There seemed to be a man sitting on a chair against the window, whose shadow was outlined by the hazy light and shadow on the curtain behind him.

He seemed to be asleep, without a sound, not even breathing.

There was silence in the air.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground.

"Dah. There was a crunch in the depths of the room, and a switch was activated.

The room was instantly brightly lit, and the flickering light made Ren Wu's eyes squint reflexively.

Then Ren Wu exclaimed in surprise and gasped.

Sitting behind the desk was a bloated, purple-colored puppet figure that seemed to be stitched together from countless rags.

Black twine haphazardly sews together pieces of cloth of different shades of color.

In the upper right corner of the desktop is a small stack of documents and white paper, in front of which there is a pitch-black pen holder box with ballpoint pens, and in the upper left corner are several small jars of unknown significance.

The more he stared at this puppet Ren Wu, the creepi he became, as if it was a real person.

"Are you here to handle the documents?" said the puppeteer suddenly raised his head and said hoarsely to Ren Wu with eyes sewn together by two big red buttons.

Its voice was very faint and weak, as if it had suppressed the air squeezed out of its lungs by its throat, giving it the feeling that it was dying as if it was about to leak at any moment.

Ren Wu shuddered, this puppet can really speak.

Stitching, stitching, could it be that this is full of this kind of stitched out of the puppets?

Ren Wu's mind came up with all kinds of terrifying fairy tales that he had seen after hours.

The puppet kept staring at Ren Wu during the whole process of speaking, and at the same time the movements in his hands did not stop, he picked up a small jar with his left hand, and then stared at Ren Wu with his glasses, and opened the drawer with his right hand and took out a small brush from it.

Poked the brush into the blue leather jar, and a faint smell of grease wafted into Ren Wu's nostrils.

Then the puppet pulled out the brush and smeared it layer after layer on his arm and face, and the area that had been smeared was shiny and shiny, and it became more and more strange under the light.

"Are you here to do the paperwork?" the puppeteer said abruptly.

Ren Wu resisted the urge to leave the room with a numb scalp and nodded, "I'm here to apply for an intern, and this is my application card." ”

Ren Wu took out the black card from his pocket.

"Here, I, look. The puppeteer's voice was hoarse but clear.

Ren Wu stepped on small steps to get closer to the puppeteer, and to be honest, this puppet man gave him a feeling that was more than a ghost eye...... It's uncomfortable.

The puppet man put down the brush and the small jar in his hand, and Ren Wu Jinghong glanced at it, and the blue jar seemed to contain some liquid.

Taking the card in Ren Wu's hand, the puppeteer's head was clubbed very close, and a deep inhalation sound came from the two gaps in the shoddy nostrils.

"Orange Tiger, an A-Class member of the Stitching Society, has been verified. The puppet said stiffly.

Then he lowered his head and opened the drawer, put the black card into a small box inside, opened another drawer, and took out a thing in the shape of a workcard with a string of strings from it, and picked up a ballpoint pen to write on the workcard.

"Name can be substituted for number. The puppet raised his head stiffly and stared straight at Ren Wu.

Can you even replace the number? so considerate.

Ren Wu thought about it for a long time, what he practiced was the Ah Nose Sword Technique, so it was called Shura!

"Shura. ”

The puppeteer shook his head slowly, and continued to say word by word, "I'm sorry, please use a combination of letters and numbers." ”

“......”

Ren Wu's face was expressionless, why didn't you say it earlier, was it just to say the latter sentence.

The puppeteer suddenly raised his head and stared at the ceiling, a strange and stiff smile appeared on his face, and his mouth slowly opened, letting out a subdued laugh: "Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha ......"

Ren Wu took a deep breath and kept admonishing himself to calm down.

He could see that this puppet seemed to have simple intelligence, a bit like the intelligent robots circulating in the bright area that were operating according to some kind of planned program.

"Give me a number. Ren Wu has seen through the puppeteer's routine, as long as he continues to talk, he may step on more pits.

"Good. The puppet lowered his head and wrote on the workcard with a ballpoint pen.

The movements are slow, and the Muppets are engrossed in writing things.

After writing, the puppet put the tip of the ballpoint pen in his mouth and sipped it, and the blue ballpoint pen drew a diagonal line at the corner of his mouth, which looked quite funny.

"Click, click. The puppeteer's mouth was cracked, and it was full of crooked rusty nails.

The ballpoint pen is bitten, chewed, swallowed into the stomach.

The plastic shell of the ballpoint pen was bitten and cracked, like a broken bamboo strip, and it was swallowed into the stomach little by little.

Ren Wu thought for a moment and said, "What should I do next?"

"Go to the back room and throw the garbage. The puppet swallowed the ballpoint pen and said with a blank face.

Under the guidance of the puppeteers, Ren Wu was taken to the back room.

The back room is a kitchen-like place, with a strong smell of blood in the air, and the gray tiled walls are clean and tidy, and you can see your own reflection on the tiles.

The only messy place was the table in the center area, which was extremely bloody, and a vague figure of an inhuman shape was lying on the table, the blood on its body had dried up.

Ren Wu was horrified, and his scalp was numb.

He'd seen dead people, and he'd seen all sorts of tragic scenes on videotapes.

But such a tragic scene as in front of me is the first time I have experienced it in reality.

"Cleaning the room, throwing away the garbage, leaving the clubhouse by 12 o'clock, that's what you do every day. The puppeteer said to Ren Wu.

With that, the puppet turned to leave.

Ren Wu took out his mobile phone and looked at the time: 8.12 minutes.

There are about 4 hours left before 12 o'clock.

This room is not big, only about 100 square meters, there are several shelves around the room, and various tools for cleaning are placed on the shelves, and Ren Wu also saw the blue body bag inside.

There is a sink in the corner, and there are several iron buckets stacked next to the sink to catch water.

Three mops were stacked next to the bucket against the wall.

The cleaning tools are complete, and if you act diligently, this corpse will still have dirty blood and it will be cleaned up in two hours at most.

So what to do with such a long time, is it possible that this task is not as simple as I imagined?

Ren Wu frowned, feeling that he might have discovered the truth of the matter.

And also...... What kind of cult is this Stitch Society?

Ren Wu became more and more determined that the Suture Society was a cult, and the interns all learned how to dispose of corpses, so wouldn't the official members have to kill people every day?

Ren Wu was worried, feeling that he had entered a den of thieves.

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After reading everyone's replies in the last chapter, I feel more confident.