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Chapter 28: The Puppet

Chapter 28 Spirit Puppet (please vote for further reading!!!)

Author: Ke Xue’s Caitou

Chapter 28 Spirit Puppet (please vote for further reading!!!)

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A big question mark popped up on his forehead. Ma Wei really couldn't figure out why.

Is the fingerpoint suddenly pointed at yourself?

Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Your grudges with Maggie Kris are none of my business!

Sure enough, people without logical thinking are unreasonable!

"What are you going to do!"

Inspector Macmillan saw his actions, immediately drew the revolver from his waist and shouted: "Put down the weapon!"

"This is not a weapon, Mr. Inspector."

With a 'pop' sound, Giuseppe Diaz pulled out the cork from the bottle, threw the bottle on the floor, and said with a smile: "This is called a spirit puppet, and it only obeys the orders of its master. Oh, I almost forgot,

You can't see them."

He was right. Police investigators, including MacMillan, could not see the monster at all. In their eyes, there was nothing in the bottle. Giuseppe Dias was like a funny clown talking to himself.

Talk to yourself.

but.

"Dad, there are more monsters. There are three now."

Yunia held her father's generous hand, and the familiar power surged into her body again. This time, Ma Wei, who had learned from the past, would not panic like last time.

The unpredictable black wings slowly unfolded behind him, and every cell in his body was cheering, like a traveler who was about to die of thirst, greedily absorbing an endless stream of power. At the same time,

Ma Wei finally saw the monster clearly.

They were three big-headed dolls, with no skin or facial features. The bloody muscle fibers were clearly visible. Something like a will-o'-the-wisp flashed in the empty eyes. The belly was swollen like a patient suffering from ascites and was only as high as a table.

They obediently gathered around Giuseppe Diaz, lying on all fours, their dry and thin bodies hunched high, and they cried like a baby in their throats.

"Kill them, leave no one behind!"

With a wave of his arm, Giuseppe Diaz gave the order.

The two spirit puppets jumped up high, screamed and pounced on the policemen holding kerosene lamps not far away, biting their throats, and their arms as thin as wood branches tightly wrapped around their bodies, holding them firmly in place.

"ah!!!"

The two policemen who were attacked couldn't even scream. They could only dance and move with weird steps in the room. The kerosene lamp smashed to pieces, and the flames spread instantly and ignited the curtains.

"What's wrong with you guys?!"

"Get out of the way!"

The policeman, who could not see the enemy at all, was shocked. He was as panic-stricken as a headless chicken and hurriedly dodged his companions who bumped into him.

Inspector Macmillan looked gloomy and did not panic like the others. Instead, he raised his revolver and pointed it at Giuseppe Diaz.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The hammer detonated the primer, and in the burst of gunpowder smoke, bullets came out of the gun in a U-shaped shape, spinning towards Giuseppe Diaz's chest. Giuseppe Diaz stood where he was.

He stood motionless, with a mocking sneer on his lips.

bullet

Stopping half a meter away from his chest, the third spirit puppet blocked them with its body, and the bullet failed to cause substantial damage to it, and could not even penetrate the muscles.

"He is not a human! He is a devil!!!"

"Run quickly!!!"

The police were completely desperate. If bullets couldn't even cause damage, what else could they do?

Are you going to fight me-to-hand with your fists raised?

boom!

Inspector MacMillan fired into the air, shocking his bewildered men, and shouted: "Stop! Pick up your guns and shoot!"

"But bullets are useless to him!"

"Who says it's useless?" MacMillan looked at Giuseppe Diaz, whose smile was gradually disappearing: "If it was really useless, why would he let those ghosts protect him?"

"Too many words lead to mistakes."

Sitting on the sofa with the old god around, Holmes laughed out loud and sneered unceremoniously: "You thought you had a chance to win, so you revealed your trump card, but you didn't expect that this move also revealed that you are a

Facts about ordinary people.”

"so what?"

