He was stunned for a while, then opened his eyes suddenly.
"You..." He fixedly looked at the person in front of him.
Xie asked: "What's wrong?"
Because he always coughs, his voice is slightly hoarse.
Wen Shi pursed his lips, and shook his head after a moment: "It's nothing, I heard it wrong."
He almost thought that sentence was said by Xie Wen, but now that he thinks about it, Xie Wen just touched his lips with his index finger and didn't speak at all. Those vague words were just a flash of memory from him.
Besides, the word "obedient" is too intimate, and it is really from Xie Wen's mouth...
When he smelled it, he retracted his gaze and moved his hand down. The black qi that kept pouring into the body was cut off, but it did not disperse immediately, but wrapped around his fingers.
His eyes are open, so he can't see anything, only touch. He could feel the black mist on Xie Wen's body entangled in his fingers, and when it faded, it would sweep between his fingers.
Because it is invisible, this tactile feeling becomes very subtle.
Xia Qiao was waiting for his brother's conclusion with bated breath, but saw his brother stand for a while, and his drooping fingers suddenly curled up. He seemed to have just regained his senses, and when he turned around, his thumb pressed against the knuckles of his index and middle knuckles, making a clicking sound.
His skin was white, and the knuckles he kneaded were flushed red, which was especially obvious in the contrast of the white cotton threads.
Xia Qiao knew that his brother often made small movements, usually when he suddenly regained his senses after being distracted, unconsciously.
I just don't know what his brother thought.
"How is it, brother, do you recognize it?" Xia Qiao asked.
When I smelled it, I said "um": "I recognized it."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Dadong said quickly: "Then what are you waiting for, which one is fake? I'll take her for a ride and then—"
He rolled up his sleeves, intending to be a warrior once, to lift Shen Manyi's hijab and send her away. As a result, before the words were finished, the two Xie Wen turned their eyes around at the same time and looked at him quietly.
Dadong swallowed his saliva and put his sleeve back again.
He was really not afraid when he smelled it, and he was not afraid at all with his back facing the two. He walked towards Xia Qiao and the group, and Da Dong reluctantly lowered his voice and said to him, "Hurry up and send Shen Manyi away."
As a result, when I heard it, a sentence came: "No hurry."
Dadong was stunned: "No—"
Not urgent? ?
Not your mother.
Dadong almost scolded.
When he smelled it, he said again: "Let's put it away for now."
"What are you putting away first?" Dadong couldn't believe it. "Why are you putting someone who is not a human in the team? Are you crazy, or do you think I'm crazy???"
He didn't even look up when he smelled it and pouted, "I'm not crazy, you and I don't know."
Dadong was frozen for a while, suddenly thoughtful, squinted at him and said, "Did you not recognize the truth at all?"
When he smelled, he finally lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.
Dadong felt that he guessed correctly: "If you don't recognize it, please tell me directly, don't pretend to be here, okay?"
A little speechless when I smelled it.
There was Shen Manyi watching from the back. He didn't want to say it too clearly, but there was something wrong with this big guy, so he could only be a little more straightforward: "Send away and come back later, you play with her?"
Dadong: "...No."
When I smelled it, I sent it twice, and I figured it out. This Miss Shen Manyi has an indomitable spirit, she will come back as many times as you send it.
The most troublesome thing is that she still knows how to make progress and pretends to be more like each time. When the next time comes, who knows what it will be like
The gesture of Xie Wen's silence just now and the words that flashed by reminded Wen Shi. Taking advantage of the good discrimination this time, he can completely detain Shen Manyi without sending her away.
Zhou Xu is a smart kid, and he was the first to understand.
This 250 said to Wen Shi in a tone of "you are losing your conscience": "She is only 11 years old."
He felt sick when he smelled it.
Xia Qiao, Lao Mao and Sun Siqi all followed suit.
Sun Siqi didn't know what was caged or not, so he only regarded everything here as a ghost. He's such a big living man that he can't understand the confusing operation of detaining a ghost.
Lao Mao didn't speak with his sleeve in his arms. It was no surprise to him, and he could tell whose style he had at a glance.
Only Xia Qiao had a good heart, winked at Da Dong, and finally understood Da Dong.
Seeing Dadong's sudden realization, he reached out to him when he heard it, and said concisely, "Give me the line."
"What line?" Dadong was stunned.
When he smelled it, he glanced at the white cotton thread wrapped around his fingers.
Dadong immediately pulled his hands behind his back and asked cautiously, "What are you doing?"
His reaction made Wen Shi stunned for a moment, and then he remembered a rule—the puppet master's line should not be touched by others.
In fact, there is no fixed statement about the puppet thread. Some people use cotton, others use silk, and they are often made from local materials, which is not particularly important. It's there, it's just an ordinary, unremarkable object that anyone can use. But once it wraps around the puppet master's finger, it becomes special.
The puppet master uses the spirit to control the line. During that time, the line is connected with the puppet master himself. When others move the line, the puppet master will also feel the touch. The more powerful the puppet master, the deeper and more sensitive this sense of connection is.
