Chapter 307: Inhuman (115) (1st + 2nd) [VIP]

The two pairs of eyes met for a moment.

Cen Bingqi saw a hint of surprise in the other person's eyes, as if he didn't expect that at this time when everyone was asleep, he would suddenly wake up and pull out a kitchen knife from the bed.

Cen Bingqi himself actually didn't know where the kitchen knife came from.

He has the habit of carrying weapons, and other personalities will also prepare some handy tools for others to use in case of emergencies when traveling, but it is definitely impossible for them to be weapons as big as kitchen knives.

But it doesn’t matter where the weapon comes from, as long as it can be used.

He raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his other hand directly to the side of the other person's neck, and stroked the side of the wrist with his fingers.

He touched nothing.

The empty hand chopped towards the opponent's neck, but the force was not enough and it fell just short of knocking the opponent unconscious.

But even if he was a little bit short of strength, it would be enough to make him suffer.

Cen Bingqi's eyes remained unchanged as he watched the other person lean back in pain. He then exerted force with his other hand and flipped the man to the ground.

While the man was losing strength and falling backwards for a few seconds, Cen Bingqi touched his waist with his fingers and frowned slightly.

All the weapons he had on him were gone.

Due to professional habit, he should have hidden weapons in every possible place on his body. It is not reasonable to say that all the weapons are gone just because we searched two places.

But he is not the only one using this body.

Of course, a weapon that you carry with you for easy use at any time cannot be very safe. If you are not careful, you can hurt yourself. However, the possibility of "not being careful" for him is zero, but it is not the case for others.

As one of the twenty-four personalities in this body, he seldom takes the stage to exercise control in this body, so he naturally needs to consider the safety of other personalities when they appear on the stage.

Finally, after some discussion, everyone made the common decision that Cen Bingqi would only keep some "gadgets" that were relatively safe and would not affect the operation.

The other active personalities know that it is theirs and will not take it off without permission while controlling the body.

But now all his weapons were gone.

Not only that, in a flash, Cen Bingqi summarized the current situation.

This seemed to be a hotel room. He woke up because someone approached him in the middle of the night with murderous intentions towards them, so his personality, which was extremely sensitive to murderous intent, was suddenly triggered. Before he had time to sort out the current situation, he subconsciously attacked the person with murderous intent in the dark. Unexpectedly, the other party was completely defenseless, and the kitchen knife in his hand was strange and abnormally sharp, and he killed the other party with one blow.

Now he has a face that is not his own, and the person who came to assassinate him also has the same face. I don't know whether he has disguised himself to look like the other person, or both of them have chosen the same target to disguise themselves.

The other person in this room should be his friend, or Cen Bingqi's friend.

Even though time was urgent, Cen Bingqi couldn't help but be speechless for a moment. When did this smart guy Cen Bingqi make friends that they didn't know about, and they could even sleep in the same room with him!

Where do you get so many friends?

When you have nothing to do and take the initiative to control your body on stage, you make friends. Are you a kindergarten kid?

But the people on the ground are already dead, and the one who came here before cannot be kept.

The fact that they have the same face at least shows that there is a connection between them, and this person is definitely coming for Cen Bingqi.

Cen Bingqi usually acts in a pretentious manner and speaks in a soft voice with malicious intent. Everyone who has met him says that he is a gentle, considerate and kind person. Although his flesh is completely black after being cut open, based on his usual attitude towards others, how could he possibly provoke someone who wants to kill them?

Or did Cen Bingqi do something else when they didn't know?

Cen Bingqi sighed in his heart, cursing that this man only had fists but no brains, and his eyes quickly swept around.

There was no note, no sticky note. Cen Bingqi and Cen Bingqi, the two ancestors who often appeared at the front desk, left him no message and only a kitchen knife in his hand.

Isn't this crazy? Why keep the kitchen knife?

Cen Bingqi couldn't help but curse in his heart again. Putting a kitchen knife next to the pillow when someone was chasing him made it look like this grandson of Cen Bingqi came up with this idea on the spur of the moment.

But since the kitchen knives are here, the meaning of these two people is very clear, they are in danger of their lives.

The person who appeared here during those few days was Cen Bingqi, and he handled things according to his own way.

No matter what Cen Bingqi's friends thought, he was bound to kill this man.

Cen Bingqi swung the kitchen knife in his right hand very naturally and chopped it straight towards the man's neck.

