Zhou Qi grabbed it lightly, and was almost dragged by his strength.

When he raised his head, Jiang Futing had a solemn face, like a piece of cast cold iron.

Without waiting for him to raise his hand, Bai Tang was already extremely sensitive and grabbed out the contents of the drawer before him.

It is a disc-shaped stone, but it is not round, the shape is full of mottled traces, and the gray is mixed with the dark green like moss, and it can be ignored as garbage when you put it in your hand.

The disc was originally carved with gossip and directions, but under the polishing of time, the lines and patterns were basically broken horizontally, leaving only countless intricate broken lines intertwined, as if a stone had been scratched by a knife.

But that doesn't stop what is inside.

The moment Lu Changku saw something, he seemed to remember something, swept by the wind, rushed to him, and stared at the thing in Bai Tang's hand.

Immediately afterward, there was a slight change in the expression on his face, as if something was about to crack.

Lu Changkut was a little excited, opened his mouth, silently but forcefully "ah" twice, and remembered that he couldn't speak, so he was so anxious that he turned around in place.

A small whirlwind appeared out of thin air in front of Zhou Qi's eyes.

Probably he had been frightened many times before, but this time he was a little numb, and his attention completely fell on Bai Tang's palm.

"What is this?" He blurted out.

Bai Tang turned the disc upside down and put it in his pocket: "This thing is a broken stone in your hands, and we are treasures in our hands." Alright, we've accomplished the purpose of our here, so let's not bother. ”

Zhou Qi looked at him inexplicably, just leave?

Bai Tang pulled Jiang Futing over, took two steps back, and drew a clear line: "The purpose of our coming here is different, I didn't expect to catch up with each other, this task is completed, we won't investigate or anything, and staying is also in your way." ”

Zhou Qi could see from his attitude that he was in a hurry to withdraw, and his eyes were more exploratory: "What is that thing?" ”

Bai Tang straightened his back rarely, and made an unfathomable appearance: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed." ”

In one sentence, Zhou Qi's words that he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter were tightly blocked.

He raised his hand and patted Jiang Futing's shoulder, as soon as he raised his foot, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head back and looked at it a little: "You guys go to check the orphanage tomorrow, I suggest you be prepared, don't act alone, check this, and tear their faces almost to the bottom, it's hard to guarantee that they won't jump off the wall in a hurry and do extreme things."

His voice grew deeper and deeper, as if he meant something, but his eyes were calm.

It looks shallow, but it is like a mountain that presses back all Zhou Qi's doubts.

The late night at the end of November has been soaked in the cold, and humans hide themselves tightly like hibernating animals in the harsh winter, and the monsters are all revived, breaking through the prison one by one, trying to take the opportunity to sweep the land, and let themselves have a full meal first

Arrange.

The old lamp on the ceiling seems to be replaced again, and the light is obviously a little dim, and from time to time it makes a sound because of poor contact.

Jiang Futing came to Bai Tang's house very infrequently now, after all, even he himself rarely came, so much so that he forgot when the last time he changed the light bulb.

He leaned loosely on the sofa, leaning next to the armrest, holding his head in one hand, crossing Erlang's legs, enjoying the precious leisure, watching the people on the side tinkering with the discs.

"How many layers of fucking prohibitions are there? Solve one layer and one more layer! This is also greedy. Bai Tang's face was ugly, staring at what was in front of him.

He originally wanted to act vigorously and resolutely and get it in place at one time, but he found that there were too many forbidden spells in it, and he forcibly removed it, and most of this magic weapon was also wasted.

Fifteen minutes have passed since he got home, and he has consumed a lot of brain cells just by dissolving this broken stone.

Lu Changku was afraid that he would be ruined by his excitement, so he hurriedly picked up the pen and wrote: "Don't get excited, I remember that every time my brother makes a puppet, this thing is a must-have, maybe the puppet making and the way to find him are in it."

Bai Tang glanced at the words on the paper and said coldly: "This is what you said!" If it's not really useful after unlocking, then I'll throw you back to the underworld right now and experience all the sins of the eighteen layers. ”

Lu Changku was so frightened that he couldn't hold the pen steadily, and hurriedly erased what he had just written, pretending that nothing had happened.

Jiang Futing's contemplative gaze suddenly fixed on its hand that had erased the evidence.

He hadn't said a few words since he came back, and he could say how long Bai Tang had been tinkering with the disc, and how long he had been sitting in this position.

But the doubts that I think about don't come to me because of my moving gaze.

In fact, this strange doubt had already arisen when Lu Changku's house was at home.

It's just that at that moment he only felt strange, and didn't think deeply about it, until he sat down here, and his mind was like cotton wool, and the thoughts that were flying everywhere were all falling down in an orderly manner and woven into neat twine.

At first, I just wondered why a diary that hadn't appeared before suddenly appeared?

As if it was deliberately left for them to see.

