This is not the first time such a thing has happened. Li Yun was a little suspicious of that account, and only relaxed after changing the computer. Now that he encountered such a thing again, he could not help but doubt that account again.

Li Yun looked at Yi Xin and saw Yi Xin walking forward, tilted his head, and carefully looked at the corpse nailed to the wall.

Li Yun looked over Yi Xin's gaze, and then he noticed that the person on the wall was not actually considered a corpse.

It was just a very real doll, with exquisite workmanship that was fake and real, but it wasn't real, it wasn't real.

Especially when the pulled neck approaches, you will find that the neck can be twisted like this entirely because the skin of the body is made of some kind of plastic. There seems to be no bones in the body as support, and the entire body should be solid like a sculpture. The texture of the skin, the blood vessel tendons and veins under the skin, and the bones highlighted are all just shapes.

Li Yun was stunned and asked, "Has he... been dispersed?"

As a human, Pan Yao had long died, but his soul should exist in this artificial body. Now that the body has become like this, the soul will either leave or completely disappear. For ghosts, this is real death.

Yi Xin reached out to fiddle with the head for a while.

The head that was held up was facing Li Yun, and Li Yun could see the glass eyeballs that were enough to make the fake look real.

There was a person reflected in his eyes, but the figure was very small, not Yi Xin and Li Yun who were right in front of him.

Li Yun subconsciously leaned over and wanted to see the reflection in those eyes clearly, and then he felt a strange feeling of being watched.

It seemed as if the two figures in the glass eyeballs were staring at him. The two figures seemed to be alive.

This feeling is fleeting.

Li Yun still noticed this subtle change. Looking at those eyes again, he could only confirm that the figure among them should be a man and a woman. The woman's dress was more conspicuous. Li Yun immediately compared the outline of the woman with Mrs. Pan Yao in his hallucination the last time he saw Mrs. Pan Yao. He could not see the facial features of the figure, but from the outline, he should be the same person. The man standing next to Mrs. Pan Yao was very tall, with curly hair, probably wearing a suit, and a straight figure. Apart from that, Li Yun could not see anything else.

Yi Xin has already let go.

The head shook and pressed against the chest of the body.

"He died of a wrist cut." Yi Xin suddenly said, "He died in a cemetery outside, and his body was buried."

This is something Yi Xin never mentioned before when recalling the past.

Yi Xin looked at the dummy again, "This way, it's similar to what he looks like after he became a ghost. He has always played a living person to the outside world, and his face naturally changes. This is the first time I have seen this dummy. Originally, he didn't use these..."

Yi Xin touched the dummy's body again, "This workmanship is not very similar to Fran's craftsmanship."

As she said, she reached out and pulled away Pan Yao's clothes.

She lifted up her robe and her pants were taken off without hesitation.

Li Yun was shocked. Before he could see anything from the Eighteen Forbidden, he saw Yi Xin stroke his hand, and the dummy's skin was like cut tofu, revealing its soft inner.

Li Yun was sure that the material of this dummy should be plastic, at least it looks plastic. This material also has wonderful toughness and softness.

Yi Xin inserted his hand into it, groped for a while, and pulled out a ball from it with force.

"What is this?" Uncle Li asked in confusion.

"The spherical joint of the doll?" Li Yun said immediately.

"Yeah." Yi Xin observed for a while and threw away the ball.

She threw the dummy in place, left the bedroom, and entered the next room.

When Yi Xin pushed open the door, he glanced at the center of the door panel.

Something should have been carved there is now beyond recognition.

After entering the door, I saw a somewhat simple studio.

The things in the studio are very old, and those half-wood and half-metal tools don't look like things from modern craft studios at first glance. The doll parts stacked on the shelves are also very age-like.

Relatively speaking, it is because the walls and floors of this room are covered with wallpaper, which is a bit moldy. The floor is not a wooden floor or a marble floor, but like a wall, it is covered with paper. The plastic paper has subtle wooden floor patterns, but you can tell at a glance that this is definitely not a wooden floor.

The plastic paper is still tilted.

Yi Xin rubbed the piece with his feet and saw that the exposed floor was a piece of charred wood.