The kitchen knife suddenly cut into the carpet. It was extremely sharp. Cen Bingqi, who was holding the handle, felt that the kitchen knife at least went straight into the tile floor under the carpet.

He felt the ground tremble slightly, and the tile was broken directly by him.

The man lying on the ground rolled to the side swiftly and agilely at that moment, barely avoiding the knife heading for his neck.

interesting.

Cen Bingqi narrowed his eyes and stabbed three more times.

Each time the knife brushed past the man's face, and each time it was moved more skillfully and smoothly than the last. By the third time, he even predicted his movements and dodged in another direction in advance, flipping over from the ground.

This person is learning from him.

He held back in the last three attacks, intentionally leaving only one flaw, and the man dodged three times, all the time heading towards that flaw, using a technique that only he knew.

Even Cen Bingqi and his other personalities who share the same body do not know this technique.

And if he was not mistaken, the first time the kitchen knife almost hit the man's neck, the man's response did not look like he could fight at all.

In just these few seconds, he suddenly got it?

What's wrong with this person? What on earth did Cen Bingqi do when he was using his body?

At the moment he was thinking, the man with the same face as him actually took the initiative to attack him, as if he wanted to kill him here.

He actually pulled out a kitchen knife from behind.

Cen Bingqi frowned slightly, without trying to dodge, he walked straight forward. Before he could see what the hand did, the knife in his hand was taken away.

With a "click", the blade ruthlessly sank into his neck.

Cen Bingqi was incredibly strong and his expression was surprisingly calm.

"I won't hold back. Bye." He curled the corners of his mouth and directly turned the blade to cut the artery.

The blood gathered into a stream and spurted forward, Cen Bingqi tilted his head to avoid it, and his palm loosened, and the face that looked exactly like his fell straight back along with the body onto the carpet, making a muffled sound.

This man's skills were far inferior to his. If he hadn't held back with his three strikes just now, he wouldn't have been able to survive those few extra minutes.

But now it is obviously not a question of how inferior his skills are, but why on earth did this person learn his moves?

Cen Bingqi frowned slightly and turned his head, and saw that Cen Bingqi's friend, who had been on the bed just now, had gotten out of bed at some point and was bending over to look at the dead man on the ground who had been chopped by him after he came in first.

"You..." Before he could finish his words, he saw the face of the corpse after it was turned over on the ground.

"This person's face looks like yours?" He suddenly changed his tone and looked over.

"Well," Cen Bingqi's friend half-knelt beside the corpse, his face calm, obviously not feeling any discomfort from seeing a crime scene. He even touched the dead man's face with his fingers under Cen Bingqi's gaze, and pressed his nose, "It's not plastic surgery, no makeup."

The man had been dead for quite some time, and his face was a little pale. Cen Bingqi went over and squatted down to touch him, and found that he was not wearing any mask.

These two people really look alike.

"You..." He glanced at the thing on the ground, then looked at Cen Bingqi's friend, and said hesitantly, "You don't have twin brothers, right?"

Cen Bingqi's friend looked either rich or noble. Could it be that Cen Bingqi had dragged them into some wealthy family affair, and that the assassin who looked exactly like him was actually his brother who came to fight for the family property?

Although it was the other party who attacked first, he felt justified and confident in fighting back and killing the other party, but he finally got out once and then killed the brother of Cen Bingqi's new friend, which seemed quite unethical.

I'll be laughed at to death by the other people.

In the past, he was the one who plotted against the other twenty-three people behind their backs. If he really killed the brother of Cen Bingqi's new friend, he would be ridiculed until at least the New Year.

Thinking of this, Cen Bingqi shuddered and asked uneasily, "The one I killed couldn't be your brother or your younger brother, right?"

"No," Cen Bingqi's friend, who was squatting on the other side of the corpse, shook his head slightly, glanced at him, and said calmly, "This should be the person who pretended to be us a few days ago."

“Oh oh oh…” Cen Bingqi nodded, as if he understood.

It turns out someone was impersonating them a few days ago.

So the question is, what did Cen Bingqi do?

His curiosity now far outweighed his confusion. There was a tacit understanding between the twenty-four personalities. Due to physical problems, some personalities were often triggered without warning, so the two personalities who controlled the body would write diaries most of the time.

It's called a diary, but in fact it's just some simple introductions, roughly telling where they are now, what they are doing, etc., so that other people won't be confused when they suddenly come out.

Cen Bingqi now really wants to open the memo on his phone to see what Cen Bingqi is doing.

Didn't this guy always love to pretend to be a gentle and handsome guy and spread his desire for performance everywhere? How did he get involved in such a mess?

