Even in the club's activity room, he hadn't seen Lu Changku make this puppet.

There is an old scar on the neck of the doll, which has been too long, and the color is a little pale under the invasion of skin tissue, and it looks not as stiff as when it was first formed, but very soft.

It resembles a centipede, with the long strip in the middle being the body of the centipede, and the old suture technique leaves dense needle points on both sides of the scar, which are the feet of the centipede.

The man gasped, to be honest, no one is a fool who can be admitted to Changdu University.

Whether it is studying literature or science, the basic learning skills are there.

And he also has a few scars on him more or less, and the biological reactions that have accumulated over the years on the scars can be recognized at a glance.

But it wasn't just this that frightened him, but the moment he pushed the door in just now, the puppet's eyes suddenly moved!

This means that the thing in front of you is not a doll, but a real person.

The man's trembling hands shook wildly, and the aperture kept shaking on the puppet's real face, shaking out an afterimage that was difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

No, no!

Even if it is really a human being, and the eyeballs can move, it should be a living person.

Not right either!

I got so close, and I didn't feel the other party's breath at all, maybe it was a new type of technology that I hadn't even seen before.

He clenched his phone tightly, and his hand continued to probe forward.

While fear was clamouring in his body, intense curiosity was also growing in his heart.

He couldn't control the movements of his hands well, and just as he grabbed the phone with all his strength and stuck it to the doll's face, trying to distinguish something in detail, the corner of the phone inadvertently poked the doll's face.

The moment he poked down, he didn't feel the hard and jerky resistance.

It is a very comfortable softness, more comfortable than pressing cotton, full of elastic feel, without any loose inferior texture.

The moment the man touched it, his hand was pulled back like an electric shock, and he was stunned for a moment.

His mind subconsciously recalled the touch just now, and a thought instinctively rose to him.

The skin is still fresh.

He swallowed hard, his dry throat rolling with the tingle of a myriad of needles.

The focused eyes stared at the puppet in front of him for a moment, as if he was enchanted.

This time he trembled and stretched out his other hand, his fingers shaking to the puppet's cheek under his control.

His curiosity was driven like a fire burning all over the mountains, and the whole cavity and heart were filled with that blazing flame.

The man paused, and his hesitant eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light, as if he had made a great determination.

Then the finger hanging in the air, with his resolute courage, touched the puppet's cheek again.

That's the touch of human fibers.

Delicate, wonderful, moisturizing, little by little from the nerve endings of his fingertips to his brain.

He could even feel that the skin was still alive, breathing and metabolizing.

This is human skin!

No matter how good the puppet making technique is, it is impossible to make such a real skin.

Only the temperature was cold, like a thick layer of ice that had come out of the outside.

His fingertips moved down from the puppet's cheek a little, and the place where he had pressed bounced back the moment his finger left.

The plucked facial features are like standing mountains, and the free fingertips seem to explore the face of the puppet.

From the cheeks to the brow bones, to the deep eyes, to the high bridge of the nose, the philtrum.

The action finally stopped.

Fang Cai's eyes, which were still slightly obsessed, suddenly came back to his senses, his pupils constricted in disbelief, and he finally calmed down, and began to breathe more and more rapidly.

His fingers resting on the center of the human seemed to be frozen, unable to move for a moment, and below was the soft lips of the puppet.

And neither in the human middle nor on the lips, he could not feel the breath.

The cold body temperature as a stone sent chills down his back.

Be...... Dead person.

The man lifted his eyelids with difficulty, and he lifted them very hard, as if there was glass glue stuck to his eyes, and the green tendons around the eye sockets protruded slightly, and his wincing eyes finally met the puppet's eyes again.

He immediately withdrew his hand in the opposite condition, stepped back in broken steps, and pointed his toes on the ground, ready to escape at any time in case of an accident.

But after ten or so seconds, the puppet didn't even move his eyelashes, as if the previous glance was just his illusion.

Is it really a delusion?

The guard tightened in the man's heart relaxed a little.

That's right, if it's really a dead person, how can it move?

He glanced at the time on his phone, thinking about something uncertainly, but if it was really a dead person, could the corpse of a dead person be preserved so well?

It seems that this puppet has not been here for a long time, and even if it is just one morning, the skin that has stopped metabolism will lose its elasticity, and it should be more or less a corpse spot.

Moreover, what puzzled him even more was...... Why did Lu Changkun use Lu Changrong's corpse as a puppet!

The man suddenly felt a physiological vomiting, and his stomach was convulsed and spasmed, like a vacuum cleaner stirring wildly in his stomach.

