In the moment when the candlelight dimmed, the paper figure was gone. Zhang Zhouyun was shocked to see it, his hair exploded in an instant, goosebumps appeared on his arms, and a layer of white sweat was squeezed out of his head.

Zhang Zhouyun pretended to be bold and slowly raised the oil lamp, and took a picture of the place where the paper man was missing, he comforted himself and said: "Oh, oops, that paper man may have fallen to the ground, don't think about it!" As he spoke, he stretched out the oil lamp, and the ground was empty, and the paper figure was really gone!

Now he couldn't hold his breath at all, while screaming in his mouth, he picked up the oil lamp and shone around, because his hand holding the oil lamp swung too much, the originally small candle flame couldn't help but toss and "poof" to extinguish, and the room fell into darkness again.

Zhang Zhouyun stood in the dark room and didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere, staring at the nearby movement with wide eyes, the sweat on his head flowing down his cheeks to the ground, holding the oil lamp that had been extinguished in his hand, still shaking, for fear of a paper figure popping out of the shadows.

After about a quarter of an hour of trembling, Zhang Zhouyun just felt that there was some yin wind blowing around him, and there was nothing wrong with it, and it seemed that he was completely scaring himself just now, and nothing happened. So he took out the fire fold from his clothes and blew it lightly, and then lit the oil lamp.

The light yellow candle flame shone on Zhang Zhouyun's face, feeling warm, and his body was much more comfortable, and the panic caused by the sudden disappearance of the paper figure just now was also reduced by seventy or eighty, and then he had to put the oil lamp back on the table. As a result, just as he was about to turn around, he bumped into something behind him, and he held up the oil lamp to see that it was the paper man he had been looking for just now.

At this moment, the position of the candle flame is exactly in the middle of Zhang Zhouyun and the paper man, and the face of the paper man is illuminated, and the eyes that were originally painted on the pale face can reflect the light of the candle flame at this moment, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised to show a strange and terrifying smile.

Zhang Zhouyun had been tense since just now, and he relaxed a little, and the paper man suddenly appeared behind him, and he almost had a face with him. At this moment, he almost collapsed, howling like mad and throwing away the oil lamp in his hand, knocking down the table and chair next to him, rushing out of the house directly, and running far away with crawling and rolling.

A light shone on his eyes, Zhang Zhouyun opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly sat up, he found that he had woken up at home. All I remember is running out of the house, not knowing where I ran or how I got back. He took off his clothes and covered himself with the quilt well, as if last night's events were a dream, but the dream would not remember so clearly and really, he hurriedly pulled off the quilt and went to the outhouse barefoot.

Everything was as usual, the tables and chairs were not hit, everything was in place, even the paper man was still thinking about the wall, there was nothing wrong.

Just as he was secretly laughing that it was a dream, there were bursts of frightened cries of women in the street, and it was faintly heard as if it was dead again.

Zhang Zhouyun subconsciously glanced at the paper figure standing by the wall, and then hurriedly went out with a piece of clothing.

In the same position, the same posture is the same face of a paper man, the same hole in the back of the head, and the same weird smile. Zhang Zhouyun stood outside the crowd and didn't dare to take a closer look, the person who died was a guy from a deli in the city, although he was not too familiar with each other a few times. But his death method is almost exactly the same as Niu Er, even the place where he was found is the same, but this guy's empty brain is like a crumpled white paper.

It is rare for such bizarre murders to occur in the imperial city, so the Criminal Department has sent personnel, and there are also officials patrolling the streets at night. Even so, a few days later another person died in the same location. After conducting an autopsy, it was found that the deceased's head had been cleaned up, and there was not even a trace of blood, so it should have been directly pierced through the back of the skull with a sharp weapon, and then the brains inside were taken out, and it seemed that the inside of the skull was rinsed with water. But one thing that can't be explained is that from Niu Er's death to this third person, it seems to be a process, and the three people who have been hollowed out of their heads look more like paper people after death.

These things can't be explained by common sense, and there is no clue as to who did it, and things just drag on.

Zhang Zhouyun heard that there were dead people on the street again, and he didn't have the courage to look at it anymore. He always felt that the deaths of those people had something to do with the paper people, but he couldn't connect these things together, just like saying that the stool in your house went out to kill people, isn't it a fantasy?

The paper figure at home has been in that position for several days, Zhang Zhouyun has never dared to touch it, and he is very afraid to see the face of the paper man, walking back and forth around it, for fear that the paper figure will suddenly come to life and empty his brain.

Originally, the government has been blocking the news, but until the sixth person died, the person's skin has completely turned into paper, without looking carefully, I thought it was a paper man who fell on the street, this matter could not be covered at all, the capital was spread, all said that there were demons, so that the whole capital people panicked, every day the sky will be black to do business people will be closed early to go home, there is no half a figure on the street.

Zhang Zhouyun didn't dare to sleep too much for a few nights, his fear of the paper man at home has reached the extreme, and this person is chattering all day long. That day, Zhang Zhouyun finally mustered up the courage and took a sheet to wrap the paper figure from behind. Since his paper figure is tied at the height of a normal woman, the sheet is not big and only covers the upper body, and it doesn't matter so much, he has to go out and burn it if he holds the paper figure with his arm.

I didn't think that the paper figure that was originally light and fluttering is now a little difficult to pick up, and it has a lot more weight for no reason. Zhang Zhouyun didn't dare to think about it, so he hurriedly went out of the house with three steps and two steps with the paper figure, and took the open space behind the house, and the sheets were not needed and the fire was lit directly.

Because the paper man he tied habitually used the unique skill, the paper man's joints can be moved, and it began to struggle after being lit for a while, and it was even more terrifying to look at at the moment.

Strange to say, the paper figure is actually a frame, which is usually burned to ashes in ten minutes. But the paper figure burned for a full hour. And the fire was extremely hot, belching black smoke, and you could smell the stench of burning grease, and in the end only a few bamboo sticks were still sparking. When the paper figure was almost burned, Zhang Zhouyun walked over and touched the pile of paper ashes with his foot, and there seemed to be half of the embroidered shoes in it that had not been burned. Zhang Zhouyun turned his head in fright when he saw the half of the embroidered shoes, and when he got home, he hid in the quilt and shivered, and slept at home for several days before he recovered.

But since he burned the paper figures, there have been no strange deaths in the capital, and the matter has gradually subsided, and people have returned to their usual lives, and Zhang Zhouyun is still doing his old job.

Zhang Zhouyun took a nap at home at noon that day, but Zhengxiang, who was sleeping, was woken up by a knock on the door, he thought he was coming to work, rubbed his eyes and got up to open the door.

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