The Demon and the Puppeteer

The neon signboard of the Quisiva Bar flickers, and one corner hangs with wires hanging down to look crumbling. The signboard looks like it has been used for decades, but in fact it was deliberately designed by the owner of the bar, Han Qian. However, in Han Jizhi’s opinion, there is no aesthetic feeling.

Han Qian is considered a wonderful flower of the Han family. He has no talent for aesthetics, and he has mild color blindness. Except for some shares in the company that are completely insulated from puppets, he runs a bar by himself, and occasionally mixes drinks at the bar. A little romance, very comfortable.

Because of Han Zhen's death, Han Yi and Daji disappeared, Han Qian temporarily took over the Xianyuan Puppet Company and took care of Han Jizhi. Although it was caring, Han Qian would not interfere too much with Han Jizhi's life, after all, he was still a 17-year-old adult.

The restless music, restless dance, and restless lights in the bar made Han Jizhi feel uncomfortable. After passing through the crowd and sitting in front of the bar, Han Qian took off his glasses and waved to him.

The glasses Han Qian wears are specially made color-blind glasses, the shape of which is no different from that of sunglasses.When he took off his glasses, there was such a clean smell, and when he put them on, he looked like a playboy.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

"Eh? Didn't your friend named Yan Ziyu come? It would be nice for the two of you to come out and have fun together. If he comes, he will be very popular."

"He's not used to bars."

"He's a good boy." Han Qian skillfully mixed a glass of Daiquiri and placed it in front of Han Jizhi, "I received two orders to order real puppets, and the two customers said that their original puppets had disappeared and asked to make another one." , and it must be exactly the same as the previous one. The problem is that the two orders were taken by the eldest brother himself. No one in the company can make the same puppet. I can't do anything but come to you. One of the customers asked to finish it within five days , it is written in the information, I hope it will not delay your studies, this is the relevant information."

"No." Han Jizhi took the materials and put them away, and drank the light blue-gray cocktail in one gulp, "How is Linde's puppet making?"

Han Qian hesitated: "It's okay."

Han Jizhi: "The media paid a lot of attention to Linde's puppets before my grandfather died. Now that my grandfather is dead, the media must pay more attention to the results. Uncle, let me make them. I don't want the reputation of the Han family to be ruined."

Han Qian was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and patted Han Jizhi's shoulder: "It's up to you... You can have fun tonight, uncle will open a private room for you."

"No need, uncle." Han Jizhi got up, "I still have homework to finish."

Han Qian shrugged regretfully: "If you feel depressed, you can come and play anytime, and you can put aside your homework."

Han Jizhi smiled: "Thank you uncle."

After getting rid of a woman who was trying to strike up a conversation, and walking out of the restless bar, Han Ji got into the car, the driver started the engine, and the car slid across the ground like running water.

It was already late when we got back to the villa. In the living room, Yan Ziyu was wearing pajamas with a cartoon pattern of foxes, leaning on the sofa and hugging a pillow, watching TV with great interest.

"The officer is back!"

Yan Ziyu has a keen sense of hearing, and he noticed Han Jizhi's first step into the room, but it gave Han Jizhi the illusion that he was always paying attention to whether he came back.

Yan Ziyu put down his pillow, rushed up happily and gave Han Jizhi a bear hug, then pursed his mouth and complained, "I'm so bored when the official isn't here, the official doesn't take me to any good places to play..."

"It's not suitable for you." Han Jizhi patted his head and changed the subject, "What are you looking at?"

"It's a show recommended to me by the housekeeper. It's a comedy master Tao Ran's work. I didn't expect the housekeeper to like to watch such a funny show." Yan Ziyu took Han Jizhi to the TV to watch, "Tao Ran's tenth anniversary of his death will be in five days. Hey, she is so amazing, I almost burst out laughing watching her works. The host said that she is actually a very beautiful woman, but she is so ugly just for comedy effect... What a pity, I really want to see her See her for real."

"Five days... I also liked her very much when I was a child... My father once made a real puppet of her, and there may be a picture of her in the study."

"Really? Let's go and see!"

Han Yi's study room is very orderly, and the books and documents are placed in a certain order, except for a thick document on the middle floor next to the desk, which shows that Han Yi often takes it.

Han Jizhi glanced at the bookshelf and picked out the document. He flipped through it casually at first, but then he looked more and more carefully.

