Infinite spooky game

Chapter 153 Skeleton

After Ning Xu returned to the Weird Investigation Bureau, she went to the bathroom first, took off her gray jacket and black jeans, and changed back into the all-black investigator uniform.

She walked into the "Archives Room", sat down at her own workstation, and entered the name "Qiss" into a list of "Suggested Admissions."

She looked at the newly added entries in the database for a while, then walked out the door and walked towards the office.

As soon as I turned the intersection, I heard a loud noise from a distance, coming from the direction of the main entrance.

Ning Xu changed the route with great interest and walked towards the hustle and bustle.

A dozen investigators gathered in a circle there, most of them watching the excitement, but two people were holding a banner that was about to be hung from the ceiling.

Ning Xu took a closer look and couldn't help but smile when she saw the banner saying "Welcome Fu Jue from the headquarters to visit for guidance."

As the chief player of the weird game and the operations captain of the headquarters of the Weird Investigation Bureau, Fu Jue travels to branches in various administrative districts throughout the year to deal with weird incidents or inspect work.

Logically speaking, he should have inspected the Jiangcheng branch in June, but this year he did not know why it was two months earlier.

The banner was finally hung crookedly on the ceiling, its hanging edges fluttering slightly.

Several investigators discussed quietly.

"If you don't come early, you won't come later. It's probably because we have eradicated Sila's influence and made achievements, so we want to come and pick the fruits."

"I always feel that the people in the headquarters are rotten to the core. The 'Dice of Destiny' they took in before was lost. I'm afraid it was theft..."

Ning Xu listened, pretending she didn't hear anything, and turned around and disappeared into the corridor.

……

After parting ways with Jin Yusheng, Qisi returned home, decisively deleted all his contact information, dragged out his suitcase from the closet, packed some daily necessities and prepared to move back to his old house tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

When they met, the blue clothes Jin Yusheng was wearing were the previously agreed-upon code. The general idea was: someone was being targeted by officials, but the situation was not considered urgent and the other party did not intend to take immediate action.

Ziss has always had a negative attitude towards the anti-federal movement, and does not have the same sense of faith as the Balance Church. Since the other party has not come to the door, there is no need for him to stay where he is and wait for the matter to become serious enough before confronting them head-on.

Of course, he would not naively expect to escape the tracking of official agencies by simply moving. After all, the penetration rate of surveillance is not low these days, and no matter how careful he is, it will inevitably leave traces.

What Zis wants is to negotiate at a home court where his personal safety can be completely guaranteed. It would be great if he could seek some benefits, and he might not be able to reach some kind of cooperation with Kyushu; if he couldn't reach an agreement, then it wouldn't be a troublesome thing to kill people and cut them into pieces to feed the pigs.

For him, the official existence is like a sword of Damocles hanging above his head, which will one day hit hard.

Rather than waiting for the contradiction to intensify and reach an irreconcilable point, it is better to face it earlier, so as to fight for survival space.

As for Jin Yusheng, who is already suspected to be in the hands of the federation, what to do... Who cares about him?

While Qisi was cooking instant noodles for himself, he made the plan to abandon his soldiers and save his chariot without any psychological burden.

He hastily finished dinner, got into the bedroom, dug out the tinfoil paper he bought not long ago from the drawer, sat at the desk, and folded the paper ingots.

Zisi's hands-on ability is definitely at a very strong level among humans. When he was seven years old, he made a centipede specimen in handicraft class and gave it to the teacher; when he was twelve years old, as we all know, he even disposed of a corpse by himself; he has been engaged in an industry that requires hands-on work for a long time, and his skills in this area Ability increases every day.

Although paper money belongs to a completely different field from the hands-on work he does, the test is still the dexterity of his fingers. After Qisi folded one, he regained the feeling he had a year ago. His fingers were flying like shadows, and he was folding faster and faster.

The tin foil he bought was folded in less than two hours. Qisi walked through the living room and walked to the balcony, and took out an iron bucket from the corner.

He returned to the bedroom and threw all the paper ingots neatly arranged on the table.

At this time, he didn't mind the trouble. He carried the bucket back to the living room diligently, put it at the door of the master bedroom, then went under the coffee table to pick out the incense candles and lighters, and placed them on the table for preparation.

After doing everything well, he belatedly remembered that today was only April 4st, and there were still three days before Qingming Festival.

It was still early, less than eight o'clock, Qisi tilted his head and thought for a while, dug out a medical kit from the utility cabinet under the bookcase, and then opened the door of the master bedroom.