But his curiosity-induced itching and his expression were obviously mistaken by the other person as the fear that came with murder.

"I won't tell anyone," Cen Bingqi was still scratching his head and wondering what Cen Bingqi was up to when he felt his friend pat his shoulder and a voice came from above his head, "These things are probably not human. They just wanted to kill us and take our place. If you don't kill them, they will kill us."

Cen Bingqi subconsciously wanted to nod, but it was no big deal. He has always adhered to this principle, so now all twenty-four of them are full of energy.

At the moment when he was about to nod, he tried hard to restrain himself.

Wait a minute, it seems that this friend of Cen Bingqi has mistaken himself for Cen Bingqi?

Should he pretend a little? Otherwise, after waking up, this person will calmly blame him for his mistake and cause him to lose a new friend.

——Just read it as a new friend and write it as a new toy.

Normally he was too lazy to pretend. Anyway, Cen Bingqi was very cunning. He would find a reason to make it up when he came back. Otherwise, they would just stop being friends. He didn't need that toy anyway.

But the problem is that this time the murder happened in front of someone.

Human life is at stake. If this matter gets out, even if Cen Bingqi is sure to find a way to get away with it, he will still be punished.

Besides, if Cen Bingqi gets into trouble, all twenty-four of them will be in trouble. He must be crazy to dig his own grave, right?

Moreover, this new friend, Cen Bingqi, was quite sensible. He promised to keep it secret before he could say anything.

People like them can't easily deal with things like this, so why worry about it?

Thinking of this, Cen Bingqi's eyes turned and he immediately started acting.

He pinched himself hard with his right hand, forcing out a few tears, and looked up at Cen Bingqi's friend: "What should we do?"

"First...deal with it first." The other party paused, looked away uncomfortably, and glanced at the time. "It's a little after one now. The opening ceremony will be at five o'clock. Everyone will wake up at half past four. We have to deal with it before then."

Is Cen Bingqi filming? Where is the opening ceremony?

Cen Bingqi's curiosity was about to reach an advanced stage. He was anxious to see what Cen Bingqi had written in the notes on his phone. He nodded quickly, with a sincere look of confusion on his face: "Then what should we do?"

Good question.

Herbisk didn't know either.

"Ersi, you..." He looked around a little helplessly, "Why don't you get up first."

"Okay." Cen Bingqi stood up and muttered the name "Ersi" in his mind.

Cen Bingqi still has some conscience. He gave us a pseudonym because he was thinking about the twenty-three of us.

But why does this name, when called out in this kind of scenario, carry a sense of "I'm unlucky, and neither can you twenty-three of you"?

Cen Bingqi twitched his lips, but still looked at the other party, expecting that this rich new friend of Cen Bingqi could call a team of murder cleaners with just one phone call.

This way he doesn't have to do it himself.

Under his faintly expectant gaze, the expression on the other person's face quickly returned to calm. After a little thought, he quickly made a judgment: "First, drag these two people... and their things to the bathroom."

Cen Bingqi's eyes went dark.

Oh no, does this young master want to handle it himself?

Do things according to your ability. Brother, have you ever dealt with a corpse? Why do you want to do it yourself?

He looked at the other person with a hint of disbelief.

Perhaps because he had acted too much before, the other party automatically interpreted this look as the fear of having to deal with the body himself after killing someone, and said in a deep voice: "I'll do it, you take a rest first."

As he said that, he really reached out and started mopping the corpse on the ground.

Cen Bingqi watched him lift the shoulders of the corpse that looked exactly like him, then put his hands under the other's armpits and struggled to carry the corpse towards the bathroom.

Oh my god…

Cen Bingqi sighed in his heart, "Cen Bingqi, what kind of friend do you have? He has a strong heart. What an awesome buddy!" He quickly stepped forward and grabbed the man's feet: "Let's move together."

This young master probably really doesn't know that the body of a person who has died after falling into a coma is very heavy, which is completely different from when he is awake. If he really uses this posture, he is afraid that this rich young master who is out of touch with the world will break his waist.

The two men struggled to move the two bodies to the bathroom. Cen Bingqi stretched his neck and his mind became active again.

Friends who often kill people know that it is easy to kill someone but difficult to dispose of the body.

Although he is a professional killer, it is usually not his turn to deal with corpses.

Normally, he kills someone and runs away. Who cares what happens to the body? There are no fingerprints and no clues anyway, so just investigate.

