The Hero Kneels

Seeing this, Hongxue thought for a while and said, "I remember that as long as I don't unpack this package, the doll won't wake up for a while. It seems that the puppet master has locked the husband. According to his habits, he will send the doll every day."

every day?

Why does it sound like I'm a little excited?

Ye Dou carefully tore a slit in the package, and sure enough, he saw a puppet lying inside.

This puppet is not the little girl puppet before, but a little boy puppet. This puppet is wearing a suit and leather shoes and has a big back.

It can be seen that this thing is also here to kill the phone.

Well, for this kind of enemy move.

He wanted to say "thank you" to the puppet master!

Ye Dou raised his hand to completely destroy the puppet.

Halfway through waving his hand, he stopped in mid-air.

"Would you like to play, skin and skin, and explore the bottom by the way." Thinking of this, Ye Dou got up and walked across the street, put the puppet in front of the door of the shampoo room that was not yet open, and knocked directly on the door.

At this moment, it was about 6:00 in the morning, and the sky was getting brighter.

After knocking on the door, he returned to where he lived in a single step, then went up to the second floor, opened the curtains on the second floor and peeked.

After more than ten seconds, she saw Ms. Shi Zhenxiang, the goddess of the shampoo room with messy hair, open the door, and took the box containing the puppets into the door with a confused look, and looked around.

"Xianggong, if this doll is activated, ordinary people can't bear it, and they will be scared to death." Hongxue reminded.

Ye Dou smiled: "It doesn't matter, you can just wait and watch the play."

Sure enough, it didn't take a while.

Shi Zhenxiang ran out of the pedicure shop and saw that the little boy's puppet had been turned into two pieces, and even his head had been screwed off.

"Who hurts the old lady, is the old lady so easy to mess with? There is something for the old lady to come out, and the old lady won't **** you up." Shi Zhenxiang roared at Ye Dou's small building.

Then he threw the puppet's head on the ground, like a furious tigress, smashed the puppet's head completely, and then closed the door with a clang.

An egg-sized white soul flew over and was swallowed by the soul ring.

Ye Dou couldn't help but nodded: "As I guessed, this Shi Zhenxiang is not an ordinary person."

He turned to ask: "Hongxue, do you know the puppet master's lair, or how to control it?"

Hongxue shook her head: "The slave family has never seen the real face of the puppet master, and they don't know his old nest. They only know that he can use the puppet to kill people from a distance."

Just as he was talking, there was a slightly strange knock at Ye Dou's door.

"Another one!" Ye Dou immediately opened the window and took a closer look.

I saw another express carton appear below.

There were three express cartons in a row, and I didn't notice that the courier must be a ghost.

This is because the range of his divine sense is too narrow, only a mere five-meter range. If the range of divine sense is farther away, most of the ghosts who deliver the courier can be found and the other party will be directly captured.

"Let's continue the experiment." Ye Dou came to the other party's beef ramen shop, put the express carton at the door, knocked on the door in the same way, and then slipped back to the residence on the second floor.

As a result, Boss Song opened the door with a sullen look on his face, then took apart the cardboard box, and took a puppet that looked like a doll back to his residence.

After about half an hour, the door opposite was suddenly split open by a knife.

The puppet also flew out, but the one behind the scene was split in half from head to toe.

An egg-sized white soul flew out and was watched by the window.

Boss Song was holding a large bone-cutting knife, blue veins appeared on his handsome forehead, and his eyes were cold: "Who is playing tricks on me, let me know, let me know if I don't cut him with one knife. No!"

bang!

Boss Song closed the old wooden door and looked angry.

"These two are really not the same people."

Ye Dou nodded slightly, confirming his guess.

Boss Song and Shi Zhenxiang were probably both monitors, but Shi Zhenxiang responded quickly to the puppets and seemed to be stronger than Boss Song.

It seems that the next time I want to go to the shampoo room, I need a special service to test the other party.

As for whether Boss Song belongs to the player's power, it is not clear, but the knife just now does have the shadow of Commander Song, and the other party's surname is Song. As for whether he is related to Commander Song, it is hard to say.

Ye Dou sat still, waiting for the courier to continue sending the dolls over.

In such a short period of time, he has already acquired a full six white souls.

Efficiency is still very good.

You don't even need to do it yourself, then try to get more and more from the following, brush up a future, make a well-off, and become a millionaire.

Then turn your Thunder God power into reality.

However,

The fart didn't have to wait.

Ye Dou sat under the window sill and waited for an hour. No more puppets were delivered. It didn't come if he waited on the left, and he didn't come if he waited on the right. It felt like he would never come again.

Hongxue, who had been lying in ambush outside the door, came up at this moment: "Xiang Gong, I heard that it takes a lot of time to make a puppet master's doll, because it takes many people's tongues to make a puppet, and he lost three people in a row. Omg, are you collecting tongues?"

Ye Dou frowned.

Collect tongues?

Doesn't that mean that the puppet master is killing people?

"Ghosts do evil and must not be left. Whether it is out of conscience or out of the need to brush the soul, I can't sit and wait."

Ye Dou took out his mobile phone, called Song Qian, and asked where the tongue-pulling supernatural disaster happened, but the other party replied after a while.

Sure enough, there was a tongue-pulling incident in one place, and the time was this morning. A group of homeless people were killed by their tongues pulled out last night, and the case has just been reported there.

After asking about the location, Ye Dou went out.

After a while, he came to the site of the accident, Pingshi Street!

Pingshi Street is considered to be an old neighborhood in Shangyou City.

This old block is still being renovated and rebuilt, and some places are still in ruins. Five or six homeless people were killed in a ruin here last night, and their tongues were pulled out.

"You are the special commissioner in charge of this case?" A young-looking woman with almond eyes ~www.readwn.com~ received Ye Dou at the murder scene.

"Yes, my name is Ye Dou. I'm currently in charge of handling some special supernatural cases. Please take care of me." Ye Dou smiled.

"My name is Huang Ying. I'm the leader of the seventh group of spiritual investigations. This is the first time such a thing has happened."

Huang Ying frowned slightly and complained: "Really, how could the organization arrange for your relatives to deal with this kind of supernatural disaster?"

"Hahaha, I'm really young, but I have a little research on ghosts. I also asked Team Leader Huang to take me to the scene of the murder." Ye Dou smiled and said nothing.

The organization protects him very well, and his real information has been hidden, so people at the bottom of the organization will not know his true identity.

The two crossed the heavily blocked cordon and saw the staff member of the supernatural investigation team in a gray uniform, taking pictures.

There was a row of corpses lying on the ground. These corpses had their mouths open, their mouths full of blood. There was no tongue in their mouths, and the tongue was nowhere to be seen. They looked miserable and bloody.

"This case has been classified as a wolf-level elite supernatural disaster. It is very difficult to deal with. Can you see anything?" Huang Ying asked tentatively.

Ye Dou shook his head slightly: "Leader Huang, you said something wrong, this supernatural disaster is not a wolf level, it is a demon level, and it is a supernatural disaster of the demon level elite level."

"What? Demon level?"

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

"Where did you come from?"

"We are professionals, don't talk nonsense!"

Several people from the spiritual investigation department next to him questioned each other.

Calling a wolf-level supernatural disaster abruptly a demon-level supernatural disaster?

Demon-level supernatural disasters would threaten the entire city.

So funny!

A few people die to become a demon-level supernatural disaster?

Isn't that secluded city a devil's cave?

Simply nonsense.

Who are you, brother?