After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Before coming to Baizhi Lake, the rescue team had roughly learned about the situation here from the person in charge, knowing that what they were about to face was a deserted village where all the villagers had already died.

Under such a presupposition, the desolate and mossy and weed-covered village did not make the rescue team feel strange, but the current situation made them feel as if the cold air in the mountains had seeped into their clothes , making them shiver slowly from the cold.

No one speaks.

Everyone crouched in the grass, or hid in the nearby deserted house, quietly observing the wooden puppets passing by outside, waiting for them to leave from the vicinity.

There is no moon or stars tonight.

In order to prevent the wood carving puppet from noticing Master Bai because of the light, the official person in charge extinguished the candles in Master Bai's room before leaving.

The last bit of light disappeared, and the deserted village was silent in the darkness.

Only the cold wind blows in along the broken windows, whistling and whistling, like a devil crying.

The official person in charge watched the wooden puppet slowly approaching him with bated breath, and took advantage of this moment to quickly observe the puppet, wanting to know what it was.

Is it a humanoid object occupied by evil spirits?

The official person in charge remembered what happened many years ago. The plaster model was inhabited by a tragic ghost and killed several times. In the morning, there were only broken flesh and organs left at the scene of the crime, along with plaster It was like an indoor tragedy that was spattered with blood all together.

It was also at that time that he realized that some human-shaped objects carefully carved by craftsmen would become the choice of many ghosts because they were empty in the middle without soul and flesh and blood.

Evil spirits are likely to be hidden in the humanoid sculptures that pedestrians pass by indifferently.

But similar things have gradually stopped happening since about 20 years ago.

The official person in charge also asked the ghost exorcist curiously, why are there fewer and fewer evil spirits occupying human figures in the past?Occasionally, I will think of it in a trance. It has been a long time since I have seen such a case.

The answer given by the ghost exorcist at that time was because most of the humanoid objects now come from the factory assembly line, and they have not been with people for a long time in the process of production and forming, absorbing the yang energy scattered by people, and there is no artisan infusion. Effort and expectation, so it is just a cold dead thing.

However, the ghost exorcist is not 100% negative.

There is one exception, he said.

——Human statues carved from locust trees.

Locust tree, there are ghosts beside the tree.

This kind of tree is a very good container for ghosts because it is cold in nature and matches the habits and needs of ghosts.

Not to mention human statues.

Common sayings often like to use trees to compare with human growth, and it also contains vitality and symbolizes new life.

If there is a ghost living in a wooden statue for a long time, it can also use the trees to become a human-like thing again, get rid of the identity of an evil ghost, deceive the world, and walk in the world.

At that time, even many ghost exorcists who are not good enough can only do nothing to deal with such ghosts.

When seeing these wooden dolls, the official person in charge couldn't help thinking of what he had heard from the ghost exorcist before, and couldn't help but feel worried.

He looked sideways at the Taoist priest, and made gestures to ask the Taoist priest if it was as he imagined.

But this Daoist was originally in charge of other things in Haiyun Temple, and he rarely cooperated with special departments before, unlike Daoist Ma or Daoist Song, who had already developed a tacit understanding with the official person in charge.

Therefore, the head of the Taoist priest looked at the way the official person in charge made gestures and gestures, and felt full of question marks.

What are you doing?

The Taoist thought that the person in charge was worried, so he made a reassuring gesture to him and told him not to worry, as long as he didn't make a sound and pretended to be a grass, the wooden puppets outside wouldn't be able to spot them.

What the official person in charge saw was that the Taoist affirmed his statement.

He suddenly became worried.

The ebony statue before... Could it be to guard these ghosts?

But the young people who were playing took away the ebony statue, and now the statue has disappeared in the Haiyun temple, no matter how hard the priests searched, they couldn't find it, so what should be used to suppress it?

The priests who stayed at Haiyun Temple to inquire about the young people also tried divination to find out the location of the ebony statue, or asked the statue enshrined in the main hall, or asked their peers to ask the ancestors in the altar to tell the location of the statue.

The entire Haiyun Temple was evacuated urgently when there were the most tourists, closed the gates tightly, performed solemn rituals, and offered enough incense, and tried everything possible to respectfully invite the ebony statue back.

