Back at home, Yang Shu put the file bag containing the bone flute on the coffee table, and sat deeply on the sofa, closing his eyes and thinking.

If he guesses correctly, the masked man will look for an opportunity to admire his "work", and when he discovers that one of the bone flutes has been taken from the archives, he should come to the door, just wait for the rabbit.

After spending a few hours, Poplar looked up the superpower list in the ability grocery store and the Federation's database, and speculated that the masked man's abilities could be as follows:

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(1) Dao art side: Dao Heart Cultivation Demon Dafa, which can leave spiritual power seeds in the hearts of others to manipulate others.

(2) Magic side: Spiritual domination, using strong mental power to occupy other people's bodies.

(3) Science and technology side: Mind controller, the Federation's classified weapon development project, which can modify brain waves.

(4) Gods and ghosts: humanoid monsters such as painted skins and life demons.

(5) Ability side: Some kind of ability. ”

There are a lot of abilities that qualify, and after thinking about it, Poplar left with the three most likely abilities

[Soul Parasitism]: You can parasitize in other people's soul space to control their actions.

[Faceless Thousand Faces]: You can perfectly disguise yourself as someone else, or even temporarily replace someone else's existence, but at the price, you will lose your own face.

[Fanatical infection]: You can transmit your emotions to others, or you can amplify the emotions of others to the point of fanaticism, you are the Black Death of emotions.

Time, tick, tick, passed, and the midnight bell rang, and along with the bell, there was the poplar's mobile phone ringing.

Press the ON button.

"I'm Poplar. ”

"Poplar, can you come to my house, I'······ I've met something terrible······" He Yue's voice kept trembling, with a crying tone.

"I'm coming. ”

Yang Shu hung up the phone, and without hesitation, rushed out of the apartment, got on his bicycle and rushed in the direction of He Yue's house.

Probably due to the fact that he has seen too many bloody and cruel cases recently, after receiving the call, Yang Shu has an ominous premonition circling in his heart, lingering.

Eight minutes later, Yang Shu appeared downstairs at He Yue's house and took the elevator.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived, and out came a man, his hair dyed gray, holding a half-cigarette, and humming a small tune.

When the elevator door closed, Poplar noticed that the man's fingers were stained with blood.

The elevator went up to the 24th floor, the floor where He Yue's house was located.

"Knock knock. Poplar knocked on the door and said, "It's me, Poplar." ”

The door slowly opened a crack, and a small head stretched out to look, it was He Yue. Seeing that it was a poplar, she pushed open the door, threw herself into the poplar's arms and cried.

"What's going on?" asked Poplar.

He Yue didn't answer, she cried vigorously, and it took a few minutes before she gradually calmed down.

She took the poplar tree to her bedroom.

The bedroom was a little messy, with scattered clothes and stuffed animals everywhere, and the color tone was pink, which was very much in line with Poplar's expectations for a girl's bedroom.

Except, cracked glass, and hideous scarlet letters on the window glass - "I want to play a game with you, the name of the game is called, death".

Behind the word death, a large gray rabbit is nailed to the glass and disemboweled.

Poplar stepped forward and touched it, and found that the blood words were written on the inside of the glass.

"My parents weren't home tonight, and I was a little scared when I went to bed at night, so I took Cinderella to sleep under the covers······ In the middle of the night, Cinderella was gone, I didn't care, I just got up and went to the toilet and saw this·······" He Yue still cried when she spoke, snorting from time to time.

Cinderella is the big gray rabbit.

After searching He Yue's house, Yang Shu found a bloody kitchen knife, a bloodstained paint box, and a paintbrush with dried blood clots.

"Poplar, can you help me clean up Cinderella's body?" Just as Poplar was wearing gloves to check the fingerprints on the kitchen knife, He Yue carefully pulled the corner of Poplar's clothes and whispered.

Yang Shu put down the kitchen knife in his hand, returned to He Yue's bedroom, and removed Cinderella's body from the glass.

The rabbit carcass was held in place with a utility knife, and when Poplar pulled it out, the glass shattered and splattered to the ground.

