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But if the person sealed under the church was the person she was looking for, it was possible, and she wouldn't mind burning it again.

Jiang Qi came to work today just to observe the situation outside.

One of her colleagues was sick, but he continued to work and packed bread directly for customers with his hands. The customer was also sick and had a bunch of grape-like abscesses on his neck, which looked very painful.

He said the doctor had prescribed medicine and he would be fine in two days.

Jiang Qi took a look at his health. On his way home from get off work, he passed by the market, where a vendor and a lady had a heated argument.

"These apples are obviously good." The merchant held a large, red apple in his hand, "but you accused me of selling you bad apples."

"Cut it open and take a look."

The lady was so angry that she took out a half-cut apple and showed it to the vendor. The flesh inside was rotten and necrotic. The vendor was dumbfounded. He cut another one open, but it was still bad inside. Looking at the people talking around him, he could only retreat. Money matters.

Is this disease not just for humans?

Jiang Qi hurried home and took stock of her supplies. Today she still used the remaining money to buy the bread she baked and water. The amount she had boiled and stored two nights ago was enough to ensure drinking. She also bought some wine on the way. Use as backup water.

Then, there was no money.

Day [-] of the game.

A large number of patients appeared in the city. Doctors' offices and churches were crowded with people. Serious patients appeared in the alleys with no one to take care of them. They collapsed in a pile of rags mixed with sewage and pus. They did not know whether they were dead or alive. The streets were cleaned. people are also sick.

Due to the increase in patients at the dock, new porters had to be recruited.

They don't seem to realize how terrible this plague is.

In this context of underdeveloped information, civilians have no channels to find out the real situation and can only rely on their own judgment.

Jiang Qi glanced in the direction of his neighbor's house. This family was also sick. He was afraid that the landlord would find out and kick them out, so he didn't dare to say anything? Or is he terribly ill? Mrs. Buller went to either the hospital or church every day.

Day six of the game.

Jiang Qi had taken leave yesterday on the pretext of being sick. When she got up in the morning, she wanted to open the window for ventilation. However, the smell of sewer sewage that had been fermented by the high temperature hit her nostrils. She closed the window with her backhand.

The dirt on the road has not been cleaned, and the air is humid. The whole city is like a giant petri dish.

The doctor was also sick. On the way out of the city, the carts were piled with corpses, including one or two breathing corpses with trembling fingers. They fell into a pile of soft, smelly corpses, covered in blood. Can't tell if it's my own or someone else's.

The churches are filled with the smell of illness, the last hope of the people here, but the clergy are also sick.

The church vigorously promotes the evil and despicable conspiracies of pagans and the theory of atonement. They say that sick people are guilty and must atone their sins to God in order to be cured.

There has been no change in the intensity of the city-wide crackdown on heretics. At this stage, it is mainly concentrated in wealthy areas and commercial streets.

The civilian areas mainly rely on reporting each other.

Jiang Qi sat in front of the window, looking at the corpses carried out from the alley below. The church maintained temporary stability and retained its strength.

Keeping infidels out of civilian areas is not just about reducing the probability of soldiers getting sick and conserving manpower.

And civilians will start frantic reporting mode because of their anger against heretics, especially those who are not sick.

So three days passed.

The tenth day of the game.

The streets outside were completely silent, and the smell of death permeated every corner.

The neighbor's Mrs. Buller didn't go out either. A gem-setting shop in the commercial street was robbed. When someone found it, its owner was too sick to move.

wealthy suburb

There was a crisp sound of metal banging on the neat and wide streets, and well-trained soldiers surrounded the house.

The robed clergyman rushed in but did not find the man he wanted.

At this time, two carriages were speeding past in different directions on the street behind the mansion. "Sir, you have gone out to discuss business." The steward looked at the young man in robe respectfully, "Do you want to wait here?"

The young man shook his head and put down the black tea in his hand.

As long as he is in this city, he can run anywhere, he is just an assistant, and someone is already chasing him.

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Jiang Qi was sitting at home, eating unpalatable but safe bread, when there was a rustling sound outside the door.

"She hasn't been out for several years. Did she die inside?"

"What should I do? This girl lives alone and there is no one to collect her body. I don't want to move the body."

There was a knock on the door, and people outside shouted several times, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Jiang Qi's voice made the outside quiet for a moment.

"I haven't seen you yet, we thought"

"I haven't been feeling well lately." Jiang Qi had no intention of opening the door, and the people outside casually exchanged greetings and left.

The number of sick people in this residential area has doubled. You can always hear crying and painful moans at night. It is relatively quiet during the day, but from time to time there are the sounds of quarrels at the neighbors' homes.

The death toll, from what she observed, was not particularly high.

Difficulty in obtaining information is currently the biggest problem. The ancient writings seen on the stone wall of the church say that disaster will come together with evil.

She had read the law, and the restrictions on civilians were so severe.

Jiang Qi had seen the exposed skin of the corpses behind the window with dirty pus. The bodies were wrapped in rags and the whole body could not be seen. The shape of the corpses was a bit strange.

Followed by a doctor wearing a beak mask, with a corner of the church's unique robe fabric peeking out of his black cloak.

The eleventh day of the game, early in the morning.

Lightning flashed across the sky and rain poured down.

In the house, the fire in the kerosene lamp was so weak that it could only illuminate one wall.

There were several people lying in the messy living room. They all had horrible faces, huge pustules on their bodies, and their eyes were open and motionless.

In the bedroom, the bed soaked in blood and yellowish pus suddenly bulged, gray-white fingers with mucus grasped the edge of the bed, and then a twisted, painful face appeared.

The man crawled and jumped to the living room. His body merged with the people in the living room in an indescribable way.

The last glimmer of light went out.

Several people who had their eyes open and lifeless opened their mouths on the man's body and let out pitiful cries. Their arms were waving feebly in the air, as if they wanted to grab something.

Rumbling--

The thunder shook the floor, and when the electric light illuminated the room, there was only a huge, squirming piece of strange flesh made of human bodies, and a gray arm with a fist-sized pustule that touched the door panel.

Soon, there were screams outside.

"Ah - what is this -"

"Help me - help -"

"Cthulhu, it's Cthulhu!"

Jiang Qi struck a match to light the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall, opened the door a crack and looked out.

The door to Mrs. Buller's house was open and no one was seen. The screams did not come from her house, but from upstairs.

At this moment, a pair of bloody eyes suddenly appeared behind the door and looked at her.