Jiang Futing did not use his strength for a long time, for fear that Lu Changkut or Lu Changrong would hide in the shadows, but even now, he didn't see half of them coming out.

They really weren't in this place, so why was Gao Xue suddenly controlled to run towards this place?

Jiang Futing thought that his face was strange, could the puppet still be controlled remotely?

It's just that before he could figure it out, Gao Xue, who had been making a lot of noise, seemed to have exhausted his strength, and like the puppets inside, he was finally willing to stop.

Two different forces clashed fiercely in her body, setting off a battlefield of ice and fire.

Sometimes she has a brief moment of clarity, and sometimes she is like falling into the abyss, and her lifeless face overflows with a bit of hideousness.

The whites of the paper-like eyes began to change color at some point, as if a bottle of ink was poured into it, stirring wantonly, rolling out a black and white whirlpool.

However, it slowly mixed into a dirty gray.

The gray power soon overtook her, overwhelmingly dispersing the power she had previously controlled in her body.

Only then did Jiang Futing slowly withdraw the turbidity qi controlled in her body, and Gao Xue's pale face began to reveal the vitality of the living little by little, changing the mechanical sense of the previous dead thing.

Her eyes, which had been open, blinked slowly, and the long-lost pupils finally reshaped in her eyes little by little.

At the moment when she completely regained her senses, she showed the same dazed expression as last time.

The moment she saw Jiang Futing, her face suddenly became extremely ugly: "I...... I won't, sleepwalking again, right? ”

Jiang Futing nodded silently.

And with Gao Xue's awakening, the switch that alarmed the puppet seemed to be snapped, and the other side of the door fell into complete silence.

Gao Xue opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, but she found that the only courage she had been overdrawn early.

It's better to be in the dark for a while, and you might as well take a little slow.

She looked left and right, and the surroundings were so dark that she couldn't see her fingers, and she couldn't even tell where she was standing, and she could only judge that he was standing not far from her through Jiang Futing's shallow breathing.

Probably this kind of thing, it is also a once-born and two-time mature, Jiang Futing noticed that Gao Xue's mentality this time was obviously much better than the last time.

He looked back at the scarred door, and suddenly a bold thought occurred to him, and he raised his hand and helped the doorknob again.

Gao Xue was taken aback by his actions, and immediately lowered her voice and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Futing didn't answer her, but raised his other hand and gestured his index finger on his thin lips to signal her to silence.

Gao Xue was in the dark, and he couldn't see his movements very clearly, but he could vaguely understand what he meant at the moment, so he could only shut up obediently.

She always paid attention to Jiang Futing's movements, and a heart that exploded wildly was brought to her throat and hung there, unable to swallow or spit out.

With a crisp "click", the door was opened again.

Gao Xue was already trembling with fear, afraid that something terrible would come out of it.

However, for Jiang Futing, there was nothing more than Gao Xue standing behind him

It's terrible.

He pushed the door open again just to confirm a conjecture in his mind.

From the current observations, his conjecture is not wrong.

The puppets reverted to the way they had opened the door the first time, standing in orderly rows.

The only difference is that their delicate faces are lifeless at the moment, completely devoid of the vivid temperament just now.

Sure enough, it has something to do with Gao Xue!

His eyes, hidden in the dark, grew deeper and deeper.

It is very likely that something was inadvertently placed on Gao Xue's body, so when she was controlled, she was equivalent to the key to the other dolls, controlling the rest of the dolls.

But when it fell, and why Gao Xue was chosen, it is unknown, and I am afraid that even Gao Xue himself does not know.

If it's him, a big reason is because of the improvement of management efficiency, for example, he is in charge of the ghost king, and there are countless imps under the ghost king, so he doesn't need all the imps to be in charge of it himself.

This greatly reduces the amount of time he spends occupying himself, and he can do other things easily.

Jiang Futing planned to stand still for these figures, and these figures all had exhibition hall labels on them, indicating that these were works ready for exhibition.

If he is stabbed out at this critical time, Lu Changku is bound to go crazy, and he doesn't know what crazy things he will do.

After quietly closing the door and sending Gao Xue back to the dormitory, Jiang Futing immediately dialed Zhou Qi: "Don't bother you, right?"

Zhou Qi's side was quite quiet, only the occasional whirring sound of cars speeding by: "Don't bother, don't bother, what's wrong?" It can't be a new clue, right? ”

Jiang Futing slowly came out of the campus and whispered, "It's almost, we have to wait for confirmation." I just remembered that last time Captain Yan asked you to integrate similar disappearances in the past ten years, how did you integrate? ”

"Oh, that! The technical department has been collecting, for more than ten years, or looking for all over the country, not a small number, I estimate that it will be another two days, it will be almost! Zhou Qi wiped his face deformed by the cold wind with his bare hands:

"Why did you suddenly think to ask this?"

Jiang Futing pondered for a moment and asked, "Can you give me a copy of the list of those missing people then?" You don't have to be so specific, as long as you have a photo. ”

"Ahh

Jiang Futing stopped walking, and there he was pestle, looking at the stumbling block on the ground that was not even the size of a fingernail.

