Dadong was only in his early twenties, not too old, and he had quite a good posture. Maybe it was because someone was watching from the side, but he also showed off his behavior before taking action.

The white thread flew out like a spirit and scrambled to wrap around the study door lock.

It was an old-fashioned round doorknob, made of brass, with a small keyhole underneath, not as ridged as it is now.

"Like opening a door, tying someone up, or using a thread to control something, it's best to tie him up like this." Dadong loves to save face and is good at showing off, but he is actually not a bad person.

He thought about how pitiful this disciple of the Shen family was. Without his master, he had to figure out everything on his own, and no one would correct him if he made mistakes. He couldn't get on the famous chart in the past, and I'm afraid it would be even harder in the future. So he explained while moving, and he didn't hesitate to teach.

A few sentences about this "Chen Shi".

"The index finger controls the spirit, the middle finger controls the form, the ring finger controls the force, and the thumb and little finger control the connection between the puppet master and the puppet."

Dadong inserted the thread into the hole, turned around and said to the people watching, "For such a trivial matter, there is no need to release the puppet. So the middle finger, thumb and little finger can be left alone-"

The wire hit the copper bolt in the keyhole and made a soft "click" sound...

Suddenly, a little girl's smile sounded from the door.

The voice was crisp, with a hollow echo, and it felt like standing outside the door, but also like standing next to the unlocker.

Dadong shivered with "Ah~~" and suddenly retracted his hand, as if he had been burned.

All his spirit and strength were gone. Those white cotton threads suddenly lost their life and hung lightly on his fingers, with the other end hanging to the ground.

He remained motionless, looking around with round eyes.

When I heard it: "?"

Dadong squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "Did you hear the laughter?"

When I heard it: "No."

He is very calm, but seems a bit timid to others.

Dadong hesitated for a moment, suspecting that he might be hallucinating. For the sake of face, he cleared his throat to concentrate, regained his composure, put the thread into the keyhole, and flicked...

The little girl's laughter came again, like a silver bell.

Dadong retracted as if he was electrocuted, and turned to look at Wen Shi again, his throat cracking a bit: "You really didn't hear it???"

When hearing: "..."

He was silent for two seconds and said, "How about you go and listen, I'll do it."

These words were more useful than anything else. Dadong inserted the thread into the keyhole in the next second.

The little girl's giggles were close to his ear, so close that she seemed to be lying on his back, with her arms around his neck. Dadong could even feel a gentle breeze around his neck.

Dadong held his breath and tried to steady himself.

As a result, the little girl whispered to him: "Mother Cai, I want to buy a hair flower."

"..."

Dadong's tone disappeared on the spot.

What flower do you want to buy? I'll give it to you.

His fingers twitched again, watching as the white cotton thread softened and was about to slip out of the keyhole...

Suddenly! He raised his index finger twice, as fast as a cramp, and even he didn't react.

With his index finger, the soft white thread regained its vitality when he hooked it. It suddenly tightened and hit the lock core. Several other threads stretched into the crack of the door from all directions, one on top, bottom, left, and right.

Like a simple net, it tightly covers the entire door.

The reed in the lock cylinder clicked and trembled, like two parties in a tug-of-war.

At the same time, Dadong's ring finger cramped a few more times, and the thread holding the door tightened suddenly.

I heard a loud bang, like a door exploding.

Dadong was startled and raised his head with his mouth open.

The next second, the sounds of metal and wood breaking alternately sounded.

He only felt the thread on his hand loosen suddenly, and the entire study door was forced down by him.

He subconsciously took a few steps back and watched as the heavy old-fashioned wooden door crashed to the ground, creating a cloud of smoky dust with a loud bang.

The metal door shaft clanked and fell, and the screws rolled on the wooden floor and into the deep corridor.

Dead silence returned to the room, and Dadong was stunned.

"I……"

He looked at his fingers and fell into deep doubts.

The first reaction that flashed through his mind was that he was briefly manipulated, like a puppet master treating a puppet.