He Yue took out a wooden box, opened it, and solemnly put the corpse of the gray rabbit into it, and sprinkled some flower petals and greens.

Poplar was keenly aware that the wooden box was engraved with the words "For my favorite 10-year-old Xiao Yueyue." - Xiao Yueyue's favorite mother"

After packing up the wooden box, He Yue sat aside and sobbed softly, talking intermittently.

"Cinderella was a birthday present from my mom······ She had leukemia and all her hair was falling out······ My 10th birthday wish was that I didn't want to play alone all the time, so my mom gave me Cinderella······ A week later she ······"

As time passed, the voices and cries faded into a dead silence, save for the barking of dogs outside the window.

Yang Shu didn't know how to comfort He Yue, opened his mouth, closed it again, stood up, and had to find a broom to clean up the glass shards scattered on the ground.

A shard of glass fell under the desk, and he leaned over to pick it up, looking up under the desk.

A screw in the corner at the bottom of the table flashed with an eerie red glow.

"He Yue, do you have a camera in your bedroom?" he asked.

"No, no, what's wrong?" He Yue raised her head and wiped her face.

"Look here. Exiting from under the table, Poplar said to He Yue.

He Yue looked at it, and immediately retracted like an electric shock, and her originally calmed mood was filled with panic again, she couldn't help hugging Yang Shu's arm, her pretty face was pale, and her body trembled.

"Someone······ Someone's spying on me?"

Poplar shook his head, found a screwdriver to remove the screws, and a pinhole camera appeared in front of the two.

"This camera should have captured Cinderella's killer, why don't you take a look?" asked Poplar tentatively.

He Yue nodded.

Poplar rudely disassembled the pinhole camera, took out a memory card, inserted it into the computer, and opened the video information stored in it.

He and He Yue stared intently at the computer screen.

At the beginning of the video, it was a long pitch black, and the poplar turned up the playback speed, and at 1 hour 06 minutes and 18 seconds, a miserable white Marquardt mask suddenly appeared on the screen, and He Yue was so frightened that she lost her face and screamed.

Poplar's expression also changed, and he immediately adjusted the speed back to double the speed.

“Surprise.” Along with the mask, there was a low, magnetic voice, which was already heard for the second time for the poplar.

"1.618, 1 hour, 6 minutes, 18 seconds, what a beautiful number, what a beautiful world!, right?" The masked man's voice rises and falls, as if reciting a lyric poem overflowing with love-hate entanglement.

"My dear little girl, I love you, and allow me to appreciate your beauty. ”

"I don't know your name, I don't know who you are, but we fell in love with each other. What? You say you're not in love with me? I promise, you're going to be in love with me. ”

As he spoke, the mask man's tone was constantly changing, intoxicated, passionate, witty, and conceited, but there was always only a static mask on the video, without even the slightest shaking, and the huge contrast created a sense of absurdity.

He Yue hugged Yang Shu tightly, and Yang Shu stared at the screen as if he wanted to see through the mask.

"What a wonderful thing, my little girl, allow me to admire your beauty, and in order to embody your beauty, I would like to invite you to play a game. ”

"I want to ask you to play a game. This sentence seemed to be spoken by many voices at the same time, and the tone was extremely strange and hideous.

He Yue cried again, but tried her best to keep her voice down, the shaking of her body intensified, and Yang Shu felt a wetness on her shoulders.

Then, the video fell into a long dead silence.

At 6:18, the video lit up again, and it had pointed straight to He Yue's bedroom, the time was midnight, He Yue was sleeping peacefully, in front of the table was a person's calf, wearing white silk pants, extremely thin.

The man moved to He Yue's bedside and leaned down, the white mask close to He Yue's face.

"Good night. He said.

Then, the man helped He Yue tuck the quilt and move out of the camera's field of vision.

He Yue's expression stabilized inexplicably, no longer crying, no longer trembling, and her expression was as peaceful as the sleeping face in the video.

And the poplar's expression became more and more solemn.