Information for information is the old rule between the two of them.

But this time the information is too dark, it seems to be a rotten flower, I thought it only needed to be pulled out casually, but as soon as I pulled it, I accidentally pulled out its poisonous fibrous roots.

At first, the fibrous roots were only a few small roots, but the more they were pulled, the whole piece of soil was overturned.

It turns out that the toxins beneath the land have long been impregnated to the deepest depths.

It's just that the whole area is poisoned, and what is it?

Poison, he just has a vague approximation, and he doesn't dare to jump to conclusions.

Jiang Futing pursed his lips, although he was unwilling, he had to give him some information ambiguously: "Have you ever seen the sea of corpses?"

Zhou Qi's breath suddenly stagnated, Jiang Futing lowered his head and continued: "Countless wrecks are piled up into pyramids, and the victors stand at the top of the pyramids and taste their fruits, there is more than one such pyramid."

Zhou Qi has been blown up by the amount of information he said at the moment.

In his ears, what Jiang Futing said just now was filled everywhere in his mind and body.

Just now, because he hadn't eaten dinner, he was so hungry that his chest was close to his back, but now he seemed to have swallowed a large piece of bloody raw meat, and he had some indigestion.

He was silent for a long time, and then came back to his senses with some difficulty, and his voice was hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth: "I know, I'll send you the information when it comes out." ”

This night still seems to be peaceful, but it is not too peaceful.

I don't know how many people in the fast-paced city life, under the heavy boulder-like work, are overwhelmed, breathless, and even insomnia.

As soon as Jiang Futing lay down on the bed, his brain automatically opened a player and rumbled.

Lu Changku's corpse puppet, Li Shang's almost perverted desire, the so-called Taoist priest who met in a hurry by karma in his mouth......

Also, there are those little ghosts, who are trapped in fixed places......

Jiang Futing felt his mind sink more and more, as if countless vehicles had run over his head.

The next second he seemed to have fallen into the water again, he suddenly couldn't swim, his chest was stuffed with water, his suffocated lungs began to swell, his heartbeat slowly slowed down, and his consciousness became blurred.

He slept soundly, and Lu Changku's face split in two appeared again in his dream.

The face was like the doll he had seen, as if it was wearing a fake leather mask, beautiful and panicked.

They opened their mouths together mechanically, and once again in his mind, sang the familiar nursery rhyme:

"You are Brother, I am Brother

You are Brother, I am Brother

One day, grandma hugged a doll

Brother, brother, why are you crying?

He held Brother's hand in his arms

Brother, brother, why are you crying?

He carried Adi's head on his back

……”

The two faces flickered before his eyes, sometimes staring at his face with round eyes, and sometimes as far away as a gust of wind.

When they stood together and recited nursery rhymes, Jiang Futing still couldn't tell them apart quickly.

Just when he maintained his previous habits in his dream, trying to find out the flaws between the two, Lu Changku and Lu Changrong suddenly stopped floating around, stopped, and slowly walked towards him.

They seemed to be walking, but they didn't seem to be walking, like a dummy in a clothing store, standing on a conveyor belt and moving little by little.

Jiang Futing suddenly wanted to leave this place, but unexpectedly found that his limbs were frozen in place and could not move.

He could only let the two people in front of him get closer and closer to him, closer and closer

。

He felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, this uneasiness was so real that it was impossible to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

And just when Lu Changkut and Lu Changrong were standing in front of him together, a small crack suddenly appeared on Lu Changku's wrist and Lu Changrong's neck.

The feeling of uneasiness was as if I had caught up with a stormy sea, and the sea level was suddenly choppy, and the waves rose a few feet high.

Jiang Futing's eyelids jumped suddenly.

"Click!" Something cracked out of thin air.

The fine lines on Lu Changrong's neck crept away from a small gap at the beginning, and circled around his neck.

At the same time, Lu Changku's wrist cracked a circle of gaps at the same speed.

Jiang Futing followed the tearing blood marks that quickly climbed open, and his pupils involuntarily shrank.

He didn't even have time to figure out what was going on before he saw Lu Changrong's head cut horizontally in front of him as if it had been scythe.

The knife was probably so fast that there was no intermittent connection of muscles and flesh, and it was directly clicked apart.

Blood gushed like a fountain, blindfolded his eyes, and his face was covered with a gentle liquid.

At the same time, Lu Changku's hand was broken in the same way, and blood was like a pillar, and it continued to splash like a faucet on his body.

Jiang Futing felt as if he had become a bloody person, from head to toe, it was that sticky liquid.

The world is scarlet, and it is scarlet itself.

The blood splashed on his face kept pouring down, wrapping his neck in a red circle.

His wrists also converge in a vivid red.

Jiang Futing suddenly felt that he was about to be torn off, and there was a sharp pain in his neck and wrist.

He clearly felt that his head was being forcibly separated.

The singing of nursery rhymes is like the background music of a single loop, which lingers in his ears from near and far.

(End of chapter)