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The blood flowed under Song Ci's feet, and even flowed to his shoes.

He and Akabane were facing each other, and the corridor was very quiet for a moment, so quiet that he wondered if the Akabane in front of him was a real person, or maybe just a ghost.

Thinking of this, he took a step forward and tried to talk to Akabane.

"Song Ci!"

Gong Xiaoyu's voice suddenly came from ahead, Song Ci looked over subconsciously, and then Chi Yu's figure disappeared.

Gong Xiaoyu came from another direction, just about to say something, saw the head at Song Ci's feet again, changed her words and said, "This, this head shouldn't belong to the murderer, right?"

Song Ci shook her head: "Someone put a head here, just like the previous head."

He still didn't say anything about Akabane. After all, the person who turned Gong Xiaoyu into a spy seemed to be Akabane. Letting Gong Xiaoyu know this would only make him wonder if he was being implicated.

Gong Xiaoyu stared at the head on the ground: "I guess it's impossible for us to find the murderer so quickly, but in this way, there will be three corpses."

Song Ci replied: "The other parts of the corpse should be hidden, including the headless corpse that disappeared in the exhibition room."

As soon as this was mentioned, Gong Xiaoyu also remembered that he was looking for Song Ci: "I found a clue in the west wing of the art museum, you should take a look."

Song Ci followed him and walked over. When he left, he glanced at the other end of the corridor, but it was just empty.

"That's it."

Gong Xiaoyu brought Song Ci to an exhibition hall, which was the only room without paintings. There was only one display stand in the room, and above it was a model of a two-story bungalow with a loft design. Visitors could open the door of the house and Windows to see the scene in the house.

It's a bit like peeping into other people's lives, but Song Ci soon discovered that things were unusual, and the character models in it really moved.

The family of three had dinner first, and the parents enjoyed themselves happily, but the little boy at the dining table was expressionless. Then they went back to their rooms to rest, and the little boy was reading a book in the bedroom.

That's when the murder happened.

Suddenly the boy's father took out an ax and chopped off the mother's head.

The mother doll immediately fell apart, and the father bagged her remains and hauled them to storage.

Not long after, the father came out with a new mother. The new mother was intact, and the severed head was also intact. No damage could be seen.

The two held hands and returned home with smiles on their faces.

Gong Xiaoyu turned to Song Ci with a complex expression: "What do you think this means?"

Song Ci froze in place, with pain in his head, as if the chainsaw was sawing his brain.

Many scenes flashed before his eyes, just like the story of this model house, a couple treated each other like guests, the mother was gentle and generous, the father was gentle and gentle, but there were countless corpses piled up in the basement.

Song Ci looked up, and the little boy on the second floor was looking downstairs instead of reading.

He saw it all, what his parents were doing.

Song Ci's gaze met him inadvertently. It was clearly just a puppet, but it made his heart twitch, as if the little boy had suddenly switched places with him, he was him, and he was also him.

Gong Xiaoyu tugged at the corner of his clothes, pointed to the warehouse of the bungalow and said, "We have to see what's hidden inside."

Song Ci came back to her senses and looked at the pitch-black warehouse. The inside of the door was pitch-black. Gong Xiaoyu took out her phone and turned on the flash to see the scene inside.

Pile of puppets.

Almost the entire warehouse was filled with broken dolls. They were all the same person, that is, the boy's mother. Her limbs were scattered and piled up in the warehouse. Nearby were some parts for assembly and a machine.

"This is like a 3D printer." Gong Xiaoyu pointed at the machine and said.

Song Ci also understood the meaning of these words. The father of the puppet brought in the wreckage of his mother, but when it came out, it was a complete body. It should be 3D printing—he printed out his wife.

"That is to say, this woman is fake?" Gong Xiaoyu glanced at the bedroom, "Where is the real mistress?"

Song Ci looked at the boy's room, and posted photos in his bedroom, including a photo of a funeral: "I think she has passed away."

Gong Xiaoyu: "I guess so, otherwise there would be no need to print out a dummy. However, this family of three is too strange. The mother is dead, the father is crazy, and the son is also facial paralyzed."

The boy has been sitting in front of the desk, looking at the book expressionlessly, without raising his head.

Time passed quickly in this hut. It was only dinner just now, and the family was about to fall asleep soon. The father lay down with the dummy mother in his arms, while the boy was still reading a book with the lamp on.

The plot was at a stalemate, Gong Xiaoyu suggested to search other rooms, maybe they could find clues.

However, this model house is just a toy room, and a room is only a few palms in size, so it is not easy to find clues.

They almost used a magnifying glass to check the room, but there were no useful clues on the two floors, and finally the attic was left.

There is only one window in this attic, and you have to turn on the light to see the scene inside. Gong Xiaoyu turned on the flash of your mobile phone, and barely saw the situation in the attic.

"This is……"

Gong Xiaoyu looked at the scene inside in confusion.

"Study? Research room?"

The attic does have stacked bookshelves, and a desk with a computer on it.

"Maybe all the secrets are hidden in the computer, but how do I check?"

These computers and books are just models, and they cannot be read or used no matter how you look at them.

"No need." Song Ci pointed to the wall in front of the desk, on which a large poster-like design draft was pasted, "Then there is information on it."

Gong Xiaoyu looked over following his instructions, and managed to read part of the handwriting on the design draft with his good eyesight: "Well... the name is Soul...? Soul Network?"

Song Ci froze for a moment, clenched his fist, and suddenly understood.

Gong Xiaoyu also looked at him, and they both thought of one thing by coincidence: "Wait, didn't Turing say that the Asuka network hijacked the undead? Its essence is the soul network..."

Song Ci remained silent, but looked at the warehouse again: "Actually, I still have a doubt. That headless corpse must be a woman, and there happens to be a dead woman here. This should not be a coincidence."

Gong Xiaoyu's face was heavy, and she looked into the sleeping house again: "The murderer who killed her is not among the remaining people? Or, the three corpses belong to this family, and the murderer is someone else? "

Song Ci shook her head: "I have almost understood it, there is only one clue left, and we can pass this level."

Gong Xiaoyu smiled wryly: "Then you'd better hurry up, you have a stop card, so you shouldn't have noticed, but we've been in this place for almost ten hours, and the flow of time here is much faster than in the normal world , You should also pay attention to restarting your stop time card, don't waste time."

Song Ci found out that the time for the model of this bungalow was much faster, but he didn't expect that this time would be parallel to the art museum. Time was slipping away quickly, and Song Ci couldn't wait any longer.

"Let's go to the previous exhibition hall."

They returned to the exhibition hall, where it remained the same as before, and the writing on the wall was still there, still saying don't leave.

Song Ci adjusted the stop time card once, then greeted Gong Xiaoyu, and walked out as planned.

He returned to the corridor where Akabane had appeared, staring at the figure in front of him and drawing a godlike expression.

Not long after, he felt footsteps behind him again.

He turned his head, and the red hair was flying in front of him again, just as he thought.According to previous experience, Akabane should appear after this time.

And he appeared with his head in his hands.

However, there were already two heads under Song Ci's feet, so Song Ci moved the other one over and put them in a row.

This weird scene made Chiyu stop his movements, but Song Ci smiled behind his head: "Together three heads, you can summon the dragon."

Akabane held his head and said nothing, and never threw it at Song Ci's feet.

However, Song Ci didn't even look at that head, but stared at Akabane in front, and said decisively: "I have solved the mystery."

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