Seeing this, Hongxue thought for a while and said, "I remember that as long as I don't unpack this packaging, the doll will not wake up for the time being. It seems that the puppet master has locked in her husband. According to his habits, he will send dolls to him in the future."

every day?

Why do I feel a little excited?

Ye Dou carefully tore the packaging apart, and sure enough, he saw a puppet lying inside.

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

It can be seen that this thing is also here to kill mobile phones.

Well, for this kind of enemy action.

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

Ye Dou raised his hand and wanted to completely destroy the puppet.

Halfway through his hand, he stopped in the air.

"Do you want to play, be skinny, and look at it?" Thinking of this, Ye Dou stood up and went across the street, put the puppet in front of the door of the room that had not yet been opened, and then knocked directly on the door.

At this moment, it was around 6 a.m. and the sky was getting brighter.

After knocking on the door, he returned to his residence with one step, then went up to the second floor, lifted up the corner of the curtain on the second floor and peeked at it.

More than ten seconds later, I saw the goddess of hair-washing room with messy hair, "Shi Zhenxiang", opened the door, took the puppet box into the door with a confused look on her face, and looked around.

"My husband, if this doll is activated, ordinary people will not be able to bear it and will be scared to death." Hongxue reminded.

Ye Douze smiled: "It doesn't matter, you'll just wait to watch the show."

Sure enough, it took a short while.

Shi Zhenxiang ran out of the foot massage shop and saw that the little boy's puppet had turned into two pieces, and even his head was twisted off.

"Who is so fucking me? Is it so easy to mess with me? I'm going to let me come out, but I won't suck you dry." Shi Zhenxiang roared at Ye Dou's small building.

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

A white soul the size of an egg flew over and was swallowed by the soul ring in one bite.

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

He turned around and asked, "Hongxue, do you know the puppet's nest or how to control it?"

Hongxue shook her head: "I have never seen the true face of the puppet master before, nor do I know his nest, but I only know that he can use the puppet to kill people from a distance."

As he was talking, another slight and strange knock came from Ye Dou's door.

"One more!" Ye Dou immediately opened the window and took a closer look.

I saw another express delivery carton appear below.

There were three express cardboard boxes in a row, and I didn't notice it. The one who delivered the express must be a ghost.

If you want to blame this, you blame your spiritual consciousness for being too narrow, only a mere five-meter range. If the spiritual consciousness covers a little further, then most of you can find the ghost delivering the express and capture the other party directly.

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

As a result, Boss Song opened the door with a sleepy look on his face, then took the cardboard box apart, and took a doll-like puppet back to his residence in a daze.

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

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

A white soul the size of an egg flew out and was guarded by the window to watch the battle

Boss Song held a large bone-cutting knife, and blue veins appeared on his handsome forehead, and his eyes were filled with cold light: "Who is making trouble? I have to let me know. Let me see if I don't kill him with one knife!"

Bang!

Boss Song closed the dilapidated wooden door, looking angry.

"These two people are really not ordinary people."

Ye Dou nodded slightly, confirming his guess.

Boss Song and Shi Zhenxiang are probably both monitors, but Shi Zhenxiang's reaction to puppets is very fast, and it seems that she is higher than Boss Song in terms of strength.

It seems that I will go to the hair washing room next time, and I will need a special service and try it out.

As for whether Boss Song belongs to the player power, it is not clear. However, the knife just now did have the shadow of Commander Song, and the other party's surname is Song. As for whether he has a relative relationship with Commander Song, it is hard to say.

Ye Dou sat down without moving, waiting to deliver the express delivery and continue to deliver the doll.

In such a short time, he had already wiped out six white souls.

The efficiency is still very good.

Even if you don’t need to take action yourself, you will try to make more and more efforts to make more and more money, create a future, create a well-off society, and become a rich man.

Then enlighten your Thunder God skill to reality.

However,

Nothing can be waited for.

Ye Dou sat under the windowsill and waited for an hour. No puppets came again. He didn't wait on the left or right, and he felt that he would never come again.

Hongxue, who had been lying outside the door, floated up at this time: "My husband, I heard that it takes a lot of time to make dolls by puppets, because it takes many people's tongues to make a puppet. He lost three puppets in a row, would he be collecting his tongue?"

Ye Dou frowned.

Collect tongue?

Wouldn't that mean that the puppet master is killing someone?

"Ghosts do evil, and I cannot sit and wait, whether it is out of the conscience of heaven and earth, or the need for soul sweeping," said Dr.

Ye Dou said, taking out his cell phone, dialed Song Qian's phone number, and asked where the supernatural disaster of pulling the tongue had occurred. As a result, the other party replied after a while.

Sure enough, there was indeed a tongue-pull incident in a place, and it was this morning. A group of homeless people died of tongue-pull last night, and the incident had just been reported there.

After asking the location clearly, Ye Dou went out.

A moment later, he arrived at the accident site, Pingshi Street!

Pingshi Street is considered the old neighborhood in Youcheng.

This old neighborhood is still under renovation and reconstruction, and some places are still ruins. Last night, five or six homeless men were killed in a ruin here and their tongues were pulled out.

"Are you the special envoy responsible for handling this case?" A young-looking woman received Ye Dou at the murder scene.

"Yes, my name is Ye Dou. I am currently responsible for handling some special supernatural cases. Please take care of it." Ye Dou smiled.

"My name is Huang Ying. Is it the leader of the Supernatural Investigation Group 7? Is this the first time this happened?"

Huang Ying frowned slightly and complained: "Really, how could the organization be so dependents of your year to deal with this supernatural disaster?"

"Hahaha, I am indeed young, but I have a little research on ghosts. I also asked Team Leader Huang to take me to the murder scene." 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 of them crossed the cordons of heavy blockades and saw the staff of the supernatural investigation team wearing a gray uniform taking pictures.

There were rows of corpses lying on the ground. The corpses were all open with big mouths, covered in blood, there was no tongue in their mouths, and their tongues were missing, looking miserable and bloody.

"This case was characterized as a supernatural disaster of a wolf-level elite. It is very difficult. Can you tell me what?" Huang Ying asked tentatively.

Ye Dou shook his head slightly: "Team Leader Huang, you said something wrong. This supernatural disaster is not a wolf level, but a magic level, and a magical elite level supernatural disaster."

"What? Magic level?"

"Hey, what are you talking nonsense?"

"Where did you come out?"

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

Several people from the Supernatural Investigation Department next to them questioned them.

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

Demon-level supernatural disasters will threaten the entire city.

Too funny!

How many people die will become a magic-level supernatural disaster?

Wouldn't the Seul City become a demon's cave?

It's simply nonsense.

Brother, who are you?
Chapter completed!