“Why?” Ciel frowned slightly.
Her simulated self ca with the Roswell family crest. Unless absolutely necessary, Ciel didn’t want to exchange Avena’s family crest for this matter, as she couldn’t explain the crest’s origin to Avena.
“She’s already dead,” the guard shrugged, saying, “Just a few hours ago, drug addiction flared up, scratched her own neck open. By the ti we found her, her body was already stiff.”
Dead?
Just last night?
The sudden turn of events made Ciel frown slightly, but she didn’t lose her composure, directly asking, “Then where is her body?”
“Still in the cell, just waiting for soone to collect the body... After all, keeping it here is quite unlucky.” The guard’s face was full of disgust, seemingly genuinely uncomfortable about a prisoner dying within the police station.
After all, this was an era where even autopsies were considered vulgar by detectives. People still held so taboos regarding corpses.
“No need to find soone to collect the body,” Ciel felt slight relief inwardly upon hearing the body was still there, saying, “Just let take it away directly. I will handle her funeral ceremony.”
“Oh? Are you her acquaintance? Of course, no problem.” The guard nodded repeatedly. He was certainly very willing to get rid of the body sooner.
The guard led Ciel to the underground prison, opened one of the cells. Ciel saw a brown burlap body bag.
This crude body bag was stained with hardened black blood. Ciel didn’t shy away too much, half-knelt down, directly untied the body bag, and saw the female prisoner’s head.
Scratches on the face... neck also scratched open, complexion already purple... indeed looks like death from scratching herself open and excessive blood loss.
Good thing I ca early... Later, the body might have been buried in the mass grave outside the city.
The facial damage didn’t matter much, because she was going to take skin from other parts to replace it anyway... As for the issue of facial color, makeup could compensate.
If really necessary, buying so animal blood to fill in would also work. Anyway, it wasn’t to resurrect her, just to give the corpse a bit of color.
Ciel retied the burlap sack tightly, dragged the body directly, and left the police station.
At this ti, figures gradually appeared on the street. Many people cast curious glances towards Ciel...
An ordinary believer wasn’t much to look at, but a believer dragging a body bag was quite a sight—probably soon, this scene would be spread by word of mouth into various gossip versions, enriching their boring daily lives.
Ciel also noticed this problem.
Her current appearance was indeed sowhat conspicuous.
Realizing this, Ciel dragged the body bag into a dim alley.
At this ti, the sky had only turned a faint lake blue; no sunlight had shone down yet. The alley remained extrely gloomy.
“No.4.”
A silver light flashed. Ciel’s Fate Points decreased from 168 to 163.
She directly spent 5 Fate Points, transforming into the “Coroner” save file in advance.
Ciel half-knelt beside the body bag. A strange, flesh-colored spider crawled out from the shadow of her cloak, crawled along her clothes to the back of her hand, then jumped onto the body bag, bit through the sack, and directly crawled inside.
In the quiet alley, ca a teeth-grinding sound, like tiny rodents gnawing on a skull.
Soon, the body bag before Ciel began to twitch.
She reached out, directly untied the rope binding the body bag, opening the mouth of the bag.
A stiff, pale hand, almost purplish, reached out from the body bag, pressing onto the ground.
Footsteps sounded from behind. Ciel quickly stood up, turned around, walked towards the alley entrance, brushing past the newcor.
And behind her, the long-dead corpse, now slowly stood up in the darkness, supporting itself against the alley wall. In its hand, it held the body bag that previously contained itself.
Thump—
The shoulder of the man walking into the alley collided with the corpse. The man’s steps faltered. He seed not to notice soone else standing nearby, turned his head, and quickly said, “Sorry, this... madam.”
By the dim morning light at the alley entrance, he could see the woman’s silhouette. But sohow, he felt the woman’s movents were sowhat... strange?
But before he could think further, the woman completely ignored him, just swayed slightly, supporting herself against the wall, walking towards the alley entrance.
Hungover? So strange...
The man scratched his head. Seeing the woman didn’t pursue the matter, he directly turned around and continued walking deeper into the alley.
What he didn’t notice was that his white shirt, when colliding with the woman just now, had already been stained with a patch of dried blood.
...
Ciel, carrying the corpse, rushed back to her room, almost at a jog, before the sun fully erged.
After placing the corpse in the living room, Ciel went out again with money to buy so simple suturing tools and large pieces of cheap cloth, finally returning ho again.
Ciel spread the purchased cloth on the larger dining table, then summoned the corpse, letting her lie on the waste cloth.
Before the “Coroner” effect ended, Ciel cut off the corpse’s clothes. Without ti to clean the bloodstains on her body, she began disassembling and suturing at the fastest speed possible.
The corpse didn’t need to worry about any infection issues, so Ciel’s crude tools wouldn’t affect the suturing result—at most, the facial sutures would be slightly more obvious.
After all, this era didn’t have things like costic sutures. Achieving truly hidden sutures was unlikely; she could only make it look sowhat human.
In the simulation, Ciel had already seen the portraits and prompts given by her simulated self in the simulation notebook. So this ti, when suturing, Ciel’s speed was extrely fast.
Originally, her simulated self, still exploring, used two save file transformations—aning one hour—to completely finish suturing the corpse.
But the real Ciel knew in advance which piece of skin or muscle to cut, how much bone to shave off to make the final product closer to the appearance of the woman in the quill pen’s impression. Plus, with the 【Tailoring Lv.2】 skill in hand, her suturing speed was quite rapid.
Soon, Ciel completely disassembled and reassembled the corpse’s face, and in the last few tens of seconds, completely sealed the corpse with spider silk.
The mont the spider web enveloped the entire corpse, Ciel took a few steps back, looking at the corpse wrapped like a mummy before her.
Done...
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