Su Xiaocao cried bitterly, she began to wipe her tears, shaking her shoulders and sobbing, "What should I do? I don't remember what happened afterwards.
I only remember those women in cheongsams dancing, and the Second Young Master holding my hand in the middle of the dance floor..."
"Just a friendly reminder, you are going to the Second Young Master's room, not the dance hall. There will not be a dance floor in the room." Su Qingyu ruthlessly broke her fantasy.
Su Xiaocao's cognition was greatly affected last night.
The fact that she could come back normally now meant that not much blue drink was added to the red drink. Zhao Zhili just wanted to cause her temporary mental confusion and did not want to kill her.
The three young masters of the Governor's Mansion all have secrets.
The next day, Su Xiaocao went to Zhao Zhili to seek justice with dark circles under her eyes. She pulled Su Qingyu along and asked her to accompany her.
When we arrived at the second young master's room, he was blindfolded and playing a game of tag.
There were seven or eight women sitting in a mess in the room. They were wearing heavy makeup and had disheveled hair, like lifeless plastic models.
Youyou tugged at Su Qingyu's sleeve and reminded her: "Master, the second young master's pollution has worsened, you should not go in."
"Yeah." Su Qingyu touched Youyou's head.
Inside the room, the blindfolded Second Young Master Zhao Zhili touched a dummy, and the dummy suddenly stood up again and again in a fixed manner, twisted its neck in a weird posture, folded its limbs in opposite directions, moved its left eyeball while the right eyeball remained still, stretched out its hand, and wrapped it around Zhao Zhili's arm with a "click-click".
Su Xiaocao was just about to go in and settle accounts with Zhao Zhili, but when she saw this scene, she paused and stopped at the door of the room.
“Are those things people?”
"She looks like a human but not a human." Su Qingyu grabbed her arm and said, "Don't go into the room. Call the Second Young Master out directly."
"Okay." Su Xiaocao stood at the door, calling the second young master.
Zhao Zhili let go of the dummy. The dummy seemed to have lost its life when it left Zhao Zhili's touch, and fell to the ground like a pile of parts.
He took off his blindfold and saw the person coming. He raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a hint of surprise: "Miss Su, Miss Su, why did you think of visiting me today?"
Su Xiaocao glanced at the dummy in his room with some fear.
Last night, Su Xiaocao remembered that these people were real people.
The mannequin with its legs on her neck was dancing with her hand last night.
Zhao Zhili explained gently: "Don't be afraid, I was just performing a puppet show. These are puppets. They are connected by silk strings that go all the way to the second floor. They are controlled by the puppeteer."
The ceiling fits tightly together, so where does the gap come from
Youyou was standing next to Su Qingyu. These were just some of the tricks he had left over.
When he was using silk threads to control the leader of the Red Apple Circus, the leader's body was hollowed out. Not only could he control the puppet's behavior, he could also imitate the character's speech.
In Youyou's eyes, these dummies are nothing but dwarfs.
"Master, it's fake."
"I know."
"Fake? What's fake?" Su Xiaocao often heard Su Qingyu talking to the little boy in clown makeup. According to the suicide note left by her father, the clown should be a guard, but Su Xiaocao didn't think so.