[MTL, BL] It Is Said That I Captured the Great Demon King [Holographic]

105 - Extra

Xiao Zhi kept his still posture and stared at the puppet with its big eyes and small eyes. The two sides' eyes were fiercely exchanged, as if they were about to stage a special effects blockbuster worth 100 million in this studio.

However, the doll does not have the structure of eyelids, and does not need to blink. The eyes will stare for a lifetime. At this point, Xiao Zhi, as a human being, has a natural disadvantage. After a while, he felt that his eyes were dry, as if they were wrapped in sandpaper, and he was about to face the risk of being unable to hold on.

His experience in various horror movies told him that every scary thing always happens suddenly when you feel that you have escaped. If he closes his eyes now, will the doll in front of him suddenly hit his face? Already?

Xiao Zhi couldn't help but fantasize about this scene, and instantly felt goose bumps on his skin: "..."

He immediately cut off his overly rich fantasy, then carefully took a deep breath, and then took a step back suddenly. , and closed the door forcefully.

"Huh..." Xiao Zhi leaned against the door and breathed a long sigh of relief, the sound of his own rapid heartbeat filling his ears.

At the same time, he did not forget to listen carefully to the movement in the room, fearfully catching every tiny sound. He felt uneasy in his heart. He didn't know whether he hoped to hear something, or whether it would be better to hear nothing at all.

What made him feel a little relieved was that the room was quiet, and there was no unnecessary movement.

But this does not make people feel at ease. Whether it is a ghost story or a horror movie, the night is the home of the ghosts. Now this noon time is obviously not an environment that the ghosts like.

Xiao Zhi thought about throwing away or destroying the doll immediately, but... that was Asen's doll, and he really didn't want to destroy this newly born doll with his own hands. Moreover, according to the conventions of horror movies, if you throw away the dolls, they will always find ways to send them back to you, which will double the excitement.

"Should it be sent to the temple?" Xiao Zhi couldn't help but think about the nearby metaphysics holy land.

In Temple A, it is said that one pillar of rich people's happy incense costs hundreds of thousands. It is said that no one can leave without spending money. It is more practical to ask these secular masters to exorcise evil spirits. It is better to ask them for advice on the 108 ways to get rich.

At Taoist Temple B, you need to scan the QR code to pay for the signature, and you have to pay the balance to get the signature. The final signature is still in the form of an excellent QR code, which can be called a demonstration point of the combination of electronic payment and folk culture.

Master C, who promotes qigong to cure all diseases, this guy's home base seems to have been busted by the police for fraud some time ago, and the hot search has been on the list for several days...

Xiao Zhi: "..."

A strong sense of unreliability emerged. In my heart, I believe that they are afraid that even if they don't have big pants, they will be stripped off.

Xiao Zhi, who really didn't know any masters in reality, locked the door of his studio and went to the study again to turn on the computer and try to find clues online. After a period of hard work, I collected a lot of true and false ghost stories, but there was no useful solution. It seemed that the most reliable suggestion was to let him sell the doll and let others take advantage of it. Come be the scapegoat.

"This is too immoral!" Xiao Zhi decisively rejected the proposal.

Not to mention that the ghost may really be transferred to someone else, causing others to be worried. If the buyer dies because of this, can you not come back to settle the score with him? Wouldn't the two-on-one situation be even more exciting then?

After all this tossing, when Xiao Zhi came to his senses, it was already dark outside the window. Although he could still see traffic passing by in the distance, based on his understanding of the city, with so few cars, he could only Appears in the late night slot.

Xiao Zhi's heart trembled. Oh no, he was obsessed with checking information and seemed to have forgotten the time. His eyes slowly glanced at the lower right corner of the computer - 11:54.

Good guys, this is a peak time for supernatural events! If we were to make a statistics on the number of casualties per hour in horror movies, Midnight would definitely be at the top.

Not sure if it was a psychological effect, but Xiao Zhi felt his back began to feel cold again. He turned around and looked behind him.

Nothing.

Xiao Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, stood up slowly, and opened the door to the study.

The corridor was dark, but in a big city full of light sources, there was no such thing as blindness. He could still see the outline of the corridor clearly.

Nothing strange appears.

Xiao Zhi glanced at the closed door of the studio. The door was quiet and there was nothing unusual about it. But he didn't want to risk his life by opening the door in the middle of the night for excitement. After making sure that the door was not opened, he hurried to the door of his house.

Just as he picked up the key placed at the door, Xiao Zhi hesitated again. His home is on the seventeenth floor. If you want to leave here and stay in a hotel, you have to take the elevator or take the stairs. Both of these are popular scenes in horror movies...

In fact, the hotel is... not much better...

If you go to a friend's house, He was not sure whether he would bring trouble to others, it was so late...

Hesitating, the time passed twelve o'clock, and the house was still calm, and there seemed to be no signs of anything strange happening.

In the end, Xiao Zhi just took a hurried bath and lay down on his bed. Of course, he didn't forget to lock the door, and he pulled a low cabinet in front of the door, which was better than nothing at all.

Xiao Zhi was originally alert to the movements around him, and would get up immediately if something was wrong, but his nerves, which had been tense for a day, were a little unbearable, and the bed was soft and warm, so his eyelids gradually began to tremble, and his consciousness quickly drifted away.

"Ta--"

"Ta--"

"Ta."

There seemed to be a sound approaching, similar to the frequency of footsteps, but shorter and harder than human ones, and finally stopped beside the bed.

the next day.

After a peaceful night's sleep, Xiao Zhi felt warm all over, lying lazily on the soft bed, not wanting to move at all.

