Living Paper

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Bai Zhun glanced at the oriole, and pursed his lips: "If it's broken, it's broken, why are you picking it up?"

Although he said so, his hand had already stretched out, and his fingertips lightly stroked the broken part of the squirrel's wing.

Huo Zhenye saw it and smiled. This person always has a hard mouth and a soft heart.

He grabbed Bai Zhun's wheelchair and pushed him into the inner room: "It saved me once, I can't just leave it alone, look at it, can it be saved?"

He pushed Bai Zhun to the front of the table, and opened the drawers of the bamboo box on the table for Bai Zhun, and took out the thin bamboo knife from inside.

Bai Zhun frowned, and made a paper boat in front of him once, but he memorized the steps firmly, reached out and took the bamboo knife, and with a flick of the knife tip, he lifted the broken half of the oriole's wing.

Split a small hole in the bamboo strip, and pull out the bamboo thread. The bamboo thread is flexible and thin, and it will not break when bent. This is the bird bone.

Huo Zhenye was watching. There were no chairs in this room, and he didn't sit. He squatted in front of the table, staring at Bai Zhun's hand.

Bai Zhun's ten fingers were slender, with well-defined joints, light and strong, and when he folded bamboo threads like paper, his fingers flew in the air, and a three-inch-long bamboo thread turned into a bird's wing in his palm.

Picked out another piece of white paper, dyed it black and yellow with a pen, and drew a yellow waist and black wings for this little squirrel.

After painting, Bai Zhun shook the paper: "It's called Golden Wing." The name Ah Chiu simply doesn't match the hair he drew.

"Then... just call it Ah Jin?"

The paper touched the bird's bone, and the golden wings immediately "lived". It was still a small ball, and it walked up two steps with its tail cocked, its two wings raised left and right, and its eyes rolled around.

He turned his head towards Bai Zhun and opened his mouth, flapped his wings, circled up, landed on Bai Zhun's shoulder, and rubbed his beak affectionately against Bai Zhun's earlobe.

Rubbing until Bai Zhun itched, he stretched out his hand to rub Jin Chi's head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Huo Zhenye kept watching, and suddenly said: "How about I give you a bird? A real bird, the one that can sing, or do you like one that can read poems and talk?"

He always wanted to add a little sound to this room, and couldn't bear to see Bai Zhun like this, happy in loneliness.

Bai Zhun turned his face slightly. Before he could speak, Gold Wing jumped up with a "whoosh", pounced on Huo Zhenye's face, and poked Huo Zhenye's face with its small sharp beak. If it could bark, it must be angry at this moment. Tweet.

Huo Zhenye took two steps back and covered his forehead: "It doesn't like the name I gave it?"

Bai Zhun propped his head on one hand, leaned his elbow on the armrest of the wheelchair, looked at it with a smile for a while, and finally said: "It saved you once, and you want to get a bird to share with it."

This little thing is so jealous?

Huo Zhenye wanted to laugh and covered his face with his hands: "Then I'll find a female bird for it! How about the white waist and red top?"

Gold Wing stopped attacking abruptly, it tilted its head, twisted its chubby body, and accepted Huo Zhenye's proposal.

Huo Zhenye rubbed his cheeks and murmured softly, "It's true that things follow the owner."

"What did you say?" Bai Zhun didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Huo Zhenye quickly shook his head: "Have you eaten yet? What do you want to eat? Shall I go buy it?"

"It's already delivered." Bai Zhun smiled, and the wheelchair rolled into the living room. Axiu had already set up the dishes, and there were some refreshing stir-fried vegetables on the table, with a dish of eight-treasure gourd duck in the middle.

Eight-treasure gourd duck is very sophisticated. The internal organs of the duck must be emptied first, then the whole duck is boneless, stuffed with sea cucumber, chicken breast, ham, scallops and glutinous rice, and tied into the shape of a gourd. This kind of dish must be ordered in advance.

Bai Zhun smiled, tapped the duck with the tip of his chopsticks, and said politely, "Please."

Then a chopstick cut open the belly of the duck, and ate ham and shrimp from it.

Huo Zhenye suddenly thought of the few people who died in the Hongkou warehouse, with thin skins and intestines leaking all over the place, his face turned green.

He looked at Bai Zhun, this man must have done it on purpose!

Bai Zhun was still smiling, sending the shrimp to his mouth with the tip of his chopsticks, Huo Zhenye's face turned greener.

In the end, Huo Zhenye only ate vegetarian food. He felt that he would not be able to eat meat for half a month, but Bai Zhun was in a good mood and ate half a bowl of Babao duck.

When the tea was brewed, Huo Zhenye took a big sip, the more Bai Zhun looked at his face, the more he ate more slowly, and he even made a frown on purpose in order to tease him to take a few more sips.

