The black around him seemed to be erased by an eraser, and the 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. The corpse in front of him exuded a distinct smell of blood, which was exciting.
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 series of constantly changing numbers sandwiched between the words, which should be the countdown mentioned by Ye Zi 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.
— is a good time to dispose of the body.
As a conscientious good citizen, Ziss did not want to cause unnecessary trouble to the Public Security Bureau.
He took a bone-chopping knife from the tool rack and gestured at the body, looking for a place to cut.
The moment he cut open the belly of the corpse, a small piece of vague memory flashed in his mind, like a flash of inspiration.
He caught it, his face changed slightly, and he ignored the dirt and grabbed the right hand of the corpse.
The body seemed to be wearing a black ring on the little finger of its 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 instantly realized that things were getting more troublesome.
The man named "Liu Ajiu" who he just stabbed to death was from the Xiela Guild.
From Chang Xu's words, this so-called "Xila Guild" should not be underestimated. Who knows if it will avenge the accidental death of its members for the sake of some illusory face.
Looking back, the best plan was actually to wait for Liu Ajiu to die naturally, and then explain to the people at the Public Security Bureau that what happened to him was an unreasonable disaster.
Although the process of taking notes and accepting investigations will be troublesome, it will definitely not be more complicated than the current situation.
Of course, now Zeiss has no other choice.
No matter how sincere and innocent he acted, no one would look at a pile of disemboweled flesh and bones and believe his "justifiable defense" rhetoric.
Ziss didn't stop doing anything, dragging the body to the workbench, cracking 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 strip of cloth was 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.
Seniors have said that don’t overestimate the sense of justice of the Public Security Bureau, don’t underestimate their pursuit of performance, and don’t look down on DNA testing technology.
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 no-strings-attached stage, has little love, and is too lazy to go to the market.
After he finished everything, 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.
After a lot of trouble, the originally tidy studio was in a mess.
On the spotlessly clean white ground, the messy mud prints of shoe soles are extremely eye-catching, and occasionally a few pools of blood fall on the ground, almost clearly telling others what happened here.
Mentally scolding Liu Ajiu for staining the floor, Qisi took a rag from the tool rack, soaked it in water, and squatted down to wipe the stains on the floor.
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 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 was both real and illusory.
Fortunately, Qisi was used to the changeable weather in Jiangcheng in March and had an umbrella ready at any time.
He returned to the warehouse, took out a black umbrella from the pile of debris, and walked out of the warehouse along the same path, blending into the continuous rain.
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Police cars pass by in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng, where no one is seen in the past. Their flashing car lights reflect sparkling waves on the oil-stained water.
Zisi saw the police coming one after another from a distance, and 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 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 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.
Just as he was about to escape, a sharp shout suddenly sounded from behind him: "Wait a minute!"
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, and he seemed ignorant and innocent, just 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?"
"Qi Si, 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]
He said, pointing 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 stares straight ahead with dull eyes. A bluish-white scar stretches from the corner of his right eye to his lip, making his entire face look incongruous.
It's Liu Ajiu!
His alert nerves were beating wildly, triggering untimely excitement. Qisi tried his best to keep his breathing rhythm steady and sorted through the known cards in less than half a second:
——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 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, so 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 was locked in my studio all day, and I didn't see anyone... Someone came the day before yesterday, but I've 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 warned: "Go back early. Don't go out of 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?"
Qisi stopped, looked back, and smiled: "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, let's go." The other party waved his hand and stopped looking at him.
Qisi smiled and nodded, maintaining a consistent pace, stepping on the puddles step by step and walking away. The splashed water droplets wet his trouser legs, and the fabric sucked his ankles wetly.
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, Qiss stopped and felt cold.
He touched his back and felt sticky cold sweat on his hand.
He stretched his hand to his neck again, 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 quickly 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 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, Qiss narrowed his eyes with interest: "It turns out that some props can be brought into reality. The weird game seems to be 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".