Shen Shizhen

House: "Captain, it was sent down from the fourth floor."

Molde hadn't finished the case at hand, so he didn't have time to think about other things. He barely opened the corner of his eyes when he heard the word "fourth floor".

Molde saw the team members holding two black gift boxes: "What?"

House didn't dare to touch the things on the fourth floor. He put the gift box on the captain's table and was about to leave: "Captain, you can read it for yourself. It's explained above. No one else can see it except you. The one below belongs to the vice team, so you can only see it." The deputy team will watch alone."

Molde had no choice but to put down the information in his hand and start to open the gift box, only to find a doll in a small skirt lying inside?

What attracted him even more was the note under the doll that began with "To the boss on the third floor", which roughly explained the origin and usage of the doll, and also noted many precautions very intimately. At the end, it was obviously another person's notes—— "Verified."

Molde saw this note for the first time, so it was obvious who it belonged to, after all, there was only one newcomer on the fourth floor recently.

I also looked at the signature on the note at the end—"Fourth Floor"—it was signed by Ai Fan himself.

With the quality inspection by Clarissa and Ai Fan, Molde didn't worry about any side effects anymore, and he really threw the doll under the bed according to the instructions written by the rookie on the paper.

Carter is a box that doesn't have to be opened until he comes home at night after overtime.

He couldn't help raising his eyebrows after just one glance, why does this doll look so... girlish?Are you sure it's for him?

It really can't be blamed that Molde didn't give him a high-energy warning. In Molde's eyes, there is no substantial difference whether the doll is wearing a pink suspender or a black foot wrap.

Looking at the pink and tender doll in his hand, Carter resisted the urge to stuff it into the trash can and began to study the note at the bottom of the box that began with "To the second child on the third floor".

Carter's black question mark: Second child on the third floor? ? ?

But when he saw clearly the efficacy of the doll in his hand and the final signature signed by Ivan, the status of the doll in his heart was instantly elevated. If Kirk hadn't specified that he should be thrown under the bed, he would have wished A special table was set up for this doll.

Love and sex - how can there be such beautiful words in the world? Carter only felt that the sleepless days these days had been relieved to the greatest extent because of the appearance of this doll.

He walked back and forth several times in his lonely apartment with the doll in his arms. Carter felt that he had never been so feudal and superstitious as he is now. It is good to learn the mystical Dafa.

He held the doll in his hands and went around the room again and again before reluctantly placing the doll under his bed, not forgetting to make a soft bed for it with a blanket.

But as soon as he straightened up, he felt that something was wrong, and he began to rummage through the room to find something more.

After turning his standard bachelor apartment upside down, Carter finally decided to be simple and rude, and pulled out all the cash in his wallet and put it on the doll mat. This is definitely the highest courtesy that Carter can give.

Let's talk about the old man on the fourth floor who has been missed by our second child on the third floor.

Lester choked on what the proprietress said before he left—"Congratulations, the doll should be able to help you."

Clarissa expressed her innocence. Of course, art comes from life. How can it be convincing if you don't stuff some real things into it?

Although no one's fingerprints were found on the doll, everyone soon knew the true identity of the proprietress' supplier.

Only one desk lamp was on in the whole room, and two black gift boxes lay quietly on the table. The door was closed tightly as if to isolate everything outside the door. Everyone in the observation room was eagerly waiting for what the man inside was about to say. hope.

The box was opened, but in fact no one could see what they looked like. Ai Fan couldn't see them at first, and people outside couldn't get a glimpse of the doll's true face due to the high wall of the gift box.

After just a few breaths, Ai Fan said, "These two dolls were made by the same person."

"But they feel a bit strange to me. The creators are very... holy?" Ai Fan seemed a little at a loss for how to describe it.

Clarissa translated outside: "What Ivan meant was that the producer gave him the feeling that he was spotless, but to be honest, there are too few people like this."

Ai Fan covered the two dolls with both hands: "There is a very strong love in my heart, she should be a very kind white witch, these two dolls are indeed marked with Carter and Molde, they are genuine voodoo baby."

Clarissa slowly said: "The love spells of voodoo are very famous, but they are often passed down by word of mouth for their vicious curses, but if the creator's energy is pure enough, the blessings of voodoo dolls will not be inferior to Any French."

Kirk suddenly became curious: "You are also a witch, so can you do it?"

Clarissa gave him a cold look: "Four candles, a black cloth, some love stones."

Kirk was frightened for a moment and dared not move. Clarissa was not just answering her own question. Her voice overlapped with that of Ivan who suddenly spoke in the interrogation room.