Employers who don't want to be investigated will hire someone to handle it. Only in very rare cases do they need to do it themselves, but these rare cases are always in the wilderness.

There is no human habitation within a hundred miles, so he can do whatever he wants with the area.

In this situation... He had heard that some special cleaners were the ones who cleaned crime scenes, and a colleague had given him contact information before. The social circles of the twenty-four personalities were very different, and the address book was a mixed bag. Other people would not delete it casually, so the phone number was probably still in his phone.

Thinking of this, Cen Bingqi no longer cared about what Cen Bingqi thought of him in the eyes of his new friend. A trivial matter like a phone call from the cleaner at the crime scene would have less impact than killing someone with his own hands. He believed that Bai Qiehei would be able to fool him, so he decided to get rid of the body first.

You can't really rely on him and this young master to deal with it alone. It's hard to say whether this young master has any experience in dealing with corpses. He doesn't really think that just flushing the body down the sewer will be okay, right?

At this moment, Cen Bingqi had completely forgotten what the man had said at the beginning, "These things are not human beings." He thought that this was just the young master's angry words. He found an excuse and walked towards the room, intending to take a look at the records of Cen Bingqi in the memo and make a phone call to place an order.

But the strange thing is that this time the situation seems to be different from usual.

Cen Bingqi sat on the bed and found that the memo in his mobile phone was empty. The two people left nothing for them. It seemed that the address book was also cleared. There were only a few scattered phone calls and a contact with the letter A in front of it [Lao Wu].

Could it be that something really happened to these two people and that’s why they deleted everything in their phones?

He stood up in an instant.

Just as he stood up, a rather obvious "clang" sound came from the bathroom.

The sound of something hitting the glass wall of the bathroom.

He killed both people, so he wasn't worried about them coming back to life. However, Cen Bingqi's friend was still inside, and it seemed that this friend had something to do with his sudden deletion of all his memos and contacts.

Cen Bingqi didn't dare to delay and rushed to the bathroom in one step.

He was also slightly stunned.

Only Cen Bingqi's friend was standing in the bathroom.

Or rather, he was the only one.

The two bodies disappeared.

Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. The hotel's soundproofing was poor, and Cen Bingqi had exceptionally good hearing, so he heard a "bang" coming from the corridor outside the door.

What's going on?

His mind raced, and he felt as if he had borrowed Cen Bingqi's brain today, and his thoughts were working extraordinarily fast.

This guy seems to have infiltrated some film crew and is living with a rich young master. Both of them are being hunted by a mysterious thing. That thing has taken on their appearance and seems to be planning to replace them.

So Cen Bingqi deleted the memo and address book, probably to prevent the other party from obtaining this information.

And the noise outside now is most likely caused by the same thing.

In a few seconds, this information quickly flashed through his mind, and his eyes kept looking inside the room.

Sure enough, the blood on the ground and the bed had all disappeared, leaving only three not-so-obvious cracks on the carpet. The kitchen knife lay quietly on the carpet, indicating that what had just happened was not a dream.

The two dead people disappeared along with their blood.

Oh my god, what on earth has Cen Bingqi gotten himself into?

Cen Bingqi cursed several times in his heart, and his hands became gentler and gentler, and he opened the door quietly.

He made eye contact with a yellow-haired guy in the corridor.

Seeing him, Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and called softly: "Er Si? You haven't slept either?"

"What are you doing here?" The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Cen Bingqi suspected that the voice just now came from this yellow-haired man, and he also imitated him and asked in a low voice.

"I'm not feeling unsafe," Huangmao gestured and pointed to the room at the door, "I'll knock on Xiaoying and Nianyu's door to see how they are."

This answer was full of loopholes, but Cen Bingqi had something to hide. He had no idea who the three people Huang Mao was talking about, but Huang Mao acted as if he was very familiar with him. He knew that the current situation was not good, and he was afraid of not only betraying Cen Bingqi but also the twenty-three of them, so he didn't say much. He nodded and closed the door.

In the bathroom, Cen Bingqi's friend's face had returned to normal. He picked up the knife on the carpet and placed it on the bed. He seemed to be afraid that Cen Bingqi would be scared or something. After he closed the door, he even patted his shoulder soothingly, touched his head, and said calmly: "It's okay."

Of course it's okay.

Cen Bingqi muttered to himself, what was going on between him and his friend Cen Bingqi? Why did he feel that Bai Qiehei was using the bodies of the twenty-four of them to have some shameful relationship with someone else?

