The pungent smell of burning, the cold air, the sky shrouded in blood.

The dead trees, their withered and twisted branches stretched out weakly, as if someone had once hung on them.

At the foot of Kitagawa Temple is a pale yellow loose lump of dry and cracked earth, and not far in front of him is a blackened doll-making workshop.

There is nothing around this space, about one or two thousand square meters, and nothing else can be seen.

Everything around seemed to be obscured by the brutal blood-colored sky that rolled.

"This resentful spirit has such special abilities." Kitagawa Temple didn't rush into the puppet making workshop with a hammer, he probed around, and probably figured out the surrounding environment before muttering to himself.

There are no wonders about the size of the world.

The resentful spirits hidden in this puppet's abandoned factory not only possess a certain amount of intelligence, but also can create such a space.

But Beichuan Temple also knew that this resentful spirit would definitely not be particularly strong in combat.

If his combat ability was strong, he wouldn't pretend to be a ghost like that in front, and just come out to trouble Beichuan Temple.

After searching around to no avail, Kitagawa Temple no longer hesitated and walked to the gate of the factory workshop.

Unlike the blood-colored sky outside, this workshop seemed to be able to swallow all the light, and it was pitch black inside, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Kitagawa Temple took out the flashlight again, and after lighting it, it began to sweep the surrounding environment.

The doll-making workshop is connected to the other one in front of it, surrounded by complete machines that are polished to a sparkling sheen.

On the other side of the machine, there are many half-assembled figures.

It's as if there are still people working tirelessly on this factory floor.

Wait a minute... Assemble a doll?

There are still polishing tools on the workbench where the dolls were assembled.

But in addition to those, there seems to be a paper document left.

Kitagawa Temple walked over and picked it up.

This is a dilapidated economic financial report at that time, and there are still unwilling bloody handprints on the financial report.

As soon as he saw the title on this financial report, Beichuan Temple couldn't help but have his eyes flash, and he muttered to himself: "I see. ”

Indeed, if this happens, it is inevitable that the Miki Doll Factory will close down even if it is not set on fire.

The speculation in Kitagawa Temple's heart is becoming more and more verified.

But he didn't seem to find out.

On this workbench -

The puppets lying quietly on the ceiling of the entire production workshop seem to have a faint movement.

First the wrist twisted, then the neck shook, and the tightly closed eyelids seemed to be raised.

And then—

The cold dead air lingered around the blue flames, and attached to the puppets, burning even more violently as if they had met gasoline.

But strangely, although the blue flames are burning, there are no burn marks on the surface of the doll.

But even so, the shrill and miserable cry of a child tore through the dead silence of the workshop.

"A combination between standing fire and dead air." Kitagawa Temple blinked and withdrew his palm.

The fire is a soul-fueled flame in the shrine, and the dead air will gradually erode and cling to the resentful spirits hidden in the puppets.

"But apart from these—" Beichuan Temple's eyes froze, and the sledgehammer in his hand flipped over and aimed at the air in front of him and smashed it with all his might!

"Roaring !!!"

A strange and strange cry came from the air, and Kitagawa Temple bent the wooden hammer handle to the limit as if it had hit something.

Subsequently—

The feeling of hitting something disappeared, and under the eyes of Beichuan Temple, a transparent figure exuding pitch-black resentment ran towards another workshop.

Half of his body seemed to have been deformed by the Beichuan Temple, but the speed was still very fast.

As if sensing the gaze of Beichuan Temple, this distorted figure accelerated and disappeared directly into the next workshop.

Kitagawa Temple snorted coldly, and like a butcher's executioner, he began to use the standing fire to burn everything around him.

For a while, the ghosts cried and the wolves howled, and countless primary-level and low-level resentful spirits were contaminated by the standing fire, and the spirits were burned to disappear and shatter.

The sledgehammer in his hand fell bloody and cruelly, smashing countless puppet spirits that had fallen and not yet died.

When he got to the back, the puppet spirits saw him, and they fled in all directions like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Run, run, I'll see where you can go." Kitagawa Temple licked his lips, his face was refreshed, and a grim smile seemed to be evoked on his expressionless face.