Lester touched his chin: "It seems that the black doll given to the deceased's ex-girlfriend Luna was also made by this witch."

Later, Clarissa brought the black doll into the interrogation room. The two were separated on both sides of the table. Ivan was not in a hurry to express his opinion: "What did you see?"

Although there was still no special expression on Clarissa's face, that look was undoubtedly serious in the eyes of outsiders. Kirk felt that his new colleague might still be reliable.

Clarissa admitted frankly: "I'm not good at hallucinations, I can't see the specific appearance, but they should be made by the same person, and the silhouettes in the backlight under the candlelight are very similar."

Ai Fan curled his lips silently, and made a rare digression after work: "The first time I saw your face, it was almost like this. You were lighting a candle and making a dream catcher."

Clarissa didn't express anything on the surface, but she was really warmed in her heart.

Ji Chuan also laughed. He knew that Ai Fan had been trying to shorten the distance between everyone and Clarissa. After all, Clarissa’s identity and position had changed a lot before and after, and her abilities were quite special. It was really difficult for everyone to feel at ease. To accept her as he accepted Kirk.

Kirk patted his little face: "Every time I listen to the boss talking to Lisa, I feel like a fairy dialogue..."

Ai Fan: "Short red hair, brown pupils, the energy is very clean."

Clarissa: "Yes, above me."

Ai Fan: "Don't be nervous, she didn't notice, she didn't see the problem, she is very simple, she is a girl, a little girl."

Clarissa: "I don't get it, it's weird...she's so young, but she has really strong energy."

Ai Fan sat down, gestured something in the void with his hands, as if making a doll's gesture: "Very proficient, keep practicing and repeating, day after day..."

In the end, there are two conclusions: one is that the maker of the doll is not even ten years old; the other is that the dolls before and after are indeed made by a child with the same angelic face.

As for the rest, it is not difficult to guess, Kirk pressed his temple: "I found out earlier that she didn't let her daughter go to school for a day, and it's not that she didn't think about it. I just really couldn't believe it... As a mother ..."

Ai Fan: "Her family has this inheritance, but this ability skipped her and found her daughter directly."

Clarissa: "I think I may understand what the dream I had last night meant I was stuck in a room with nothing but a bed, she probably didn't teach her daughter anything but how to make A more powerful doll."

Connor felt that this matter was a bit difficult to handle: "But apart from her private involvement with Yule in selling cursed dolls, we really have no other reason to investigate her."

As the guardian of her daughter, she only educated the child in her own way without abuse. This is something that no outsider can sue her from the legal level, but there is no evidence of her collusion with Yule.

At this moment, Kirk's applet issued a prompt: "It's Yule!"

In an instant, everyone's attention was attracted.

Kirk was a little stuck: "He's...he's drinking coffee downstairs..."

Everyone: "..."

Kirk immediately called out the monitor of the coffee shop downstairs. Yule was sitting at the bar facing the monitor impartially. In front of him was old Pod who was busy making coffee. Connor's finger to send a message to Mold immediately It stopped.

As if sensing something, Yuel lifted his head gracefully and met the old Bodean's monitor on the top, and his well-shaped lips silently bumped up and down a few times.

Kirk looked back at the people behind him blankly, and said...

"He asked Ji to go down." Lester said solemnly.

Kirk retorted subconsciously: "How can that be! There are already enough hostages, how can we send Ji down again!"

Clarissa was calm: "That's not it."

"You!" Kirk's voice rose several decibels in an instant.

Ji Chuan smiled helplessly. He didn't know why Yule was so interested in him: "Lisa is right, you can't leave Pod alone, there are still many customers in the store."

Kirk looked at Ji Shanbo's back disappearing through the door exhaustedly, he pouted his lips and muttered in a low voice, "What do you like, you don't hand over Ji obediently every time."

Clarissa said coldly, "You might as well think about why people didn't tell you until they went downstairs to your precious computer."

"You!" Kirk was once again pissed off by Clarissa, but he knew in his heart that it was indeed his fault, and everyone was paying for his mistakes.

The anxious old Pod who was busy downstairs seemed to have seen a savior when he saw Ji Chuan: "Ji! Ai Fan is finally willing to let you down! Hurry up, hurry up, come and help me, there are still a few more glasses!"

Ji Chuan gently gave a questioning look to Yule who was sitting on the bar wearing a hat: "Is it okay?"

Yule waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

This made Old Pod a little confused, why did Ji Bang himself ask his opinion?And... Sure enough, good-looking people know all good-looking people?