Chapter 153 Skeleton
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 own workstation, and entered the name "Qisi" 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 around the intersection, I heard a loud noise from a distance, coming from the direction of the main entrance.
Ning Xu changed the route with great interest and walked towards the hustle and bustle.
A dozen investigators gathered in a circle 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 spooky game and the operations captain of the spooky investigation bureau headquarters, Fu Jue travels to branches in various administrative districts throughout the year to deal with spooky incidents or inspect work.
Logically speaking, his inspection of Jiangcheng Branch should be in June, but this year it was not known 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, if you don't come later, I guess it's because we have eradicated Xi La's influence and made achievements, so I want to come and pick the fruits."
"Fu Jue, he looks like this all day long. He is selfless and considers the interests of all mankind, and he is not tired of it."
"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 a thief... ”
Ning Xu listened, pretending she didn't hear anything, smiled nonchalantly, turned her head and disappeared deep into the corridor.
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After parting ways with Jin Yusheng, Qisi returned home and decisively changed his phone card to a new one. He also dragged his suitcase out of the closet and packed some daily necessities inside. , planning to move back to the 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 until the matter reaches a certain level. Head-to-head.
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 contradictions to intensify and reach the point of irreconcilability, it is better to face them earlier, so as to fight for survival space.
As for what to do with Jin Yusheng, who is already suspected to be a meat ticket 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 ever.
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 hurriedly finished dinner, got into the bedroom, dug out the tinfoil paper he bought not long ago from the drawer, sat at the desk, folded the paper ingots with his fingers flying like shadows.
The tinfoil sheets he bought were folded in less than two hours. Qisi walked through the living room and walked to the balcony. He took out an iron bucket from the corner, then went back to the bedroom and stacked the tables neatly. All the good paper ingots were thrown in.
At this time, he didn't mind the trouble anymore. 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 put them on the table. With.
Having done everything, 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, then dug out a medical kit from the utility cabinet under the bookcase, and then opened the door of the master bedroom.
The room that has not been opened for a long time surprisingly does not have much dust. There is only a decaying smell from the wooden furniture that has been left for a long time, tirelessly exaggerating the atmosphere that is 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. So cherished.
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 without any wrinkles and the clean white skeleton look like a fantasy scene painted by a computer, stripped of all authenticity and approaching a kind of falsehood. 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, the night was already deep. 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.
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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. They spoke to him in bits and pieces and said goodbye to him solemnly.
At that time, Qisi 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 high sky to the opposite side, splashing water mist like smoke and mist.
Chisi, who was still a teenager, was lying by the window, staring at the water on the ground, picturing the image of a murderer on a rainy night in his mind, impatiently waiting for his parents to come back so that he could share the bloody story with them.
But that night, he did not wait for his parents, only for 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, Qiss didn’t feel much sadness; after arriving at the scene, looking at the scattered flesh and blood, he was as excited as he had ever seen a bloody scene before. She has a ruddy complexion and shortness of breath.
From his perspective on life in just sixteen years, death does not mean the end of everything. People still have souls, and ghosts can still be around after death...
He thought, he has always been with ghosts He was having a good time, and his parents were just accompanying him in another way.
That night, despite the dissuasion of the police and doctors, Zis took his parents' bodies directly home.
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.
Being ready for everything, Qisi sniffed the sacrificial fragrance that filled the room, sat quietly next to the corpse, and arranged the incense candles into 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, he did not wait for the souls of his parents.
Qisi stared blankly at the decayed corpse, randomly sealing the corpse water gushing out of the ruptured 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 rotten flesh and blood from the corpse, wiped the bones clean with alcohol, and pressed the bones of the human skeleton with iron nails. The shape is put together well.
That was the first time Zisi made human specimens. During the process of handling the corpse, he felt calmer than ever before, as if he had found his lifelong pursuit, knowing that this was where his talent lay, and what his future would hold. Towards.
If there are no ghosts to accompany you, keeping the body as a souvenir 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 foot...
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 lost sight of 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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