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After Director Wang rushed in and said that sentence out of breath, he carefully looked around the whole room, and his eyes belatedly stayed on the two people who were still hugging each other. The expression on his face froze. Speechless looking at the sky.

Luo Bofeng glanced at Director Wang, then let go of Jiang Muqiu, took a good look at it, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he stood still.

"Director Wang, don't you want to check on the situation of the principal?" Jiang Muqiu glanced at Director Wang who was pretending he didn't see anything, and said coldly.

Director Wang subconsciously looked at Jiang Muqiu who was speaking, then frowned and said reluctantly: "No, forget it, I said it, the principal may not want to see me."

"Why?" Jiang Muqiu asked, staring at Director Wang with undisguised inquiry.

Director Wang hesitated for a moment, but seemed still unwilling to speak.

Jiang Muqiu raised his eyebrows, "If you don't want to say it, let's wait until Director Wang is willing to say it. Anyway, there is no rush to clean up the things outside."

Thinking of the moving corpse outside, Director Wang couldn't help but wince, "No, no, I said, I'll just say it. Well, it's actually strange to say that a few days ago, the principal didn't know why suddenly Turned against me, didn't let me approach her office, and moved her usual office here, and didn't allow anyone to approach her."

"You don't know the reason?" Jiang Muqiu asked.

Director Wang shook his head and replied, "I really don't know the reason, but I do have a guess."

"Oh? What guess?" Jiang Muqiu glanced at the headmaster who hadn't recovered his sanity from the corner of his eye, and asked indifferently.

"It's like this. Ten or twenty years ago, I don't remember the exact time. At that time, the principal was involved in an accidental death. It is said that he witnessed a girl fall down the stairs and broke her neck. But that incident The matter was very strange, because the report at the time said it was a disappearance, not an accidental death at all. Up to now, no one knows what the truth was." Director Wang looked far away, as if he was seriously recalling.

"The principal's previous actions may be because he saw the child's death, so he thought of something bad." Director Wang pondered. "Anyway, that's how I feel."

"Since we don't know what the truth was back then, why is Director Wang so sure that

"Uh... well... Hey, no matter whether I was really dead or not, I never thought of it. It's the same as being dead." Director Wang explained, and immediately urged, "Both of you Detective, I’ve said all of this, you two should hurry up and find a way to deal with that thing outside. Maybe the corpse that ran away before also came out!”

"Hey, I said principal, did you hear me, this talisman, draw another one." Jiang Muqiu took two steps towards the principal, tapped his knuckles lightly on the table twice, and said.

The principal was indifferent, still in a daze, his eyes unfocused.

Jiang Muqiu frowned slightly, so carelessly?After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Zhou Li."

Only then did the headmaster react, and he mechanically turned his head to look at Jiang Muqiu, "What... what? What did you just say?"

"Draw that talisman again." Jiang Muqiu repeated it patiently.

The headmaster shook his head in a trance, "No, no."

"Huh?" Jiang Muqiu narrowed his eyes, his eyes were dangerous.

The headmaster didn't seem to see him, he just slowly stretched out a finger and said, "One person can only draw one picture."

Suddenly, Jiang Muqiu chuckled, and turned his gaze to Director Wang, "Then, Director Wang will help us draw another picture."

Director Wang's pupils shrank, and his body movements and words were trying to express his resistance, "No, no, I don't want it, I can't, I can't."

"Give me a reason, Director Wang." Jiang Muqiu said quietly, with a hint of wanting to look good without saying anything.

Director Wang was still repeating what he said just now, "No, I don't want it, I can't, I can't."

Jiang Muqiu's eyes froze, "Wang Bin, you'd better think clearly, if you don't want to draw, then you have to go and keep company with those two corpses. I don't mind multiple meat shields, but I don't know what Wang Bin is doing. What are you thinking, Director?"

"No, I don't want it." Director Wang shook his head violently.

"To paint, or not to paint?" Jiang Muqiu obviously didn't have that much patience to wait, besides, no one knew what was going on outside.

Director Wang was still resisting, as if he was going to die.

"Then let's go." Luo Bofeng stepped forward, grabbed Director Wang's left arm, and subdued him with a simple elbow. After all, Director Wang who hasn't exercised all year round

After subduing Director Wang, Luo Bofeng frowned unobtrusively. Violating the rules of the game will still be punished.He glanced at his chest calmly, very grateful that he was wearing black today, and when he looked up again, his face was normal.

