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

He seemed to be asleep, without a trace of sound, and even breathing.

The air is quiet.

It was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

"Da." A crisp sound came from the depths of the room, and a certain switch was activated.

The room was brightly lit in an instant, and the bright light made Ren Wu squint his eyes in a conditioned manner.

Then Ren Wu exclaimed and took a breath of air conditioning.

Sitting behind the desk was a bloated body, with a purple color, like a doll made of countless pieces of rags.

The black twine stitches together in a mess.

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

The more I stared at this puppet, the more creepy he became, as if he was a real person.

"Are you here to get the documents?" The doll man suddenly raised his head and said hoarsely to Ren Wu's eyes, which were sewn with two big red buttons.

Its sound is very weak and weak, just like pressing down the air squeezed out of the depths of its lungs, giving people the feeling of being dying as if it will leak at any time.

Ren Wu shivered, the puppet really knows how to talk.

Suture, suture, is it possible that there are all these stitched ragdoll men?

Various horrible fairy tales that I saw after a child appeared in Ren Wu's mind.

The doll man stared at Ren Wu in the whole process, and at the same time, he didn't stop his movements. He picked up a small jar with his left hand, then stared at Ren Wu with his glasses, and opened the drawer with his right hand to take out a small brush from it.

Punch the brush into the blue-skinned can, and a very light oily smell floated into Ren Wu's nostrils.

Then the doll pulled out the brush and applied it to his arm, applying it layer by layer on his face, and the areas where it was applied were shiny, making it even more weird under the light.

"Are you here to get the documents?" The doll suddenly repeated what he said before.

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

Ren Wu took out the black card from his pocket.

"Give it, I, look." The ragdoll's voice was paused word by word, although its voice was hoarse but clear.

Ren Wu walked towards the doll man in small steps. To be honest, this doll man gave him a feeling of more than a ghost eye... it made people uncomfortable.

The doll put down the brush and small jar in his hand. Ren Wu Jinghong glanced at it and it seemed that the blue-skin jar contained some liquid.

After taking the card from Ren Wu's hand, the doll's head was very close, and a deep breathing sound came from the two gaps of the shoddy nostrils.

"Orange Tiger, a member of the stitching club, has been certified." The Muppet said dumbly.

Then he lowered his head and opened the drawer and put the black card into a small box inside. He then opened another drawer and took out something like a work card with a rope string from it, picked up a ballpoint pen to write on the work card.

"The name can be replaced by a code name." The doll raised his head stiffly and stared at Ren Wu.

It can actually replace the code name? It's so considerate.

Ren Wu thought for a long time and was practicing Abi Sword Technique, so it was called Shura!

"Shura."

The doll man shook his head slowly and continued to say word by word: "I'm sorry, please combine letters and numbers."

“…”

Ren Wu had no expression on his face. Didn’t you say it earlier? Is it just to say the following sentence?

The doll man suddenly raised his head and stared at the ceiling. A strange and stiff smile appeared on his face. His mouth slowly opened and he let out a sluggish laugh: "Ha...ha...ha...ha..."

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

He saw that this mutton man seemed to have simple intelligence, a bit like the intelligent robot circulating in Ming District was based on some planned program activities.

"Give me a number just a few." Ren Wu saw through the puppet's routine, and as long as he continued to talk, he might even get into more pitfalls.

"Okay." The doll man lowered his head and wrote on the work sign with a ballpoint pen.

The movement is very slow, and the mutton is focused when writing.

After writing, the doll put the tip of the ballpoint pen in his mouth and pursed it. The blue ballpoint pen drew a slanted mark on the corner of his mouth that looked quite funny.

"Crack, crack." The doll man cracked his mouth, and his mouth was covered with crooked rust nails.

The ballpoint pen was bitten, chewed, and swallowed into the stomach.

The plastic shell of the ballpoint pen was bitten and cracked, like broken bamboo strips, swallowing them into their stomach bit by bit.

Ren Wu thought for a while and said, "What should I do below?"

"Go to the back room to throw away the garbage." The doll man swallowed the ballpoint pen and said expressionlessly.

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

The back room is a place similar to a kitchen. The air is filled with a strong smell of blood. The walls covered with gray tiles are clean and tidy, so you can see your reflection from the wall tiles.

The only dirty and messy place is the table in the center area. The table is extremely bloody, and an uninhabited blurred figure lying on the table, and the blood on his body has dried up.

Let Wu's scalp feel numb when he is creepy.

He has seen dead people and all kinds of tragic scenes on the video tape.

But this is the first time in reality that such a tragic scene is like the one in front of you.

"Sweep the room and throw away the garbage, leave the club before twelve o'clock. This is your daily task." The doll man said to Ren Wu.

After saying that, the doll turned around and left.

Ren Wu took out his cell phone and looked at it for a while: 8.12 minutes.

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

The room is not big, only about one hundred square meters. There are several shelves around the room, and various tools for cleaning are placed on it. Ren Wu also saw blue body bags inside.

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

Three mops were piled up beside the iron bucket against the wall.

There are all cleaning tools. If you move diligently, the body will be cleaned up for up to two hours.

So what to do for such a long time? Could it be 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...what cult is this suture?

Ren Wu became more and more determined to believe that the suture association is a cult, and interns learn how to deal with corpses. So don’t formal members enjoy killing every day?

Ren Wu was worried and felt that he had entered a thief's nest.

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After reading everyone’s reply in the previous chapter, I became more confident.
Chapter completed!