What is the secret of this rag doll, and why did Liu Fengshui use such methods against him?

Ye Zhihan's fists clenched tightly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info somehow, on this cold day, there was a dense layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

Could it be that he was frightened by the state of the rag doll! Ye Zhihan secretly complained, then raised his arm and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his cuffs.

Although he is just a rag doll, he is bound by a red thread and pierced by a needle in his eyebrows, which is too lacking in morality, right?

Originally, he had an opinion on the dead fat man Liu Fengshui, but it was not pleasing to the eye. Now that he refuses to let go of even a rag doll, he has even more opinions about him in his heart.

After thinking about it, Ye Zhihan's hand fell on the lid of the glass coffin. He glanced at the rag doll inside the coffin again. Then he stretched out his other hand and very carefully lifted the lid of the glass coffin.

This coffin lid looks like it's made of glass. In his hand, Ye Zhihan knew that it was a plastic product.

This lid didn't weigh much, Ye Zhihan picked it up with both hands, moved his feet slightly, and stood this lid next to the glass coffin, on the wall of the room.

When he put the lid on the wall, he slowly turned around again. looked at the rag doll imprisoned in a glass coffin.

Although the rag doll was wearing a suit, the white bow tie around his neck was attached to a layer of black and black, and his face did not look very clean. Ye Zhihan poked his head into the mouth of the coffin, and met the big eyes of the rag doll at a glance. Then he felt something terrible about those eyes, as if they were asking him for help, and his heart trembled.

I don't know if it was out of curiosity or if he felt pity for the doll. Obviously it was just a rag doll, but the trance of the rag doll made Ye Zhihan's heart jump violently again.

Ye Zhihan pressed one hand on the edge of the glass coffin, and then pressed his chest with the other.

The hand that was on the edge of the glass coffin trembled slightly, and began to move towards the coffin, whether this rag doll was just a rag doll or a living object?

He put his hand in, and with a movement of his index finger and thumb, he pinched the needle.

He pressed gently, maybe the needle was a little deep, and he couldn't pull the needle out of the baby's eyebrows. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly lifted the hand that was pressed against his chest and reached into the coffin.

The size of the rag doll was not large, Ye Zhihan reached in with his other hand, grabbed the shoulder of the rag doll, and directly took the rag doll out of the coffin.

Holding the doll in front of him, the hand holding the needle pulled the long needle out of the center of the doll's eyebrows.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but when the needle came out of the center of the rag doll's eyebrows, he actually felt that his eyebrows were also hurting. Then in a trance, he seemed to see blood spilling from the center of the rag doll's eyebrows.

His hand shook violently, and the needle fell from his hand to the ground, and then he didn't know what was wrong with him, and his thumb pressed down on the center of the brow that was spilling blood.

(To be continued.) )