Walking along the collapsed wall through the courtyard, Yuan Xiaolin and I followed Song Mingyi to climb up the wall. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing on the wall and looking at the courtyard and the Song family, the connected top view appeared in front of me.

No wonder the person dressed as Song Mingyi knows everything, it turns out that the other party has been living in this courtyard.

I think this person must be monitoring the Song family through the other courtyard.

Otherwise, he would not know everything that happened to the Song family.

Now there is a question, is the place where the three passages lead to really the Song family's room?

I put forward my idea, and Song Mingyi jumped off the wall, re-entered the tunnel, and returned to the car to thoroughly inspect the three separate passages.

The three passages really lead to the respective rooms of Song Tielang, Song Mingyi, and Song Mingshu.

To our surprise, the ground floor was built exactly like the three of them's respective rooms, as if the underground rooms were modeled after the ones upstairs.

How long does it take to replicate the upstairs to the downstairs?

In this era, it's not like playing with a computer, just click and paste and copy.

What is the purpose of this man doing these things so deliberately?

When we pushed Song Mingyi's room open, something strange happened.

In Song Mingyi's room, there is a delicately sewn rag doll.

As soon as we entered, the ragdoll stood up from the table.

Song Mingyi walks, and it also walks.

Song Mingyi stopped, and it also stopped.

Its every move is a copy of Song Mingyi, as if it was made to imitate Song Mingyi.

Song Mingyi was very annoyed, and pulled out his sword and stabbed at the rag doll. The rag doll also drew her sword and stabbed at Song Mingyi.

Just when the swords of the adults and the villains were about to collide together.

I immediately stepped forward to stop, "Wait a minute. Symbiosis of people, the other party can be a person exactly like you and put it here, and it will do whatever you do, if you destroy it. Aren't you afraid that it will hurt you? ”

Song Mingyi hurriedly put away the sword, and the rag doll also put away the sword.

The symbiosis of people is a very powerful witchcraft that is said to be the ethnic minorities in the southwest of Miaojiang and Xiangxi.

If it is transmitted to modern times, it will be possible to award it to the inheritors of intangible cultural heritage.

I'm thinking too much.

Song Mingyi didn't believe in evil, reversed the blade of the sword, and slashed his fingers, and blood flowed out. The doll did the same, the cotton cloth was cut by the bamboo sword, and the rice bran that filled the doll flowed out of its fingers.

The ragdoll slowly lay down on the table like a deflated ball, no longer moving.

I quickly stepped forward to pick up the rag doll and tore the cloth inside.

There is a handful of hair in the body of the rag doll, and the hair is tied with a red rope, and there is a string of incomprehensible words written on the rope, which should be Miao Jiang Gu or something.

What I said in my heart was indeed Miao Jiang's witchcraft.

"This should be your hair." I spread out my hand, and a handful of hair was distributed in the palm of my hand to show Song Mingyi.

"The hair has your DNA in it, and this witchcraft is supposed to infect your DNA with some kind of virus to make them have some kind of connection. It could be that you ate something special, or maybe the other person got your blood. ”

Using science to explain something strange and chaotic can only be serious nonsense.

If Ah Shui, a single-celled straight male cancer science man, is here, a serious nonsense is even more unreliable.

Thinking of my Ah Shui, my thoughts flew to the horizon again.

Where the hell did this bastard go? It's been so long since the Su Mengyin incident, won't it be discouraged?

As a man, what is the strength of a woman? With such a small belly, how can you do big things.

When his thoughts came back, Song Mingyi didn't understand what I was saying at all. Yes, explaining scientific principles to the ancients is tantamount to playing the harp to a cow, this is ancient.

If I travel to the Otherworldly Continent or something, maybe some people will understand the nonsense.

Song Mingyi took the hair in my hand and rubbed it carefully in my hand.

"Why do you want to put such a rag doll here?" Yuan Xiaolin reached out and took the rag doll in my hand, and looked through it carefully, worried that suddenly another embroidery needle would pop up.

After rummaging for a long time, she didn't find anything, Yuan Xiaolin put the limp rag doll on the table, "It's really boring, this murderer is really boring." ”

"Why do you say that?" I asked her.

"Isn't it? If you want to kill Song Mingyi and stab the rag doll to death with a dagger, won't Song Mingyi die? Or pinching his dog's head, just twisting it like this, won't the world be peaceful? ”

Yuan Xiaolin held the rag doll in her hand, pinched her body with her left hand, pinched her head with her right hand, and twisted it like that. The ragdoll's head twisted off.

But it's cruel, isn't Hades responsible for the soul of the rag doll?

Yuan Xiaolin said very reasonably, on the other hand, if the other party is not aiming to kill Song Mingyi, then what is the purpose?

I thought about it and said, "Maybe it's using the rag doll as a standard to monitor Song Mingyi's every move." ”

As soon as the words came out, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration. That's right, this is it.

This is the reason why the other party can know all the things about Song Mingyi.

The murderer built the basement exactly like the Song family, and then created a rag doll that coexisted with Song Mingyi's personality, so that he could know his every move.

Why do you want to monitor Song Mingyi's every move? Do you like him?

What a perverted surveillance freak, I said to myself.

Yuan Xiaolin denied my idea, "Maybe the murderer made one for everyone in their Song family, and when they can't sleep at night, they can sleep with their arms." ”

"It's such a scary thing, I can't sleep even more when I hold it around." I said angrily.

"Maybe it's just a prank, there are too many ghosts in our underworld who like this kind of prank."

"Don't take the affairs of the underworld here."

I ignored Yuan Xiaolin, but I focused on one of her proposals in my heart, maybe it was really one for everyone in their family.

"Song Mingyi, have you ever failed any girl?" I asked, if it weren't for emotional sniping, it wouldn't have made such a big fuss.

Song Mingyi shook his head solemnly, he never wasted time on the relationship between children and daughters.

"Does this mean that you have abandoned the girl, or have you never been nice to the girl?"

Song Mingyi snorted, "What do you think?" ”

Yuan Xiaolin laughed, "It must be that I haven't even held the girl's hand." Just look at his bachelor's expression. ”

I haven't been in love since I've grown up, and I've never signed a woman's hand, so I'm always a serious face, and I'll definitely bounce away a lot of good girls.

Thinking of this, I also covered my mouth. The Single Dog is the most powerful emotional nuke in the world, always taking 10,000 damage from critical hits.

Yuan Xiaolin and I laughed uncontrollably.

"Since it's not you, it must be Song Mingshu."

Song Mingyi's head was full of black lines, "Mingshu has never had contact with a woman. ”

Your Song family won't be a single dog, the whole kennel.

"That's your dad, if your dad doesn't have one, it's hard for me to imagine where you and Song Mingshu came from? It can't just come out of a stone, right? ”

Song Mingyi was obviously a little angry, his face turned blue, and he said angrily: "You are not allowed to insult my mother." ”

With a wave of my arm and a slap of the hand, I was knocked out of the room.

Wow spat out a mouthful of blood.

Your sister, Lao Tzu is talking about your father, not your mother.