"Have you found it?" Yan Ziyu leaned forward and stood on tiptoe, resting his chin on Han Jizhi's shoulder.

"Hmm." Han Yi pulled out a photo from the file, which was dated. In the photo, a thin woman was sitting on a pear-carved wooden chair. Her pointed chin and slightly sunken cheekbones made her look a bit Haggard, and she has melancholy eyes and tight lips, which is quite different from the character image on the screen, but she is indeed a beautiful woman with a kind of classical beauty that has settled down.

"It's different from what I imagined, isn't she happy?" When Yan Ziyu spoke, his chin stabbed deeper into Han Jizhi's shoulder, panicked.Yan Ziyu also has a pointed chin.

"She suffered from depression and died by suicide."

"What is depression?"

"I don't know the specifics. It's probably because of genetics, environment or some things in life that I have been in a low mood."

"Ah... I didn't expect such a melancholy woman to perform such a joyous play." Yan Ziyu sighed, and read aloud when he saw the information about Tao Ran in the document, "Her parents are both teachers, I hope she can find a She is a serious job, but she likes comedy very much, and she doesn't care about acting ugly. Later, she broke up with her parents because of the comedy career. She didn't even see her mother for the last time. Her father didn't recognize her at all... Later she was Known as a master of comedy, but she has been worrying that she will not be able to produce better works, and she is getting restless and losing her temper day by day. She is almost alone except for me by her side. In fact, I should have noticed it at that time, and she also It's not that she wants to lose her temper, she's just sick..."

Yan Ziyu paused, pointing to the name behind the sentence: "Fan Xiaowei, is this her husband?"

"Yes." Han Jizhi nodded, moved his shoulders to signal Yan Ziyu to move his chin away, then walked to the empty desk and took out the piece of paper with Tao Ran's information and put it on the table together with the photo, and then I took several sheets of paper and photos in a row.

"This document contains my father's records about the life of the real puppet prototype, but these few pieces of information are somewhat special, and may have something to do with the immortal stone."

Yan Ziyu compared them carefully, and excitedly said: "Only these few documents have red letters on them, nothing else!"

"Well, look at what he wrote again."

"This one is 'joy', this one is 'anger', sorrow... fear... love... evil... no desire... so strange."

"Let's not talk about the lack of 'desire' for the time being." Han Jizhi analyzed, "You once said that the blood soul stone splits the blood soul stone to carry the seven emotions of the human soul: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, Yu, the words written in red pen on these materials also correspond to the six emotions. Is there any connection between them? Also, this..." Han Jizhi pointed to one of the materials, "The above is the life of Little Wolf. It's the word 'love', what does it mean..."

Thinking about it, Han Jizhi also took out the information that Han Qian gave him: "Uncle said that he received two orders to order real puppets, and those two orders were taken by his father, and their original puppets disappeared. The situation with the little wolf is too similar."

Yan Ziyu flipped through curiously: "This is Tao Ran's! Tao Ran corresponds to 'Xi'...and this...is a fashion designer named Wang Yalan, and she corresponds to 'Evil'...Now there are three corresponding The puppets are all gone, will the other three disappear too?"

Han Jizhi: "Very likely."

"Then let's wait and see if there are any other customers who want to make puppets again... It says that Tao Ran puppets must be made within five days. It happens that we haven't made any progress on the little wolf puppets. Why don't we go and see how the Tao Ran puppets are going?" okay?"

"Well, meanwhile we have to finish Linde's puppet."

"Let's make Tao Ran puppets first?"

"it is good."

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The most important Tao Ran puppet in the Tao Ran Memorial Hall disappeared, so the curator said to the public that the [-]th anniversary of Tao Ran’s death is approaching and needs to be closed for decoration. In fact, he is urgently looking for it. After searching for a week, he couldn’t find it, so he asked someone to redo it. However, how to do it It was not as realistic as before, and the curator really couldn't hide it, and finally told Fan Xiaowei about it.

Tao Ran Memorial Hall is a private memorial hall, and Fan Xiaowei is its sponsor and beneficiary. After scolding the curator who tried to hide the truth but failed to find a solution, he immediately went to Xianyuan puppet to re-customize it.

Three days before the anniversary, Han Jizhi sent the Tao Ran puppet to the Tao Ran Memorial Hall.

