Jiang Futing pondered on the spot for a moment, and then walked to the storage room unscrupulously, he always felt that Lu Changku's performance just now was too cautious.

At first, he thought it was a matter of character, but would anyone really violate their bottom line at will under ordinary circumstances?

What's more, Lu Changku's tone at that time was obviously not particularly good.

And Lu Changkut is obviously not a really cowardly and well-meaning person.

As for what he keeps saying about the deal of turning enemies into friends, it is not a good deal for a person like him to exchange his touched bottom line for friends.

A person who values only interests, useless friends are the most worthless things, not only have no value, but sometimes they can become a burden.

That boy is obviously so ordinary that there is nothing to be desired.

How can it be cost-effective?

As for the knife on the boys...... Jiang Futing frowned slightly, I am afraid that Lu Changkut can use a knife better than him, how can he be afraid of this kind of thing.

In front of such a worthless person, it is worth Lu Changku's bothering to treat it like this......

Maybe there's something in the pantry that he's afraid of being seen.

Jiang Futing walked to the door, the door of the storage room was still empty, it looked really inconspicuous, and the miscellaneous items piled up around it next to each other would only make people feel that it was a scrapped garbage room, just like the dead corner where he was hiding just now.

Under normal circumstances, no one would want to take the initiative to approach.

He was subconsciously very careful when he pushed the door, and the dust inside covered his head and face.

Fortunately, with mental preparation in advance, he did not choke on the ashes.

Jiang Futing walked in lightly, and as he went deeper, he couldn't help but be stunned.

This is not a storage room, but a door to the wall that is shared with another classroom.

All the windows of the classrooms were sealed and bricks and cement were laid.

At a glance, you can still distinguish traces from the different shades of cement air drying.

Large and small dolls surround the wall, forming a circle.

Even if Jiang Futing was mentally prepared enough when he entered the door, he was shocked by the number of dolls, and each puppet was very exquisitely made, not inferior to the dolls by the window of the activity room.

The moment he walked in, Rao was physically and psychologically uncomfortable.

It's like being watched by a group of dead people standing.

No one knows what will happen in the next second.

He always kept his vigilance and walked slowly inside, and every time he passed a puppet, he had a rare leisurely appreciation, and halfway through the walk, he had only one thought.

It's so similar! It's too much like a real person!

The problem is that if Lu Changkun is a senior, even though he has four years to complete the work in the puppet design.

But with so many quantities, and each one of them so perfect, can the average person do it?

Even if he has the ultimate talent, even if he works hard, it is not just as simple as being strong, and in ordinary people, it can be described as "terrible".

He looked at almost every piece of work, and this classroom was said to be storage, so it looked more like a small exhibition hall.

In the case of visual fatigue, he has seen too much, and there are no ups and downs in his heart.

Only one work hidden behind many dolls in the corner attracted his attention.

The thing was covered with a smooth white cloth, clean and not even a single piece of ash, and there were more or less traces of ash elsewhere.

Only this area is not as clean as it is, as if someone often comes to see it and cleans it regularly.

The moment his eyes locked on the white cloth, he subconsciously walked that way.

The waves in his heart told him that there must be something different about that thing.

In a room where such beautiful dolls have become commonplace, a puppet covered with a white cloth suddenly appears, just like a lighthouse suddenly lit up on a dark island in the middle of the night.

Even if there is no such thing as a ghost, it must be different from other dolls.

And it turned out – his instincts were right!

Just as he walked up to the crowded puppets and ripped off the white cloth on them, no matter how calm Jiang Futing was, there were a few cracks.

He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, grabbed the hand of the white cloth, and almost didn't break the cloth without any force.

The puppet in front of him has a withered face.

The exact same face made him almost think that when Lu Changkut came back and hid in it unconsciously.

But he soon calmly realized that this Lu Changkut was not breathing.

It's a doll indeed.

But even if he judged that he was a dummy in his heart, in the face of this thing that was exactly the same as Lu Changku, he still couldn't get back to his senses in his heart.

It's too hard to describe, and the doll is too real.

If you are Lu Changku, it is like facing another self that suddenly appears in this world for no reason.

And another corpse of one's own.

Surprised, and very weird.

Jiang Futing began to look at the puppet carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he began to admire it.

This level of puppet can only be described as vivid.

He swept through every detail, from his hair to his earrings to his clothes, and the way he stood at the moment was almost the same as a real person.

It is this kind of perfection that is not contrary to the real person, but it makes people feel more violently rejected and disobeyed.

But why did Lu Changkun make a doll like himself?

He took the opportunity to look around the classroom again, and a bold guess arose.

Could it be that for the authenticity of his works, the dolls he made are all based on real people in real life, and they are slowly and repeatedly carved?

As he pondered, he put the white cloth back on him, restoring everything he had touched to its original state.

