The Demon and the Puppeteer

After Fan Xiaowei's death, Han Jizhi returned to the villa. The first thing he did in the room was to take off his coat, and Yan Ziyu returned to his original form.

"Officer, where should we put this fairy stone fragment?" Yan Ziyu asked, happily rummaging through the room to find a suitable place.

"You keep it yourself." Compared to Yan Ziyu's excited mood, Han Jizhi was much colder.

Han Jizhi picked up his coat and walked into the bathroom, looked in his pockets, and sniffed it with the tip of his nose. Sure enough, there was a faint smell of blood. It was the blood on Yan Ziyu's feet. In his mind, the memory of Yan Ziyu standing in the blood and holding the bloodstone with a smile flashed by.Compared with the discomfort caused by seeing a person's death with his own eyes, Yan Ziyu's eyes that didn't mind the blood made him care more.

After dipping in water, he picked up soap and rubbed it, Han Jizhi rinsed it off with clean water, put his coat on the shelf, and called out in a low voice, "Ziyu, come here."

Yan Ziyu walked in suspiciously, but the bloodstone in his hand was gone.

"Sit here." Han Jizhi pointed to the toilet, picked up the shower head to test the water temperature, and asked, "Have you hidden the fairy stone fragments?"

"Well, I swallowed it." Yan Ziyu patted his stomach and smiled slyly, "It's safest to hide it in the body."

Han Jizhi was taken aback, frowned and said, "Is there nothing wrong?"

"It's okay, officer, my body is just a container. It neither has a flesh-and-blood connection with the immortal stone like an official, nor does it react with the immortal stone through superb magic like a corpse dog... What are you going to do now, officer? ?”

"You stepped on Fan Xiaowei's blood on your feet."

Han Jizhi squatted down and held Yan Ziyu's feet with his slender and strong hands. Unlike the soft appearance, it had a cold and hard touch. Yan Ziyu subconsciously pulled his feet back in surprise, but Han Jizhi didn't let go and raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Officer, this... Is the official going to help me wash my feet..." If it wasn't for the body of the puppet, Yan Ziyu would have tears in his eyes. How can you condescend to do it for me?"

"Foot washing is just a very common thing." Han Jizhi smiled, and while flushing the water, he helped Yan Ziyu wipe off the blood on his feet. His dull mood suddenly disappeared, and he was just a monster who didn't understand anything. ah……

"Isn't it normal? Usually, it's not the servant who washes the master's feet, or something that is done by very close people..." Yan Ziyu suddenly paused as he spoke, and a pair of black and white eyes fixedly looked at Han Jizhi, as if he was about to overflow Shui Lai, "Officer, you are so kind to me..."

Han Jizhi switched the shower head to the other hand, and rubbed Yan Ziyu's hair with his dry palm, his black eyes were very sincere: "It should."

At this moment, there were knocks on the door, three times, at a steady pace. Han Jizhi turned off the water, hung the nozzle back to its original place, and opened the door without any haste.

"Young master, a guest is here, and it's a policeman." The butler clasped his hands in white gloves in front of his belly, and his straight body leaned forward slightly after he was over fifty years old.

"Yes, I see." Han Jizhi closed the door and went downstairs.

A woman in casual clothes in her thirties sat comfortably on the sofa while drinking tea and looking around leisurely, with a lazy demeanor, as if she was here to visit the scenery.

"Hello." Han Jizhi stretched out his hand.

"Hello." The woman held Han Jizhi's hand. Her hand was not calloused at all, it was weak and well-maintained, not like a policeman's hand.

"I'm Song Xue." Song Xue took out her ID from her pocket and showed it to Han Jizhi, "I want to know more about the circumstances of Fan Xiaowei's death."

"I didn't see how Fan Xiaowei died. He was already dead when I realized it."

"Really?" Song Xue narrowed her phoenix eyes and smiled, "Then let me change the subject... Was the puppet that killed Fan Xiaowei made by your father Han Yi?"

"Correct."

"Where's your father?"

"He has been gone for almost a month."

"Disappear...why didn't you call the police?"

"My father likes to travel, and he doesn't like to be disturbed by people. He often went around the world with my mother without saying a word." back."

"What a pair of wayward parents." Song Xue sighed, "Don't you blame them?"

Han Jizhi shook his head: "I was born to fulfill their love, if they give up their chance to be alone for me, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?"

"I've never seen such a sensible child like you." Song Xue was speechless.

"Officer Song suspects that my father is the puppeteer?"

"It's just a matter of routine." Song Xue handed Han Jizhi a piece of paper, "You can contact me anytime you think of any clues."

"Ok."

"Excuse me." Song Xue stood up and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something, "Oh, by the way, the portrait on the wall is very beautiful."

"That's my mother."

"No wonder..."

Song Xue walked out of the gate of the villa, and felt a pair of probing eyes staring at her. Looking back, her eyes stayed on the gap between the two curtains on the second floor of the villa. It was a dark narrow gap, and she saw nothing.

