Infinite spooky game

Chapter 27
After taking the body out of the bathtub and bending it into a shape that could be stuffed into a box, Ziss dragged a faded suitcase from the clutter in the corner of the room and put the body inside.

When you zip it up, you can see a little bit of blood seeping out of the cloth, but it's not too obvious and it's not a big problem.

After realizing that the deceased might be related to the "Sila Guild" mentioned by Chang Xu, Zisi was inclined to believe that the possibility of making the body into a specimen and throwing it into the collection was slim.

Judging from Chang Xu's attitude, this so-called "Xila Guild" is most likely a great hidden organization.This force is expert at disposing of corpses.

Looking back, the best plan was actually to wait for people from the Public Security Bureau to come to the door, and then report the situation truthfully, explaining that what happened to him was an unintentional disaster.

Although it will be troublesome to go through the process of making notes and accepting investigations, it will definitely not be more complicated than the current situation.

Of course, now Zeiss has no other choice.

No matter how sincere and innocent he acted, no one would look at a pile of half-processed flesh and bones and believe his "justifiable defense" rhetoric.

Qi Si took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was exactly nine o'clock in the evening.

Although he didn't take a look at the time before entering the weird game, he can roughly guess that the game doesn't take up real time.

Bob's pig farm is closed at this time and will not open until eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

The body parts had to remain in the suitcase for another eleven hours before reaching their final destination.

Well, not too long.

After some tossing, the originally tidy studio was already in a mess.

On the spotlessly clean white floor, the messy mud prints on the soles of the shoes were striking, and occasionally a few puddles of blood mixed with formalin fell on the ground, almost clearly telling others what happened here.

Chiss maintained an almost indifferent calm, took a rag from the tool rack, soaked it in water, and squatted down to wipe the stains on the floor.

The blood was diluted into a light pink color under the smear of the wet rag, and covered the ground in a thin layer, and was absorbed by the wet rag one by one until it was completely invisible.

Qiss threw the rag and his blood-stained shirt into the trash can, and the black trash bags were packed one by one, with no flaws in appearance.

He took another clean shirt from the shelf beside him and put it on himself. At the same time, he was very thankful that he had prepared two copies of many daily necessities because he was too lazy to go back and forth between home and the studio.

It was already 10:30 pm when everything was taken care of.

Chase dragged the suitcase, and pushed open the warehouse door as if nothing had happened, and saw the rain all over the world outside.

For a moment, there seemed to be some secret connection between reality and the scene in the copy, giving people a strange and strange feeling that was both real and illusory.

Fortunately, Qi Si was used to the changeable weather in March in Jiangcheng, so he had an umbrella ready anytime and anywhere.

He returned to the warehouse, took out a black umbrella from the pile of debris, and walked out of the warehouse along the same path, blending into the continuous rain.

……

In the past, police cars in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng, where no one was seen, passed by, and the flickering lights of the cars reflected sparkling waves in the oil-stained water.

Zisi saw the police coming one after another from a distance, and immediately turned around and left.

He walked through the winding and narrow alley, about a hundred meters away, and bumped into the yellow warning tape.

No one seemed to notice this, Qisi raised his eyelids and calmly pulled the warning tape with his hands.

"Wait!" The voice rang out, and a middle-aged policeman with messy hair, smoking a cigarette, got off the police car parked in the shadows and walked over.

Qi Si froze.

He showed an embarrassed expression at the right time, and said first: "Comrade policeman, what happened?"

The middle-aged criminal policeman stood on the other side of the cordon, dusted off the cigarette ashes on his uniform, and looked at him with a pair of medium-sized eyes: "What's your name?"

"Qi Si, the 'Qi' of 'Qi Chu', the 'Si' of 'Sven'."

"That name sounds familiar. What is it for?"

Of course familiar, the kind of regulars in the recording room.Qi Si smiled sheepishly: "The taxidermist, there was an exhibition just last month, and it was published in the newspaper."

He said and pointed to the direction of the warehouse behind him: "That's my studio over there. I'm a little nervous and I think it's noisy, so I moved the studio to the suburbs."

The middle-aged criminal policeman did not suspect him, and called up a photo from his mobile phone to gesture to Qi Si: "Have you seen this man?"

In the photo was the face of the man who had stormed into Qis' studio with a gun.

That guy was indeed escaping pursuit, and these policemen came after him...

However, it is clear that his ability to deal with traces is good. The police have not been able to determine his exact location, otherwise they would not have made such a big circle...

Well, it's a pity that this guy has already been boxed, and he will go to the pig farm to shine tomorrow, and maybe he will see him on the dinner table the day after tomorrow.

Qiss thought with a little humor in his heart, but his face showed a pensive look.

He recalled for a moment, and thought about it: "I was locked in my studio all day today, and I didn't see anyone... Someone came the day before yesterday, but I've been turning around these days, people are confused, not sure... "

The middle-aged detective waved his hand to indicate that he was done with the question when Qisi said the word "the day before yesterday."

At this moment, he patted Qi Si on the shoulder and told him kindly: "Go back early, don't go out of the city these few days, it's not safe outside the city."

There was just the right curiosity in Qi Si's eyes. He looked around and asked in a low voice, "Comrade, what's going on, can you tell me?"

"No." The other party blew out a puff of smoke, his pronunciation was curled up, and he gave him a mysterious look. "There are some things, the more you know, the more dangerous they are."

Qisi chuckled and asked no more questions.

He lifted the warning belt with one hand, dragged the suitcase with the other, and walked around the side of the middle-aged criminal policeman with the umbrella under his neck.

After walking five steps away, the latter suddenly shouted abruptly behind him: "What's in the suitcase?"

Qisi stopped, looked back, and smiled: "The specimen is half done, and I plan to take it back to continue."

"Can you open it and take a look?"

Qi Si lowered his eyes and said, "It may be inconvenient. It is still soaked in formalin, and it will be damaged if it is blown...Of course, if it must be opened, it is fine."

"Forget it, let's go." The other party waved his hand and stopped looking at him.

Qisi smiled and nodded, maintaining a consistent pace, stepping on the puddles step by step and walking away, the splashing water droplets getting wet on his trouser legs.

The rain was still falling, and it made a "rustling" sound when it fell on the umbrella, which made the night even more quiet.

Turning a corner, Keith stopped, feeling cold belatedly.

He wiped his back without touching the cold sweat, and subconsciously touched his neck.

There was a blood-red pendant hanging there at some point, and it was faintly hot at the moment.

【Name: Rose Heart】

【Type: Prop】

【Effect:……】

Qiss quickly untied the garbage bag tied to the suitcase's trolley, put his hand into his crumpled shirt, and unsurprisingly found a cold pocket watch in his pocket.

He was so hasty in packing it up that he didn't even notice the weight of the shirt was wrong.

Unlike [Rose Heart], the effect column of [Destiny Pocket Watch] is blank. In reality, it seems to be just an ordinary pocket watch.

But it's normal to think about it. Turning back time for 1 minute is too exaggerated in reality.

Under the street lights like will-o'-the-wisps, the young man's eyes narrowed into a narrow line, and the light of interest shone in the dim color.

"So props can be brought to reality? Weird games seem to be more interesting than imagined..."

(End of this chapter)