When did this person come to the activity room?

And his strange behavior at the moment makes people have to wonder, will he be the murderer?

Lu Chang withered ······ Is it really innocent?

His mind flashed quickly to his face when he confronted Lu Changku in the afternoon, a strange and indescribable feeling, like a wave, constantly rising and falling in his mouth, and he always felt that this matter was not so simple, and he must have guessed something wrong.

But now the most important thing is to figure out who the person in front of you is and what he is doing.

Maybe it was Jiang Futing's inquisitive gaze, which was really too piercing, like a chilling ice blade hanging above the back of the man's neck.

The man's repeated cutting action was like a machine, and he stopped again, and Jiang Futing immediately realized the details of his negligence, and immediately lost his eyes.

After the last glimmer of light in his dark eyes was extinguished, he looked like a real dead thing.

The staring person didn't turn around immediately this time, he was alone for a long time.

In the silent activity room, there was not even a trace of cutting, only the faint and long breathing of the man, which rippled in circles in the activity room, like a sleeping giant beast hiding in some dark corner.

It was only when he didn't smell the prey that he raised his head, took a step, and began to patrol the territory in the activity room, scanning the past little by little.

At the moment when he left the place, Jiang Futing clearly saw what was placed in front of that person, it was a very broken woman's body!

The woman's limbs were brutally separated, and her broken legs staggered to and from place to place like garbage.

The left hand was cut flat from the shoulder, and the right hand, which had not yet had time to be cut, was half separated, leaving half of it wobbling like a rag on the shoulder.

Jiang Futing struggled to find the only comfortable point from this uncomfortable picture.

That is, there was no blood on this mangled body.

The cut surface of the object also has no human tissue, only grayish plaster and some cotton that adds softness to the contact surface.

It's just an ordinary puppet.

The moment he confirmed the item, he almost subconsciously put down his hanging heart.

But what is the purpose of this person picking the people in the community who are not there, and sneaking in to destroy the puppets?

Is there any personal enmity and resentment with the people in the community, deliberately destroying other people's works?

Before Jiang Futing could come up with an answer, the man had already finished a circle in the activity room and returned to the same place.

The man stared at the messy puppet in front of him that had been destroyed by himself, as if he hadn't had enough of it.

He stretched out his hand and reached for the spatula on the table again, and the moment his fingertips touched the hilt, the crisp and rhythmic footsteps came from the corridor at the end of the corridor outside.

Jiang Futing's heart just fell, it would be like being hung on the knife mountain, his heart suddenly tightened, and his sharp eyes looked at the man who had just picked up the scraper.

It's just that the person obviously doesn't have Jiang Futing's keen hearing, and after he finished destroying the limbs of the puppet, he began to destroy the torso of the puppet again.

The blade slowly cut through the thick skin from the waist of the puppet, and the harsh sound of sawing and grinding sounded again.

I don't know if it's Jiang Futing's illusion, at the moment when the person fell from the knife, he seemed to feel a trace of pain that was difficult to hide from the puppet's open eyes.

It seems that what is cut at this moment is not an ordinary puppet, it is really a living person.

The sound of footsteps outside also began to become clearer as the distance approached.

This will be the person in front of him, and he can hear it clearly.

He immediately carefully put down the scraper in his hand, and looked left and right as a thief, looking for a place to hide.

Jiang Futing's heart had already become a string ready to go, and the soles of his feet began to secretly exert force, in case of sudden accidents, he could respond at any time.

And the person in front of him began to rush because he couldn't find a suitable hiding place in a short time.

The steady footsteps are like beating a drum, one at a time, one at a time, accurately and accurately in the most vulnerable place of each person, without a trace of the person's heart to shatter, pulling out the calm shadow slowly approaching the window of the activity room.

Jiang Futing took advantage of the panic in front of him to find a place to hide, and followed him silently, quickly tossing and turning in several directions.

Finally, finding the dead spot of the debris, he put himself next to the scrapped failed products and burrowed into a layer of dusty scrap.

At the moment when he was hiding, the panicked man stumbled and accidentally opened another door in the activity room.

The dust came to his nose like sand, rushed into his mouth, and his throat immediately felt like a swarm of ants, Jiang Futing immediately covered his mouth and nose, resisting the urge to cough.

The moment Lu Changku's deep gaze poked into the window, the man stepped into the crack of the door, slid in like a snake, and carefully covered the door back.

"Click! Click! ”

The slow footsteps hit the ground like a bamboo pole, and the echo of the knock continued to spread in the corridor.

From this regular and unique footsteps, Jiang Futing faintly judged who the person might be.

But since he left, why did he turn back for no reason?

Did the thing fall in the activity room, or did you notice that the activity room was wrong, and the departure just now was just a deliberate trick to trick people out, and now you are coming back to catch turtles in the urn.

