The Demon and the Puppeteer

As night fell, except for a round moon that was still shining brightly in the sky, it was difficult to find traces of the night sky thousands of years ago.The stars disappeared, replaced by colorful neon lights.

On the tallest building in City S, at the place closest to the moon, strands of brilliance intertwined and cascaded down, and entered a thin lip along an invisible track, a light-colored thin lip, and the brilliance flowed into beads between the lips and teeth time, and then into another person's mouth.

A bloody hole in Han Jizhi's chest began to grow, and his heartbeat gradually became stronger.

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Front page headline: Legendary puppeteer Han Zhen died in his ancestral home, the cause of death is a mystery!

The gatekeeper of the Han family's ancestral home discovered the body of master Han Zhen in an abandoned room at 17 o'clock last night. After investigation by the police, Han Zhen died of suffocation, but the forensic doctor found no foreign objects in Han Zhen's trachea, and Han Zhen had no relevant medical history.Judging from the scene, there is a piece of ground that is abnormally clean compared to other places. The police suspect that someone has cleaned up the scene.According to experts' investigation, there was a lot of blood on the ground, but Han Zhen didn't have any wounds on his body.It is reported that Han Zhen and his grandson Han Jizhi entered the ancestral home at [-]:[-] last night. The police suspected that the bloodstains belonged to Han Jizhi. They preliminarily concluded that this was a murder case.Hope the police can find Han Jizhi as soon as possible, let us pray for this [-]-year-old boy.

Figure: crime scene

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Walking with Han Jizhi in the middle of the night in a dark and cramped alley, with stinky garbage on both sides, a wild dog suddenly jumped out of the garbage dump, its eyes glowing green, so frightened that Yan Ziyu jumped up and hugged Han Jizhi Waist, white robe lifted to reveal white feet.This is the fear inherent in nature, which cannot be changed.

Han Jizhi was suddenly hugged by Yan Ziyu, some blood oozed from his chest unbearably, the pain made him gasp.

Yan Ziyu hastily let go of his hand, supported Han Jizhi and said pitifully, "Officer, I didn't do it on purpose..."

"It's okay... Are you... barefoot?"

"It's okay, I like to be barefoot, it's closer to the earth, although I don't have any sense of touch now."

Han Jizhi smiled, clutching his chest, walked to the wall, tore off an old leaflet on the wall, and said with great effort, "The clinic is just ahead."

The clinic Han Jizhi mentioned was a black clinic. He learned from a gangster he met on the road that it was the best black clinic nearby.The gangster ran away after speaking, as if he had seen a ghost.That's right, the blood on Han Jizhi's shirt could be squeezed out in a pot, and beside him was a strange long-haired man in a white robe.

The clinic's lights were dim and uncertain, Han Jizhi hesitated, but went in anyway.

The doctor was a bearded uncle, biting an unlit cigarette, lifted up Han Jizhi's shirt, glanced at his chest, and said in a vague voice, "The wound is not fatal..."

"Dad, can you take the cigarette and talk properly?" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl gave the doctor a white look while holding a plate of medical tools.

The doctor spit out the cigarette, looked carefully at Han Jizhi's chest, and said clearly, "A few stitches are enough."

Yan Ziyu leaned over and asked curiously, "Can I see how you sew?"

"Just look at it." The girl smiled, "What are you cospalying?"

Yan Ziyu didn't know what "squeeze to death with tiredness", so he scratched his head and laughed "hehe" to get over the topic.

After thorough hemostasis and debridement, the doctor began to suture, Yan Ziyu was amazed at the side, and Han Jizhi was almost numb from the pain.

After finishing, the doctor stretched out his hand to Yan Ziyu: "Five hundred yuan."

Although he didn't know what "Yuan" was, but guessed that he was going to give money, and he had no money, Yan Ziyu helplessly spread his hands and shook his head.