This is in contrast to Yi Xin's memory.

After she stopped visiting the church, Pan Yao simply arranged the place and asked Fran to stay here to make dolls. However, this time, the dolls made by Fran are no longer toys for children, nor are they specially customized souvenirs.

"They are leaving." Yi Xin looked up at the studio window.

There is bright sunshine outside the window.

Li Yun had such a speculation before, and it was even more certain that Yi Xin said.

"We were the ones who alerted the enemy?" Uncle Li asked worriedly.

Yi Xin shook her head.

"Before I... before coming to church, the story I posted on Weibo was a story about a dummy I made up. The plastic model in the store was haunted and her head would turn." Li Yun said in a heavy mood.

Yi Xin turned around and looked at Li Yun, "I said before that the grapefruit leaves were taking a bath, have you taken it?"

Li Yun was stunned.

"Is it because of that Weibo?" Uncle Li was worried.

This is their job. The boss is willing to take them in. Whether they are kind-hearted or not, they will hire them to manage the Weibo account and do miscellaneous work. If there is a problem with the account, the next problem they have to deal with is their big trouble, not their bravery.

Li Yun and Uncle Li were just worried and didn't feel much guilty.

The dolls in the church they have seen are not living people. Although they are also ghosts, they have been dead for less than half a year, and the concept of "I am a ghost" has not yet penetrated into their bones. Killing people will cause them to have strong psychological barriers, but the ones who die are ghosts, so their emotions are not that strong.

Yi Xin rolled her eyes.

Before she could answer, Li Yun lowered her eyes and her expression became dim.

Li Yun was a little nervous.

He wasn't so nervous when he died.

When I met Peng Siqing before, it was another line of life and death, and he was not so panicked.

During those two deaths, his ideas were quite clear, just doubts and survival.

Now, he was a little at a loss.

This kind of at a loss is not the hesitation of "whether to meddle in other people's business", but really not knowing what to do. Just like when taking exams during the exams, when facing multiple-choice and subjective questions that you can't do, you have a completely different mood, but it is hundreds of times stronger than that mood.

"Is it because of me?" Li Yun looked up at Yi Xin.

Yi Xin looked at Li Yun in surprise, and suddenly he wanted to speak but stopped.

After being surprised, Uncle Li also reacted. Like Yi Xin, he seemed to have something to his mouth and was pulled back by reason.

"It's hard to say. I can't tell fortunes. You are so weird... so coincidental... it's also unlucky enough." Yi Xin pondered, "But now the underworld is gone, and things like the Life and Death Book should be gone..."

The so-called fate should no longer be something written on paper. But ghosts still exist, and Fengdu also exists. Perhaps, fate is just no longer recorded by God, but exists in the dark.

"Do you want to check it?" Yi Xin asked, "It's not reliable to find a fortune teller. You're dead. I haven't heard of anyone who can count the fate of a dead person. But you can check it out. Pan Yao was probably scattered. Fran just left with those dolls."

"Can you find it?" Li Yun was excited.

"Look for it and I'm sure you've found it." Yi Xin did not give a positive answer.

A direction of progress appeared in the original unknown, which was a little more hope for Li Yun.

Yi Xin was willing to help, but it was a bit beyond Li Yun's expectations.

He didn't see Yi Xin's gaze swept across the walls of the studio room.

There are only some stains and mold on the wallpaper, and no traces of the original decoration are visible.

However, Yi Xin still remembers the original appearance of this room. She even remembers the photo she took with Flan.

No emotion appeared on Yi Xin's face.

She quickly withdrew her gaze.

Li Yun wanted to look for clues in the church, but he heard the footsteps coming downstairs.

The footsteps are echoed, but not loud. There are two people walking, one is a bland pace and does not walk fast, and the other is a rapid trot, like a child's footsteps.

Li Yun looked at the stairs.

"Are you back?" Uncle Li asked in surprise.

Yi Xin had already shook her head, "Not Fran."

Li Yun and Uncle Li didn't know how she was sure, but since she said that, it was definitely not Pan Yao's wife who had come back.

The three of them went downstairs with curiosity.

They saw a girl and the doll next to her downstairs.
Chapter completed!