Infinite weird games

The black around him seemed to be erased by an eraser, and colors rippled out piece by piece.

The shadows of golden vines danced in front of my eyes, then turned into spots of light and dissipated in an instant.

Qisi closed and opened his eyes and found that he was still standing in the studio, and the smell of blood in the air was extremely vivid.

There is a line of text floating in the upper left corner of his sight.

[Your next copy will be opened after 71:59:59]

There is a string of constantly changing numbers sandwiched between the words, which should be the countdown that Ye Zi mentioned in the copy.

Three days are used to rest and prepare, neither long nor short.

The copy of the strange game did not seem to occupy real time. Qisi took out the mobile phone in his pocket and took a look. It was nine o'clock in the evening on March 9, 2035.

The paralyzed man in front of him stared with dead eyes. He was already a cold corpse.

Qisi threw the bloody scalpel in his hand to the ground, looked at the man for a long time, and looked distressed.

"It's troublesome."

The man's appearance made him less interested in making specimens, and there was a risk of being discovered by the Public Security Bureau if he was thrown into the wilderness.

As a conscientious good citizen, Ziss did not want to cause unnecessary trouble to the Public Security Bureau.

Bodies must be handled with care.

The excitement brought by the weird game was diluted, and real problems followed one after another.

Zis skillfully untied the rope, dragged the body onto the dissecting table, and picked out a bone chopping knife from the tool rack on the side.

For a moment, a small piece of vague memory flashed in his mind, like a flash of inspiration.

He caught it, grabbed the corpse with his right hand and raised it to his eyes, his eyes narrowed into a narrow line.

I saw a black ring on the little finger of the corpse's right hand.

The size of the ring seemed inappropriate, so a white filament was wrapped several times around the fingertip to fix it. The dark surface was inlaid with a black butterfly carving twisted into the letter "S".

Very familiar.

In the copy, Chang Xu had just shown him the exact same thing.

"Xila?" Qisi murmured a name and suddenly realized that things had become complicated.

The man named "Liu Ajiu" who he just stabbed to death was from the Xila Guild.

From Chang Xu's words, this so-called "Xila Guild" should not be underestimated. God knows whether it will avenge the tragic death of its members for some illusory sake.

Resentment, grudges, friction, discord...this is the troublesome part of human beings. They always use irrational emotions to control their behavior.

Countless reasons can serve as sparks to ignite conflicts, causing them to fall into the whirlpool of blood-for-blood revenge.

And living in such a group, if you want to gain something, there is no other way but to adapt and get used to it.

Ziss didn't stop doing anything, dragging the body to the workbench, crushing the bones and bending them into a rectangular shape. He also dragged a faded suitcase from the pile of debris 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. It's not very obvious, and you shouldn't be able to see it unless you look closely.

Despite this, Qisi still wiped the entire zipper with a handkerchief until the yellowed strips of cloth were wiped gray and black, and he could no longer distinguish the blood and dirt, and then he stopped with satisfaction.

Killing is not difficult, but disposing of the body is difficult.

Dismembering the body is only the most basic process. The body fragments such as fingers and head that can clearly point to the human species are the bulk that need to be properly processed.

When chemical reagents are not available, gastric acid is a good choice.

Criminals who are unqualified will find their own solution, criminals who are qualified will contact the pig farm, dog lovers will use it to feed their dogs, and those who like to play pranks will send it to the vegetable market.

Chiss has long since passed the stage of being unconditional, has little love, and is too lazy to go to the market.

He took out his phone and looked at the time. It was nine forty.

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

He sent a text message as a preview of tomorrow's visit.

Then, he dialed the number of his "friend" in his address book: "Jin Yusheng, help me with something..."

While talking, Qiss took a rag from the tool rack, soaked it in water, and squatted down to wipe the stains on the ground.

He loves cleanliness and is used to cleaning the places where he stays for a long time.

This is a good habit he has developed over the past six years in order to avoid trouble as much as possible.

The blood was diluted into a light pink color under the smear of the wet rag, covering the ground in a thin layer, and was absorbed by the wet rag piece by piece until no trace could be seen at all.

Zeiss threw the rag and his bloody shirt into the trash can. The black trash bags were collected and tied, showing no flaw in appearance.

He took a clean shirt from the rack nearby and put it on himself. It was loose, casual and comfortable, and he looked like an extremely ordinary young man.

It was already half past ten in the evening when everything was taken care of.

Qisi dragged his suitcase and pushed open the warehouse door as if nothing had happened. He saw the rain falling like threads 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 seemed both real and illusory.

Qisi has long been accustomed to the changeable weather in Jiangcheng in March.

He returned to the warehouse, took out a black umbrella from the pile of debris, and held it above his head, blending into the continuous rain.

…

Police cars pass by in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng, where no one is seen in the past. Their flashing car lights reflect sparkling lights on the oil-stained water.

"He disappeared when he came to this area. Damn it, I don't know when the surveillance was broken. Those bastards from the Public Security Bureau squeezed so much money every day and didn't do anything at all..." The old man in the criminal police uniform took a look from his pocket. He took out a box of chewing gum, grabbed one and threw it into his mouth, "Old Mu is really going to war. This is the only one who slipped through the net. Let him escape to other areas and let other branches have a headache."