The Taoist priest who accepted the statue at first but didn't care, was so anxious that he burst into tears.

An adult man with an extraordinary demeanor, weeping so hard with a face that can scare away ghosts, even the special department personnel who rushed to help felt that the scene was really blurred.

But all the efforts of all of them had no effect.

Even several Taoist priests and immortals who wanted to ask the gods for help were injured by the force counterattack, as if the gods they asked were angry and blamed them for spying on the secrets of heaven.

The supervisor saw the scene of the Daoist priest who was vomiting blood being carried away in a panic in the courtyard, and the pilgrims were crying for help from the door behind them, the whole Haiyun temple was in chaos, and everyone was devastated.

However, the Supervisory Court had a shocking guess because of this.

He confessed to the Taoist priests around him, and asked the Taoist priests to pay attention to the affairs in Haiyun Temple, and follow up the news of those Taoist priests who were sent to Baizhi Lake later.

Afterwards, he turned around and went to the room where Li Daochang settled down.

Even for Taoist priests, it is not as simple as everyday life. Many Taoist priests can't find the way, and they can't find the way to enter meditation in their entire lives.

With the development of modernization, the means of entertainment are dazzling, which greatly distracts people's concentration. When ordinary people come to Taoist temples to experience spiritual practice, they even want to touch their phones anxiously within a few minutes of meditation. to play games.

Even if the priests are relatively indifferent to these things, it is still more difficult for ascetics to enter meditation than before.

Even Li Daochang, who is currently recognized as the most powerful force in Haiyun Temple, only enters meditation two or three times a year.

But I don't know why, after Li Daochang came back from Guishan, he fell into samadhi frequently, and he could often feel the heaven and the earth.

From a few hours or a few days in the first meditation, to now it takes several months to enter the meditation.

Li Daochang is immersed in communicating with heaven and earth almost all his time.

The Supervisory Court saw this situation in his eyes, and he was worried about whether a catastrophe was about to happen, which would cause Heaven and Earth to move so frequently, but at the same time, he also felt a little relieved because of Li Daochang's existence.

If there is a catastrophe, then there is such an existence as Li Daochang, which still gives people a sense of security as if they have found the backbone.

Even though the Supervisory Academy has been a teacher for decades, the means and power accumulated in these years of dealing with and coordinating with all parties are far beyond comparison.

But when he faced such a huge matter that was beyond the scope of cognition and ability, he would still feel confident in his heart because of the presence of his elders.

With the elders around, there will be someone holding the sky, and there is no need for him to face the falling world alone.

The supervisor settled down a bit, and stopped at Daochang Li's door, called Daochang Li in a low voice, and told him his guess.

Although the Supervisory Academy is very clear that most of the time when entering meditation, people will lose their perception of the things around them and turn to perceive and communicate with the world.Even if he said more and louder, Li Daochang might not be able to hear him.

But he believes that heaven and earth have their own arrangements.

Taoism is natural.

If Tiandi wants Li Daochang to hear his voice... then Li Daochang will hear it.

"Uncle Master... there was an ebony statue lost in the temple, which was picked up by a child near Baizhi Lake in the southwest region. It was suspected to be a town object, but it was impossible to find out which god was carved on the statue. All invalid."

The supervisor sighed: "So this disciple doubts, could the ebony statue really be the real body of ghosts and gods handed down?"

Otherwise, why are the gods silent, the heavens and the earth are furious, and ordinary people are not allowed to detect it at will?

Those who can achieve this level, the only ghosts and gods that can be imagined by the prison.

Because of this position, the Supervisory Court knew far more information than ordinary people.

When ordinary people were still playing happily and living peacefully, the priests of Haiyun Temple went on to fill in the loopholes after the collapse of the Dao, and tried their best to keep ghosts out of the world of ordinary people.

The supervisor grew up in such a period. He sent away his master, uncle, and Taoist priests at the same time. He also buried his descendants with his own hands. .

They don't practice the afterlife, only the sentient beings in this world.

The Supervisory Court is very clear that something happened to the Dao, and even the ghosts and gods have disappeared, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead.

Under such circumstances, an ebony statue that is suspected to be the real body of a ghost suddenly appeared, and it was still in a sensitive area like the Southwest.

The prison couldn't help but think about it.