He scouted the neighborhood in advance because he thought it was going to happen.

This space is only about one or two thousand square meters, and the puppets can't go anywhere no matter how much they run.

And these resentful spirits don't know how many people have been killed by hiding here, and if he is caught this time, he must be knocked to the point that there are no spirits left.

Nishikujo was pitifully lying on the neckline of Kitagawa Temple, and he also appropriately showed an evil and cold smile.

This big and small are like the most terrifying resentful spirits, with the blood of Sensen, walking towards the next workshop step by step-

At the waist of Kitagawa Temple, the Kagura bell is still tinkling, and I don't know if it is to remind the resentful spirits that there are resentful spirits around Kitagawa Temple, or to remind the resentful spirits that there is Kitagawa Temple around...

......

Kitagawa Temple burned all the previous workshops with a standing fire, and it was almost time to come to the next puppet-making workshop.

The puppet workshop doesn't seem to be responsible for producing the puppet parts, but rather the puppet parts are sorted into separate places.

The smooth legs connected by the ball-like joints, the heads of the dolls in plastic bags...

The cruel side like a slaughterhouse did not arouse half of Kitagawa Temple's thoughts.

He carried a sledgehammer and smashed a doll that suddenly jumped up from behind him to pieces.

The action is tyrannical and bloody.

Then, without saying a word, he raised his hand and set it on fire, and then sprinkled a handful of dead air at the dolls hanging from the ceiling to stop the fire.

For a while, it was another ghost crying wolf.

He also caught some of the puppet wraiths hiding in the corner trying to escape the workshop, and all of them had their heads shattered.

Beichuan Temple didn't care about the resentful spirits who ran to the next workshop, just muttered coldly:

"Yes, run, I'll see where you can go."

You'll all have to answer for it all today.

As soon as he raised his hand, the hammer smashed half of the venomous expression of a puppet like a dagger.

When there was no longer anything unusual around and the Kagura bell did not ring again, Kitagawa Temple took a look at the sledgehammer.

Through the corrosion of dead air, part of the iron sledgehammer has been eroded into molten iron, and some of the remaining places have also been rusted.

But...

"There's another one here, which is convenient for me."

In the corner, Beichuan Temple saw a hammer that was exactly the same as the one in his hand, and he threw down the defective product and pinched the hammer into his hand.

It's not that he doesn't use conjugation.

Instead, it takes much more dead air to use Kanedai than for a hammer, and Kitagawa Temple uses Kanedai while setting fire, which is a bit unbearable.

After all, he didn't know what else the factory owner resentful spirit would do next, and it was not wrong to leave some dead air to guarantee the bottom.

He dragged a sledgehammer over the workshop to a wall in front of him.

This is a free-standing wall, not used to support the workshop.

The wall stands alone in this place, and you can see that it is full of people's names.

This may be the so-called name wall.

Some of the people's names were blackened and distorted, and there was a resentment on the entire wall.

What kind of name wall is this, it is very weird.

"It's not shallow."

Beichuan Temple muttered to himself, and without saying a word, raising his hand was a hammer and smashing it on the wall of leaving a name!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Bang Bang –

This entire wall was directly smashed open and smashed down by Beichuan Temple.

Since then, there has been no more talk of the Miki Doll Factory leaving a name wall.

"The next place."

Beichuan Temple is like a strange sweeper, kicking open the iron door of the next production workshop, and the flashlight is hit inward.

It's still a dark scene.

Lying on the ceiling are densely packed with dolls, and when they see Kitagawa Temple, they are like ghosts, like living creatures rushing towards the next workshop.

Are these ghosts scared when they see themselves?

Kitagawa Temple shook his head.

This time, if it doesn't become a strange story, it will become a strange talk.

Seeing them fleeing, Kitagawa Temple was not in a hurry, just dragged a sledgehammer behind them, and from time to time relied on Kagura Bell and Nishikujo's pitiful hints to drag out some puppet resentful spirits who were hiding in the dark and preparing to pass the trick and smash them.

From their instinctive resentful expressions towards the living, Kitagawa Temple clearly found a trace of panic.

"What's going on?"

Beichuan Temple frowned slightly.

