Chapter three hundred and thirty seventh puppet show (twenty-five)
Ma Xiaotao looked at the kitchen knife in front of her, which was less than ten centimeters from the tip of her nose, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
She slowly took two steps back, and the two people beside her also sweated for her.
At this time, the puppeteer was looking at Ma Xiaotao in front of him with a very special look, and the corners of his mouth were raised, as if to tell her not to act rashly.
"Little girl, you are really lucky. If you were faster, you would probably...hehe..." The puppeteer chuckled, and the sound made them very uncomfortable.
The three of them looked at each other, and then looked at the puppeteer. They did not act rashly, but they were also looking for any chance to knock the puppeteer unconscious.
If Wu Haotian was not injured, it is very likely that the puppeteer would have been subdued.
But at this time, the puppeteer did not pay attention to the three of them. He only saw him slowly looking at the dark red mummy in his arms, and then looking at the doll in his arms with a fatherly smile.
"Good baby, go to sleep. When you fall asleep, daddy has to work. Good baby..." The puppeteer patted the mummy on the back and gently shook the baby in his hand.
Qin Nan frowned and looked at the puppeteer in front of him like a mental patient. He felt that the old man had some mental problems.
During these few minutes, the puppeteer gently patted the mummy's back, as if the "child" was really about to fall asleep.
The three of them gradually felt that danger was slowly approaching them. Not long after, the puppeteer slowly stood up and placed the "child" in his arms on the small wooden bed beside him. His face was full of fatherly love.
laugh.
When Qin Nan saw this scene, he felt that the mummy was probably his son, and he died due to an accident. The details would depend on the subsequent test results.
Then, the puppeteer slowly turned around. The smile on his face had long disappeared, and what appeared was a killer-like face.
Ma Xiaotao couldn't help but frown. Because he was leaning sideways just now, he didn't see much of the puppeteer's specific appearance. But at this time, the puppeteer was facing them, which made Ma Xiaotao feel that the mentally ill old man in front of him looked familiar.
,
But she could never remember it, as she seemed to have seen it a long time ago.
"Okay, my child has fallen asleep, now I have to work..." The puppeteer sat back on the chair where he was just now. Qin Nan squinted his eyes and noticed that there was a ring on the third joint of the finger of the puppeteer's hand.
Something like a hemostatic patch,
And those hemostatic tapes seemed to have some extremely thin white nylon threads wrapped around them. If it weren't for the light, he wouldn't have been able to spot them.
He slowly looked up along the nylon thread and found that the puppets seemed to be connected to the pile above, but Qin Nan couldn't tell where the puppets were connected.
Among the puppets were some sharp knives, some of which were right above Qin Nan and seemed likely to fall off at any time.
He couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, and every pore on his body seemed to become a little more transparent.
Qin Nan quickly analyzed the position where each nylon thread was about to fall, but he found that there was no finger directly connected to the position where the kitchen knife fell just now.
This added a bit of uncertainty to the dangers above. Wu Haotian also looked at the puppets above his head. He also frowned, and the three of them did not dare to act rashly.
The puppeteer coughed twice and felt a little unwell. He staggered towards Qin Nan and the others until he stopped when he was three or four meters away from them.
He glanced at the three of them, then raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Haha, I had no connection with you three, but you have offended someone you shouldn't have offended..."
"Who are you referring to?" Qin Nan asked with a frown.
"Don't you know? Haha, I might as well tell you that you have offended someone called the Conspiracy Organization, and you guys also caused them to lose three generals. Do you think they will kill you?
Life?" The puppeteer raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Nan and said.
"I noticed that you used the term 'them'. Aren't you the one who conspired to commit the crime?" Qin Nan asked.
"Haha, of course I am not. Although I joined them, I had my own lofty ideals and goals for joining them." The puppeteer said with a smile.
"Ambitious ideals? What lofty ideals?" Qin Nan asked some irrelevant questions, his brain thinking about the next countermeasures rapidly.
"Of course it is to make more works of art. My child needs partners, more partners. He is too lonely alone, you know? I don't think you will understand this feeling," said the puppeteer.
"I should be able to understand, is that your child..." Qin Nan looked at the mummy lying on the wooden bed in the distance and said,
The puppeteer also turned his head and looked over. His turning movements didn't seem very flexible. It's no wonder that he arranged these unknown mechanisms and let them wander around the Agate Casino for a long time.
Ma Xiaotao seized this opportunity. She had just taken a step. At this time, a steel needle shot out from somewhere and pierced Ma Xiaotao's calf. She screamed in pain and couldn't stand still.
Fell to the ground.
The puppeteer slowly turned around and looked at Ma Xiaotao who was lying on the ground. He saw the corners of his mouth raised, and then pretended to be innocent and said: "Little girl? What's wrong with you?!"
Ma Xiaotao took two steps back and looked at the puppeteer in front of her fiercely. Only then did she feel that the room seemed to be full of traps. As for where the steel needle just came from, she couldn't figure it out.
Know.
Only Wu Haotian could tell that the steel needle was shot from the old man's hand by something unknown.
Qin Nan also broke into a cold sweat because of Ma Xiaotao. Fortunately, the steel needle only hit her calf and was not fatally injured. If it were him, he would have looked for an opportunity to attack the puppeteer just now.
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"Oh, what's going on...Hey, I was so careless, I'm sorry...hehe." The old man said with a sinister smile.
Ma Xiaotao looked at the sinister old man fiercely and said nothing more.
The puppeteer held what looked like a pen in his left hand, looked at it carefully, and then said with surprise: "Oh, I'm really sorry, my hand slipped, the hidden weapon in my pen
Suddenly the spring went off, sorry..."
Suddenly, Qin Nan seemed to find a problem. The old man seemed to be paying attention to something on the ground. Qin Nan turned his attention to the puppeteer's feet. He found that there seemed to be a line drawn with a stone on the toe of the puppeteer's shoe.
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"What's your name?" Qin Nan asked.
"Moushang." The puppeteer said with a smile.
"Mu Shang... Mou Shang..." Ma Xiaotao felt that this name was very familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she heard it.
"Master Mou, how about we make a deal?" Qin Nan asked with raised eyebrows.
"Deal? What deal?!" Master Mou's mouth raised, but there was also confusion on his face.
"That Master Mou is like this...ahem..." Qin Nan deliberately pretended to have a bad throat.
"Master Mou, can you come closer... My throat doesn't feel good, just move a little closer..."
Master Mou obviously hesitated for a moment. He looked at Wu Haotian and Ma Xiaotao at this time, as well as Qin Nan who was supporting Wu Haotian with one hand. He looked at the "line" on the ground.
Then he smiled and said to Qin Nan: "Forget it, I don't want to hear it either. Now I can tell you three things. Every time I say something, one of you will die."
Qin Nan narrowed his eyes, and he further confirmed his guess. From the current point of view, that "line" is indeed the mark made by Master Mou. If he guessed correctly, once Master Mou crosses that line,
The wire-controlled mechanisms above his head seemed a little out of control.
He also found that the further the puppeteer walked, the more difficult it became to control the mechanisms. Perhaps it was because of the things tied with thin threads. The further he walked, the weight of the hanging puppet knives seemed to be heavier than before.
A lot heavier,
It’s no wonder that puppeteers use hemostatic tape on their fingers wrapped around their knuckles...