He stood in front of Li Daochang's door and told Li Daochang all his guesses and worries. After a long silence, he bowed to the still closed door, turned around and prepared to return to the front yard and preside over the situation again.

In view of the situation sent back from the scene of Baizhi Lake, and the fact that everyone in the program group was still asleep during the live broadcast, Haiyun Temple has urgently terminated all the games and viewings for ordinary people, and has called out all the priests who can still move. Go to White Paper Lake for reinforcements.

But even so, there is still a serious shortage of manpower.

It is true that Haiyun Temple is one of the best Taoist temples in China, but it is definitely not the image of three thousand Taoist priests in the minds of ordinary people.

There are only more than 100 Taoist priests resident in Guannei.

After all, in this day and age, there are very few people who are willing to put aside all mundane affairs, suffer hardships and devote themselves to practice.

And Haiyun Temple is much more picky. Taoist priests without real talents can't stay in Haiyun Temple to handle the affairs that are collected from all over the country to Haiyun Temple.

Although compared with many Taoist temples with only two or three Taoist priests, Haiyun Temple is already a large Taoist temple.

But among them, there are still many Taoist priests who are not strong enough to stand on their own, and they are still not fully recovered from the previous injuries.

In addition, at the end of the year, there are piles of chores to be dealt with everywhere, and evil spirits also take advantage of this season...

There are even fewer Taoist priests who can be transferred to Baizhi Lake by the Supervisory Academy.

He thought about calling Daoist Song who had gone to the wrong place again, and asking where Daoist Song was now.

But when the supervisor was thinking casually like this, he suddenly heard a slight voice from behind.

"Squeak..."

The supervisor opened his eyes wide in disbelief, turned around and took a quick look.

But he saw Li Daochang standing behind the gradually widening door, with his hands behind his back in good spirits, his hair and beard were all white, but his face was rosy and his eyes were piercing.

"Uncle Master..." the supervisor subconsciously murmured.

Li Daochang snorted heavily: "You are the one who chatters non-stop at my door every day? Do you know it's noisy?"

"The real body of ghosts and gods? There is such a thing!"

Before the supervisor could react, Li Daochang raised his robe sleeves and strode out.

Although Li Daochang is over a hundred years old, his back is still as tall and straight as a mountain, supporting the hope of the entire Haiyun Temple.

No matter what kind of predicament the Taoists are facing, as long as they think of Daoist Li, even if they die, they can close their eyes with a smile, knowing that there will be someone to continue what they have not completed.

But now, the supervisor stared blankly at Li Daochang's back. Although he was already middle-aged, he still couldn't help the sour and moist eyes, and felt a sense of peace of mind that the elders were still there.

Li Daochang noticed that the people behind hadn't followed, turned around in doubt, and saw the prison standing there like a little fool.

He immediately reprimanded: "What are you doing standing there? Treating yourself as a tree waiting to bloom?"

"However, what about Song Yi's child?"

Li Daochang roared angrily: "Let him come over to me!"

——No matter how glamorous and dignified the prestigious Taoist priests are outside, they are respected and dare not be offended, but in Li Daozhang's eyes, they are all children.

Many years ago, because they didn't even know the words in the classics, Li Daochang still remembered the scenes when they were punished to stand while crying.

As for Song Yichang, who was outside, the moment he picked up the phone, his eardrums were almost shattered by the roar on the other end of the phone.

"Master? Are you out?"

Song Daochang couldn't restrain his surprise.

But Li Daochang's extremely penetrating voice still spread outside, which shocked the passengers around Song Yichang.

"If you don't come out, the sky will collapse!"

Li Daochang said with disgust: "It's a useless virtue to be with Xing Xing, tsk."

Chief Song lowered his head guiltily.

The Taoist priest, who was originally serious and imposing, made passengers only dare to sneak a few glances before quickly lowering their heads, not daring to offend, now holding his mobile phone, he explained his whereabouts and purpose to the other side in a good voice.

This made the passengers in the surrounding circle silently strain their ears, trying to get closer to listen to a few more words.

Passenger: This is... going to save the world?

Passenger: Not like that, I watched Hollywood blockbusters, people who save the world have very cool cars, no matter how bad they are, they can drive wildly for a while, but, take a train to save the world? ? ?