With a move back, Giuseppe Diaz called the second spirit puppet back to him and said calmly: "Even if there is only one spirit puppet, it is enough to kill you all."

"So you have three in total."

".kill him!"

Giuseppe Diaz couldn't stand Holmes who repeatedly mocked his intelligence. He felt that in his eyes, he was being teased like a baby whose brain had not fully developed.

The spirit puppet, which no longer needed to protect its master, let go of the dead policeman and screamed at Holmes, just as it was about to touch the other man's body.

An orange shadow launched a sneak attack from the flank.

"Meow meow!"

With a deep roar, Fat Orange bit the spirit puppet's neck tightly, the wildness hidden in his genes was completely stimulated, and his hair stood on end, like an angry tiger.

Click.

In the heart-wrenching sound of bone cracking, Fat Orange broke the neck bone of the spirit puppet. He didn't let go of his mouth until the opponent stopped twitching and died completely.

The dead spirit puppet turned into a wisp of black mist and disappeared into the air.

Holmes glanced at Fat Orange, then looked at Ma Wei who was standing at the door, thought for a moment, and smiled: "Thank you."

"What are you waiting for!"

Giuseppe Diaz looked around and roared: "Kill him quickly! Kill Holmes!"

The remaining two spirit puppets took a few steps back, cowering and not daring to step forward.

"It can no longer hear your voice." Ma Wei said: "You can't see the spirit puppet at all, right?"

"."

"What a fool."

Holmes filled the pipe with shredded tobacco, lit it with a flame that was about to burn the sofa, and took a beautiful puff: "From beginning to end, I am a chess piece in the hands of others and I don't even know it."

"What do you mean?"

"This so-called spirit puppet is not your thing at all." Holmes bent down to pick up the glass bottle on the floor, took out a magnifying glass and looked at it for a while: "There are many small scratches on the body of the bottle, and the corrosion is serious. The cork is not used.

The bottle is made of oak, with some white particles mixed in. There is no oak in the Kingdom of Windsor. The white particles inside should be sea salt crystals, so I judge that the bottle was given to you by someone else, and that person is a maritime practitioner."

"Gilbert Wilkin!"

Inspector MacMillan's eyes lit up: "He meets the conditions very well. Well, the probability that the prisoner is him should be quite high."

As he spoke, Macmillan glanced at Mavey and Holmes, and his tone was very cautious.

"It shouldn't be." Ma Wei said: "The real prisoner is Gilbert Wilkin. He handed the glass bottle containing the spirit puppet to Giuseppe Diaz with the purpose of killing Marv with the help of others.

Mrs. Ji, in this way, he will be the biggest beneficiary."

"But. But"

Inspector MacMillan struggled: "With only one glass bottle, we can't convict, not to mention that the murderer of Mrs. Maggie was indeed Giuseppe Diaz, and he even admitted it!"

"Mr. Inspector, you still haven't figured out the situation yet." Ma Wei said helplessly: "The owner of these three spirit puppets is not Giuseppe Diaz, but Gilbert Wilkin!

He is the real culprit who commanded the spirit puppet to kill Mrs. Maggie!"

"Giuseppe Diaz is just a pathetic, stupid scapegoat!"

Bang bang bang.

Slight applause came from behind everyone, the kitchen door opened, and Gilbert Wilkin, wearing a crisp suit, slowly walked out of the darkness. Behind him, the two policemen responsible for guarding him slumped on the ground, their faces ashen.

, has stopped breathing.

"What a wonderful reasoning. It is worthy of the famous Dilock Holmes. Father, your performance is also very unexpected."

Gilbert Wilkin twirled his beard and said with a smile: "Originally, you could have survived, as long as you treated that idiot as a prisoner and closed the case. It's a pity."

"Sometimes, being too smart is not a good thing."

I beg everyone to read the new book more and vote more. The better the results, the more you will get after it is released. (* ̄3)(ε ̄*)

(End of chapter)


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