The Demon and the Puppeteer

During the taekwondo class, some of Lu Sinian's little thoughts were revealed to Yan Ziyu, although Han Jizhi didn't know if Han Jizhi noticed it. It's too bad.

I have to fight back, Yan Ziyu thought to himself.

After an ordinary day of campus life, returning to Han Qian’s apartment in the evening, Fushiya brought hot food to the dining table, Ah Huang happily played with a shoe, Yan Ziyu turned on the TV to watch animation, Han Jizhi went into the study to do homework, Soon after Han Qian came back from the company, Fushiya helped Han Qian take off his suit and tie, and asked everyone to have dinner together.

"Don't call me Ziyu, just like you, Ziyu has a puppet body." Han Jizhi said to Fushi.

Fushiya was surprised: "Isn't he a demon?"

"My soul has been transferred to a puppet." Yan Ziyu interjected while taking advantage of the advertisement, "I will try your cooking after I recover my body. The food looks delicious."

Fushiya smiled shyly, although he knew that Yan Ziyu's words could not be realized.

When Han Qian and Han Jizhi were eating, Fushi sat and watched, ready to add food or vegetables for them, whatever he wanted to do, as long as he could do something for Han Qian, he would be very satisfied.

After dinner, Han Qian went to the company again. In the past two days, because of the ghosts, Han Qian put aside all the affairs of the fairy puppet. Now it's time to deal with it.

After Fuya cleaned up the table and washed the dishes, he had nothing to do, and the sense of disobedience of being in the same space with Yan Ziyu and Han Jizhi suddenly surfaced. He stood stiffly for a while, then suddenly made up his mind, and whispered to Han Jizhi: " I have something to tell you."

The two walked to the balcony, Yan Ziyu glanced sideways and turned down the volume of the TV.

In the evening of early winter, the sky was already very dark, and it was almost impossible to see the bottom from the ninth floor. Fushiya was silent for a while before saying, "You should know that there is a blood stone fragment in my body."

Han Jizhi nodded.

"Master asked me to find an appropriate time to give you the fragments. I don't know when is the appropriate time. Now that Qian is away and you have nothing else to do, I think this time should be appropriate." Fushiya smiled.

Han Jizhi didn't know what to say.

The two were silent.

Fushiya's thoughts were a little far away, his fingers were entangled unconsciously, and he suddenly asked after a while, "Can you listen to my story?"

Han Jizhi nodded.

To be precise, it's not Fuya's story, but Cheng Lang's.

The first time Cheng Lang met Han Qian was in a five-star hotel. At that time, Cheng Lang was working as a waiter in the hotel. He was married and lived a stable life. Take it all.

At that time, Cheng Lang was going to deliver breakfast to Han Qian. When Han Qian opened the door, he only wore a bath towel around his waist, his upper body was naked and thin.

Cheng Lang didn't dare to look at Han Qian squarely, flustered, his hands trembling when he poured the coffee, a drop dripped on the white tablecloth, Cheng Lang became more and more nervous.

Han Qian was in the right mood at the time, propping his cheeks to observe him, with a teasing smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand and said, "I'll do it myself."

When the coffee pots were turned, Han Qian's fingers touched Cheng Lang's skin, and through that skin, Cheng Lang's whole body was going to burn, and his face was thinly red.

Seeing that Cheng Lang was uncomfortable, Han Qian kindly asked him to leave.

Cheng Lang left as if fleeing, and when he went out, he heard another voice, clear and sweet, with a delicate voice, it was a young man: "Why are you so energetic, it's not fair..."

Every detail is there.

"Do you believe in fate?" Fuya asked Han Jizhi, before Han Jizhi could answer, Fuya said to himself, "I believe in fate."

Cheng Lang had a dream on the first night when he saw Han Qian. In the dream, someone was kissing his cock and stroking his desire. That person had innocent and cold eyes, gentle and cruel.Heavy, unable to wake up, unwilling to wake up, ashamed to wake up.

The next day, Cheng Lang and his colleagues changed shifts and were responsible for cleaning up the house when the guests went out. After that, they didn't see Han Qian for three consecutive days.

On the night of the fourth day, Cheng Lang picked up a stray dog ​​at the intersection when he got off work, that is, Ah Huang, and Han Qian with wet hair.

"He said he was poured a glass of boiling water by an old lover." Fushiya smiled happily, "and his wallet was stolen by his current lover."

The unlucky Han Qian met the kind Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang's wife was on night shift that day, and Cheng Lang brought Han Qian home, one carelessly teasing, the other obedient, inexplicably, naturally, a spring breeze.

If there is a first night, there will be a second night, and if there is a second night, there will be a third night, and it is out of control.

"Later my wife found out about my affairs, so I simply divorced and lived with Han Qian."

Cheng Lang knew that Han Qian was romantic, and it was impossible for him to stay with him for a long time. Even so, Cheng Lang abandoned everything and followed Han Qian.

Han Qian's novelty towards Cheng Lang passed quickly, and then he found one lover after another, and he didn't shy away from Cheng Lang. Grinding for two years.