These puppet resentful spirits seem to have a trace of intelligence, and they will also have this kind of humanized expression.

If all this was done by the doll factory owner, then it has to be said that he did research the puppet that houses the soul.

Although the lodgers are all resentful spirits.

But the other party still succeeded.

Kitagawa Temple shook his head, threw these distractions out of his mind, and slowly walked to the next puppet factory workshop.

The same scenery, huddled together, full of fearful puppet ghosts.

"Huh?"

These puppet wraiths are a little strange this time.

Although they saw Kitagawa Temple, they didn't run away, and they all crowded into the exit, as if there was something in the next workshop that scared them.

These wraiths would rather die than run into the next workshop... Could it be that there is something strange in the next workshop? ...

At the foot of Beichuan Temple, his eyes passed over these 'poor' dolls, and the vertical light of the flashlight in his hand went down to the workshop.

The vertical light was swallowed up by the darkness, and it could not be illuminated at all.

Kitagawa Temple took a deep breath, and the dead air and the standing fire broke out in full force, wrapping all the dolls and burning them.

A terrible cry was heard, and the dolls fell to the ground in pain, wriggling and twisting.

The standing fire that can scorch their original souls is undoubtedly the most restrained thing about them.

If there is no fire, I don't know how long it will take to let Beichuan Temple smash it one by one.

Kitagawaji's gaze was as cold as a butcher's, and he didn't look at the wailing puppet on the ground, and raised his foot to step into the last workshop.

In this, there may be the answer to his trip.

As soon as I walked into the workshop, a strong fishy smell came to my nose.

The stench of rotting corpses mixed with the pungent smell of blood.

This workshop is different from others.

There are lights in this workshop.

The scarlet dim light sprinkled everywhere, as if it had covered everything with a layer of blood.

But Kitagawa Temple didn't understand it.

He called his flashlight just now, and there shouldn't be any light in it—

Kitagawa Temple turned off the flashlight and looked around.

Not far from him, three male corpses hung from here.

Kitagawa Temple subconsciously walked over.

The corpses were hung from chains on all fours, and each had a look of pain and fear on their faces.

And no wonder this is the case.

The abdominal cavity of the first corpse was opened, and all the internal organs were removed and replaced with beautifully crafted puppet organs.

At the foot of the first corpse sat a rusty iron bucket, purple and yellowed organs floating on the disgusting pus of flies, and a foul stench greeted the face.

On one side of the corpse hung an analysis sheet resembling a medical record.

The dense words on it made Beichuan Temple frown.

The above record is very simple, just some about the health of the puppet organs.

But...

Can the puppet's organs really work?

Kitagawa Temple glanced at the corpse in silence.

Then he looked down.

The second corpse had its backbone removed and replaced with a handmade, extraordinarily fine spinal spine.

The head of the third corpse was dug up, and the original brain was replaced with a puppet brain made of white flowers.

Similarly, next to the two bodies hung a medical record.

But there is no doubt that people die when their organs are removed, people die when their backbones are removed, and people who have their brains gouged out also die, and these bloodstained records have not been written for a few pages.

And the handwriting on it is dense and scribbled, and it can be seen that the author is not far from a nervous breakdown.

"But it's no wonder that the other party has a nervous breakdown." Kitagawa Temple narrowed his eyes.

The identity of the person who wrote these words speaks for itself.

Miki doll factory manager.

Let's revisit it.

In 1997, three people disappeared from the Miki Doll Factory at once, and all of them disappeared inside the factory, and the suspect must start an investigation from within the factory.

And as the owner of the Miki puppet factory, the factory owner must be at the forefront of the suspect investigation.

Now it seems that the puppeteer who was able to make such a beautiful puppet product, and had such a superb production technique, must have been the owner of the Miki puppet factory.

It's a pity that the police haven't organized an investigation yet-

"A fire has already burned everything ... Everything was sealed in the dust of history, and the Miki Doll Factory was shut down... No, it should have been blocked a long time ago. Beichuan Temple looked at the distorted transparent figure behind him, and his voice was faint:

"Did you say? Miki doll factory owner? No, it should be said - corpse puppets. ”