"Tie paper?"

In the history of China, there are many years of history.

As early as the Tang Dynasty, it appeared.

It originated from funerals and is mostly a funeral thing.

Carriages and horses, houses, boys and girls, boats, mountains of gold and silver, etc., are all within the scope of paper.

In ancient times, the papermaker was also known as the colorsmith.

The industry of papersmiths has never been cut off in the history of China for thousands of years.

Until now, there are still paper-binding craftsmen.

In some remote mountainous areas of rural areas, when funerals are held, some papermakers will be invited to tie some houses, cars, etc., to see off their deceased relatives.

But what Ding Jie didn't expect was that there were paper makers selling on the street at the temple fair.

In front of a stall not far away, there are paper cars, paper horses, paper paste gold and silver mountains, paper boats, paper people...

It's made vividly, dyed in color, as if it's real.

Next to the stall, there is also a signboard.

"Turn paper into reality!"

What a big breath.

How can paper become real?

Can a paper figure become a real person?

Impossible.

At this time, not long after Ding Jie came out of the Maitreya Temple, he was still looking for the whereabouts of the unknown horror.

He always felt that the monks and nuns in Maitreya Temple were not quite right.

The monk and nun who led the way before had a problem, but when they came out of the main hall, not to mention the monks and nuns who led the way, the monks and nuns in the whole temple disappeared.

Walking to the stall selling paper, Ding Jie stopped.

"Uncle, can you sell my little sister paper figure?"

"I'm scared at night, and I want to sleep with my paper sister in my arms. ”

There happened to be a fat child who was only four or five years old, and he staggered to the front of the stall and asked the young man who was tying paper on the stall.

The booth was occupied by a young man, not very old, who seemed to be in his twenties, and he was skillfully tying paper in front of the stall.

The technique is very good, using white bamboo strips, weaving rudiments one by one.

When the prototype is finished, we begin to glue the prepared 'rice paper' to the prototype of the skeleton.

Stick it and wait to dry.

He began to color with a unique dye, and as long as the color was finished, it was really vivid, just like the real thing.

No wonder children are fascinated by it.

"Little friend, I'll give you one. The young man who tied the paper stopped, put down the prototype of the woven 'skeleton', got up in the pile of paper, found a young virgin paper man, and handed it to the fat child.

"Thank you, uncle. The fat boy was overjoyed, and with a little effort, he hugged the paper figure and left.

"Little Tiger. Whoever told you to hold this thing, bad luck. Hurriedly threw it away. A woman dressed luxuriously and fashionably happened to get up from a fortune-telling stall not far away, and when she saw a fat child finding a paper figure from somewhere, she was instantly furious.

Raising his arm, he grabbed the paper figure and fell to the ground and trampled on it.

"I'm going to... Mom, I want it, you compensate me, compensate me, I want a paper sister. ”

"Stinky boy, I think you're crazy, come with me. ”

All the while, the young paper-binding maker was concentrating on his paper-binding work, as if he had not seen anything in the distance.

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"Wait, is my eye glazed, or is there a problem with the paper?"

The paper was bleeding.

When it was trampled on, it bleed.

It's weird.

Is it alive?

At the same time, on the back of the fat child, it seemed that a little girl of young age was lying on her stomach.

waited for Ding Jie to take a closer look, and found that the little girl lying on her stomach was not the paper figure that was trampled on.

Unknown horror?

There is a problem.

The next second.

Ding Jie was about to quickly step forward and block the way of the fat child and the rich woman.

But there were too many people on Temple Street, and they didn't wait for Ding Jie to catch up at all.

The man was gone.

"Could it be a problem? What was it on the fat child's back? Why was it that only I saw it, as if no one else saw it. ”

This year's temple fair is really full of charms.

Is it a temple fair, or a Halloween?

The monks and nuns who had just eliminated the ghost babies and the bells in the Maitreya Temple had just been eliminated, and now there was another papermaker.

A paper-binding craftsman who can pierce the horrors of the unknown.

Spy on him!

Merit points.

Gotta get.

"Sir, how do you sell the paper-making here?"

Walking forward, Ding Jie asked.

There were not a few people in front of the stall, sporadic ones, most of them were looking at the paper, and there was nothing to buy.

After all, if you don't do a funeral, who will buy paper?

"Not for sale. I'll send it, if you like it, choose whatever you like. The young man who tied the paper didn't even raise his head, and replied flatly.

Just give it away and don't sell it?

No need to guess, there must be a problem.

This material alone is all good material.

If you give them all away, won't you die at a loss?

Why did he send it?

There must be a purpose.

Wait, the white bamboo strips seem to be a little wrong.

This bamboo strip is not like bamboo.

The bamboos are all knotted one by one, and even if they are split into strips, they still have very vertical stripes.

But this white bamboo strip has no vertical lines.

The texture is delicate, as if it were white jade.

Bones?

It seems... It's really the same texture as the bones.

In other words, these bamboo strips are made of white bone.

What exactly are the bones of animals?

Human bones?

Or...

It's scary to think about.

"Okay! I'll have all of them. ”

"You pack it for me, and I'll carry it all back. ”

Give it for nothing, then you want it all.

Destroy them all.

Maybe you can even get some merit points.

"I'm sorry. Choose one at most, this is a souvenir, not all sent. The young papermaker suddenly raised his head, took a deep look at Ding Jie, and said indifferently.

"Oh! Then I'll choose this, thank you!" stepped forward, chose an ordinary colored official uniform paper tie man, shouldered it, and Ding Jie left the stall.

You can't do it directly.

First, this is Temple Street, where people come and go, and if he wants to do it here, it will be exposed.

Second, he only suspected that the papermaker was an unknown horror, but there was no evidence.

If you get it wrong, it's not good.

Let's find out first.

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Eleven o'clock in the evening.

The temple fair is coming to an end.

The pilgrims left one after another, and the temple street became a lot empty.

Most of the vendors and some temples are closed, and only a few are still open.

Among them, many police officers in black police uniforms walked in and out of the temple, as if they were busy with something.

"Maitreya Temple, Jokhang Temple, extremely optimistic, three immortals... A total of six bodies were found, with two remaining. Now the cause of death is unknown, and the investigation... Keep investigating. ”

"Team Feng, under the Bodhi tree in Maitreya Temple, three more corpses of monks and nuns were dug up, as well as some unknown paper ashes. ”

"Nine corpses, two corpses... The corpse that was cut in half..."

There are more and more police cars, and the number of police officers is increasing.

It's like you've found something.

One of the police officers who led the team was a woman.

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Sports Park.

Out of Temple Street, Ding Jie came here.

Throw the paper figure on the ground and light the fire.