"I'm the lover who stayed by his side the longest." Fushiya laughed at himself, "I take myself too seriously."

Cheng Lang hoped to be with Han Qian forever, but Han Qian began to tire of Cheng Lang, tired of his concern, his silence, and his boredom. All kinds of accumulation finally broke out, and Han Qian let Cheng Lang leave.

Cheng Lang obediently left Han Qian's apartment, and that night, he was killed by Instant Mian Liu.

After telling the ending of the story flatly, Fuya asked Han Jizhi: "Do you think Qian loves me?"

"... Loved it."

"I have loved... This kind of person is really cunning." Fushiya jumped onto the balcony, "He can devote himself wholeheartedly, and he can also leave wholeheartedly. Even if my death leaves a knot in his heart, he can still fall in love with many people people."

Putting his hands on his chest, Fushiya said the last words: "Tell him, I don't hate him."

The blood-red fairy stone fell into Han Jizhi's hands, and Fushi fell from the ninth floor and shattered.

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In the middle of the night, when everyone was probably asleep, Yan Ziyu sneaked out of the bedroom, carrying the shards of the fairy stone with him. First, he wanted to hide the shards of the fairy stone, and then he wanted to settle the score with Lu Sinian.

Unexpectedly, there was a person sitting in the living room, the living room was not turned on, and the living room was shrouded in thick darkness. The person sat quietly on the sofa, like a statue.

Yan Ziyu had sharp eyesight and could see that the man was Han Qian.

"Why is uncle still up so late?" Yan Ziyu asked Han Qian in a low voice.

"Huh? Oh, thinking about something." Han Qian's voice was a little hoarse, "What about you?"

"The moonlight is good today, I'm going out to inhale spiritual energy."

"Oh, come back soon."

"Ok."

Han Qian was absent-minded, and Yan Ziyu couldn't ask for it. After all, he was going to do something shady.

First, he went back to Han's villa, and after hiding the fairy stone fragments, Yan Ziyu shrunk down and came to Lu Sinian's home.

This is the second time for Yan Ziyu to come to Lu Sinian's house. Let's check the whole thing first. There is no one on the first floor. Lin En and Su Ying are sleeping on the second floor. They are on the south and north sides respectively. Lu Sinian sleeps on the third floor. .

Yan Ziyu sneaked into Lynn's room, and Lynn was snoring slightly. Yan Ziyu found a gun in Lynn's bedside table, stuffed the gun into his trouser waist, and knocked the water glass down on purpose, making a crisp sound.

Lynn was awakened in an instant. When he got up, he only saw a figure flashing through the crack of the door. Lynn quickly jumped out of bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table. He couldn't find the gun. After hesitating, Lynn chased after him.

The figure didn't run very fast at the beginning. Lynn turned on the light while chasing, and the back of the intruder became clear. He was wearing a light brown coat, tall and thin, and had long hair. Lynn accelerated, and the intruder also accelerated. The speed quickly ran up to the third floor, and Lynn couldn't see anyone for a moment.

When Lin En ran up to the third floor, the corridor on the third floor was quiet, no one could be seen, and the intruder did not know which room he was hiding in.

After thinking for a while, Lynn pushed open the door of Lu Sinian's room. The door was unlocked. At the same time, the smell of blood suddenly permeated——

The white quilt was soaked in blood, Lu Sinian sat up with difficulty, covered his abdomen with one hand, frowned and looked towards the window——

The window was wide open, the cold wind was blowing in, and the curtains fluttered.

"Don't call the police." Lu Sinian said before fainting.

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The next day, Yan Ziyu happily followed Han Jizhi to school. According to his plan, Lu Sinian should be dead, and the murderer should point to Lin En, because the gun belonged to Lin En, and there should be only Lin En's fingerprints on it (puppet) No fingerprints), and Lynn had sufficient motive for the murder, the police would not suspect him.

Lu Sinian and Lin En didn't come to school until noon. When the classmates were discussing, Yan Ziyu deliberately sent a voice transmission to Han Jizhi: "Officer, why didn't Lu Sinian and Lin En come today? Are they sick?"

Unexpectedly, when class started in the afternoon, Lu Sinian and Lin En came. Lu Sinian was sitting in a wheelchair, and Lin En was pushing the wheelchair. The teacher praised: "Student Lu Sinian had a car accident yesterday, but he insisted on coming to study today. , it shows his perseverance, everyone should learn a lot from Lu Sinian!"

Everyone's eyes were on Lu Sinian, but Yan Ziyu could feel that Lu Sinian's eyes were only on Han Jizhi.

After Lu Sinian arrived at his seat, Alisa first expressed her concern, and Han Jizhi then said, "Recover well."

"I'm here for you." Lu Sinian lowered his head and whispered, as if talking to himself, a blush appeared on his pale face.

Han Jizhi didn't speak, Yan Ziyu couldn't see Han Jizhi's expression, most people would be moved by Lu Sinian's words, right?

Yan Ziyu thought sadly and angrily: I should have fired more shots at the beginning!

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