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"There are fairy stones in Feidu's body, but we don't know where Feidu is. We have already obtained the fairy stones in the corpse dog. Now it is almost certain that the fragments of the fairy stones are distributed in the puppet that disappeared. We can only get to know the Wang Yalan puppet first. If it disappeared and was found again, there must be something hidden in it, maybe it went back by itself? Officer, let's find out about the situation with Wang Yalan's son."

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Wang Yalan: Born at 69:1 on January 13, 17, married at the age of 19, had a son at the age of 20, divorced at the age of 23, her son followed Wang Yalan and changed his surname to Wang Qi, Wang Yalan became a famous fashion designer at the age of 28, died of drug overdose at the age of 35 die.

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"Come on, Wang Qi! Come on, Wang Qi! Wang Qi will win! Wang Qi will win!" The shrill voices of the girls filled the playground, and the sweaty teenagers on the basketball court became more and more excited to play basketball, even though the girls were just tall and handsome. Come on, Wang Qi.

Suddenly, there were some discordant voices, which were enough to crush the voices cheering for Wang Qi.

"Ah~~~ It's Young Master Han!"

"Young Master Han actually came to the playground!"

"I really want to see Young Master Han play basketball!"

Han Jizhi walked slowly to the edge of the basketball court to watch Wang Qi play basketball.

Wang Qi has a pair of very bushy eyebrows. Under the eyebrows are a pair of eagle-like eyes. His eyes are sharp and firm. His dribbling and layup movements are done in one go. The wide short sleeves float on his thin body, revealing his tight abdominal muscles. , the back of the short sleeves was soaked with sweat, and from time to time, he simply shook his head to shake off the sweat on his forehead. His whole body exuded a strong male hormone atmosphere, which was easily highlighted among the classmates who were playing basketball.

While they were resting, Han Jizhi walked up to meet Wang Qi: "Hello senior, I would like to ask you a few questions."

"What's the problem?" Wang Qi continued to walk, and came to a girl sitting alone. The girl had long black hair, neat bangs, and a very clean face without powder. She handed him a towel and a bottle of mineral water.

"Senior, have you ever commissioned the Xianyuan puppet to re-customize your mother's puppet?"

Unscrewing the bottle cap, gulping down several gulps of water, Wang Qi wiped his mouth, squinted at Han Jizhi: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Why did the senior cancel the list again?"

"At first, I thought I lost it but found it again. I said it very clearly before."

"So, senior, can you tell me exactly how it was lost and how it was found?"

"Why, are you here for a survey?" Wang Qi pulled up the girl who was sitting, "I don't have time to tell you in detail."

"Sorry for disturbing you."

"It's okay, Xiaowen, let's go." Wang Qi beckoned, and the girl obediently followed.

Yan Ziyu said via voice transmission: "Officer, he must have something to hide, let's sneak a look at his house after school."

"Ah."

Han Jizhi lifted his legs to leave the playground, and suddenly there was a scorching breath from behind, and a hand patted his shoulder, and the owner of that hand hooked his neck and walked beside him.

"Don't you like sports? Why don't you come to the playground when you have time at noon?"

Yan Ziyu clenched his fists angrily: "It's a pity that I sympathized with him so much before, and even snatched officials from me!"

Han Jizhi took Lu Sinian's hand away. Since the day Lu Sinian "defeated" Lin En, he has completely changed. No, it should be said that he has returned to the nature of a little wolf*. I don't know what the previous disguise was for. Lin En seemed to be the only one affected. Although they were at the same table and never said a word, Lu Sinian often talked to Han Jizhi, and he liked to hook up with Han Jizhi intentionally or unintentionally, and took the trouble to engage in all kinds of physical contact .

"It's nothing, come out and walk."

"Really? I saw you talking to that Wang Qi just now. Could it be that he has fallen in love with him? Why, isn't it enough to have me? He is a straight man, and that girlfriend has been dating for more than three years. "

Han Jizhi didn't bother to talk to him, so he quickened his pace with a cold expression.

"Hey, don't go so fast, it's just a joke." Lu Sinian followed closely, his eyes pretending to be frivolous but showing some nervousness, "Back then when I was in art class, and when I was at Lynn's house , are you interested in me?"

Han Jizhi suddenly stopped and pointed to his eyes, which were narrow and long, and the pupils were dark, so dark that he couldn't see the expression: "Look carefully, are those two times about me?"

Lu Sinian stared at Han Jizhi silently for a while, then slowly opened his mouth: "Do you have... a dual personality?"

Han Jizhi didn't answer, leaving Lu Sinian with an unfathomable back view.

"Officer, what is dual personality?"

"It means that one person has two very different personalities at the same time."

"Is the officer really a dual personality?"

"...I'm just lying to him, don't you know, it's because of the immortal stone."

"Yes."