"Why don't you talk about the case today?" Bai Zhun held a secret-colored porcelain teacup in his hand, took off Fumo with the tea lid, put it to his mouth and blew gently, he was really full.

He took a sip of black tea, his pale lips were stained with brown, and his complexion seemed to be alive.

Huo Zhenye hesitated.

With unpredictable eyes, Bai Zhun swept across Huo Zhenye's suit pocket without a trace, and with a touch of his fingertip, the squirrel flew up, plunged into Huo Zhenye's arms, and got into his suit pocket.

"Hey, hey" Huo Zhenye wanted to throw the little squirrel out of the bag, but he was afraid of hurting it. Just as he touched its tail hair, he was pecked backwards, and a white mark was pecked on the tiger's mouth.

The oriole took out the paper and flew into Bai Zhun's palm, shaking its head, triumphantly.

This bird was simply repaying its kindness, Huo Zhenye glared at it.

Bai Zhun scratched the circle of yellow feathers around its neck, nodded and praised it: "Well done."

He folded the paper up again after reading it. The oriole pecked at it with its small beak, grabbed it and then returned it. It was about to slip into Huo Zhenye's pocket. Huo Zhenye grabbed it with his open hand and rubbed it twice in the palm of his hand like punishment: " Bad stuff!"

"Who are you scolding?" Bai Zhun suspected that he was accusing Sang of Huai.

"I'm scolding myself." Huo Zhenye moved a small bamboo stool and sat beside Bai Zhun: "Song Fusheng and his wife raised a paper doll, and that paper doll seems to have turned into a spirit. This is the address of the paper making shop."

"Have you raised a paper doll?" Bai Zhun's face remained unchanged. Anyone with this skill is a member of the Seven Schools. Since he is a member of the Seven Schools, why didn't he come to see him?

"What is attached to that paper doll?" Huo Zhenye was very courageous, otherwise he would not have seen the female ghost and wanted to fight hard, but he still felt a little creepy when he thought of the paper doll.

"Anything is possible, but it's not their son anyway."

"The old man of all things, his spirit can assume a human form." Bai Zhun took a sip of tea slowly. It takes hundreds of years for a thing to become a man, and it takes hundreds of years to become a man. People are better possessed.

Of course, the paper dolls also have spirits, and strong love will make the paper dolls more and more "live".

Bai Zhun drank his tea with lowered eyes, then looked up at the courtyard.

Across the patio wall, the sound of kicking shuttlecocks came from outside. Xiaoyan slapped her hands and counted for Axiu, "98, 99, one hundred!"

The colorful chicken feather shuttlecock fluttered on Axiu's feet, and the higher she kicked it, the shuttlecock appeared and disappeared from above the gray eaves, and she could see it even when she was sitting in the house.

The more Axiu kicked, the louder Xiaoyan's voice was: "Axiu! You are so good! Can you dance rubber bands? Then I will teach you how to dance rubber bands."

Axiu is becoming more and more like a living person, because Xiaoyan has acquired enough obsession, so she knows how to wear good-looking clothes, run a house like others, drink afternoon tea, and play shuttlecock.

Bai Zhun didn't stop it on purpose because Xiaoyan's mind was pure enough.

"Then why did it kill people? It wasn't Xiaojie, but it killed the kidnapper who kidnapped Xiaojie." Huo Zhenye couldn't understand, he also thought that the ghost possessed by the paper figurine was Xiaojie.

"Someone gave it enough love and enough hate." Bai Zhun gently rubbed his stomach, the glutinous rice was really hard to digest, he seemed to be really full.

The paper figurine completely inherited Mrs. Song's hatred and murderous intent towards the kidnappers, so it went to kill the kidnappers, using a brutal way of killing.

"Song Fusheng said it wants to be a human, how should it be a human?"

Bai Zhun closed his long eyelashes and yawned.

Qi Ye was tired, Qi Ye didn't want to say anything.

Huo Zhenye let out a indulgent chuckle, he pushed Bai Zhun into the inner room, stretched out his arms to pick him up, and put him on the bed, from such a close look, every eyelash could be clearly seen.

Huo Zhenye embraced Bai Zhun, staying in this "letting" posture for too long, Bai Zhun slightly opened his eyes, and looked at Huo Zhenye with intense eyes.

Huo Zhenye's throat slipped, and being stared at like this, his heart paused first, then he jumped up.

But he didn't let go, Bai Zhun moved slightly on the pillow, and told him mercifully: "It wants a human skin, if it can't get it, it will keep looking for it."

That's why Mrs. Song took those children home. She was looking for a suitable skin for "Xiaojie".