Passenger: Is it too down-to-earth?Daoist, where is your sword!The promised sword is flying!

Even the owner of the closed garment factory who was sitting on the inner seat of Song Yizhang felt that the world was magical when he saw the completely different contrast between Song Yizhang's front and back.

But when he thought about it, he felt that the plastic mannequins in his warehouse might eat people and wild dogs. What else could happen?

Taking advantage of the time when Daoist Song was concentrating on the phone, the passengers around saw that Daoist Song was too well-behaved compared to just now, so they boldly raised their heads and observed Daoist Song curiously.

Some people secretly took pictures and posted them on their social accounts.

@User123: I always feel like I’m involved in something extraordinary, and I can meet a Taoist priest on a high-speed train. What’s even more outrageous is that this Taoist priest is going to save the world!Rounding up, I am also a hero who saves the world.

The accompanying picture is a candid photo taken by Song Yichang.

Although this person doesn't have many fans, he didn't expect that the Taoist label he conveniently added would become popular recently because of Yan Shixun.

Many people have closely linked Taoist priests with Haiyun Temple, and there are still many oatmeals squatting under the label, watching Taoist priests' daily life with relish, and feel that they know Yan Shixun a little more.

Yanmai: I understand Taoism = I am a Taoist = I am from Haiyun Temple, rounding off, I am also Yan Ge's mother's family!

The photo sent by the passenger was quickly noticed by oats.

Someone recognized it right away—isn't this the Daoist Song who often acts with the show?

"Save the world? Daoist Song? Ah... Could it be that something happened to Brother Yan?"

"No way? I'm still watching the live broadcast. They have nothing to do now, they're just sleeping because they're tired."

"If something happens again this time, wouldn't it be a grand slam? Director Zhang is too unlucky to win the bid again and again?"

"Pfft, Director Zhang doesn't consider buying a lottery ticket. I think it's too much for a normal person to experience ghosts once in a lifetime, but Director Zhang wins it again and again. What is this, a perverse child?"

"Director Zhang, another level of conferred gods."

The passenger originally just posted it for fun and recorded his own life, but he didn't expect so many people to see this post, and the popularity was quickly boosted by oatmeal.

Some people also recognized that Taoist Song was the Taoist priest who was reminded by the traffic of Binhai City when the road of Binhai University was closed.

"Could it be that this priest is really going to save the world? He was there at Binhai University last time."

"I remembered! This Taoist priest jumped off the bridge in front of my car! My dad was scared to death. Later, I heard that this is the Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple. He was originally a firm atheist. He went to Haiyun this year. Guan Shangxiang, said to ask Haiyun Guanguan, regardless of marriage, find me a handsome little brother."

"...Hai Yun Guan has many kinds of business, but it only cares about marriage."

"Then what, big sister, don't you know that Haiyun Guan is a famous single Taoist temple in the ghost exorcist industry? They have been worshiping for more than 100 years and no one has married."

"The statue of Sanqing enshrined in Haiyun Temple: I and my disciples and grandchildren are single, and I will give you marriage?? I want to eat ass."

"It's over, girl, I'm seeking marriage in the opposite direction. It seems that you will have to be single this year."

"..."

"Hahahahaha!"

Some people also curiously asked the passenger who posted the news, if he knew what Song Yidao was going to do, and was he really going to save the world?Could it be related to the recently popular travel variety show?

The passenger never thought that he would have such a high popularity, and even made it to the real-time hot search list, and made a hashtag of #sitting train to save the world#.

He was a little flattered, so he hurriedly stretched his ears to Song Yichang, trying to hear what Song Yichang was saying.

But Song Yichang hung up the phone at this moment, and the train also stopped at the station in Binhai City.

Song Daochang stood up and glanced at the passenger with a feeling.

The passenger was taken aback, and immediately shrank back in the seat with guilt.

Song Daochang didn't care, but helped the unlucky clothing factory owner beside him to get out of the car.

His original destination was to go straight to Baizhi Lake, but he didn't expect to meet someone related to the kidnapping of Xie Lin's sister. After hearing the narration of the clothing factory owner, Song Yichang couldn't bear to just leave him like this.

Besides, Song Daochang also heard from the official person in charge that Xie Lin was in the shooting, so he hesitated for a moment, then decided to get off in Binhai City and follow the owner of the garment factory to see his Abandoned warehouse.

