Tomb raiding: Scientists dissect the Queen Mother of the West

At the entrance of the small courtyard.

Master Zhang reached out and pushed open the rickety wooden door.

The wooden door creaked softly.

Immediately afterwards, countless flies and mosquitoes flew out of the yard.

Zhang Dafoye and his three companions were unable to dodge in time and were swarmed on the face by flies and mosquitoes, which was quite uncomfortable.

As for Qi Mo, he was completely unharmed.

With the small sun protecting it, the flies and mosquitoes didn't dare to come near at all.

Upon noticing this, Master Qi rolled his eyes and quickly hid behind Qi Mo:

"Cousin, your snake is amazing. Even these flies and mosquitoes don't dare to come near it."

"It's making me want to get one myself."

The mosquito and insect repellent effect is amazing, it's so tempting!

If you could keep a snake like this as a pet, you wouldn't have to worry about being bitten by mosquitoes when you sleep in the summer.

Qi Mo did not refute, after all, with the mutated pheasant neck as an excuse, others would not discover the problem with him.

He didn't want to reveal the existence of Little Sun.

That would attract a lot of people who covet him and Little Sun.

"Cousin, this snake is not easy to raise; it can easily bite its owner."

"If you don't want to die young, you should give up this idea."

Not all pheasant necks are as obedient as the one in his hand.

Those wild pheasants have very vicious necks.

This is similar to a king cobra; you think you can tame it, but in reality, you might get bitten to death because of your arrogance.

On Qi Mo's shoulder, the mutated pheasant stuck out its tongue, looking at Master Qi with disdain.

This thing actually wants to raise its own kind; it really doesn't know the meaning of death!

Do you really think everyone is as capable as the master?

Master Qi smiled and said:

"Cousin, I was just saying, I didn't really mean to raise one."

"This thing is too dangerous, I wouldn't dare touch it."

It's so nice to be near my cousin; not even a fly or mosquito dares to come near.

He truly is my destined benefactor!

With my cousin around, I'm sure my life will be smooth sailing, peaceful, prosperous, and filled with many children and grandchildren!

Thinking of this, Master Qi grinned, his smile spreading from the corners of his mouth to his ears.

He laughed like a complete fool.

Qi Mo turned his head and saw this scene, and even wondered if Eighth Master Qi's brain had gone awry.

Why are you laughing so silly?

At this moment, Zhang Dafoye covered his nose, endured the stench, and walked into the courtyard.

All that could be seen were rotting corpses scattered on the ground.

Countless flies and mosquitoes are gnawing at their flesh.

If someone with trypophobia saw this scene, they would probably faint on the spot.

Qi Mo slowly walked into the courtyard, and upon seeing this scene, a look of disgust appeared on his face.

This is practically a dumping ground for corpses.

A constant buzzing sound filled the air, as if the dead had come back to life and were whispering eerie murmurs in your ear.

Extremely frightening!

Qi Baye took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and covered his mouth and nose.

He couldn't stand the smell, which was even worse than a sewer.

"Old man, how could you do this? It stinks here!"

The old man shooed away the flies and mosquitoes around him as he spoke:

"It wasn't like this a few days ago."

"It's probably because the intense sun exposure caused these corpses to decompose rapidly, which is why they smell so bad."

As they were talking, Zhang Dafoye squatted down and began examining a rotting corpse.

He didn't mind the dirt; he directly lifted the corpse's clothes with his hands and pressed his fingers against the corpse's back through the leather gloves.

On the back of the corpse, a strange pattern was carved.

It's exactly the same as the pattern on the backs of those dead people on the train.

Clearly, they are all in cahoots.

However, the dead people here all had their heads shaved, as if to prevent something from escaping.

Zhang Dafo speculated that this might be related to bacteria or viruses.

But he couldn't figure out the connection between the two for the time being.

Qi Mo stared at the strange pattern and confirmed that these were all Japanese people.

He felt a little sorry that all these test subjects had died like this; it was such a waste.

It would be better if he used it for research.

Although these corpses are already decomposed, they still have research value. Would you like to dissect them?

Qi Mo sneered inwardly:

"Hmph! I want to stuff you inside their bodies and let you stay with them for a few days."

"I have OCD, and I can't bring myself to touch this rotten, decaying flesh."

It's disgusting to look at. He must be out of his mind to dissect these corpses.

After examining the decomposing corpse, Master Zhang's expression turned solemn:

"They had patterns on their backs, just like the dead people on the train."

"They should be the same group of people."

He paused, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes:

"I just don't understand why the people on the train shaved their heads before leaving?"

Lieutenant Zhang raised an eyebrow and guessed:

"Master, could their hair be related to bacteria or viruses?"

Upon hearing this, Master Qi couldn't help but speak up:

"What could hair possibly have to do with bacteria and viruses?"

"Could it be that you can culture bacteria and viruses?"

He didn't believe it; after all, it was just too... illogical!

Qi Mo and his companions observed the corpses for a long time but found no useful clues. They had no choice but to let the old man lead the way to his home.

After all, the old man had said that he had taken everything of value from the corpse.

Perhaps there are some important clues among them.

After a while.

In a fairly clean little courtyard, the old man reluctantly took out his key and opened the brown-gray wooden door.

"The things are all inside. You can search all you want, but don't take my things."

"Of course, if you're willing to pay, you can take as much as you want."

Qi Mo and his three companions ignored the old man, walked into the house, and were stunned when they saw the room full of weapons.

Goodness, this is enough to open a weapons shop.

Just how much stuff did this old man manage to snag?

Is this definitely all of them?

Did the old man secretly keep some for himself?

Qi Mo noticed several different types of pistols on the old table. He walked over, picked up a small pistol, and tossed it into Qi Baye's arms.

"Take this; you can use it to defend yourself in case of danger."

Master Qi touched his pistol and said with a smile:

"Thank you, cousin. I'll carry it with me at all times."

He really liked the gift his cousin gave him.

Seeing that the pistol had been taken away, the old man quickly tugged at Master Qi's sleeve:

"You have to pay."

"I retrieved this pistol from a dead body."

Master Qi took out three silver dollars and tossed them into the old man's arms:

"That's all we have. Take it or leave it."

The old man took the three silver coins, blew on them, and flicked them to make sure they were real. He immediately beamed with joy.

That's enough for his living expenses for a year.

He didn't care that Qi Mo and the other three had made a mess of the house while searching it.

As long as they're willing to pay, that's fine.