The most powerful, the thread is like a part of the body, or even a part of the spirit.
However, the puppet line is not something that others can touch casually. Most people get hurt before they touch it. Others want to move the puppet line, either purely by repression, or the puppet master voluntarily.
At the level of Wen Shi, no one can touch his wire under normal circumstances. So if it wasn't for Dadong, he really forgot about that.
"Then go by yourself." Wen Shi changed his mind. He was not interested in Dadong's line, and he didn't intend to suppress or offend, and he didn't want to touch him if he could.
"What are you going to do?" Dadong looked in the direction he pointed, and two Xie Wen stood there, one left and one right. Those who didn't know thought they had a mirror inserted between them.
"One for each person, so that you don't get confused." Wen Shi wrapped the white cotton thread in his hand, and the meaning was very clear - he and Dadong both have puppet threads, so each person picks one to Xie Wen and ties it, so you can make a distinction. To avoid confusion in the blink of an eye, you have to constantly re-identify people.
When I smell it, I don't mind eating a few more meals, but I have to consider whether Xie Wen is willing or not.
Besides, what if Shen Manyi wanted to leave? The puppet line can also prevent her from running around and scare people.
Smell is very thoughtful, but Da-dong is a little broken. He said in his heart that I not only have to keep a little girl who is not a human being in the team, I have to fucking hold her? ?
Am I crazy? ?
Wen Shi swept back and forth on the "Xie Wen" played by Xie Wen and Shen Manyi, hesitated for a moment, or pointed at Zhen Xie Wen and said to Da Dong, "You can detain him, I will deduct the one on the right."
In comparison, Shen Manyi is a little more dangerous. Wen Shi thought about Dadong's courage, and chose to keep the little girl in his hands.
As a result, Dadong will be wrong.
He thought that when he smelled it, he would take the real thing and point the fake to him. So he jumped up, said "I'll pick it myself", then used his own puppet string to tie it to the wrist of the one on the right, successfully taking Shen Manyi away.
When I heard it, I was convinced by these two hundred and five eyes, and I had nothing to say.
He turned his eyes away and met Xie Wen's gaze. The other party had just withdrawn his gaze from Dadong and Shen Manyi, and he might have thought it was a bit interesting. When he looked at Wen Shi, there was a smile in his eyes.
He straightened up and walked towards Wen Shi, raised his hand and said, "Do you want to bind?"
For a moment, his slightly bent index finger stretched out towards Wen Shi's puppet thread, as if he wanted to tie the thread to his wrist. It wasn't until Dadong next to him cast a suspicious glance that he suddenly remembered what it was, and retracted his finger one second before touching the puppet line.
"I almost forgot." Xie Wen looked down at the thread, and after a while he raised his eyes and said to Wen Shi, "I'm not good at learning, I use it less, and I don't remember so much about it. Come on by yourself. "
"Hmm" when he smelled it.
He moved his ring finger, and the snow-white puppet line shook down, and quickly wrapped around Xie Wen's wrist and went around a few times.
"Can I tighten it up a bit?" Dadong suddenly said, he clenched his fists and loosened them very uncomfortable, moving his right hand, "Usually when I tie anything, I'm going to die hard, and I'll break it. Finished. It's the first time I've done such a gentle tying method, and I'm not here to go shopping, it's so fucking uncomfortable."
He grabbed the candle light in Zhou Xu's hand, shone on his arm, and said, "See, goosebumps all over me. I'm very sensitive."
To those who know it, it is like bragging that "I'm very good". Before he could say anything, Zhou Xu, who knew him well, turned his face away and couldn't listen anymore.
Xie Wen didn't care and said, "It doesn't matter if it's looser or tighter."
He actually said this to Wen Shi, but as a result, Miss Shen Manyi was concentrating on the imitation show. When she heard what he said, she laughed and said, "You can do whatever you want."
As soon as Dadong heard this, he moved his ring finger three times. This finger was the main force, and three times, the iron gate could be pulled open.
The puppet line was suddenly closed, and Shen Manyi was almost sent away on the spot.
A little girl's sob suddenly sounded in the corridor, it sounded as if it was close to the ear, but also seemed to be floating in the void, and the three candle lights all flickered.
Dadong was shocked, his fingers twitched in fright, and the puppet line became tighter.
Shen Manyi cried again.
Da-dong was startled again and twitched his fingers a third time.
Shen Manyi…
Shen Manyi didn't want to play anymore.
He also regretted it a little when he smelled it, and now he felt that the idea of "one person leading one person" couldn't be any more sour. Dadong's 250 is not a human being, and the person holding it in his hand is not a human being.
But he is different.
He knew that what he was holding was Zhen Xie Wen, so he had to restrain his strength, and the puppet line could be too tight. Otherwise, he walked and walked, and only the broken hand was left on the line.
But it's really weird that the buckle is loose...