"It's so realistic!" Fan Xiaowei walked around the puppet excitedly, "Little brother is really better than blue! 5 yuan is worth it!"

Han Jizhi looked at the puppet he made. According to Fan Xiaowei's request, it was an elegant woman with a smile on his face, unlike the one made by his father. He felt a little regretful: "I don't think it is as good as my father's."

"Little brother, don't underestimate yourself. I think you are better than your father." Fan Xiaowei stared at the puppet intently, grinning from ear to ear, "Visitors have long been tired of her melancholy eyes, although it will arouse everyone's attention at first. Curiosity, but how long can the curiosity last? Everyone prefers to look at happy expressions. A master of comedy, why are you so melancholy?"

Han Jizhi pointed to the camera in the museum and asked, "How did the Tao Ran puppet disappear before? Did the camera capture anything?"

Fan Xiaowei's expression became strange: "The puppet walked out of the hall by itself."

Han Jizhi and Yan Ziyu looked at each other, and Yan Ziyu said via voice transmission: "The puppet is not in the same situation as me, is it?"

"Is there a soul hidden in the body of the puppet? There should be a limit to using the fairy stone to introduce the soul."

"Yes, it must be when a person is about to die or at the moment of death, otherwise the seven souls will all be scattered."

"Probably not. Custom-made real puppets are often made after the person dies."

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Fan Xiaowei thought they didn't believe it: "I kept that video on purpose, if you are interested, you can take a look."

Everything in the dark exhibition hall looks like ghostly shadows, only the signboard of the emergency exit emits a faint green light. In the middle of the exhibition hall is Tao Ran's real puppet, which looks no different from a real person when the light is insufficient.

The picture was static for 1 minute, and then the puppet moved without any warning, without any change in the face, but the hands and feet moved, like a zombie, walked down from the exhibition stand stiffly, crossed the fence separating the visitors, and took a long time. The corner of the skirt hooked on the fence, pulling, pulling, pulling, the eyes and mouth where the pegs were placed did not change, only the feet kept moving, but the corner of the skirt restrained it, as if impatient, it lifted a Stretching his arms back, he tore off the corner of the skirt, and a piece of rag was hung alone on the fence, with a piece of his grayish-white calf exposed, and he continued to walk with a blank expression...

Fan Xiaowei rubbed his little arm hard: "It's creepy, isn't it?"

The two stared at the screen intently and did not respond.

Fan Xiaowei grumbled: "Young people nowadays are really courageous."

Suddenly, Yan Ziyu tugged at Han Jizhi's sleeve and said loudly, "I seem to see the thread..."

Fan Xiaowei was taken aback by Yan Ziyu, and Han Jizhi had already pressed the pause button quickly.

"Look here... there is a very thin green line." Yan Ziyu pointed to a certain point in the void on the screen, "Originally the line is transparent so you can't see it, but because the thing that says the safe exit glows green, The lines are revealed against the green light."

Fan Xiaowei took a closer look, and after searching for a long time, he saw that there was indeed a very thin dark green thread, which almost merged with the black void, and it was not as easy to find as Yan Ziyu said.

Han Jizhi also took a closer look: "That thread is used to control its left leg, there should be other threads."

"It turned out to be artificially controlled..." Fan Xiaowei sighed, and then his expression twisted, "I lost 10 yuan for nothing. If I knew which son of a bitch it was, he would feel better..."

Yan Ziyu curled his lips in disdain, and said to Han Jizhi: "I don't know what Tao Ran thinks, marrying such a vulgar person."

Ten years ago, Fan Xiaowei was still a second-tier star. He had a good appearance and paid great attention to every word and deed. After inheriting Tao Ran's inheritance, he quit the entertainment industry. people.Is it ten years that made him change so much, or his nature is just that the older he is, the less he has the intention to hide it, it is unknown.

Walking out of the memorial hall, Han Jizhi said lightly: "I feel it."

Yan Ziyu looked around: "The connection to Xianshi? Where is it?"

"Well, I don't know. It just feels very close. It's different from what I felt in school. It should be another piece of fairy stone."

"Ah, I still can't figure it out..." Yan Ziyu scratched his head, "Why don't we wait to see what happens to Wang Yalan's puppet after finishing the Linde puppet?"

"Ah."