Han Jizhi struggled to get up: "We don't have any money with us, but I can call someone to wire money to you. I am Han Jizhi, the son of Han Yi, the founder of Xianyuan Puppetry. Please trust us."

The doctor frowned, and the girl grabbed Han Jizhi's hand with surprise on her face: "You are Mr. Han's son? Then we don't need medical expenses, can you ask your father to make me another puppet? My name is Su Ying, a week ago I begged Mr. Han to make me a real puppet, and within a day after Mr. Han made it for me, the puppet disappeared in the middle of the night..."

Han Jizhi hesitated and said, "Father is not here these days, but I can do it for you."

Su Ying was a little frustrated and let go of Han Jizhi's hand.

The doctor lit a cigarette and stared at the calm boy: "How are you doing? Compare with your dad."

Before Han Jizhi could speak, Yan Ziyu rushed to say: "The puppet he made is so realistic! It's almost like a real person. If you don't believe me, you can ask him to make one on the spot."

So Han Jizhi spent 10 minutes making a puppet hastily, and the father and daughter believed in his craftsmanship for the time being.

Han Jizhi: "Before making it, I need to know the life of the original puppet."

"Mr. Han also said that before." Su Ying nodded, "His name is Xiaolang. He was born at 1990 o'clock on October 10, 3. His mother died of dystocia, and his father died of alcoholism... He has a pair of very beautiful Eyes, squinting slightly when looking at people, looks very bold. He likes to wander aimlessly, often steals things, fights, and every fight is like risking his life. At the beginning, he often came to our clinic for bone grafting, bandaging, and sewing He never complained of pain, he was still smiling at me when he was stitching, and then he came less frequently..."

The girl talked with relish, she seemed to have admiration for the little wolf, and when she mentioned such negative words as "stealing and fighting", her eyes shone with admiration.

"He died in a car accident." Su Ying's tone suddenly sank, "It was Lu Tiange who killed him, and I saw it with my own eyes."

Su Ying took out a photo of Little Wolf, which seemed to be taken in an alley. Under the dim streetlights, he raised his head slightly, with a cigarette in his hand and brought it to his mouth. A light brown mole underneath reveals a strange charm...

She looked very much like, or was like, Lu Sinian at all.

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Entertainment News: Han Jizhi was found by the police. He was kidnapped and escaped. His uncle Han Qian took him back to City A. His father Han Yi never showed up.

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"what are you?"

"I am a demon. Han Xuan introduced my three souls and seven souls into this puppet body 1000 years ago, and then sealed me. Only the blood of the Han family can untie it. Officer, you gave me heart and soul. From then on From now on, I will be yours."

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The precious sound treated with pomegranate veneer high-gloss technology trembled slightly, and the gorgeous and agile melody of "Sound of Spring Waltz" echoed in the room. There were a lot of clothes scattered on the simple solid wood bed, and a person in front of the full-length mirror on one side twisted along with the melody. Moving her body, pink lips and bright teeth humming intermittently, a pair of slender white hands dexterously unbuttoned the obsidian-like buttons of the shirt, gradually exposing the delicate collarbone, bright chest, and smooth belly, pulling her arms, throwing the shirt on the bed, He picked out another white short sleeve and put it on, just as it was stuck under his armpit, the bathroom door opened.

Just after taking a bath, his complexion was softer than usual, his short black hair was not as smooth as usual, and the roots were curled up with crystal drops of water, but his dark eyes were still unmoved. Move away after slight contact.

Although both of them are men, Yan Ziyu's short sleeves are stuck in an embarrassing place, and the two spots on his chest are particularly eye-catching, and the abruptness creates an ambiguous atmosphere.Yan Ziyu subconsciously looked at his bare chest, pulled down his short sleeves after a sly smile, and watched Han Jizhi approach with a smirk.