And most importantly—the plastic mannequins in the warehouse that devoured the flesh of stray dogs and cats.

Song Yichang also told the supervisor and the official responsible person about this matter.

Although the official person in charge has not responded to the news yet, the prison court immediately relayed the news sent back by Daoist Ma to him, and informed him that a bone replacement technique was discovered in the southwest.

Song Yichang couldn't help being startled, and immediately thought of those plastic models.

If it is really according to what the clothing factory boss said, those plastic models do not have an entrance to communicate with the outside, but a complete model of one piece of plastic, then the flesh and blood existing in the plastic will indeed seem unreasonable.

Things that cannot be explained by science can also be explained by old science.

There are ghosts.

Song Yichang took the owner of the garment factory and rushed to the deserted warehouse in the suburbs.

According to the owner of the clothing factory, because of the kidnapping and death, he and his family have always disliked that place as bad luck.

The people in the vicinity did not dare to approach. It was rumored that they would see ghosts haunting the warehouse in the middle of the night. They said that the kidnappers and the little girl who died tragically back then were unwilling to be reconciled, so they wandered around there.

If it weren't for the cash flow of the garment factory owner not working well and urgently needing the realization of non-performing assets, he would not think of that warehouse again, let alone have nightmares one after another because of this, and be scared out of his wits.

"Master, you don't know, that nightmare is too scary, it's bloody."

The owner of the garment factory frowns: "I also went to the Chumaxian I know to see if there is a ghost with me, or if there is a ghost at home. But after the Chumaxian saw me, he said he couldn't control it , said that this is a matter of ghosts and gods, and it is not easy for the Xian family to intervene."

"But I'm at this age, I dare not sleep every day, I really can't hold it."

When the owner of the clothing factory said this, the two groups of green and black in front of him were very convincing: "In that nightmare, I always saw a little girl singing, surrounded by blood, and some people were cut to pieces. He also crawled over and pulled my leg, asking me to save him...I was almost scared to death, so save him?"

Song Daochang stood in front of the dilapidated warehouse door. The thick dust and rusted door locks also confirmed the words of the clothing factory owner.

From a human point of view, it is true that no one has entered or exited here for a long time.

But for ghosts, it's not necessarily so.

Song Yichang felt the sudden cold air from the moment he set foot on this land, and the cold air that spread from the soles of his feet, and his expression gradually became serious.

The owner of the clothing factory kept rubbing his arms and muttering strangely: "Why is it suddenly cold? The winter in Binhai is really hard. Alas, I miss the heating..."

Song Daochang knew very well that it wasn't that the weather was getting colder.

But something, watching them in the dark.

This time is Zishi, the darkest and most cloudy time of the day.

In the time of ghosts and gods, strangers have no advantage.

Song Yidao gritted his teeth, raised his hand to look at his watch, and decided to go this way.

After cultivating Taoism for a long time, I naturally realized that there are many things. Heaven and Earth have already made arrangements. All the emergencies they encounter are because Heaven and Earth are guiding them towards a future where there may be vitality.

Since he happened to meet the owner of a garment factory among hundreds of millions of people, it happened that something happened to the program crew again at this moment... Song Daochang felt that heaven and earth were watching him, urging him to move forward OK.

He quietly buckled a yellow talisman in the palm of his hand, and made a guard gesture with his fingers. Then he stepped forward and opened the door with the key he took from the owner of the clothing factory.

The rusty door made a harsh and heavy rubbing sound, and thick dust rose in all directions, rushing towards Song Yichang.

He subconsciously turned his head to avoid the dust.

When he looked at the warehouse again, his heart stopped beating for a moment.

——Just behind the gate of the warehouse, plastic mannequins were lined up densely, with inorganic eyeballs staring at the people outside the gate.

The silent dead silence permeates one's hair until one's hair stands on end.

The plastic mannequins from decades ago have already turned yellow and aging, but their yellowish-brown appearance makes people wonder whether the blood that was once splashed on the body is superimposed layer by layer, and finally turned into such a stain .

The owner of the clothing factory was caught off guard and met the eyes of these mannequins, and immediately screamed loudly, staggering backwards and sitting on the ground.

Song Daochang had a question in his heart.

