Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1081

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...is this the end of the attack?Is it too casual?
"Although the speed has been accelerated, please rest assured that you have not skipped any information you should know." The voice-over finally explained, and as a farmhouse in the distance lightened slightly, it fell completely silent.

That farmhouse is where the dead are.One by one, they approached the door of the farmhouse quickly—the era of this poor village was probably the Middle Ages; a few crude boards were nailed together, and the gap between each other was so wide that a person could stick a fist in, but this was not the case. It's already a door.

Calling out the illuminated fish, Bohemia pushed open the door, and a stench of domestic animals mixed with the smell of boiled cabbage hit her face.The farmhouse is narrow and crowded, and naturally there is no floor. When you step on it, the soles of your shoes are covered with black mud; the pigsty is next to the place where people live, and you can faintly hear the snoring of pigs behind the house.In the darkness, a dog suddenly stood up from the ground and was about to bark—before it could make a sound, she rushed up and grabbed the dog's mouth and threw it out of the window.It was probably knocked unconscious, and after throwing it out, there was only a muffled sound, and it lost its sound.

"You are quite kind to the dog." Descartes followed in and commented.

Next to the remaining warmth left by the dog, there was a tall pile of straw, and a dirty cloth was spread on the straw pile, which was regarded as a "sheet".The two fish swam forward in mid-air, and the light immediately illuminated the person on the straw bed who was no longer breathing——

A middle-aged farmer, with a pale complexion, lay motionless on the rag sheet.The tiredness, haggardness and roughness engraved on his face can be seen at a glance as the traces left by the hard life in his lifetime.

"The expression is very serene." Descartes leaned up to take a look, and couldn't hold back his quick tongue: "In this case, even if something happened to your friend, she will at least go very—"

The second half of the sentence was suddenly stuck, because Bohemia reached out and turned the farmer over.

The back half of the fan—maybe this quantifier shouldn’t be used on people, but she really didn’t know what word to use for a while—the back half of the farmer’s whole body, from the back of his head, back, and fart| Butt, all the way to the calf and heel, it's all gone.

When she flipped over like this, the broken clothes couldn't cover the corpse, and the broken bones, meat and internal organs all fell out in a splash-although a large area of ​​the cloth sheet had been soaked wet for a long time, everyone noticed it immediately. Something is wrong.

"...Well, there's too little blood." Bohemia's face was wrinkled into a rag, and she let go of the corpse, rubbing her hands on the skirt vigorously: "Half of the body is gone, why is there so much blood flowing out? Is this rag not completely soaked?"

"It means that one of the habits of this creature is to suck human blood?" Descartes guessed, "Look, although the clothes and skin on the back are broken, at least they are still there, but they are all crumpled. They were mixed together and piled aside again. The amount of meat and internal organs is about the same as that of a normal adult... The only thing missing is the blood."

Bohemia endured the surge of gastric juice, turned her face and took a deep breath, and asked, "...criminologist?"

"No, it's out of interest."

Suppressing her nausea and taking a closer look, she realized that the mosaic was right.The cloth sheet was torn and sparse, and was eaten by moths. The broken meat, internal organs and bones on the farmer's back leaked a lot through the holes in the cloth. At first glance, it seemed that half of the body was missing. , In fact, it was only half of it was crushed by something, and then scattered into the straw pile.

The only thing that has decreased significantly is the blood—maybe this also explains why the first thing she smelled was not blood when she entered the door.

"Let me check the time first," Bohemia took out the leaf and looked at the faint light outside the window.In the figurative "topic", the flow of time seems to be slower than it actually is. She and Descartes both checked the corpse, and only one minute passed.

"Don't you have a normal watch?"

She put away the leaves without hearing anything, and turned her gaze back to the dead body. "Come on, let's go to some other houses."

The other four dead were of different ages, male and female, but they all looked exactly the same; they all fell on the straw bed, and a large amount of blood disappeared from the broken rear half of the body.Some people's dogs are still guarding the owner in the house, and some people's houses are empty, and I don't know if the dog has run away long ago.

"It's very simple," Descartes snorted. "Your friends are also stupid, and they haven't figured it out for so long. They all died silently on the bed, and what they lost was the back half of their bodies. It means that the things that attacked them must have hit them from the back... These dilapidated farmhouses are full of mud, and most of the things that attacked people were drilled from the ground."

"Nonsense," Bohemia said unceremoniously, "The question is, can you deduce the physical characteristics and habits of this creature from this alone?"

"Dig the ground!" Descartes was eager to try, "When this creature drills through the soil, it will leave traces, let me see it!"

This sentence is easy to say, but Bohemia is tired and sweaty in order to execute it; plus she knows that time is running out, and she is digging the ground while looking at the leaves, like a gopher who starts to worry when winter comes .After digging the surface of the ground, Descartes floated over to look at it for a while, but hesitated and muttered unhappy.

"Don't pinch me," it was clenched into a ball by consciousness, "I... I didn't see any traces of drilling holes under the ground."

"What do you mean? Didn't you say that thing came out of the ground?"

"I—I thought it was a mutated earthworm or something, but there are no holes or tunnels..."

Bohemia threw it out of the window like a dog, and within a few seconds, it floated in again. "Is it because you didn't dig enough? You only dug up the small piece of land under the corpse—"

"Then you come." She cut it off angrily.In order to save time, she just removed the straw under the body; after all, if there is anything in the field, it should come in and out from here.Since the problem is not underground, how did these farmers and women get attacked?

Bohemia didn't dare to stay where she was wasting time, so she stood up and patted the dirt before rushing to the next house.

"Speaking of which, people in the past would have lived worse than the end of the world." She wrapped the corpse in a rag sheet, and dragged the woman off the straw bed in one breath: "How long has this cloth been unwashed? It's hardened, and the smell of sweat makes people's head ache. No wonder you have to sleep on straw, because this smell is quite refreshing."

"This bed is bigger than the one just now." Descartes didn't bother her at all, floating in the air and said.

"Attention," the voice-over came out abruptly, "there is a couple living in this household. The husband saw his wife was late getting up in the morning, and after a push, he found out that she had died a long time ago."

...So the creature can only eat the blood of one person at a time?
　Because I saw complaints that the time between the anti-theft and the main text was too long, so I tried to put the two times closer...

　
(End of this chapter)