Huo Zhenye found it ridiculous, but at the same time felt eerie: "With a piece of human skin, can a paper doll become a living person?"

Bai Zhun turned his head away: "I don't know." Bamboo bones are covered with human skin, which is a forbidden technique in the door, and those who practice this technique will be punished by heaven.

"Does that have something to do with you?" Huo Zhenye felt that the paper piercing man, 77, was not so simple, and it was aimed at Bai Zhun.

"Yes." Bai Zhun's voice became softer. Speaking of which, he had to accept Huo Zhenye's affection. If he hadn't tracked down the Song family so quickly, the paper figurine would have caused some trouble.

Regardless of whether they came for him or not, Qimen has an inescapable responsibility, let the paper figurine do the murder, it's hard to explain to the City God.

But he didn't intend to remind Huo Zhenye.

When Bai Zhun was speaking, his breath brushed against Huo Zhenye's cheeks, carrying the aroma of tea.

Huo Zhenye let him go quickly, with an unnatural expression on his face: "Then I'll go back to the arrest room, and the search must be intensified." That thing might kill people and skin them, "Is there any way to restrain it?"

"Fire." Bai Zhun yawned lazily and nestled under the quilt.

After Huo Zhenye asked, he turned his head and left the small building of Bai's house. Bai Zhun raised his head and looked at the door. This person has always been thicker than the city wall. Was that, shy?

Bai Zhun chuckled softly, all the people in the room knew that the master was in a good mood, he half-lyed on the pillow after laughing, with a movement of two fingers, dozens of birds flew out of the room in an instant.

"Go, find that paper man." Who would dare to do these tricks under his nose.

More than a dozen paper birds flew out of the courtyard, walked through the halls and alleys, and disappeared into the blue sky.

When Huo Zhenye came to the arrest room, he first asked about the progress of the case, with a sad face on his face: "There are no clues at all, and there are several false reports."

Various tabloids tried their best to exaggerate the disappearance of children this time, and they did not know where they got the news, so they dug out that these children all had the same birthday.

They even made up a gimmick of "resurrecting the soul with a dead body", which frightened families with children. Some children obviously ran out to play, but the family members couldn't find them for a moment, so they rushed to the arrest room to report the crime.

It is also said that Mrs. Song was seen somewhere, and the patrols rushed over, either they were in vain, or they caught the wrong person.

The superiors asked them to patrol in shifts. Originally, they dispatched one group a day. Now two groups of people have to go out. touched.

"Where did you go to find someone?"

"The train station, the wharf and so on." They were afraid that she would leave Shanghai, because Mrs. Song was a woman, so they didn't go to brothels and opium dens to look for her.

Huo Zhenye thought for a while: "Song Ying is pampered, even if she runs away, she will not hide in that kind of place, she will choose a safe and comfortable place where no one will disturb her."

The big head thought for a long time: "Is there such a place where she can go in casually?"

"Hotel." As long as you change your name, you can stay in the hotel temporarily, not to mention Song Ying still has money.

As soon as Huo Zhenye finished speaking, there was news that the Song family's car had been found and parked by the Pujiang River, and there were almost all luxury hotels there.

The arresting room immediately began to search for women staying alone in various hotels.The Indians welcoming the guests and the room attendants at the hotel all remembered Song Ying because she was very beautiful, carrying a small suitcase with a six or seven-year-old boy.

Song Ying never came out after entering the private room, but when they broke into the private room, there was no one in it.

Mrs. Song ran away again.

Huo Zhenye searched carefully in the private room, Song Ying might leave some clues pointing to where she will go next.He heard the sound of "Tuk Tuk Tuk" by the window.

Looking up, the little oriole Ah Jiu was standing on the window sill of the outer wall of the private room of the hotel, and it tapped the glass with its beak.

Huo Zhenye pushed open the window, and the oriole flew into the house, landed on his shoulder, and patted him with its wings.

"Did you find Song Ying?" Huo Zhenye asked in a low voice, avoiding others.

The little squirrel puffed its chest out and nodded, showing high spirits.

The other patrols were still searching, Huo Zhenye patted his head and said, "Follow me, let's look elsewhere."

The oriole was flying in front, and Huo Zhenye drove behind, and the big head noticed it: "Mr. Huo... shall we follow the bird?"

Huo Zhenye really couldn't explain it, so he had no choice but to keep silent. They drove out of the city to the farmland in the outskirts, surrounded by more than a dozen people, and the oriole stopped on a tree beside the farmland.

Huo Zhenye stopped the car, and the big head walked over with him.

They found Song Ying.

To be exact, it was Song Ying's body. She was curled up in the middle of the field, the skin on her back was torn off.

The author has something to say: Bai: Shy?

Huo: a little bit