Infinite weird games

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

She walked into the "Archives Room", sat down at her workstation, and entered the name "Qiss" into a list of "more dangerous, but can be considered for inclusion".

She looked at the newly added entries in the database for a while, then turned around and went out, heading 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 his route with great interest and walked towards the hustle and bustle.

A dozen investigators gathered around there, most of them watching the excitement, while 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."

"Fu Jue is a man who looks selfless and considers the interests of all mankind all day long. He is not tired."

"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 someone who stole it..."

Ning Xu listened, pretending she didn't hear anything, smiled nonchalantly, turned her head and disappeared into the depths of the corridor.

…

After parting ways with Jin Yusheng, Qisi returned home, decisively changed his phone card to a new one, 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.

Instead of waiting for the contradiction to intensify and reach the point of irreconcilability, it is better to face it earlier, so as to fight for survival space.

As for Jin Yusheng, what should be done with Jin Yusheng, who is already suspected to be in the hands of the federation... He probably won't die for the time being. The rest depends on whether his luck is as good as before.

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, took out the tinfoil paper he bought not long ago from the drawer, sat at the desk, and folded up the paper ingots with his fingers flying like shadows.

The tin foil he bought was folded in less than two hours. Qisi walked through the living room and walked to the balcony, picked up an iron bucket from the corner, went back to the bedroom, and threw away all the neatly stacked paper ingots on the table. Got in.

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 1st, 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. Only a decaying smell from the wooden furniture that had been left for a long time came to the face, 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, as if he were a lover.

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 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.

Outside the window, it started raining heavily.

…

Six years ago, March 12, a night of heavy rain.

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, Ziss was holding a copy of "Rainy Night Murder" and silently watched them 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.

As a young boy, Zis lay by the window, staring at the water on the ground, conjuring up the image of a murderer on a rainy night in his mind, impatiently waiting for his parents to come back so he could share the bloody story with them.

But that night, he didn't wait for his parents. He only waited for a 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 sacrificial fragrance that filled the room, sat quietly next to the corpse, and arranged the incense candles in various patterns, triangles, squares, hearts...

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.

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

Fortunately, he 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 the familiar figures that he had seen for a long time were nowhere to be seen, including the disembowelled, hanged, and severed hands. Broken leg...

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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