puppeteer

【eleven】

Not a ray of light can penetrate the dark room, and all things can only be seen as a vague outline.

Only the figure of the puppeteer is particularly eye-catching.

The faint smell of blood permeates, gathers, and merges into an ominous message.

In the darkness, his perennial red clothes looked more and more colorful, like a burning flame of blood, just looking at it seemed to be able to feel the astonishing scorching heat and blood.

The puppet master closed his eyes, his teeth were locked tightly, his long and black eyelashes cast light shadows on his pale cheeks, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a sharp arc, and the already pale lip color appeared even more subtle. Bloodless.

Beads of scorching sweat slipped from his forehead, winding down the contours of his side face, but his body was as cold and stiff as a corpse.

Too much haste.

The puppeteer thought so in his heart.

The two sensations of ice and snow and scorching fire struggled in his body, as if they were about to tear his body in half completely. The pain was like a snake that couldn't get rid of, spitting out a poisonous letter, following every part of his body. The tendons climb and swim along, winding slowly.

The bloodthirsty desire intensified and rose from his heart, killing and blood burning his heart, spreading like a prairie fire.

Because he is no stranger to this situation.

He had a similar experience when he was 13 years old.

——Being obsessed.

In his vague memory, he woke up suddenly standing barefoot on the cold ground when he was young. The ground was cold and sticky, and the strong smell of blood was disgusting. He looked down at his surroundings, and all he could see was pale and twisted. The broken limbs and the hideous face seemed to be torn apart by human hands.

Dead bodies everywhere.

He stared blankly at the surroundings, his numb and thin palms trembled slightly due to excessive force, his already pale fingers were stained red with blood, and the cold and sticky feeling spread from his fingertips to his heart.

The familiar faces that fell on the ground became extremely strange at this moment, and the dilated pupils were filled with turbidity. It was still the same body, but the soul living in it had been torn apart.

This is not right.

He silently recited these words in his heart, holding up the bloody head with a numb face.

The slender and pale fingertips pierced straight into the eye sockets, and forcibly dug out the still clear eyeballs. He held a pair of eyeballs and fell to the ground. His pale face was blank and absent-minded, and he murmured:

"I'm here to save you, mother."

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Li Mu sat in the room, carefully examining the thick paper in front of him.

That was collected by his subordinates, all the information about the puppet master, and most of these materials are about who the puppet master killed in a certain place on a certain day in a certain year, other than that, it is about ghosts and gods The unpredictable legends are all pretentious and untrue things.

Li Mu threw away the documents in his hands irritably, and the snow-white pages fluttered and fell on the bedside and the floor.

His eyes were inadvertently fixed on one of the pages, and his complexion suddenly became solemn. He reached out and picked up a thin piece of paper at his feet, read it carefully and earnestly several times, his eyes turned pale. more and more profound.

Suddenly, he seemed to have caught some movement in the room not far away, his expression froze, and he immediately opened the door and ran to the puppeteer's room.

The road was smooth and unimpeded, and the sense of uncertainty in his heart became more and more intense, and his face turned pale with anxiety.

As soon as he pushed the door open, the strong smell of blood came over his face immediately, making his breathing stagnate.

The puppet master struggled to open his eyes, and his hoarse voice suppressed the faint ruthlessness: "Get lost."

The author has something to say:

Cough, after that comes the eighth letter, which will be placed in the group or on Weibo.

After all, Jinjiang does not allow writing [meat], so the number of words in this chapter will be relatively small.