When he just opened the door... Were the models there?But no one piled debris at the door to block the door.

The eyes of hundreds of mannequins fell on the people uniformly. Even though they knew that they were lifeless dead objects, they still couldn't help but feel fear.

The owner of the clothing factory even remembered his nightmare in an instant. He was so frightened that he cried, his nose and tears covered his face. Unable to leave, he could only roll in the dust in embarrassment.

Song Daochang didn't care about the unlucky boss around him.

He noticed with sharp eyes that among these plastic models, some of the models' palms and arms were still spattered with blood, which was slowly dripping down their fingertips, and the air was also filled with the smell of blood.

This is fresh blood.

Not a stain that was ever left behind.

...these plastic mannequins move like real people.

And quite possibly, just killed cats and dogs.

Song Yichang's brows and eyes became sharp instantly, and he raised his brows and eyes, as sharp as a knife's edge.

The mahogany sword was quietly held in his hand.

……

"died?!"

The staff of the special department who received the call were stunned.

After he came back to his senses, he repeatedly asked the person on the other side of the phone: "Are you sure? It's the one the person in charge contacted before, who handled the death case in the village surnamed Bai decades ago?"

The voice on the other side was low, but he gave an affirmative answer.

"Because he's retiring tomorrow, I made an appointment to go out for dinner with some old colleagues today, but I waited until midnight and didn't see anyone or answer the phone, so those old colleagues wanted to come to his house to have a look. The situation, the result..."

After pushing the door open, the originally warm and tidy home was splattered with blood.

Especially the study room is the hardest hit area.

The dead body of the person who handled it was lying on the ground, blood splashed all the way from the curtains to the ceiling, and the snow-white walls were stained red.

The corpse was disembowelled, without any flesh or organs in the middle, only a complete skeleton was left.

There is also a layer of skin on the outside.

Except that the bones and skin were not damaged in any way, the flesh and organs had turned into a whole mass of minced meat, which was casually smeared on the sofa floor and walls.

The whole room was the scene of a frenzied murder.

After facing such a scene, some of the old colleagues who dealt with it were so frightened that they had a heart attack on the spot, and the rest were also frightened, leaning against the door with limp hands and feet, unable to walk.

The man's wife and daughter stood in the stairwell, weeping.

His daughter fell to the ground, her eyes swollen from crying until they were bigger than walnuts.And at her feet, the beautifully packaged cake was forgotten by everyone.

The bright red words "Happy Retirement, Be a Happy Little Old Man" were written on the beautiful cake, but now it has been smashed into a mess, and no one pays any attention to it.

Originally, the daughter rushed back from other places today and took the cake happily. She wanted to celebrate her father's retirement. Thinking of his father's surprise when he saw the cake, he couldn't help smiling.

The wife who handled it was also very happy.

She had been terrified all her life, afraid that her husband would have an accident one day outside, so she finally made it to the day of retirement in a safe way, thinking that her husband would be able to travel with her from tomorrow on, she couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

With longings for a better tomorrow, they happily returned home, but unexpectedly found red and blue lights flickering downstairs, and the perimeter of the raised cordon was full of people.

When they approached, who didn't know what happened, people from the jurisdiction came up to them, and asked them with an unbearable face if they were the family members of the person who handled it.

A bad premonition came true, and all prayers and pleas fell to pieces.

They look forward to tomorrow.

But those who died tragically in a pool of blood will never see tomorrow again.

The staff of the special department were silent for a long time before forcing down their grief and trying to keep calm and rationally ask: "What is the cause of death? Is there anything missing at home?"

"It's strange. All the valuables in the house were not lost. Instead, all the files he put on the table were destroyed by blood and minced meat. I checked, and there seemed to be words like Southwest and Bai."

He thought for a while, and then said: "There is another very strange thing. The murderer left handprints and footprints at home, but they don't look like people, but like plastic toys... Some residents of this building also said that at night They were shocked to see plastic mannequins in the corridor."

Residents complained that it was so dark that they couldn’t see this kind of thing placed in the corner of the corridor, and they didn’t know who threw it out, but it was still covered with blood. Being on the top almost scared them to death, which is really wicked.

But when the people in the special department heard this, they realized that something was wrong.

"Plastic Mannequins??!!"

