"Phytochemical disease?"

Greg frowned, "This name sounds very uncomfortable."

Officer Michael gave a wry smile.

"That's because you haven't seen the sick patients."

"Forget it, anyway, in the next few days, you will always have a chance to see them."

Officer Michael described it.

"Have you ever seen dry tree bark? The group of guys now has this image. They will become normal during the period from sunset to sunrise. From the outside, they are almost the same as ordinary people. But there is a big difference."

"During this period, they will become quiet, their eyes will not be focused, they will like to bury themselves in the soil, and swallow the soil frantically."

"Many patients sent to the hospital on the first day choked themselves to death while eating."

Michael can be regarded as a policeman who has worked for many years, but thinking of the scenes he had seen, he still couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.

It's not bloody and cruel, but the weirdness revealed from those patients. That's what a person should look like when he becomes a plant.

"Is that guy we just saw a patient to?"

Andrine asked.

"That……"

"It should be an initial infection."

A young man standing next to him suddenly spoke.

Everyone turned their attention to him, and Officer Michael explained in a timely manner, "This is a staff member of the special department of the military."

"You can call me Chris."

The young man had a slight alienation on his face, as if he was a little impatient with the meeting in front of him.

"People from the military?"

Andrine didn't say anything. She looked at Chris and his companions. Because of the nature of her work, she had contacted many people in the military, but the young man in front of her didn't have that special military aura.

Loose and mysterious.

"Infect?"

The other police officers behind noticed the word and couldn't help but speak.

"Before we came here, we thought it was a kind of neurological drug, but no one told me that this thing can be contagious?"

Neurological dupins and maintaining law and order are still within the scope of work that everyone can accept, but if this thing is said to be contagious, then everyone should think carefully.

"From the current point of view, this thing is indeed contagious to a certain extent, but it only shows infection among relatives, and the specific transmission route has not been investigated."

Michael explained.

But the police officers below obviously didn't buy it.

"You guys are deceiving, no one told us this before coming here!"

"We're going back to Bay Town!"

"Let's go now!"

There was a lot of excitement, and many people felt they had been duped.

At this moment, Chris and his companions blocked the door.

"Until the problems here are completely resolved, you can't go anywhere."

"From now on, the entire River Valley Town is under martial law, and no one is allowed to leave!"

"Martial law?"

Greg's face was also very ugly.

"Are we under control?"

"You can understand it this way. Not long ago, the first batch of soldiers arrived. If you don't want to believe it, you can try it and see if you can get out of here."

"Of course, if you don't use any means of transportation, and plan to use your legs to go out from the River Valley Town..."

"Then you need to pray that you won't be found after arriving elsewhere. Of course, you also need to consider the surrounding swamps."

After saying this, Chris ignored everyone in the venue and opened the door to leave.

The entire meeting room was in a mess, and it took Michael a lot of effort to calm everyone down.

"The matter is not as serious as everyone thinks, and the specific situation is still under investigation."

"Maybe a solution to the problem can be found in a few days, I think you don't want to lose your job because of it?"

Seeing that everyone's mood had stabilized, Michael went on to introduce.

"Patients who develop the disease are relatively normal at night, but during the day when the sun rises, they become very manic."

"They will aimlessly attack anyone around them, and at the same time, their bodies will undergo great changes, and their skin will become dry and look dehydrated."

"During this process, if they are not hydrated a lot, their skin will quickly crack open to reveal the flesh underneath."

"Believe me……"

Michael's face was very ugly, "You wouldn't want to see that picture."

"No wonder it's called a phytochemical disease. It's really an image."

Greg could already imagine what a patient with the lesion would look like.

Michael spread his hands.

"There is only one problem before us now, and that is maintaining law and order."

"So relatives and friends who have been in contact with patients are ordered to stay in their rooms and are not allowed to go out. We will have temporary patrolling police officers to check around."

"However, due to manpower problems, there will occasionally be fish that slip through the net like just now."

"Now with your joining, the situation should be eased a lot."

At this time, two staff members walked into the conference room carrying a box.

"This is a special gun provided by the military. The target who is shot will immediately fall into a coma. It is used to deal with the sick patients and those imitators who make trouble."

"Imitator?"

Officer Michael nodded.

"There are always some people who want to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble. Some guys pretend to be ill and make some crazy moves in public, and then their companions take the opportunity to steal property."

"To deal with such a guy, don't hold back!"

Officer Michael said through gritted teeth.

Because of environmental protection issues, many large factories in River Valley Town were demolished. Although this was for the sake of the residents' lives, it did cause a large number of people to lose their jobs.

Because of this problem, great conflicts broke out between the local residents and the River Valley Township government. The seemingly stable and peaceful town hides a large number of unemployed people.

It is these unemployed people that hinder the normal work of Michael and others.

Before officially starting work, Andrine and the others actually obtained a piece of special equipment.

A wooden badge with a special scent.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Officer Michael's eyes flickered, "Take it, it's a special custom in our local area."

At the same time, Chris who left the meeting room also received a message.

"Mr. Chris."

A police officer came over with the information, "Wolfe you asked us to look for was found dead in his home not long ago."

"It was suicide. Here are some information photos from the scene, as well as his suicide note."

"Judging from the suicide note, he should have come to a dead end because of bankruptcy."

"Wolfe has died?"

Chris is a young man in his mid-twenties, with short brown hair, an ordinary appearance, but sharp eyes.

"Finally found some clues from the trade union..."

The companion beside him sighed.

"A witcher accepted Wolfe's commission, and now these five people are missing, and Wolfe is also dead."

"The only clue is also interrupted."

Chris squeezed the information in his hand.

"Let's move! We are going to that factory!"