The room that had not been opened for a long time surprisingly did not have much dust. There was only a decaying smell coming from the wooden furniture that had been left for a long time, tirelessly exaggerating the atmosphere that was no different from death.

Qisi carried the medical kit to the bedside, took out the alcohol cotton from it, and carefully wiped the skeleton specimen lying on the bed, slowly and gently wiping every corner.

Two human skeletons lay side by side. Because they had been processed and were lighter in weight, the mattress underneath was not even dented. Viewed from a distance, the bed with no wrinkles and the clean white skeleton looks like a fantasy scene rendered by a computer, stripped of all authenticity and approaching a false fantasy.

Qisi gently touched the gaps between the bones through the alcohol cotton. The sensitive fingertips trained by years of taxidermy work could feel the texture underneath. Therefore, he could not be confused by the illusion and knew the situation. It is the absolute truth. After wiping the two skeletons, it was already late at night. The window of the master bedroom was far away from the street, and when looking out, one could only see the dark sky and the lights of a few scattered houses.

Qisi quietly exited the master bedroom step by step and gently closed the door.

The previously suppressed fatigue was welling up in his head. He put away the medical kit, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Six years ago, on March 3, it was a rainy evening.

Qisi was reading in the second bedroom when his parents knocked on the door.

The couple had obvious sadness and worry in their expressions. They gave him a lot of advice in bits and pieces, and then said goodbye to him solemnly.

At that time, Qi Sisha felt a hint of the meaning of "farewell", but he only regarded it as an illusion. He held a copy of "Rainy Night Murder" and silently watched the couple go downstairs, go out, get in the car and leave.

The rain fell harder and harder, falling from the sky to the opposite side, splashing mist like smoke.

Zisi lay by the window looking at the water on the ground. He did not wait for his parents to come back, but only waited for the call from the police.

The phone call said that a large truck rolled over on the viaduct and crushed a car. The couple who were crushed to death in the car were his parents.

At the moment he heard the news, Ziss didn't feel much sadness; after arriving at the scene, looking at the scattered blood and flesh on the ground, he was so excited that his face was rosy and his breathing was rapid, as he had been when he saw bloody scenes. .

From his perspective on life in just sixteen years, death does not mean the end of everything. People still have souls, and there are still ghosts to be after death...

He thought that he had always played well with ghosts, and his parents were just accompanying him in another form.

That night, despite the dissuasion of the police and doctors, Ziss took his parents' bodies home directly.

He laid the two corpses flat in the center of the living room, patiently wiped away the blood with a towel, and put the displaced skin and flesh back together where they should have been.

He hummed a tuneless tune and cleaned the house. Seeing that it was already late, he made three more buckets of instant noodles.

Then he remembered that his parents died and became ghosts. Even if he had to eat, he should eat incense. He went downstairs, bought a lot of scented candles, and lit them one by one with a lighter.

After making all preparations, Qisi sniffed the scent of sacrifice that filled the room and sat quietly next to the corpse. He waited and waited, from late at night until daytime, and then until late at night the next day, but after all, the souls of his parents did not come.

Qisi felt confused for the first time since he was a child. He stared blankly at the decaying corpse, feeling at a loss.

For a moment, he even suspected that his parents' death was intentional. Because he noticed his weirdness, he wanted to get rid of this monster even if he died.

Fortunately, Ziss has always been calmer than his peers, and he never sheds tears until he sees the coffin.

On the one hand, he forged income receipts and pretended that he was a person with full civil capacity to delay the intervention of relatives; on the other hand, he tried various methods, including those recorded in books and hearsay, to try to find the ghosts of his parents.

In order to better preserve the corpse, he taught himself how to make specimens through some information on the Internet. He clumsily removed the rotting flesh and blood from the corpse, wiped the bones clean with alcohol, and assembled them according to the shape of the human skeleton with iron nails.

That was the first human specimen that Ziss had made. During the process of handling the corpse, he felt calmer than ever before, as if he had found his lifelong pursuit and knew that this was his talent and future.

If there are no ghosts to accompany you, keeping the body as a memorial seems to be a good choice.

Sixteen-year-old Zis smiled. He put on clean clothes and went downstairs again after many days.

He saw the empty streets and lonely crowds, but he couldn't find those familiar figures, the disembowelled, hanged, severed hands and feet...

Qisi suddenly realized that there were no ghosts in the world, only people came and went.

To be precise, for some reason he suddenly couldn't see ghosts and became an ordinary person.

Then he understood that his parents were still with him, but he couldn't see them...

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