Why are two grown men touching his head for no reason?

Or it was after the murder, or the person was killed.

No matter how you look at it, he should be the one to touch someone's head and comfort them, right? Why would anyone comfort someone who has killed someone?

But he didn't know what was going on at the moment, and he didn't dare to act rashly and let everyone down. He could only respond vaguely and quickly lay down.

Before falling asleep, he left a message in the memo, which roughly meant that when I woke up at night, I had dealt with the people who pretended to be you and your friends last night. You can rest assured about the disposal of the bodies. The two people and the blood they left behind disappeared directly. You should pay attention to safety when using your bodies, and call everyone if anything happens. Then he fell asleep quickly.

The best way now is to quickly switch the white and black back and let this smart guy deal with this strange matter himself. He slipped away.

And for some reason, from the time he woke up to the time he fell asleep today, he always had a strange feeling.

He feels...

He seemed to have forgotten something.

A very important thing.

*

At 4:30 in the morning, Bai Jinshu was awakened by the alarm clock he set.

He opened his eyes and adjusted to the darkness for a few minutes. He heard a sound coming from the bed next to him. Knowing that Herbisk had also woken up, he raised his hand and turned on the light in the room.

It was still pitch black outside the window at this point, but voices of two or three people could be heard in the corridor, and the staff had all woken up.

Bai Jinshu changed his clothes and felt that the way Herbisk looked at him today was particularly strange.

With a kind of... inexplicable tolerance and a strange gentleness that was incompatible with his face?

He frowned and looked at his face in the bathroom mirror. There was no change at all.

In this strange atmosphere, the two of them packed up and opened the door. The crew members greeted them one after another, "Good morning, teachers."

"Teacher Ersi, do you want to have breakfast? The cafeteria downstairs opened three hours earlier for us."

"Director Qiao said they're going downstairs to place the offerings first."

Bai Jinshu responded one by one, nodded, walked to the doors of other people and knocked on everyone's door.

"Wait a moment, let me change my pants--" someone shouted from behind the yellow-haired man's door, and came to open the door half a minute later.

As soon as he saw Bai Jinshu, he started to mutter: "Damn, God is so unfair. We both stayed up past one in the morning, so why don't you have dark circles under your eyes?"

Bai Jinshu:?

Wait a moment.

He paused, without showing it on his face, but his mind was already reminiscing.

Last night?

Didn't he sleep last night?

wrong.

As his mind recalled last night, another memory suddenly appeared.

He seemed to be... walking in the corridor with Herbisk, heard the makeup artist gossiping about something, and then he entered the room.

Just as I was recalling this, the cell phone suddenly rang for the second time.

Bai Jinshu opened his phone and found a schedule reminder on a note set for 4:45.

There were only a few lines in the note:

[I dealt with the two people who looked like you last night. You don't have to worry about the bodies. The bodies and bloodstains of the two people disappeared within ten minutes of death. What on earth did you do with our bodies? Be safe. Call us if anything happens.]

The signature has only one number [17]

Last night…two people like them were “dealt with” by this guy who was typing in his own memo.

A picture suddenly flashed through Bai Jinshu's mind. He entered the room, took a heavy metal ornament from the hallway and held it in his hand, then walked towards the bed. Suddenly, a man on the bed jumped up and killed Herbisk who was walking in front of him, then suddenly turned over, turned on the light, and chopped at him with a kitchen knife.

When the kitchen knife and the metal ornament collided, he saw a familiar face in his memory.

His own face.

The person on the bed is him!

Whose perspective is this?

The people who imitated them who were killed?

Staring at the number [17] on his phone, Bai Jinshu suddenly remembered something.

He drew a yellow mark on the seventeenth character among the twenty-four most popular characters that Old Wu had stuffed into his head:

【The Chatterbox Killer】

The comment by Lao Wu next to him is: The third male lead in a popular TV series a while ago, he is both cool and talkative, cute and reliable. It is said on the Internet that MBTI is an ENTP. Anyway, he has the girls crazy about him! Learn from him!

And this passage...

These words that inexplicably appeared on his mobile phone, and the number 17 he signed.

Just like what this [Chatty Killer] left behind.

The author has something to say:

Broken Eyebrow Killer: Cheerfully arranges all personalities behind their backs and acts like a jerk in front of everyone

Crime Scene Cleaner is a new game on Steam. The game is about playing the role of a cleaner to clean up the crime scene. It will be released next year, but the trial version is out now. If you are interested, you can download it and play it.

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