In this situation, even if he had already guessed who was coming, his tense heart still couldn't be easily relaxed.

No one can know what Lu Changku's thoughts are, whether he is the murderer or not?

And now there is another unknown person hiding in the storage room of the activity room.

In such a situation where the situation is unclear and the risks cannot be predicted, no matter how much Jiang Futing's mentality has been tempered, it seems a little difficult.

"Click!"

The door to the activity room was suddenly opened, and the visitor barely concealed that someone was coming.

Lu Changku was like a cunning hunting veteran, the moment he pushed the door open, the corners of his mouth hooked up a strategic smile.

He was against the light at the moment, and the shadow on the ground was pulled into the activity room, and the shadow was oblique and long, almost splitting the entire activity room.

He stepped forward and walked inside, filled with menacing excitement, like a raging fire, and the beautiful dolls around him were obviously indifferent, but they could clearly feel their fear.

The aura of self-confidence and arrogance that was previously constricted was almost completely gone.

Even the beautiful facial features that have not changed, when I look at it now, I always feel that something is missing, and it is a little overshadowed.

"Smack." When Lu Changku entered the door, he simply pressed the switch on the wall.

The dark activity room was suddenly lit by the lights, as if it were day.

Jiang Futing was stabbed by the sudden light, and his eyes subconsciously narrowed.

Because it was covered with a layer of cloth, he quickly adapted to the brightness, and began to observe the action of landing Chang Kuan through the phantom shadow reflected in the cloth.

Almost unsurprisingly, the vague shadow paused for a moment in the doorway and walked in the direction of the destroyed puppet.

The slow footsteps seemed to hold back anger, judging from the voice, it was obvious that it was not as light as just now, and turned a little dull.

It seems that the person who behaved strangely just now was destroying his work.

The light smile on Lu Changku's face gradually became cold, he slowly squatted down, and picked up the stump on the ground very gently, with pity unintentionally revealed in his eyes, as if what he was holding at the moment was not just ordinary parts, but his bones.

He carefully pieced together the stump, his fingers clenched into fists, and the kindness on his face was gone.

"Let me see······ Which little mouse is so bold that he dares to come to the puppet club to steal fish. ”

He spoke slowly, and his soft words seemed to be talking to himself, but the people in the activity room knew in their hearts that they were talking to them!

Lu Changku's palm used a little more force, and the joints between his fingers were pressed by him like firecrackers, and there was a "clattering" sound.

After releasing the warning words to the prey hiding in the shadows, he opened his legs without hesitation and began to catch the 'rats' for real.

At that time, he was busy with the affairs of the club, and when he left, he did not notice any clues.

But as it happens, this complex is in the last row of all the complexes, and beyond that there is a road with a garden on the side.

Even if you go a little farther and look up slightly towards the complex, you can see the windows and corridors on the relatively high floors that are not blocked by trees.

Not to mention that Lu Changku's natural eyesight is very good, as long as a few abnormal shadows flash by the window, he can catch them foolproof.

The flickering shadow was the man who was idle and wandering around the activity room, and Lu Changku casually picked up the used scraper on the table.

The wooden handle was polished to a very smooth surface, and the surface was covered with a layer of wax, and when he touched it, he could feel the residual warmth of the previous person.

As he walked slowly, the blade made a long mark on the wooden table, and then followed the corner all the way to the wall.

"W-w-"

He continued to follow his steps, all the way down, and the wall skin was cut by metal with a sharp and piercing grinding sound.

The sound goes on and on for a moment, like something is on top of your head, slicing your scalp apart little by little.

But the only thing that answered him was the silence around him.

He was not in a hurry at all, but imagined his prey panicking and trembling.

When he hunts, he tortures the prey a little bit, and likes to watch the prey collapse, kneel down and beg for mercy, and is helpless in the face of him.

This sense of accomplishment and satisfaction is not something that can be obtained by studying hard in school and getting the first place and scholarship.

The piercing grinding sound was getting closer and closer to the corner of the wall next to Jiang Futing.

Jiang Futing's heels were tensed hard, like a wound arrow, aiming ahead, waiting for the moment when the enemy sneaked attacked, and went head-on.

Slowly, Lu Changkut walked to the dead end of the ashes.

It's full of waste and failings, and it's more like a graveyard of dolls than the beautiful dolls in the activity room.

But because it will be a waste of resources to throw it away, it can only be piled up here temporarily, and over time, more and more are piled up, and no one cares about these things, and this dead end has become a place to pile up debris.

Lu Changku, with an understatement, swept in front of the dirty remnants.

Jiang Futing's back was tensed to the extreme, and he calmly composed, intertwining with the other party's gaze through the translucent texture of the fabric.

Lu Changkut held the scraper in his hand, his eyes and footsteps were like Ling Chi's horn, and he was tight step by step.

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