The staff broke down in desperation, thinking that Chief Song Yidao just said that he was going to check the scene where Xie Lin's sister was kidnapped, and almost collapsed.

Isn't the warehouse of that clothing factory full of plastic mannequins?

Moreover, the case of Xie Jiaojiao back then was very similar to the death of the person who handled it, but it was even more bloody and cruel.

The kidnappers were torn into pieces, while the plastic mannequins standing silently next to them were covered in blood, and some plastic mannequins contained the flesh and blood of the kidnappers inside.

As long as a person with a normal mind will not regard the plastic mannequins commonly seen in shopping malls as murderers in the scientific field.

But if it is classified into the category of special cases, it can be explained with non-scientific...

The staff hung up the phone and immediately called the official person in charge, wanting to explain the situation to him and make him pay attention to all plastic models or other humanoid statues made of other materials.

At the same time, the official person in charge who was lying behind the window of the deserted village house suddenly vibrated from the phone in his pocket.

The humming sound was particularly clear and conspicuous in the dead silence.

The Taoist priest and the official person in charge instantly widened their eyes and looked at the mobile phone.

When the screen was turned on, the faint light illuminated the official person in charge's face from bottom to top, making his face look pale and hideous like a dead person.

He frantically reached for his phone, shaking his hands to hang up.

However, even though the sound and light were brief, they still attracted the attention of the wooden puppets on the village road outside.

They stopped their sluggish footsteps, stood on the spot and slowly turned their heads, staring at the source of the sound with their inorganic wooden eyes.

The official person in charge lowered himself as low as possible and hid himself under the window.

But after standing quietly for a while, the wooden puppet did not continue to move forward. Instead, it confirmed something, turned around, and walked towards the village house where the official person in charge and others were located.

The person in charge realized that something was wrong, and refused to sit still, so he bent his body and wanted to retreat, and jumped out from the window behind the village house.

But as soon as he moved, he didn't take two steps back, and suddenly felt as if he had bumped into something in the dark.

The person in charge was puzzled, thinking that when he first entered the village house, he had a quick look at the structure of the house, and the walls should not be so close.

While staring intently at the wooden puppet that was getting closer outside, he subconsciously stretched his palms back, touching the things he hit, trying to confirm the positions of the walls and windows.

The brain was half a beat slower than the palm before it realized what the touch and shape under the hand looked like.

……people.

One, the dead.

Although the touch is creamy, it is stiff and cold, but it is not the feeling of masonry and moss on the wall.

Composed in his mind from the things he touched, the only thing the person in charge could think of was dead bodies.

His body stiffened instantly, and his pupils constricted.

After a few seconds, he forced his stiff muscles to resume action, and slowly turned his head to look back.

Then the person in charge saw that what he hit was neither a dead body nor a wall.

Instead, a wooden puppet.

The appearance of the puppet is completely different from those outside, but the lifelike facial features are still like real people, and the clothes are no different from those of the villagers living here.

But the puppet's lack of bright eyeballs and the exposed wooden texture still illustrate its identity.

When the wooden puppet saw the person in charge looking at him, his mouth, which was originally made into a smile, seemed to raise the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Immediately, his mouth opened and closed, and even his eyes rolled, as if he was looking at all the people hiding in this barren house and saying something to them.

Then, the wooden puppet stretched out its hand and tightly grasped the person in charge's arm.

The Taoist priest next to him was startled, and rushed over to drag the person in charge behind him.

But I didn't expect the wooden puppet to be much stronger than it looked. It grabbed the person in charge's hand as hard as an iron hoop, and the person in charge and the Taoist priest, two adult men with good physical strength, couldn't break it apart.

What's more terrible is that when the Taoist chief glanced across the darkness beside him inadvertently, he suddenly discovered that this was not the only wooden puppet in the barren house.

On the dusty canopy bed, a wooden doll quietly huddled in the darkness, watching them.

And in the darkness at the corner of the closet, there was also a puppet standing silently.

At the same time, the wooden puppet outside had already reached the village house and reached out to push the dilapidated gate.

"Squeak..."

"Squeak--!"

After Yan Shixun fully opened the door of Zheng Shu's house, he could clearly see the wooden puppet standing behind the door.

Except for this one, all the wooden puppets originally placed in the yard are