He and Lu Changkun were students of the same class, so he had met Lu Changrong.

Lu Changrong disappeared in the first semester of his freshman year, and many people were heartbroken because of this incident at that time, especially Lu Changku.

Although he was not a casual outsider, the downturn of that time was visible to almost everyone.

It is impossible for him to kill his twin brother.

Could it be that I am mistaken?

He stared at the dial-up interface of his phone, his eyes in confusion, struggling over and over again.

The man hesitated back and forth for a moment, then raised his hand again, making a final confirmation on the puppet.

Lu Changku's works are rarely actually displayed in front of people, and most of the time he sits alone in the corner or in his own private space.

Even if they see it, they are not allowed to touch it.

Of course, because his works are so wonderful that ordinary people don't think to touch them, doing so is like blaspheming the gods, which makes people feel guilty.

The man was on the puppet, cautiously exploring, because he was extra careful, especially afraid that he would make a mistake, and he was almost immersed in it.

While repeating the shock over and over again, I feel the blood vessels, bones, tissues, and organs hidden under the skin.

These can be easily perceived by a shallow touch.

The moment he withdrew his hand, his shock was beyond words.

Under the strong stimulation of reality, he even had a brief urge for a second, he wanted to rush out directly, to scream loudly, to scream and tell the security guards that there was a puppet made of dead people.

He had fallen wholeheartedly into this world of fear and panic, and the small sounds and movements were automatically blocked out by his dull senses, so that at this moment there was a person standing behind him, and he didn't even know it.

The man lowered his head and looked at the number that had been pressed in advance on his mobile phone

Yard.

The hand holding the mobile phone raised his thumb tremblingly, and he felt a sense of hardship and exhaustion over the mountains in these short seconds.

At the moment when his fingertips were about to touch the dial button, a familiar and gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "He Hao, are you in any trouble?" ”

He Hao pinched his mobile phone and immediately froze there, forgetting to react, his already bloodless face was suddenly as pale as the puppet in front of him.

A swishing cold wind blew behind him, like a pair of cold hands, burrowing into his clothes and crawling into his back, little by little to his neck.

He didn't know when Lu Changkut appeared, that person seemed to have no feet, he didn't make a sound when he walked, and there was no movement when he opened the door.

So how long has he been standing behind his back?

Did he see all of his actions just now?

If......

The screen of the mobile phone seemed to be about to turn off, and the brightness suddenly dimmed by more than half, and his mind shook violently.

If it was really him who killed Lu Changku, then he was here now......

He Hao's forehead suddenly burst into fine and dense cold sweat, and his cold hair stood up like a frightened hedgehog.

He replied slowly, "Ahhhh

His feet, hidden in the dark, moved his toes in the other direction without moving, ready to flee quickly in the event of an accident.

He slowly twisted the top half, and forced a casual smile on his face overflowing with fear, twisted like a joker.

The phone in his hand followed his rotation and then moved.

A faint aperture of light slowly shone from the puppet onto the empty white wall, and then slowly climbed to another identical face at the back.

Unlike the puppet, this lifelike face has a standard and good-looking smile on its face.

Seeing that he was stunned, he was very accustomed to the murderer in the movie, who was comfortable with all kinds of situations.

"And who are?" Lu Changku's gaze casually fell on his mobile phone.

"This-" He Hao's voice was a little hoarse, and for a moment, the fine bangs on his forehead were already wet with cold sweat.

Some people in a crisis situation will stimulate the blood to accelerate, so that the brain is overly functional, but there are also people who accelerate too much, resulting in sensitive fluctuations, excessive fluctuations, direct brain disorders, and stop thinking.

He Hao is a typical latter.

Not to mention thinking, to be able to maintain his form and stand still has already exhausted all his strength.

He tried his best to divert his panic, lowered his head slightly, and looked at his phone again.

The light in his hand suddenly went out silently.

Once again, the house returned to darkness.

He Hao reacted quickly and made the most daring decision in his life the second when the screen went off.

In the midst of the darkness and flint, the toes of his prepared in advance suddenly exerted.

Lu Changku only felt a strong wind surging in front of him, and then a heavy force broke through the air and came with the wind.

He stood calmly and calmly, without even the slightest hint of panic and confusion.

Just when He Hao kicked out, thinking that he would definitely kick him, his foot unexpectedly flew into the air, and the burst of strength lost the expected bearing point, and directly took himself out.

Bodies that have not been in contact with special training have lost their balance on the ground.

The moment his feet fell to the ground, his weight moved forward and he stumbled unexpectedly.

Seeing that he was about to fall in the dark, he smashed his head into a hard body.