If Lu Changrong really wanted to run away and hide, why did he hang human skins in the cloakroom with great fanfare, why didn't he hide all his traces before leaving, even if it was too late, why didn't he destroy it?

Is the electric baton in the cabinet specifically for the police to leave evidence?

Let the police have to link him and Li Shang together through evidence, so that the police will feel that Li Shang may not only abuse, but even kill people as a puppet, he may have a leg, and he will definitely be investigated very tightly at that time, and he will not let go.

As for this disc, Lu Changkut just said that Lu Changrong basically doesn't leave his body at ordinary times, so why did he happen to stay at such a critical time.

It's like a diary that seems to have been left on purpose.

Jiang Futing's mind once again popped up the thought that had risen before—

—It was Lu Changrong who seemed to be blowing himself up, deliberately exposing his flaws and clues to attract them to investigate.

Obviously, his method is very successful, just like the current Jiang Futing, even if he realizes that this matter may not be so simple, he always feels that there is something lurking.

The clue that can be revealed is too tempting, and it is exactly what they want.

Even if they know that there is a high risk if they go further, they will still be unable to help themselves and jump in without hesitation.

After another ten minutes of silence, Bai Tang, who had been sitting there stiffly in a posture, suddenly deflated, twisted his neck tiredly, and after a few laps, he made several "click" sounds like a rusty robot.

He patted his back shoulder and called unceremoniously: "Senior brother, come and serve your senior brother well, rub your shoulders and beat your back, you can't miss it!"

Jiang Futing: "......"

After a moment of silence, of course, he still bowed to his seniority, moved his ass to his side, and began to massage his shoulder very respectfully.

While pressing, he picked up his professionalism and said, "How do you feel?"

For a moment, Bai Tang felt that the bones in his whole body were crispy.

"Ahh The technique is good! He let out a soft call with satisfaction, and narrowed his peach blossom eyes: "I can't see that my junior brother still has this craft, where do you learn from?"

The corners of Jiang Futing's lips hooked: "I learned it from my mother."

"What?" Bai Tang deliberately raised the volume and exclaimed, "Wow! How did you behave as a son, and you actually let your mother give you a massage! You...... Hiss! Yes! Tap! You're going to murder my brother! ”

Jiang Futing didn't bother to pay attention to him, and directly slapped him on the back, and there was a loud "pop".

Bai Tang covered his back in pain, facing the coffee table head-on, and smashed it face to face.

Jiang Futing watched him perform indifferently.

Lu Changkut really thought something had happened to him, and immediately floated over.

Just when Bai Tang's forehead was really about to have an intimate kiss with the coffee table, he bounced his body back as if he was back in the light, and said to Jiang Futing with a disgusting expression: "You hard-hearted man!"

"Falsely praised." Jiang Futing said without blushing or panting, and brought the topic back to business: "After this forbidden technique is lifted, anyone can use it?"

Bai Tang also restrained his hippie smile: "Sort of, anyone who knows a little bit of cultivation can use it."

He turned over the things in his hand over and over again, and continued: "But it's not that you can use it if you want to, after all, this thing still recognizes the Lord, but after all, he is an ordinary person, come to a high cultivation point, and erase the traces is over."

"Wait." Jiang Futing suddenly said: "After recognizing the Lord, through the connection between this thing and him, you can find out where he is now."

"Yes." Bai Tang nodded, rubbing his fingers against the disc, and turned his head to look at Lu Changku: "When do you usually see him use this thing?" Know yes

Where did the fight come from? ”

Lu Changku's eyebrows were unconsciously wrinkled, as long as he recalled those, his emotions were subconsciously a little impetuous.

He squeezed the pen hard, and the pen he waved was a little dashing because of his spirit, and wrote: "I don't know where it came from!" That is, he uses it as a puppet, and he likes to bewitch people before turning them into dolls, so that they can trust him wholeheartedly, and then ......"

Lu Chang thought about it and thought about it, and the pen suddenly paused, and the memory had confused his clear eyes:

"Deliberately scare them, see them afraid and fearful, expect them to beg for mercy, but those people don't even know why they were captured by him as a target, and they don't even know where to start begging for mercy, so they can only obediently enter the trap he set step by step."

The word trap was used very cleverly, because Jiang Futing had already deeply felt Lu Changrong's desire to control.

Whether it's committing a crime or learning a lesson, even at this point, everything seems to be under his control.

Lu Changrong's desire to control is not the same as his planned life.

It can be said that the starting point is different from the essence.

For example, now they have walked into the trap set by Lu Changrong in advance.

Jiang Futing pondered for a moment, and the pen in Lu Changku's hand did not stop, but just wrote and grinded, slowly swallowing and carefully recalling: "I remember that this thing can directly take out a person's soul without damaging it in the slightest, and protect the corpse from decay."

"Soul Extraction?" Jiang Futing suddenly remembered something, and felt that this style of acting was really similar to the methods of those people in his memory.

He stared at Lu Changku: "How did you hide the ghost qi on your body?"

(End of chapter)