day shift was okay, but the night shift was... It's not that he was afraid, but it was just that he felt scared sometimes.
Feng Mu held the black lump in his palm, feeling the cold temperature, but his tone was full of heat: "Well, come on."
Of course it’s not for that little extra money, but because…
[Special metal detected - fragments of Yinsha Jiuyou Evil and Wrath Iron. ][Edible: Yes. ][Current edible slot - pig iron, no empty edible slot. ][Tip: If you want to eat new iron, please remove the occupied edible slot first and reset the edible degree. ][Do you want to remove and reset? ][……](End of this chapter)
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