153: Chapter 153: I am the Innate BUG Holy Body 153: Chapter 153: I am the Innate BUG Holy Body Li Mumu had stopped reading detective mystery novels after graduating from middle school.
Especially those where the criminal kills someone and doesn’t run away but wastes time setting up a perfect crime scene, only to inadvertently leave clues that lead the detective right to them.
They’re arrogant without seeing the evidence, but collapse and confess in tears the moment they see it…
So to her, Wendy’s suggestion sounded particularly foolish.
But she had to admit Wendy was right—if a detective did turn up at such a time, wouldn’t it be too “coincidental”?
The ones who really needed clues were actually themselves.
Until now, Li Mumu still couldn’t figure out who was orchestrating this whole drama behind the scenes.
She might start with Wendy’s clumsy method, and if that didn’t work, she would consider using the spells recorded in The Sutra of Guiding the Deceased to the Afterlife, or asking her mother for help.
What was that old saying?
As long as one’s thoughts didn’t slip, there would always be more solutions than difficulties.
The Cosmos Cruise Ship had its own musical troupe, which performed dances and songs for the passengers.
From their backstage, one could get the right costumes and makeup for disguises.
Of course, without Wendy, the skilled wanderer’s guidance, Li Mumu would never have found their backstage area.
Li Mumu was cautious, always keenly aware of her surroundings, especially watching out for any passengers who seemed odd.
The handsome and charismatic detectives in modern films were just modifications made to please the audience.
In fact, in old detective novels, detectives had generally unremarkable or even unpopular looks, quirky personalities, and more often than not, were somewhat eccentric.
In Saifu City, being a professional detective was as legitimate and lucrative as being a dentist or a lawyer.
How to choose clients, how much to charge, and how far to investigate were all regulated.
What honest person would see a murder scene and light up with excitement, working for free to steal someone else’s livelihood?
Fortunately for them, they had just been overthinking; no one had noticed them throughout the journey.
Life at sea was quite dull.
At this time, passengers on the ship either grouped together for fun or rested in their rooms.
Unless it was mealtime, there were hardly any bystanders wandering the halls.
Having reached the troupe’s storage room for costumes and props, Wendy found several outfits similar to what the deceased had been wearing, according to Li Mumu’s description, and styled a hairdo with some hair wax.
She also picked out a gold wig for Li Mumu, quickly applied some basic makeup, and considered the job done.
It didn’t need to be too detailed, since the memory of the average person wouldn’t accurately recall every stranger that passed by.
There were better ways to stand out and make an impression.
Like posing at the bow of the ship pretending to be Jesus being crucified, for instance.
Once dressed and ready, Wendy put her arms around Li Mumu’s waist, a sleazy smile appearing on her face, “Beautiful lady, I know a great spot, perfect for some privacy.”
Li Mumu coldly refused, “I’m sorry, sir, I already have someone I like.”
From the moment I saw you, I felt we were kindred spirits.”
Then what do you think I’m thinking right now?”
“You’re thinking that my voice is a giveaway.”
Wendy pulled out a ladies’ makeup kit from her pocket, stuffed with all sorts of pills and tablets.
She selected one and swallowed it, then coughed twice and flexed her vocal cords, her voice immediately becoming deep and hoarse.
“How do you even have such odd drugs?”
“It’s a Feigned Death Drug; its real function is to lower body temperature and scent, so one can blend in with a zombie horde undetected.
The voice change is just a side effect.
I used it during our trip to the Ten Thousand People Pit.
You said it tasted like feet.”
“…It isn’t really made from feet, is it?”
The two people hugged each other, pretending to be intimate, and walked around in crowded areas of the restaurant and deck, also not staying too long to avoid leaving a lasting impression.
Seeing that the timing was about right, they quietly went backstage, returned their clothes, and didn’t attract anyone’s attention.
Next, it was time to see if an overly clever detective would take the bait.
Around seven or eight in the evening, as the two were playing chess in their room, they heard a commotion outside.
A crew member knocked on the door and politely apologized before pulling out a photo and asking Li Mumu if she had seen this gentleman.
Li Mumu smiled and shook her head.
Not all passengers were as good-natured as her; after being scolded a few times while knocking on doors, the crew member lost interest and shoved the photo into his pocket before turning away.
It seemed that this matter had simply passed by.
Regardless of whether the victim’s family was willing, in an era without the internet and cameras, nobody would waste energy on a missing person whose whereabouts were unknown.
The alibi that Li Mumu and Wendy had carefully orchestrated was purely for show.
The victim’s family was extremely stable and didn’t even bother to put extra effort or money into searching for someone.
“Anchoring successful!”
The sudden voice in her mind startled Li Mumu, who was dozing off with a book.
She steadied herself and realized that the air in her room had suddenly become damp and cold.
The ceiling was coated with a thin layer of dew, and the walls had become rusty.
She knew the rules of this world; on the night of the full moon, the Real World would devour the Outer Dimension.
But it wasn’t the night of a full moon, and it hadn’t been long since she and Wendy last conducted the Spirit Possession Ceremony—almost two weeks.
When the moon is hidden, the Outer Dimension invades the Real World.
So why am I falling into the Outer Dimension?
Right, I should go find Wendy.
She always wanders out at night, probably she accidentally triggered something, and I got dragged into this mess too.
[Your name is Li Mumu, born on April 4, 1357, in Safo City, West Coast of the Federation.
You are a third-generation Chinese immigrant, with one-sixteenth Italian descent.
You have a complete family and a happy childhood…]
The sudden voice in her mind made Li Mumu pause as she was opening the door.
Have I heard this phrase before?
Last time it was clipping, what’s it this time?
I didn’t do anything, so why do I keep triggering bugs?
Is this world ever going to get better?
The creator must be a college student who can’t even write JAVA, right?
[This is your new identity…]