Luo Bofeng led Director Wang to take a step towards the door, and Director Wang withdrew, "Okay, can I draw? I will draw, don't let me go out, I won't go out."

Jiang Muqiu glanced at Director Wang, and his eyes fell on Luo Bofeng as if there was nothing there, "Why did you go so early? Draw quickly, don't waste time."

Director Wang tremblingly picked up the pen, glanced at the principal inadvertently, and saw a malicious smile on the corner of the principal's mouth, staring at him without blinking, immediately retracted his gaze as if electrocuted, and the pen tip landed on the paper When I was there, cold sweat broke out on my head.

"Can't write people's names on places other than paper? Huh?" Jiang Muqiu stared at the ghostly symbols that appeared on the paper almost instantly, with a sharp smile like a knife.

Director Wang stiffened his neck, not daring to look at Jiang Muqiu.

Jiang Muqiu took the ghost painting talisman written by Director Wang with a condensed expression, heh, I think it can't be written on paper, right?These crooked things are clearly the deformation of the name plus the confession.

"Let's go." Jiang Muqiu glanced sideways at Luo Bofeng with an inexplicable expression.

Luo Bofeng responded, and when Jiang Muqiu didn't notice, there was a trace of bitterness at the corner of his mouth, hoping to hide it.

The two didn't think much about anything else, and walked directly towards the playground.On the playground, Director Wang had already buried the familiar small soil bag, but now it has been dug up halfway.The corpse that had been successfully drilled out of the soil was lying powerlessly aside.

Under the moonlight, the blood-stained head rolled out, its eyes were wide open, and it happened to be staring straight at the direction Jiang Muqiu and Luo Bofeng were coming from.That face was pale, and the moonlight seemed to have covered him with a thin layer of frost, and even the curvature of the corner of his mouth seemed to emit a chill.

Jiang Muqiu only took a glance and then skipped over. He didn't leave any special impression at all. Instead, he deliberately paid attention to Luo Bofeng who was standing one meter away from him, but he didn't say anything, and then moved his gaze to the little soil bag. , now, the body still has a leg buried in it.

As if responding to Jiang Muqiu's expectation, the soil loosened by the excavation rustled, and an uneven cross-section of the corpse appeared in Jiang Muqiu's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the leg moved in a strangely twisted

After all the body parts came out of the soil, they began to assemble automatically, gradually forming a complete standing human figure.At the same time, the piercing female voice sounded at the same time, "The doll and the bear are dancing, babbling..." The owner of the voice didn't sound very loud, he looked like a teenager at most, no, it should be said, maybe, and The two dead children were the same age.

"Dancing doll and bear, babbling babbling..."

Another song floated from far or near, but the specific direction could not be heard, or it was everywhere.

After that, the reassembled corpse began to dance to the singing, but its limbs were stiff and twisted, and its head fell down as if uncontrolled. The overall appearance was clearly a puppet.

"New doll, hee hee hee..." A strange voice sounded, and the singing came again. "The doll dances with the little bear, babble babble..."

Jiang Muqiu's face was full of black lines when he heard it, and he couldn't hold back a light snort, "Do you only know how to sing this line?"

The singing that was originally looping stopped suddenly after Jiang Muqiu said that sentence, and two seconds later, it became crazy, "The doll and the bear are dancing, babbling, babbling, babbling."

However, no matter how crazy, the lyrics are still the same, nothing new.

"Tsk." Jiang Muqiu was quite disgusted by this, but there is still good news. It seems that the guy who controlled the corpse could understand him, "Since you have two dolls, you should let them dance ballroom dancing That's right."

"Doll, two dolls, old doll, new doll, hee hee hee hee hee..." The voice fluctuated from far to near, in the silent night, like a bone-piercing cold wind.

"Are you right?" Jiang Muqiu ignored the guy who was thinking about the doll, but turned to look at Luo Bofeng, and took a step forward, shortening the distance between the two.

Luo Bofeng retreated subconsciously, but was pressed again by Jiang Muqiu, even grabbed his arm directly.

Jiang Muqiu leaned over and sniffed at Luo Bofeng's neck. When he raised his eyes slightly, he could clearly see Luo Bofeng's rolling Adam's apple. The corner of his mouth curled up into a dangerous arc, and then he whispered: "The smell of blood." The voice was very soft , like babbling in a dream, a secret love story.