I'm a spy in the film

In the evening, the blood-red setting sun left only heatless light shining on the earth, dyeing the Lost Lake south of the town red.

A small boat slowly cut through the man-high mist on the lake and arrived at the dock of the island in the middle of the lake.

Two young men jumped off the boat, wearing the same black suit, the same tall stature, and the same blond hair.

The difference is that one person holds a flashlight and the other holds a wooden doll.

The people who came were Zack and Bourne with Jamie's face.

Stepping on the thick dead branches and leaves on the ground, the two came to a five-story building. The sculptures standing in front of the door and the exquisite reliefs on the walls proved how glorious this building was in the past.

This is the puppet theater where Mary Shaw performed, lived and worked.

When I walked into the theater, I saw rows of seats covered with dust and cobwebs, the ground was overgrown with weeds, and there were even some small saplings growing between the seats.

The two walked along the aisle and came to the stage. Zack was the first to notice the messy footprints on the stage floor - someone had been there recently, and not just one person.

Following the direction where the footprints disappeared, the two found a staircase behind the stage leading to the second floor.

When I reached the second floor, I found that there was another space here.

Along the curved corridor, there were seven or eight rooms of about ten square meters, and their doors were not closed.

In a room that looked like a bedroom at the end of the corridor, Bourne dug out a hardcover book from a worn suitcase on the floor.

It is Mary Shaw's diary, which not only records her life, but also records her methods and design drawings of making dolls. At the end of the diary, it also mentions the method of making "real dolls" - using living people!

Perhaps this is the real reason why Mary Shaw was killed by the townspeople?

Because she began to study forbidden spells, in that era of burning witches, if she was discovered, she would surely be killed.

I just don't know how far her research has progressed.

At the end of the diary, there are obvious signs that a few pages have been torn off, apparently taken away by someone. I don’t know what is recorded on them.

While Bourne was thinking, Zack's voice suddenly came from behind:

"who?"

Looking back, Zack had already run out into the corridor. Worried that something had happened to him, Bourne had no choice but to take the diary and hurriedly chase after him.

However, when he chased to a painted wall with vertical stripes at the end of the corridor, Zack's figure disappeared in a flash.

"Agent! Agent Zack!"

Bourne shouted loudly, but no one responded. All he could hear was the whistling of the wind outside the theater, and the strange whistling sounds coming through the cracks in the building, and -

a voice.

"Aren't you here to find me? Go forward and you will get what you want to know!"

The voice is sometimes old, sometimes young, and sometimes it sounds like the voices of countless people spliced ​​together.

Bourne walked forward as he was told. When he got to the wall, he discovered that the wall was actually a secret passage, which took advantage of people's visual illusion.

Following the secret passage, Bourne came to a room that looked like a workshop. It was filled with parts for dolls - boxes of arms, thighs and heads, and white eyeballs in well-sealed glass jars, which looked extremely creepy.

Suddenly, Bourne turned around and looked at a wall behind him covered by a huge red cloth, and whispered:

"So you are here!"

As he finished speaking, the red cloth fell away, revealing a wall filled with densely packed dolls.

100!

Plus, Henry said that Mary Shaw's will mentioned that in addition to burying her body as a doll, she also wanted to be buried with her 101 dolls. Now, the number matches.

But how did these dolls, which were supposed to be buried in the ground, appear here?

"Come out, Mary Shaw!"

Bourne shouted in a low voice.

A creaking sound came from the puppets on the wall, and one by one, the puppets' heads turned in one direction.

Looking in that direction, a clown-like puppet sitting in a rocking chair opened its eyes and let out a hoarse, malicious laugh.

“Mary Shaw, what do you want to do?”

The light from Bourne's flashlight shone directly on the clown doll's face, illuminating its half-hidden features in the darkness with incredible clarity.

This flashlight is a military-grade high-intensity flashlight that Bourne specially borrowed from Major Scarlett. Although it is small, it can give the effect of a searchlight.

This photo destroyed most of the horror atmosphere that the person behind the scenes had just created with great difficulty, and also vaguely revealed a figure hiding behind the clown.

"Let those who silence me be silenced."

The Joker said slowly in a hoarse voice.

"So you killed the men, but what about the kids? What about Mike Ash? You liar!"

"Those people deserve to die!" The Joker said angrily, "I didn't kill Mike Ash. I just wanted to use his body to make a perfect puppet. Is there anything wrong with that? Do you know how difficult it is to make a perfect puppet?"

"Then why did you kill Lisa? Why did you kill an innocent woman?"

The Joker said: "You are not the last one of the Ash family, the one in her belly is. Your family owes me this!"

"We built this theater for you and made you famous. You killed someone and were killed. We paid for your burial. How come we still owe you?" Bourne demanded.

"Liar, you Ash family are all liars!"

The Joker suddenly became furious.

At this moment, the figure behind the clown suddenly stretched out his dry and pale hands, hugged the clown doll's head, and lifted it to the same height as a human. A long tongue made up of multiple human tongues came out of the figure's mouth, passed through the back of the clown doll's head, and stretched out of the clown doll's mouth.

A rotten and smelly smell suddenly spread out and soon diffused throughout the workshop.

"Well!"

Bourne quickly threw the thick book in his hand to the ground and covered his nose with his sleeve.

It stinks so much! This old woman hasn’t brushed her teeth in decades!

Perhaps he was satisfied with Bourne's disgusting performance, the mastermind laughed hoarsely and said proudly:

"You secretly learned my method of making puppets, and you also want to obtain my ability to imitate other people's speech. Hahahaha, you will all die miserably!"

When she said the last sentence, her tone was icy and full of resentment, and her voice was mixed with the accents of countless people, and the volume was many times louder than before.

"impossible!"

But Bourne's voice was louder than hers.

At this moment, Bourne seemed to be possessed by an actor and his acting skills were at full tilt.

He covered his chest as if he had been hit hard by something, staggered back several steps, and finally managed to stand firm by holding onto the wall filled with dolls.

While saying: "I have never heard my family mention this matter, you are lying to me, you are the murderer!"

The mastermind said disdainfully: "Do you know how your mother died? Do you think your father's second wife really ran away? No, they were all made into puppets! Even your father's sister was..."

"Who is it? Who is it?" Bourne growled in a low voice.

"Of course it's the one from your family!"

The mastermind finally stopped hiding and emerged from the shadows.

Seeing that Bourne did not show any expression of fear or alarm, the ferocious look on her face turned into doubt:

Why did her tried-and-true method of scaring people fail? Why didn't the little guy from the Ash family open his mouth in shock and let her take away his tongue and soul?

Before she could figure it out, a strong white light suddenly erupted in the room. All the puppets screamed, some of which were particularly shrill, and bursts of black smoke came out of the puppets.

"No!"

Mary Shaw only had time to let out a scream before a dark hand grabbed her throat. Her long tongue, which was twisting like a snake and was spit out in the air, was also grabbed by another hand emitting a faint milky white light.

Now, she can no longer make a sound.