But is it possible???

In ancient times, there was indeed a legend that puppet masters could control living people...but that was a fucking legend.

Of course, the legend has a theoretical basis——

Theoretically, with natural suppression, this kind of control is not completely unfeasible.

But he is not an ordinary person, he is a puppet master himself. To have natural suppression on him, at least... at least it must be at the level of his master, right?

He himself has limited talents and is not good at learning, but his master is still very powerful.

What is the concept? Leaving aside the main family, there are so many branches of the Zhang family, and his master can be ranked among the top three. In smaller families, such as the Cheng family and the Wang family, his master can be the head of the family.

Dadong suddenly turned his head and looked at the only two people in the room.

When he heard this, he lowered his hands, with a slight hint of impatience on his expression, maybe because he had been waiting for a long time. The white cotton thread on his hand had not yet been removed, and it was interlaced between his long fingers, some of which were straight, and some of which were hanging down.

It's some kind of messy decoration.

This guy learned puppetry to please the little girl, right?!

Dadong suddenly had a thought.

He cleared up the endless thoughts and slowly calmed down. He thought that the outburst at that moment might have been a conditioned reflex of being frightened.

After all, rabbits bite people when they are anxious.

When Wen Shi endured his impatience, he waited nearby for a while. Seeing that the black-skinned wet nurse actually became stunned, he couldn't wait any longer and walked away.

The moment he went out, the light in the study suddenly went out, and a series of footsteps passed by him.

It was like a child wearing black leather shoes and ran deep into the corridor. This time, he heard Dadong's laughter. It echoed gently in the corridor and disappeared.

This bungalow from the early Republic of China was designed to be very depressing. The corridor was in a square shape, and the top view should look like the word "hui". There was a circle of rooms on the outside, and a staircase inside.

This study is at the corner. There is a road to the left, and another road to the right, which is long and deep.

Wen Shi had seen a similar house before, and at that time he felt that the person who designed it must have a grudge against the owner. After all, the layout was perfect for being haunted.

He couldn't find the corridor light, so he could only use the little light coming from the stairwell to move forward.

After walking a few steps, he felt a figure at the end of the corridor, standing there looking at them.

"My day!" The man behind him shouted suddenly, and then immediately suppressed his voice.

"What's your name?" Wenshi asked in a low voice.

"On the right! Look at the right." Dadong's voice was tight, trying to hide his fear.

When he heard this, he turned around and saw two people standing beside them. They were also looking at them silently and motionlessly.

My pupils shrank when I heard it.

His fingers wrapped with thread had already been raised, and then quickly put down - because he saw the figure beside him also raising his hand.

That was not a ghost that appeared suddenly, but a mirror.

Dadong also discovered this, and his panic immediately turned into insults: "Fuck you, you idiot! Put a mirror in here."

In fact, more than one side, the entire wall is mirrored, and like a wardrobe, the carved wooden frame is cut into long and narrow vertical strips, forming a complicated and gorgeous decoration.

When people walk past here, their shadows appear in the mirror.

When Wenshi looked up at the end of the corridor again, he realized that there was a mirror on the wall there, and the figure standing upright might be himself.

"I should have kept a candle in my hand." Dadong cursed for a while and then said in annoyance, "A walkie-talkie will do, too."

"Find someone first." Wen Shi ignored the shadows and walked forward.

"Oh." Dadong asked, "Have you ever played with this thing?"

"What?"

"The secret room."

"No."

How could a person who passed away in 1995 have ever played with something like this? But many of the cages he had been in were similar to this one, so he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Dadong couldn't stop talking. When he met Wen Shi, who didn't like to talk, he could only say to himself: "The combination of the cage and the secret room is probably quite unreasonable. Didn't the broadcast just now say that we need a housekeeper and a nurse...

…If the two of us have to find everyone else, it’s very likely that other people’s rooms can’t be opened from the inside, and there may not even be door handles or keyholes.”
To be continued...