The sunshine today is also very good. It shines into the room through the gaps in the curtains, coating the quilt with a layer of light. With the unique beauty of morning light, it also illuminates Xiao Zhi's messy hair and the hair on the pillow. silver".

Xiao Zhi was stunned. His bedding was all white, where did the silver come from?

Wait, why does this silver color and texture look so familiar! !

The feeling of sleepiness suddenly faded away. Xiao Zhi turned over and sat up and looked at his pillow. The weird Asen doll from yesterday was sitting quietly beside his pillow. His head was slightly lowered, as if he was looking at the person sleeping on the pillow. .

It didn't know how long it looked at Xiao Zhi like this, maybe...all night?

Xiao Zhi felt that his whole body was not well. When he thought of being stared at by an unknown being when he was unaware, goosebumps could not help but rush up, as if he was about to break away from his body and run towards a better tomorrow. .

How did this guy get out? He obviously locked the door and blocked it with a cupboard.

Xiao Zhi quickly glanced at the bedroom door. It was still the same as before, and everything in the room was as usual.

He looked at the doll in silence, which seemed to be motionless again. The morning wind carried the unique breath of the morning, blowing softly and coolly on his face, but it could not dispel the haze in his heart.

wind?

Xiao Zhi suddenly felt something was wrong, because there was a neighbor nearby who liked to quarrel from time to time at night. He was used to closing the windows when sleeping to avoid being disturbed. Where did the wind come from?

His eyes moved to the window inch by inch. As expected, the window was opened with a gap. It was not big enough to let people pass through, but it was more than enough to let a doll pass through.

Xiao Zhi took a breath and felt a chill in his heart, as if he saw the dawn of dying young.

He turned his eyes to the bed again and found that he had taken in the cool breath too early. At this moment, the doll on the bed had changed from a posture with its head lowered to one with its head raised. When Xiao Zhi turned his head, it happened to be the same as that of the platinum pair. The "colorful" eyes are facing each other!

In a series of frights, Xiao Zhi suddenly jumped out of bed, grabbed something on the short table closest to him with his backhand, and without even looking at it, he planned to throw it over to try to physically exorcise evil spirits.

Just when the thing in his hand was about to be released, Xiao Zhi saw a familiar feeling on the doll.

It's not the familiarity from the body, but the movement, the way he looks up at himself quietly, including some details of his body, is really very similar to Asen.

Xiao Zhi thought about the scene he saw yesterday. At that time, his attention was entirely focused on the fact that the puppet moved on its own, so that he ignored the sitting posture of the puppet. That posture was similar to Asen's usual sitting posture. like.

Why, in this era of hauntings, do you have to pay attention to keeping the character intact? But this doll has never seen Asen, so there is no reason why it can imitate Asen's behavior.

At this time, the doll moved again. After all, ball joints are not as flexible as human joints. His movements were very slow, and he raised his hand towards Xiao Zhi with a strange feeling of stiffness, as if he was making gestures with his fingertips.

It seems to be writing.

After discovering the similarity between the doll and Asen, most of the fear in Xiao Zhi's heart was inexplicably dispelled. Although he was still a little panicked, he still found a pen with the thinnest barrel and threw it away from a distance. .

The puppet slowly picked up the pen that fell near him and turned his head to look around, as if he was looking for something.

Although he didn't speak, Xiao Zhi immediately understood that he had forgotten to get a piece of paper for someone. This unknown ghost seemed to be quite civic-minded and had no intention of writing directly on his white quilt.

He took out a small book and handed it over, and this communication was able to proceed.

The puppet held a pen that was still very thick for him and slowly wrote in the notebook. The handwriting was messy and worse than that of a child who had just learned to write. He didn't know if it was because of his original level or because of the physical effects. limits.

The crooked lines were pieced together bit by bit, and Xiao Zhi couldn't hide his surprise when he saw what appeared.

[Xiao Qi]

There is only one person in this world who would call him that, but that person probably doesn't exist in reality, right? Why is his doll haunted, and this ghost still knows the names between him and Asen?

Could it be Asen?

No, no, no, this is a little too outrageous, although being haunted is also pretty outrageous.

But, anyway, let's verify it first. Xiao Zhi adjusted his breathing and thought about what kind of questions could be asked to verify whether the person in front of him was really Asen.

After a while, Xiao Zhi said, "What color was the cake you made for the first time?"

The doll froze, seeming a little overwhelmed and confused.

Xiao Zhi's eyes flashed with suspicion: "Can't you answer it?"

This is a secret that only the two of them know. If they can't answer it, it means that this guy is not Asen at all. Is he really haunted? Still a scheming ghost. Xiao Zhi once again grabbed the thing in his hand, preparing to throw it out when the situation was bad, and then opened the door and ran away.

After struggling hard, the puppet slowly lifted up the pen. This time his movements were heavy, as if he was writing an elegy to a beloved elder.

[Black]

Xiao Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, it was Asen who was right.

He still clearly remembered the hard texture and dark color. Even if he wanted to pretend to take a bite and then praise the deliciousness against his will at the risk of losing blood, he couldn't do it because it was too hard. That kind of strength can't bite you, but if you use it as a brick, you can become the most coquettish kid on the street.

At that time, Ah Sen was quite depressed and wanted to throw it away. After Xiao Zhi tried every means to stop him, he handed it over to him as a collection.

Xiao Zhi then asked about Asen's condition: "How do you feel now?"

[Fortunately, my head seems to be removable, this feeling is a bit scary]

Xiao Zhi: "...it's not just your head, Your whole body can be torn apart, doesn't it irritate you?"

The puppet's movements froze again. Although its face remained unchanged, Xiao Zhi miraculously saw a look of shock and suddenly recovered. Deceiving children about their happiness.