The Demon and the Puppeteer

Cheng Lang: Born at 80:4 on April 5, 19, with a junior high school diploma, his parents are from the countryside. Cheng Lang went to work in City A at the age of 16, got married at the age of 25, divorced three months later, and was stabbed several times by robbers at the age of 27. and die.

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There is not much information on the document. Although the document states that Cheng Lang was killed by a robber, according to Tao Ran and Wang Yalan's incident, it is not ruled out that there are other hidden reasons behind his death, and he does not know who the robber is. To find out from the people around Cheng Lang, after a simple investigation, Cheng Lang's parents have been staying in the country and have never been to City A, and Cheng Lang's ex-wife runs a small restaurant in a small town in City A.

Han Jizhi and Yan Ziyu came to the small restaurant. It was already seven o'clock in the evening when they arrived. There were six tables inside and a TV set in the corner. There were no customers. A woman in an apron was leaning against the counter. I watched TV on the TV, and when I saw someone coming, I was not in a hurry to say hello. I continued to watch TV for a while before walking over slowly: "What do you two want to eat?"

Han Jizhi glanced at the menu posted on the wall: "Here is a bowl of wonton."

"A bowl?" The woman's voice was a little thin, and it sounded a bit sarcastic. She looked at the two of them for a while before entering the back kitchen.

Han Jizhi and Yan Ziyu picked a clean table and sat face to face, Yan Ziyu approached Han Jizhi and whispered: "Do you feel the fragments of the immortal stone?"

Han Jizhi shook his head.

About 10 minutes later, the woman brought out a bowl of wontons from the back kitchen and put them on the table.

"Thank you."

The woman didn't say a word, she went to the counter and continued watching TV.

There was black dregs floating in the soup, as if the pot hadn't been cleaned. Han Jizhi stirred it with a spoon, and then asked the woman, "Does the proprietress know Cheng Lang?"

"That scum!" The woman spat, the disgust in her eyes was obvious: "He is my ex-husband, what, you have something to do with that scum? He died long ago."

"We are the staff of Xianyuan Puppets. Does the proprietress know about the recent puppet killings?" Yan Ziyu couldn't understand the woman's sarcastic look, and decided to scare her. "I heard that someone used those real puppets to find their prototypes. People killed, we want to investigate and investigate."

Who would have thought that the woman is not afraid at all: "Hey, he is so useless, he wants to kill me?"

"Puppets are different from humans. Their bodies are much harder than humans. Humans can't easily kill them, but they can easily kill humans." Yan Ziyu deliberately lowered his voice, "Madam Boss, better be careful."

"Don't try to fool me. No one Cheng Lang knows has the money to make him a real puppet. Besides, my mother has nothing to do with that scumbag eight lifetimes ago." The woman squinted at Han Jizhi and Yan Ziyu, and sneered, "I see Come out, you and him are the same kind of people, it's disgusting."

Yan Ziyu was stunned, and looked at Han Jizhi suspiciously, Han Jizhi shook his head, not knowing what he meant.

The woman seemed that the two were flirting with each other, and her heart was aroused. She walked to the table of the two of them and picked up the wonton: "If you want to show your affection, you should go out and show it. I am fed up with homosexuality."

Han Jizhi frowned, and was getting up when he saw the woman dump the wonton on Yan Ziyu's head, and smiled meanly: "I especially hate sissies, don't let me see you next time."

Yan Ziyu lowered his head, and the turbid soup fell drop by drop along his long black hair. Han Jizhi couldn't see his expression clearly, but felt an uncontrollable anger in his heart, and he really wanted to kill this woman for a moment.

"A talent like you is disgusting." Han Jizhi grabbed the woman's hand so hard that the woman felt like her wrist was about to shatter. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold, "No wonder Cheng Lang divorced you. Kind of person, no one likes it."

"Fart!" The woman's eyes were red, and she looked like a madman. "It's him who is sorry for me! He's so gay! He's so sissy! He's such a wimp!..."

Seeing the tears in the corners of the woman's eyes, Han Jizhi let go of her hands. The woman fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face, and muttered:

"Since you are gay, why did you chase me? Why did you marry me? Why did you leave? Why? I said I don't mind...why? I love him so much..."

Han Jizhi led Yan Ziyu to leave, after walking a few steps, Yan Ziyu turned his head and said with pity, "Love cannot be forced."

The woman seemed to have never heard of it.

Sitting in the car, thinking of the scene where Yan Ziyu was insulted by a woman, Han Jizhi always felt annoyed. He had never felt so irritated before. When he rolled down the window, the cold wind of late autumn blew in, and he calmed down for a while.

Yan Ziyu moved his position a bit away from Han Jizhi, and Han Jizhi immediately turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Yan Ziyu tugged at the hem of his clothes, and there was a large stain formed by the dried soup on it. His voice was a little low: "Is the smell too strong?"

Han Jizhi beckoned to Yan Ziyu and rubbed his hair after he reached over his head. Although the sticky touch between his palms made him subconsciously feel a little uncomfortable, but this discomfort was quickly forgotten: "The smell is not strong, it is just a smell. That woman is angry, open the window and calm down."

Yan Ziyu chuckled: "I didn't expect officials to be restless sometimes."

