Infinite weird games

Chapter 153 Skeleton

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

She walked into the "archive room", sat down at her own workstation, and entered the name "Qis" into a list of "relatively dangerous, but can be considered for recruitment".

She looked at the newly added entries in the database for a while before turning around and going out the door, heading towards the office.

As soon as she turned the corner, she heard a noisy sound from a distance, coming from the direction of the main entrance.

Ning Xu changed her route with interest and walked towards the noise.

A dozen investigators gathered there, most of them were watching the excitement, and two of them were holding a banner that was about to be hung on the ceiling.

Ning Xu took a closer look and saw that the banner read "Welcome Fu Jue from the headquarters to come and guide", and she couldn't help but smile.

As the chief player of the Weird Game and the action captain of the Weird Investigation Bureau headquarters, Fu Jue often travels to branches in various administrative districts all year round, dealing with weird incidents or inspecting work.

Normally, he should have inspected the Jiangcheng branch in June, but for some reason he came two months earlier this year.

The banner was finally hung on the ceiling crookedly, and the edge of the banner swayed slightly.

Several investigators discussed in a low voice.

"They didn't come earlier or later. They probably saw that we had eradicated Xila's power and made achievements, so they wanted to come and reap the fruits."

"Fu Jue is a selfless person who considers the interests of all mankind all day long, and he doesn't feel tired."

"The people in the headquarters are rotten to the core. The 'Dice of Destiny' they received before was lost. I'm afraid it's not theft..."

Ning Xu listened to it, but pretended not to hear anything. She smiled indifferently and turned her head to disappear into the depths of the corridor.

...

After parting with Jin Yusheng, Qi Si returned home, decisively changed a new mobile phone card, dragged a suitcase out of the closet, packed some daily necessities in it, and prepared to move back to the old house the next day or the day after tomorrow.

When they met, Jin Yusheng was wearing a blue shirt, which was a code that had been discussed before. The general idea was: someone was being targeted by the official personnel, but the situation was not urgent, and the other party did not intend to take action immediately.

Qis had always been negative about the anti-federal movement, and he did not have the same sense of faith as the Libra Church. Since the other party did not come to him, there was no need for him to stay where he was and wait for things to get serious to a certain extent before confronting them head-on.

Of course, he would not naively expect to get rid of the tracking of official agencies by simply moving. After all, the popularity of surveillance is not low these days, and no matter how careful you are, it is inevitable to leave traces.

What Qis wanted was to negotiate in a home field where his personal safety could be fully guaranteed. If he could gain some benefits, it would be great. He might not be unable to reach some kind of cooperation with Jiuzhou; if he could not reach an agreement, then killing people, dismembering bodies and feeding pigs would not be a problem.

For him, the existence of the official was like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, which would fall heavily one day.

Rather than waiting for the contradiction to escalate and reach an irreconcilable point, it is better to face it early, so as to counter it and strive for survival space.

As for Jin Yusheng, who is suspected to be a hostage in the hands of the Federation... who cares?

While Qi Si was cooking instant noodles for himself, he made a plan to sacrifice the pawn to save the chariot without any psychological burden.

He quickly finished his dinner, went into the bedroom, took out the tin foil he bought not long ago from the drawer, sat at the desk, and folded paper ingots.

Qi Si'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 the handicraft class and gave it to the teacher; when he was twelve years old, he even handled a human corpse by himself; he has been engaged in a hands-on industry for a long time, and his ability in this area is increasing every day.

Although paper money is completely different from the hands-on work he does, it is still a test of the dexterity of fingers. After Qi Si folded one, he found the feeling of a year ago, and his fingers flew like a shadow, folding faster and faster.

The tinfoil he bought was folded in less than two hours. Qi Si walked through the living room to the balcony and took out an iron bucket from a corner.

He returned to the bedroom and threw all the neatly stacked paper ingots on the table into it.

At this time, he did not mind the trouble. He carried the bucket back to the living room quite diligently, put it at the door of the master bedroom, and then picked out the incense, candles and lighters under the coffee table and placed them on the table.

After doing everything, he remembered belatedly that today was only April 1st, and there were still three days before Qingming Festival.

It was still early, less than eight o'clock. Qi Si tilted his head and thought for a while, then took out a medical box 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 was surprisingly not covered with dust. Only a rotten smell from the long-standing wooden furniture came to the face, tirelessly rendering an atmosphere that was no different from death.

Qi Si walked to the bed with the medical kit, took out the alcohol cotton from it, and carefully wiped the skeleton specimen lying on the bed, slowly and gently wiping every corner.

The two human skeletons lay side by side. Because they had been processed, they were light in weight, and the mattress underneath was not even pressed out of a dent.

From a distance, the wrinkle-free bed and the clean white skeleton looked like a fantasy scene rendered by a computer, stripped of all authenticity and close to a false fantasy.

Qisi gently touched the gaps between the bones through the alcohol cotton. The sensitive fingertips trained by years of taxidermy 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. He put away the medical kit, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

…

Six years ago, on March 12, 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, and they spoke to him in bits and pieces and 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.

Qisi lay by the window and stared at the water on the ground, conjuring up the image of a murderer on a rainy night in his mind, waiting impatiently for his parents to come back so that he could share the bloody story with them, making them look frightened and helpless.

But that night, he didn't wait for his parents, only 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 fragrance of sacrifice that filled the room and sat quietly next to the corpse.

When he was bored, he arranged the incense candles into various patterns, such as triangles, squares, hearts... He never had much creativity and imagination.

He waited and waited boredly, 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.

That was the first time Qisi felt confused since he was a child. He stared blankly at the decomposed corpse, randomly sealing the corpse water gushing out of the swollen skin, feeling panicked.

For a moment, he even suspected that the death of his parents 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.

It was the first time that Ziss had made a human body specimen. 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 his future direction.

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, and only people came and went.

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

So he thought, it turned out that his parents were still with him, but he couldn't see them...

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