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 Jin Yusheng, who is already suspected to be a meat ticket in the hands of the federation... Who cares about him?
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 his dinner, got into the bedroom, took out the tinfoil he bought not long ago from the drawer, sat at the desk, and folded the paper ingots.
Chis'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 handicraft class and gave it to the teacher; when he was twelve years old, he even handled a human corpse alone; he has been engaged in industries that require hands-on work for a long time, and his skills in this area Ability increases every day.
Although paper money belongs to a completely different field from the hands-on work he does, the test is still the dexterity of his fingers. After Qisi folded one, he regained the feeling he had a year ago. His fingers were flying like shadows, and he was folding faster and faster.
The tin foil he bought was folded in less than two hours. Qisi walked through the living room and walked to the balcony, and took out an iron bucket from the corner.
He returned to the bedroom and threw all the paper ingots neatly arranged on the table.
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, dug out a medical kit from the utility cabinet under the bookcase, and then pushed open 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.
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, so he could not be fooled by the illusion. , knowing that this situation is absolutely true.
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.
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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 is getting heavier and heavier, falling from the sky to the opposite side, splashing mist like smoke.
Chisi lay by the window and stared at the water on the ground, sketching the image of the 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 confused. A look of helplessness.
But that night, he did not 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, 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 there are still ghosts to be after death...
He Thinking about it, he has always played well with ghosts and ghosts, and his parents are just accompanying him in another form.
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 and sat quietly next to the corpse.
When he was bored, he arranged the incense candles into various patterns, 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, trying to block the corpse water gushing out of the swollen skin, feeling at a loss what to do.
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, Qisi 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, recorded in books and hearsay, to try to find the ghosts of his parents.
In order to better preserve the corpse, he learned how to make specimens by himself 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.
That was the first time that 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 the lonely crowds, but he couldn't find those familiar figures, the disembowelled, hanged, and severed hands and feet...
Qis suddenly realized that, There are no ghosts in the world anymore, only people come and go.
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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