"That woman is going too far." Han Jizhi patted Yan Ziyu's head, "Don't pay attention to that woman's crazy words."

Yan Ziyu scratched his head: "Actually, I don't quite understand it. Official, what do you mean by sissy? I always feel that it's not a good thing."

"...Hmm...probably it means that the character and behavior are like a woman."

"Eh?" Yan Ziyu's eyes widened, "Do the officials think I'm a sissy?"

"No." Han Jizhi was sure.

Yan Ziyu's personality is just like a child's, and a child's temperament is soft, so he may seem to be biased towards women.

Back at the villa, Ah Huang vigilantly crawled out of the nest and barked continuously when he heard the movement. Yan Ziyu walked over cautiously behind Han Jizhi, and finally threatened Ah Huang: "If you bark again, you will be stewed."

Ah Huang shook his tail, whimpered twice and went back to lie on his stomach.

Han Jizhi smiled helplessly: "Stop bullying Ah Huang."

Yan Ziyu muttered softly: "How dare I bully it."

Han Jizhi just smiled and said nothing, although Yan Ziyu was terrified of Ah Huang at first, but now he dared to threaten it aggressively, well, although he still had to hide behind him.

The two went upstairs, Han Jizhi and Yan Ziyu's room was next to each other, before entering the door, Han Jizhi told Yan Ziyu: "Remember to wipe clean after washing, so as not to get wet."

Yan Ziyu waved his hand: "Don't worry, officials, my body is not made of ordinary wood, the quality is very good."

"Even the best wood needs maintenance." Han Jizhi patted Yan Ziyu's head, "Be good, be good."

"I'm very obedient, officer." Yan Ziyu walked into the room, and within a minute came out and entered Han Jizhi's bedroom, "Officer, how do you use the shower?"

Because Yan Ziyu didn't need to take a bath, he never used the shower head, so he ignored this point.

Han Jizhi led Yan Ziyu into the bathroom, turned on the shower switch, adjusted the water temperature, water volume and spraying angle: "That's all right."

"I'll wash that official here."

"Remember to bring towels and clothes."

While Yan Ziyu was washing in the bathroom, Han Jizhi was flipping through the documents left by Han Yi. The prototypes of real puppets recorded in the documents were all very beautiful. Han Yi would not easily make real puppets for people. There was at least one hard condition, that is, Prototypes must have their beauty.

I deliberately turned to Cheng Lang's photo. Cheng Lang has a gentle face and a pair of puppy-like eyes that make people feel soft. Just looking at the photo can easily make people feel good about him. It's hard to believe that his ex-wife is actually such an embarrassing person. people.

Who asked his father to order the Cheng Lang puppet?Not Cheng Lang's parents, not Cheng Lang's ex-wife, Cheng Lang has no particularly good friends or other relatives...

"Officer!..."

There was only a bang of the bathroom door, the sound of a heavy object hitting the door.

Han Jizhi hurried into the bathroom, and saw Yan Ziyu sitting on one knee, his upper body naked, with a bath towel around his waist, his inner thighs were faintly visible, and he was trying to get up with his hands on the ground.

Han Jizhi took Yan Ziyu's hand, feeling slippery, he pulled Yan Ziyu up with all his strength, but Yan Ziyu couldn't stand on his feet, so he threw himself into Han Jizhi's arms.

Han Jizhi patted Yan Ziyu's shoulder, his hands were extremely greasy, and the tip of his nose lingered with a strong fragrance, which was the smell of shower gel: "Ziyu, have you put on shower gel?"

Yan Ziyu stood cautiously holding Han Jizhi's shoulders, and nodded shyly.

"The shower gel has to be rinsed off," Han Jizhi said helplessly.

Yan Ziyu smirked twice, scratched his head and said: "It's okay, officer, I didn't rush on purpose, so that my body will smell good, and the officer will not dislike my bad smell."

Han Jizhi was stunned, and rubbed Yan Ziyu's hair, well, the foam on the hair was not washed off: "No matter what, I won't dislike you."

"But I still think it smells better..."

As Yan Ziyu said, he was about to step out of the bathroom, but his feet were so slippery that he staggered and was about to fall again. In desperation, Han Jizhi stretched out his hand and only grabbed Yan Ziyu's bath towel...

"Are you okay?" Han Jizhi's temperament suddenly changed, and Yan Ziyu, who was all over his body, was erected, and he hugged his waist, his lips seemed to stick to Yan Ziyu's ear, and his tone was ambiguous, "I told you to be disobedient, or I will help you." Let's wash." He reached out and locked the bathroom door.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Yan Ziyu turned around and took two steps back cautiously, covering his lower body with one hand and keeping the distance from Han Jizhi with the other hand, "No need, officer, I'll just wash it myself."

"Really." Han Jizhi lowered his eyelashes, suddenly a little pitiful, "Is Ziyu so resistant to me?" Said, Han Jizhi slowly approached Yan Ziyu.

"Officer... I, I, I will be shy." Yan Ziyu stepped back step by step, suddenly his feet slipped again, and he fell on his back.

It's so embarrassing... I won't wear shower gel next time...

Han Jizhi's figure slowly magnified in Yan Ziyu's eyes, Han Jizhi's pupils were dark, and the corner of his lips raised a smile: "It seems that I still need to help."