He came so close, so close, the warm breath on his neck - he could still imagine the feeling even though he was parasitized in the puppet, he walked behind him and put a hand on his neck. Neck, he imagined, his hands should be cold to the touch, next to his neck, his bony and powerful hands grabbed his black hair and freed his long hair from the clothes.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to have your hair tucked in your clothes?" Han Jizhi smiled half-smile, and whispered with his lips next to his ear, while his hands were in an encircling gesture, leaving only a little room behind his chest, as if he wanted to kiss him in a trance earlobe.

Han Jizhi's state is a bit strange, is he confused by his beauty?Yan Ziyu stepped back and opened the distance between the two of them who were too close.

"Uh...thank you, I'm a puppet, I don't feel it." Yan Ziyu scratched his head, looked at the messy bed he had made unnaturally, jumped to the side of the bed to tidy up his clothes and said, "Officer Don't be angry, I just saw these novelty clothes and wanted to try them on...I didn't expect people's tastes to change so much after 1000 years..."

"It doesn't matter, these clothes are bought for you." As if the strange atmosphere had never appeared before, Han Jizhi and Yan Ziyu cleaned up together, "I have to go to school tomorrow, do you want to stay at home or go with me?"

"With the officials, of course." Yan Ziyu said with a grin, "I can become a little puppet, so that the officials can take me all the time."

"……Um."

At this time, the brook-like melody of "The Concerto of Love" was flowing quietly. Han Jizhi lowered his eyes, folded the soft clothes flexibly with his fingers, and said after a while: "Do you know what the blood soul stone and the blood soul stone are?"

"I don't know too well, but there is such a legend. It is said that 1 years ago, there was a war between humans, gods, and demons. Blood flowed into rivers, and resentment was soaring. , that is, the blood soul stone, in which the human soul is especially restless, and always provokes the struggle with the god soul and demon soul, so the blood soul stone simply splits into another stone, which is dedicated to carrying the seven emotions of the human soul: joy, anger, Sorrow, fear, love, evil, desire, that is, the blood soul stone, so the human soul settles down. Originally, after a person dies, the three souls have their own belongings, and the seven souls will dissipate due to the separation of the three souls, but the blood soul stone It is a natural treasure that can attract people's three souls, so the seven souls will not dissipate. Based on this, you can use the blood soul stone and the blood soul stone to retain a person's three souls and seven souls, and introduce them into his body, so that A certain sense of immortality can be achieved."

"So, what if the blood soul stone and the blood soul stone split? What will happen?"

Yan Ziyu was stunned: "Split? There are fragments of fairy stones in the officer's body, did the officer feel anything?"

"I can feel a distant belonging since I was a child, which is a feeling of belonging to a whole. But recently, I feel that feeling has collapsed, and several threads are vaguely involved. I suspect that the fairy stone has split."

"If it splits... nothing will happen, right?" Yan Ziyu smiled, "After all, the fragments of the fairy stone in the official's body were brought with him when he was born, right? The fairy stone has long been incomplete, and nothing has happened."

Rolling his eyes, Yan Ziyu propped his hands on the edge of the bed, raised his head slightly, and stared at Han Jizhi with his bright black eyes: "Does the official want to find the fairy stone? If you do, can the official Help me change my body? The puppet body is really uncomfortable."

Han Jizhi stared into Yan Ziyu's eyes: "OK..."

"The official is so kind..." Yan Ziyu threw himself into Han Jizhi's arms and rubbed against his chest, "Then let's start the investigation from that little wolf. The disappearance of uncle and aunt, the disappearance of the fairy stone, and the disappearance of the puppet of the little wolf are definitely among them. What is the connection? And the officials have a sense of the fairy stone, so it will be easier for us to find it."

Han Jizhi unconsciously raised his hand, paused, and placed his palm on Yan Ziyu's head in a smooth arc. He gently stroked his hair and asked an irrelevant question, "Are your eyes brown?" ?”

Yan Ziyu was startled, and then smiled shyly: "Yes, officer, the image I entrusted to you in the dream is the image of my physical body from cultivation, does it look good?"

"……nice."