"What do you see?" Jiang Li took the piece of drawing paper and didn't look at it, but carefully folded it and put it in his pocket.

"I don't know... I seem to see the mask talking, saying ... What a paradise ... Hell or something, no, my head seems to have been poured into cement, and I can't think of anything. Vomit... No, I seem to be suffering from motion sickness... No, I'm going to throw up. Jiang Qiao spoke, stood up in a panic, shook his body a few times, and stumbled towards the toilet.

"Is that an exaggeration?" Mao Daxin looked at Jiang Qiao's back in surprise, turned his gaze to Jiang Li, and asked worriedly: "What now, this mask... How to solve it... Strange, where the hell have I seen this mask? ”

Jiang Li lowered his head, and there was some frustration in his voice: "I also feel very familiar, if only the master was here, he must know." ”

"Except for your master, don't we have other senior peers in Jiangcheng? Just ask them. Mao Daxin said unwillingly, all the clues are in the clouds, making people confused, and the only promising clue is only this weird mask.

"Senior peers... Jiang Li's eyes lit up.

It was pitch black.

I have never seen such darkness, as if it could swallow all the light in the world. But this kind of darkness is not frightening, but faintly reveals a warmth that makes people involuntarily want to get closer.

What sound came from the depths of the darkness, and everywhere the sound went, it inexplicably caused a commotion.

'One thought of heaven, one thought of hell, one thought of becoming a Buddha, one thought of becoming a demon. ’

"What are you talking about?" The voice was low and noisy, as if countless people were shouting, screaming, and crying at the same time.

"Say what? Be louder. ”

"Be louder."

Jiang Qiao tried hard to prick up her ears, but the noise became louder and louder, and she suddenly felt a cloud of anger in her heart, and she used all her strength to shout, "Don't make noise! The sound literally exploded in my ears.

The sound of drowsiness and noise faded quickly like the tide, and a little light burned in the darkness, what was it?

Ah, back?

Jiang Qiao opened her eyes, and the familiar furnishings in front of her made her a little distracted for a moment, was she dreaming just now? Jiang Qiao sat up slowly, carefully recalling the last scene in the dark.

It's a mask.,Although it's a little different from what Mao Daxin painted.,But。。。 That's right, it's the mask Jiang Li said.

The mask looked at her with a smirk, as if he was saying something.

Outside the window was the pre-dawn darkness, the moon and the starlight were hidden, and only the sound of the wind could be heard. What is tripping? Jiang Qiao muttered to herself, she frowned and looked out the window.

"Sometimes I really wonder if you only know such a colleague."

"Needless to say, you can guess with your toes."

"However, what are you calling me to do, I'm still busy in the bureau." Mao Daxin looked at the familiar building and glared at Jiang Qiao dissatisfied.

"Calling you here, of course it's a good thing, don't ask so much, let's go, Jiang Li has entered the elevator." Jiang Qiao patted Mao Daxin on the shoulder, dragging him to follow Jiang Li's footsteps quickly.

"Virtuous nephew, come on, sit inside, what kind of wind is blowing you, hey, comrade police are also here. Is there a big case? Wang Daochang greeted them with a smile, Ah Moon somehow, a little blushing, without waiting for Wang Daochang's instructions, he lowered his head and went out to prepare tea.

Jiang Qiao looked at Ah Moon's shy back, showed an aunt-like smile, quietly bumped Mao Daxin with his elbow, and said softly: "How is it?" Do you think Moon is good-looking? ”

Mao Daxin looked at her a little strangely: "Huh? Why are you asking this? Pretty much. ”

"What do you mean almost, Amoon is a good girl... Jiang Qiao kicked him dissatisfied, this time he came to create a chance for the two of them.

"Oh, don't make any noise, Jiang Li is asking about the mask, listen well." Mao Daxin incomprehensibly asked Jiang Qiao to shut up.

"You..." Jiang Qiao's face was black.

"What is this?" Wang Daochang took the drawing paper and looked at Jiang Li with a puzzled expression.

With Mao Daxin's approval, Jiang Qiao vaguely told the two cases of missing bodies, but he didn't expect Wang Daochang's face to suddenly change greatly, and he looked at the drawing paper in his hand very seriously, without saying a word.

Everyone saw that his expression was abnormal, and they didn't dare to come out, waiting nervously for Wang Daochang's contemplation.

"Uh... You mean what you see through the living? After a long wait, Wang Daochang finally spoke in full view of everyone.

"Yes, although the sense of the living will be weaker, but I can see it clearly, I can't be wrong, the reflection in the mirror is this mask." Jiang Li affirmed.

"Ahh I thought that in this life... I'm not going to see this mask again, ah... Although there is a little discrepancy, but ... The more you look at it, the more it looks, you can't be wrong, it's it. After carefully studying the drawing paper, Wang Dao said affirmatively, but his face showed a look of fear.

"Dao Chief, you're going to kill us in a hurry, what's going on?" Jiang Qiao couldn't help but urge.

"Ah, nephew Jiang, if your master is here, he will definitely know, that terrible puppeteer." The look of fear on Daoist Wang's face became more and more obvious, and he looked around uneasily, as if he was afraid that something would suddenly burst out of the corner. "It was a devil from hell, and he used a spell that he had never seen before, and it just appeared so suddenly and disappeared again."

"You are talking about him ... That person? Jiang Li hesitated for a moment, but didn't say the name after all: "I said how I am so familiar, it turns out that the master once told me, but why... Jiang Li muttered to himself softly, with a confused expression on his face.

"Ah, it seems that your master told you about this." Wang Daochang was a little surprised, and said to himself clearly: "Also, your talent is so high, maybe only you can completely defeat him." ”

"Who the hell is it? Can you be so scared of you? Jiang Qiao couldn't help but urge again, this Wang Daochang and Jiang Li are going to kill her and Mao Daxin in a hurry, both of them are like guessing riddles, and they don't say who they are.

"Puppeteer from hell, Prajna." Jiang Li said in a low voice, a chill revealed in the depths of his voice, like a crazy creeper in spring, and the complicated branches and leaves flashed with cold light and densely covered everyone's hearts.

Prajna... Stumbling in...

"Ah~" Jiang Qiao couldn't help but cover his mouth and screamed, his face suddenly turned pale, it turned out that under the bustling noise was hidden this name, this puppeteer from hell, why did he appear in his dream.

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