The town, the small shop, and another day without customers.

Qi Zihuan sat on a low bamboo bench and looked at the small paper figure lying on the ground seriously.

This little paper figure is slightly different from the previous ones, it is very small, about half the height of an adult man's palm, and the joints of the legs and arms and the waist have been complicated and special, as if there are real bone nodes. Although it is still faceless, the degree of anthropomorphism is already quite high.

Qi Zihuan rarely recited the mantra in a low voice seriously, his fingers changed flexibly, and he pinched out one trick after another, which was more troublesome in terms of time and complexity than the first time he performed the little puppet technique in the old corpse of the mountain village.

After reciting the incantation, his slender fingers pressed into the little paper man's chest, and his brows furrowed, as if there was some pain.

After a while, Qi Zihuan leaned back on the bamboo bench with a squeak, lazily unwilling to move.

The little paper man rolled over, twisted his neck and shook his waist to get used to it for a while, and then began to stretch his arms and press his legs, meticulously completing the whole set of warm-up movements.

Qi Zihuan's eyes lit up and he stared at it with interest.

The little paper man turned to the counter, hunched over and half squatted, and suddenly rushed over with an acceleration, and when he approached the counter, his knees suddenly jumped diagonally upward, and the momentum of the air had just reached the height of the chair on the side of the counter, and he was about to fall back, but it grabbed the edge of the chair with one hand, bent and kicked his legs, and then swept towards the counter.

Silently, it landed on the table in the pose of a Terminator T-800.

The little paper figure paced the counter with great interest, sometimes fiddling with the ballpoint pen on the countertop, sometimes running to the edge and looking down.

After the tour, jump straight down and return to the ground lightly.

After landing on the ground, he refused to stop, ran to the bathroom, jumped several times on the water pipe, washstand, and towel rack, and finally climbed the small window above the wall, opened his arms, and fell down in a very middle two flying position.

Behind the funeral supplies shop is an urban village, where rumors of demolition have been heard several times but there has been no movement, so that many people have no patience to move elsewhere, and there are fewer and fewer residents.

Under the window of the bathroom was a small vegetable plot developed by the residents of the urban village, which used to grow some peppers and cabbage, but now it is completely uncared for.

Qi Zihuan's eyes were closed, one hand was placed on his thigh, and he patted it rhythmically and gently.

Tsk, it's a really hard road, and weeds are everywhere.

The little paper figure walks through the weeds taller than it, and occasionally has to avoid the droppings of wild dogs among the clods and the thousands of children and grandchildren thrown down from the upper floors.

Walk out of the abandoned vegetable field, climb a half-human high wooden fence, stand on the top of the log, face the distance and stand with your hands in hand, a tall posture.

Qi Zihuan closed his eyes and muttered.

"This view is still not good, it's too short, next time I just climb to the roof to watch the sunrise...... Eh, what's that dirty wild dog going to do? Don't come over again, I'm super fierce! ”

The wild dog looked at the little thing that had intruded into his territory, drooling and baring his teeth.

The little paper figure floated forward, and after landing on the ground, he ran away, and the two little short legs were about to fly, and the speed was not slow.

Wild dogs whined after him.

chased and fled around several empty houses, and almost reached a place about fifty meters away from Qi Zihuan's shop, the little paper man suddenly pounced forward and did not move.

The wild dog slowly stepped forward in confusion, first sniffing, and then plucking twice with his front paws before turning around and leaving in a depressed manner.

Inside the store, Qi Zihuan took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

After returning from Silent Hill, he still gained a little, not only did his soul get a little strengthened as always, but the little puppet in the picture also added a new spell.

The large and small puppets made in the past can only be given vague instructions by him, and the specific implementation is still operated by the independent consciousness that the puppet does not know where to come, although there has been no fault so far, but the different personalities of the puppets also greatly increase the risk chance.

The enhanced version of the small puppet technique that can be used now is completely controlled by the divine soul he separated, which is not only truly a command, but most importantly, it can also be used to detect enemy situations.

I remembered that Hibiki had asked him if the paper man poked in the room could see her changing clothes.

Qi Zihuan flatly denied it at that time, but in fact, the truth is that he can, and he can't.

In other words, the previous trace of divine soul existed in the puppet body only for issuing commands, and the function was similar to that of a walkie-talkie, and it was dormant when there were no commands. Qi Zihuan would not automatically get the information over there unless he went to check it on purpose.

What's more, Zhenzhen only has a trace of spirit, and the information he gets is also incomplete. It's like you can tell that someone is undressing, maybe 34C, there's a birthmark, but the jump information doesn't make a complete picture in your mind.

Now it is forcibly separated from a piece of divine soul and stuffed directly into the puppet, and all the environmental information around the puppet's body, as long as it can be parsed by the five senses of human beings, can be accurately and real-time conveyed.

It's a 360-degree ground reconnaissance plane.

Therefore, Qi Zihuan spent a lot of effort to make such a small paper figure for today's experiment, just to make it more flexible and portable.

Qi Zihuan stretched out quite satisfied, got up and poured himself a glass of water to drink, and by the way, he fed the budgie and changed the water to clear the poop.

"Huan~~Ying~~" Qi Zihuan slowly popped out two words at the birdcage, dragging out the tail note.

He checked on the Internet that budgies are capable of learning tongues, so now they spend a little time training every day.

"Quack." Budgie A replied with fluttering wings.

"Huan~~Ying~~" try again.

"Quack." Budgie B replied with a crooked neck.

"You two idiots." Qi Zihuan's patience was exhausted, and he said depressedly.

"Idiot!" "Idiot!" Budgies A and B call out to their owners in unison.

One person and two birds quarreled back and forth for half an hour, no matter how Qi Zihuan spat out lotus witty words, anyway, the two parrots responded to all changes with the same, and a "fool" scolded everyone.

Qi Zihuan only felt that his mouth was dry, and he was about to Mingjin to collect his troops to drink saliva, when he heard footsteps coming from behind.

Turning around, I saw Zuo Ruize walking into the store hesitantly, with a worried look on his face.

"Your shop is quite deserted." Zuo Ruize reluctantly pulled out a smile and said hello.

Qi Zihuan was generous, and said darkly: "This kind of business is like this, it is not a good thing to have customers one day." ”

"Qi Zihuan, you know that thing about me among the people I know......" Zuo Ruize spoke hesitantly, and it took a long time before he asked, "I just want to know, what do you think of me?" ”

Qi Zihuan opened his mouth and was still thinking about how to phrase it, but he was opened by the budgie A who had been quiet for a long time.

"Idiot!"