"It counts as credit for being caught." A young woman leaned against the police car and smiled faintly, "The main reason is that the man's behavior was the weirdest. Director Mu suspected that he had 'puppet silk' on his body. Those people in the fifth room were not Are there always a lack of research samples?”

The old man chewed gum, still disapproving: "It's not me, Xiao Ning, it's been so long. If the sample is not a sample, it must have been destroyed several times."

The woman was still smiling: "No matter what, it's the final stage, and there must be an explanation."

…

After Zis left the warehouse, he had just walked a few steps when he saw police cars coming one after another from a distance, so he immediately turned around and left.

Since its establishment in 1989, there has been no peace in all parts of the Federation. Cults and rebel organizations have sprung up. Terrorism is rampant. It is commonplace to blow up buildings and drop missiles.

In order to maintain stability, when the Public Security Bureau is short of funds, it will randomly pick a lucky place to carry out surprise investigations and take in suspicious people who do not carry documents with them. Citizens have received criticism and education, and public officials have received resumes, which is gratifying.

On normal days, this wouldn't be a problem, but when he was carrying a suitcase of body parts, Qiss didn't want to be caught and questioned at all.

After all, dealing with the body of a police officer is much more troublesome than dealing with the body of a homeless person, and the trouble is likely to be endless and a headache.

Qisi walked through the winding narrow alley and walked about a hundred meters away. When he saw that no one was paying attention, he calmly reached out to lift the yellow warning tape.

"Wait a minute!" A voice suddenly shouted from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged police officer with messy hair, a cigarette in his mouth, jumped out of the police car parked in the shadows and walked over.

Qisi retracted his hand holding the warning tape, turned half sideways, and spoke first: "Comrade police, what happened?"

He showed an expression of embarrassment at the right time, as ignorant as a simple and honest ordinary citizen.

The middle-aged police officer 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?"

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

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

Of course he's familiar, the kind who's a regular in the transcript room. Chiss smiled sheepishly: "The taxidermist just held a county-level exhibition the day before yesterday, and it was published in the newspaper." [Note]

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the warehouse behind him: "That's my studio over there. I had a bit of a neurasthenia and found it too noisy, so I moved my studio to the suburbs."

The middle-aged police officer did not doubt that he was there. He pulled out a photo from his mobile phone and pointed to Qisi: "Have you seen this person?"

In the photo, the unshaven man stared straight ahead with dull eyes. A bluish-white scar stretched from the corner of his right eye to his lip, making the entire Chinese-character face look incongruous.

It's Liu Ajiu!

Qisi's expression remained unchanged, and it took him less than half a second to sort through the known cards in his hand:

——The surveillance cameras in this area have long been hacked by friends. The nearest intact surveillance camera is at the bus station half a mile away.

——Liu Ajiu had only been here for three hours, which did not constitute the conditions for filing a disappearance case; he did not make much noise when he was killed.

The police probably didn't know he was dead and came to find him, so they would most likely put him in the position of a criminal...

Qisi made a decision and frowned as if he was struggling to remember: "I have been locked in my studio all day today and saw no one... Someone came the day before yesterday, but I have been tossed around these days, and everyone is gone. Confused, not sure..."

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

At this moment, he patted Qisi on the shoulder and kindly told him: "Go back early. Don't leave the city these days. It's not safe outside the city."

Qisi looked around, with just enough curiosity in his eyes: "Comrade, what is the situation? 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 police tape with one hand, dragged the suitcase with the other, held the umbrella around his neck, and walked around the middle-aged police officer.

Just five steps away, the latter asked abruptly: "What's in the suitcase?"

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

"Can you open it and take a look?"

Qisi lowered his eyes and said: "It may not be convenient. It has just been shaped and will be damaged if the wind blows... Of course, if you must open it, that's fine."

"Forget it, go back early. I'm sorry for wasting your time." The other party waved his hand and stopped looking at him.

A grateful and submissive smile spread across Qisi's lips, and the amusement in his eyes melted into the smile, making it hard to see clearly.

"It's okay, it's okay. You guys worked hard at night."

Living in human society, he has always had the consciousness of pretending to be gregarious to avoid trouble. He is very good at the show of coming and going.

He nodded politely, maintained a consistent pace, and walked away step by step through the puddles.

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

After turning a corner, Qisi stopped and felt cold, but there was a place in his heart that exuded a wisp of warmth.

He stretched his hand to his neck, where there was a blood-red pendant hanging there, which was faintly hot at the moment.

[Name: Rose Heart]

[Type: props]

【Effect:……】

Did you actually take the props out of the game?

Zeiss untied the garbage bag tied to the suitcase handle and put his hand into the balled-up shirt, but found nothing.

"The Destiny Pocket Watch was not brought out, but the rose heart was brought out? ...Also, turning back time for one minute would be too exaggerated in reality."

Under the will-o'-the-wisp streetlight, the black-haired young man narrowed his eyes with interest: "It seems that the weird game is more interesting than imagined..."

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[Note] The real world part of this book is adapted from the worldview of "Trafficking Crime" and "Zhou Lin". The whole world is under federal rule and the country is reduced to a "county".