When Xie Wen lowered his hand, the entangled puppet line slid down his arm a little bit, resting on his protruding wrist bone half loosely.
When smelling: "… "
In terms of sensitivity, he may be the ancestor in the puppet master.
In the corner of the light, Xie Wenzheng looked down at the puppet line on his wrist, wondering what he was thinking. After a long time, he raised his eyes and seemed to want to speak.
But when he was heard, he grabbed the lead: "Let's go."
His voice was cold, and there was no emotion on his plain white face, let alone that he was being troubled by puppet lines.
In the eyes of uninformed people, they will only think that his level is not very good, and the connection between him and the line is too shallow, so he is still so calm when he is holding a person.
They searched all the way to the largest room. Looking at the interior of the room and the contents of the wardrobe, this room should be where the owner of the Shen family, Mr. Shen and his wife lived.
The house is neat and tidy like a model room, there is no popularity, and it can be seen that few people are there. White linen covers are sealed on pianos, sofas and some decorative cabinets that are easy to fall off dust to prevent dust. But the candle light is roughly swept away, it really looks like a mourning hall.
"Fuck!" Zhou Xu suddenly called out, turning his head and grabbing Xia Qiao.
Xia Qiao's collar was almost torn off by him, so he hurriedly fished it and said, "What's wrong?!"
"People!" Zhou Xu pointed to a corner.
When I smelled it, I swept the candle light and saw a human-shaped thing standing upright in the corner, wrapped in a dust-proof cloth.
Zhou Xu and the others shouted and hugged again, not daring to take a second look.
When I smelled it, they gave me a headache: "That's a clothes hanger."
"A hanger?" Zhou Xu turned his head to look suspiciously.
Dadong's face just recovered blood, and he immediately said: "Yes, do you take a closer look? That thing should be at least two meters. Who is that tall in normal people?"
Xia Qiao and the others breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."
Sun Siqi: "There should be a hat on the top, so it's like standing there alone."
Everyone was frightened and relaxed. Dadong took the lead in rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find the remnants of the diary. This job was not difficult at first, but the "Xie Wen" he was holding was incongruous, and he was always far away from him when he was walking.
Everyone else entered the door, and "Xie Wen" was still wandering outside the corridor, like a kite that was particularly easy to fly to the sky, and it hurt his hand to pull it.
Zhen Xiewen leaned against the door to watch the play, watching Shen Manyi standing far away in the corner of the corridor with her own appearance. It may be that other people are not there, or it may be that she was strangled and strangled by Dadong for a while, which made her go crazy. She leaned against the wall and looked at this side in a "secret observation" attitude.
"Are you particularly afraid of this room?" Xie asked.
Shen Manyi: "I'm not afraid."
"Could this be where you were? The two carpets showed signs of being replaced." Xie asked again.
Shen Manyi: "No."
"Then you came over?" Xie asked again.
Shen Manyi is still stubborn: "Don't go."
Xie Wen turned his head and rushed into the room and said, "Dadong, you are walking far away again, is the puppet line a little out of control?"
He said it very gently, but Dadong couldn't hear such words the most, so he took the line in his hand on the spot.
The next second, Shen Manyi walked over by wire control.
"You can walk better, it's easy to be considered fake if you're so stiff." Xie asked to give her advice.
When I smelled it, I found the traces of the carpet replacement. When I was looking through it, I heard this sentence. He glanced at Xie Wen a little speechlessly, then turned to look at Shen Manyi.
But seeing that the little girl didn't even pretend, she said to him in a disintegration, "I'm fake."
When smelling: "I don't see it."
Shen Manyi: "..."
"I'm so fake!" she said again. "Call me, call me. I want to go, I don't want to play anymore."
When smelling: "Prove it."
Shen Manyi was a little reluctant. She seemed to be greedy for other people's bodies and appearances, and stared at Wen Shi. But the puppet line that tied her was still pulling in, pulling her and controlling her.
Seeing that she was about to step into the house, she muttered unwillingly, "But, I don't look good now."
"You're fine now, but I don't know what it was like before."
Wen Shi subconsciously replied to her, and only after replying did she realize that it was strange.
Xie Wen turned to look at him.
Wen Shi said with a paralyzed face, "Don't look at me, that's not what you mean."
Xie Wen looked at his expression, leaned against the door and smiled.
Laugh fart.
He was ignored when he heard it. However, Shen Manyi understood and corrected: "I used to be pretty, but I didn't look good later."
"Do you want to see it?" Shen Manyi said softly.
The moment the voice fell, she lost her thankful look, like a python shedding its skin. The process was a bit shocking, and I frowned when I saw it.
After that, she twisted her neck from side to side, like a folding chair, folded from a small group, first legs, then arms, and finally straightened her neck with a "click".
Her braids were messy and loose, because it was too collapsed, it was like... even the skin of her head and face was pulled down.
Dadong took the puppet line to the end, turned his head and came face to face with Shen Manyi like this.
He didn't come up in one breath, and it was cold again on the spot.