Chapter 27: Muddle through
The black around me is like being erased by an eraser, with pieces of color rippling away.
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.
A line of text is suspended in the upper left corner of the line of sight.
[Your next dungeon will be opened after 71:59:59]
There is a string of constantly changing numbers sandwiched between the text, which should be the countdown mentioned by Ye Zi in the dungeon.
Three days are for rest and preparation, neither long nor short.
The copy of the weird 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 prevented him from being interested in making specimens. If he was thrown into the wilderness, there would be a possibility of being discovered by the Public Security Bureau.
As a conscientious good citizen, Ziss did not want to cause unnecessary trouble to the Public Security Bureau at all.
The body must be handled with care.
The excitement brought by the weird game was diluted, and real problems followed one after another.
Chis 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".
It looks familiar.
In the copy, Chang Xu just showed him exactly the 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 Sila 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.
Grudges, grudges, frictions, discords...this is the trouble with human beings. They always use irrational emotions to control their behavior.
Countless reasons can be used 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.
Zis did not stop doing anything, dragging the body to the workbench, cracking the bones and bending them into a rectangular shape, and then dragged out a faded suitcase from the pile of debris in the corner of the room. 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 probably can't see it unless you look closely.
Despite this, Qisi wiped the entire zipper with a handkerchief until the yellowed cloth was wiped into a uniform gray-black color, and he could no longer distinguish the blood and dirt, and then he was satisfied with it. hand.
Killing is not difficult, but disposing of the body is difficult.
Dismemberment is only the most basic process. The body fragments such as fingers and head that can clearly point to the human species are the big ones 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.
Qisi has long passed the stage of being unconditional, has little love, and is too lazy to go to the vegetable market.
He took out his mobile 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 the address book: "Jin Yusheng, help me with something..."
While talking, Qisi took a rag from the tool shelf and put it on Soaked in water, he squatted down and wiped the stains on the ground.
He loves cleanliness and is used to cleaning the places where he has stayed 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 bit by bit by the wet rag until no trace could be seen at all.
Zeiss threw the rag and his bloody shirt into the trash can. The black garbage bags were collected and tied, and they looked flawless.
He took a clean shirt from the shelf nearby and put it on himself. It was loose and casual, just like an ordinary young man.
It was already half past ten in the evening when everything was dealt with.
Qisi dragged his suitcase and pushed open the warehouse door as if nothing had happened, and saw the rain coming from all over the world outside.
For a moment, there seemed to be some secret connection between reality and the scene in the copy, as if a huge monster emerged from the sticky water.
Fortunately, 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, held it above his head, and blended into the continuous rain.
......
Police cars were passing by in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng, where no one was seen in the past. Their flashing car lights reflected sparkling light on the oil-stained water.
"He disappeared when he ran to this area. Damn it, I don't know when the surveillance broke down. Those bastards from the Public Security Bureau squeezed so much money every day and didn't do anything at all..." Wear The old man in the uniform of the criminal police took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket, grabbed one and threw it into his mouth, "Old Mu is really going to war. This is the only one who has slipped through the net. Let him escape to another area and call another branch. Get rid of the 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 shortage of research samples?" The old man chewed gum and said disapprovingly: "It's not like I said it, Xiao Ning, it's been so long, and if there are no samples, they must have been destroyed several times."
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The woman was still smiling: "No matter what, we have reached the final stage, and there must be an explanation."
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After Qisi left the warehouse, After walking a few steps, I saw police cars coming one after another from a distance, so I immediately turned around and left.
Since its establishment in 1989, there has been no peace throughout the Federation. Cults and rebel organizations have emerged, and 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 a normal day, this would be no problem, but while 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 a homeless person, and this kind of trouble is likely to be endless and very troublesome.
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 shadow and walked over.
Chis retracted his hand that was holding the warning tape, turned half sideways, and spoke first: "Comrade police, what happened?"
He showed a look of embarrassment. , Wu Wuwu feels like 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?"
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"Qisi, the 'Qi' from 'Qi Chu', the 'Si' from 'Sven'."
"This name is quite familiar, what does it do?"
Of course it is familiar, a frequent visitor to the transcript room kind of. Chiss smiled sheepishly: "Taxidermist, we just held a county-level exhibition the day before yesterday, and it was published in the newspaper." [Note]
He pointed in the direction of the warehouse behind him: "Then Next to it is my studio. I was a bit nervous and didn’t like the noise, so I moved my studio to the suburbs.” Si gestured: "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 face remained unchanged, and it took less than half a second to sort out the known cards in his hand:
——The surveillance in this area has long been hacked by a friend, and the latest one is intact. The surveillance is at the bus stop half a mile away.
——Liu Ajiu had only been here for three hours, which did not meet 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. They most likely put him in the position of a criminal...
Qisi made a decision and frowned as if he was struggling to remember: "Today I I have been locked in my studio all day, and I haven’t seen anyone... Someone came the day before yesterday, but I’ve been wandering around these days, and I’m confused. I’m not sure..."
The middle-aged police officer has already arrived. When Qisi said the word "the day before yesterday", he waved his hand to indicate that he was done with the question.
At this moment, he patted Qisi on the shoulder and said kindly: "Go back early. Don't leave the city these days. It's not safe outside the city."
Qisi He 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. "Some things are more dangerous the more you know about them."
Qisi chuckled. , 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.
After walking five steps away, the latter asked abruptly: "What is in the suitcase?"
Qisi stopped and looked back sideways: "The specimen is half done. I plan to take it back and continue.”
"Can you open it and take a look?"
Qisi lowered his eyes and said, "It may not be convenient. It has just been molded and the wind will damage it... Of course, if you must open it, that's fine."
"Forget it, go back early. I'm sorry for wasting your time." The police officer waved his hand and stopped looking at him.
A grateful and submissive smile appeared at the corner of Qisi's mouth, and the amusement in his eyes melted into the smile, making it difficult to see clearly.
"It's okay, it's okay. You worked hard at night."
He nodded politely, maintained a consistent pace, and walked away step by step through the puddles.
The rain is still falling, and the umbrella makes a rustling sound, which makes 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. It was faintly hot at the moment.
[Name: Rose Heart]
[Type: Props]
[Effect:...]
Did you actually take the props out of the game?
Chis untied the garbage bag tied to the suitcase's trolley, put his hand into the balled-up shirt and groped around, but found nothing.
"The Destiny Pocket Watch was not brought out, but only 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 applies the world view of "Trafficking Crime" and "Zhou Lin". The whole world comes under federal rule and the country is reduced to a "county".
(End of this chapter)