The next day, Jiang Futing was not in a hurry to investigate Lu Changku.

It's really this kind of person who is too vigilant and unprepared, as long as the slightest wind and grass can surprise him.

But this also shows that there is something wrong with him.

There were no classes on Saturdays, and he stayed in his room since he got up in the morning to find out more about making dolls.

This investigation will be in the afternoon, and if Lin Jin hadn't forcibly dragged him to eat at noon, he would probably really forget to sleep and eat.

As for the matter of giving Bai Tangding Hotel, he also threw it all away in the back of his mind.

It just took a whole day to find no particularly useful information.

He buried his head in front of the computer, combing through all the relevant information he found today.

Whether it is from the production of dolls, or human wax figures, or the processing method of the figure, there is no very clear indication that it can be exactly the same as the real person, but at the same time, it is not denied.

In other words, this kind of thing is too powerful, even if it can't be found on the market at present, it doesn't mean that there won't be someone who can make it.

The few works with excellent technology are basically displayed in the exhibition hall.

Because these works are classic and excellent, Jiang Futing can search for pictures comparing the works with real people on the Internet, which is indeed the same.

But no matter how you look at it, none of Lu Changku's works have a spirit?

Lu Changku's puppet, if you have to compare it, is like a dry dead thing, with an extra soul.

But this soul is not as intelligent as a human soul, and it does distinguish his works from ordinary dolls.

Judging from the information on the Internet, if you want to ensure the degree of authenticity, the materials used to make the model must be composite, it is impossible to be a single material, and the material consumption is very large, and some materials may need to be imported, which is not so easy to buy.

Jiang Futing leaned on the back of the chair, and when he pondered, his fingers were on the armrests like playing a piano, and the water was beating.

Just as his thoughts were racing wildly, a knock on the door stopped his brainstorming, and he turned his head, without thinking about it, he could know that someone was coming: "Mom, is there something wrong?" ”

Lin Jin pushed open the door and poked out half of his head, his eyes shining with radiant light.

It looks like something really good.

She suppressed her excitement and said, "Mr. Bai is here!" I haven't seen him for a long time, but I didn't expect to come to visit him suddenly, I guess he came to find you, you hurry down and take a look! ”

Jiang Futing wrinkled his eyebrows, only the memory of him coming back from the underworld today was left in his mind, and he was thinking about what he was doing suddenly, so he asked, "...... is he coming?"

Before he finished speaking, he finally pulled out a clear memory from his busy and dizzy head, and immediately changed his words: "It's broken." ”

He had forgotten about it.

Lin Jin only saw his son, and suddenly spit out two words without a head or a tail, so he went to the closet, thinking that something was going to happen, and hurriedly asked, "What's broken?" ”

Jiang Futing didn't bother to explain, just tinkered with the wardrobe and asked, "Do you have any members of any restaurant in your hand, skip the line, the best seafood." ”

Lin Jin thought about it, flipped through the card bound to his mobile phone, and said uncertainly: "It seems to be, why did you suddenly think of eating seafood, you don't eat fish......

After she finished muttering, she just flipped through the card he wanted from her mobile phone, her fingers flickered, her eyes lit up, and she looked up and asked, "Ah! Son! You've finally opened your mind, so take Mr. Bai with you, right? I really know one he's sure to like. ”

"Wait, I'll go to the room and get you the card!" As she spoke, she turned around, and the little girl left with cheerful steps, muttering happily in her mouth, "I've finally grown up, I'm willing to let go of Duan Zhenxin and make more friends, if I have friends, my girlfriend will definitely not be far away......"

Jiang Futing was holding his clothes, and he was stunned, he was really convinced that Lin Jinsan's two sentences could be related to the object of the conversation no matter what the topic was.

Especially after college, there is no longer the shackles of early love at this age, Lin Jin, like his classmates, is like a wild horse that has been freed from stiffness, unscrupulous.

He helplessly picked out a piece of clothing, changed his clothes and opened the door, and Lin Jin stood at the door with a smile on his face.

Jiang Futing didn't have time to say anything, and a VIP card was stuffed into his hand.

"It's delicious, it's fun, if you don't have enough money, tell your mother!" Lin Jin's words were simply wishing that his son would grow a little crooked one or two branches.

Falling into the rich second generation of those losers, that is, there is divine grace.

It's just that Jiang Futing really doesn't have the genes of a loser, and when he put the card in his wallet, he responded plainly: "Okay." ”

It is impossible to ask for money, he has no material pursuits, there are not many places to spend money, and he earns a lot of money by taking orders.

Throwing away the money spent occasionally watching the alleys for Bai Tang, there is still a lot left.

But when it came to money, Jiang Futing thought about whether to give Bai Tang his deposit card for commissions for a while, and when his boring mind slipped around his stomach twice, his feet had already walked down the stairs and arrived in the living room.

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