Chapter 18 What's It To Do With You

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Lin Qingsheng hurried back to the Criminal Division of Yucheng, Daming. He was greeted by Mao Hongwei, who had taken Mr. Hong to Mount Tai before, and some local police officers from Yucheng.

As soon as they met, Lin Qingsheng got into work mode.

"Has the puppet made any moves these days?"

What Lin Qingsheng is most concerned about now is the situation of the puppet man.

Because the puppet man is his only way to contact the ghosts and gods who have come from nowhere.

Also because the puppet itself is very mysterious, according to it, this is just one of its clones, and Lin Qingsheng has not even seen its original self.

And now Lin Qingsheng still hasn't figured out the purpose of the puppet man.

Lin Qingsheng was certain that the puppet man had a purpose in taking the initiative to contact the Ministry of Justice.

Lin Qingsheng didn't believe a single punctuation mark when he heard that it was just for fun.

Mao Hongwei said, "Since it was handed over to Old Hong, it has been very quiet, as if it were dead."

"I don't know if it's really quiet or just pretending to be quiet." Lin Qingsheng frowned.

As Lin Qingsheng's partner for many years, Mao Hongwei naturally understood Lin Qingsheng's concerns.

Whether that strange puppet is really an incarnation as it says, or it is the real thing itself, is still a matter of debate.

"Where is it now?" Lin Qingsheng looked around and asked directly.

"I took it to Master Hong for research. Master Hong and his students tried every trick they could but failed to damage the puppet at all. Someone has just brought it back. It should arrive in about five minutes."

Lin Qingsheng frowned when he heard this. Is it true that the puppet cannot be destroyed?

He couldn't help but think of the day when he asked the puppet if he could study it, and the puppet smiled weirdly and replied "I'm not looking down on you, you may not have the ability to do this."

It's impossible to even destroy it, the gap is too big.

After answering, Mao Hongwei asked:

"What do the Shuntianfu say?"

Lin Qingsheng and Mao Hongwei walked towards the police station, saying solemnly:

"The revival of spiritual energy has been confirmed to be real. It has been suppressed in the Ministry of Justice and has not been reported before. However, this time it will definitely become the most important issue facing the cabinet. The ministers of the six ministries will discuss it with the elders. The most likely result is that the Ministry of Justice will take the lead, and the Ministry of War and the Royal Guard will assist us."

Mao Hongwei opened the door of the conference room, walked into the conference room with Lin Qingsheng, and whispered:

"What exactly did you find out this time?"

Lin Qingsheng took a deep breath and said seriously, "We found something that could shake up the entire Ming Dynasty, or even... the world."

Lin Qingsheng has already felt the pressure. If he still felt that the revival of spiritual energy might be a lie when he went to Qingshou Temple, now he has believed it 90%.

No one has the ability to create such monsters.

Unless they actually exist.

Although Mao Hongwei didn't know what Lin Qingsheng had found out, he also felt pressure from Lin Qingsheng's words.

What they are about to face are unknown gods and demons, ghosts and gods in legends.

The confrontation between modern science and mythology thus began.

It can be said that this is a changing era.

Lin Qingsheng exhaled, as if trying to make himself feel more relaxed, but his tone became solemn:

"We may be the first people to witness ghosts and gods in hundreds of years..."

Just as Lin Qingsheng was about to continue speaking, the door of the conference room was pushed open again and police officer Xiao Zhao ran in.

"Captain Lin, Captain Mao, we've brought that thing back."

Behind Xiao Zhao, four police officers came in carrying a large mahogany coffin, followed at the end by a middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking like a civilian.

Four police officers placed the coffin on the conference table with a thump.

Lin Qingsheng looked at the coffin and frowned: "Why is it still in the coffin?"

The middle-aged man explained, "You asked that no one else see it, so I put it in the coffin."

Lin Qingsheng pointed at the middle-aged man and said:

"He is?"

Xiao Zhao started to introduce: "This student brought by Mr. Hong, Bai Gangliang, has already signed a confidentiality agreement."

Before Xiao Zhao finished his introduction, Bai Gangliang spoke directly:

“I wonder where this thing came from.”

Bai Gangliang has become a little crazy about the puppet. No matter how advanced the material is, it is impossible for it to be indestructible by existing physical means, unless it is the application of some more fundamental laws of physics.

Lin Qingsheng glanced back at Bai Gangliang, frowning, "You should know since you signed the confidentiality agreement. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. I will tell you what I should tell you."

Lin Qingsheng had just spoken when a dull knocking sound suddenly rang out in the conference room.

“Dang! Dang! Dang!”

Then a hoarse sound like the grinding of an iceberg was heard.

"Have you guys finished talking?"

Bai Gangliang, who wanted to argue, was completely stunned, because the sound did not come from anywhere else, but from the coffin he had just brought.

There was only one thing in the coffin - a rag doll made of unknown material.

But now a voice came from inside.

That puppet spoke?

Bai Gangliang's mind went blank.

But several police officers reacted and realized that the puppet man had come again as agreed.

Before anyone present could answer the question raised by the strange voice, the covered coffin lid flew out horizontally.

“Boom!”

The coffin lid hit the door hard and then fell to the ground.

Inside the coffin, a strange figure sat up. On its face, which was covered with suture marks, a terrifying smile appeared. It opened and closed its big mouth and said:

"If you're done talking, we should talk."

"Of course we should talk!" Lin Qingsheng immediately gave Mao Hongwei a look and took the student away.

As Lin Qingsheng's partner for more than ten years, Mao Hongwei understood immediately. He walked up to Bai Gangliang and said:

"What follows is confidential, follow me!"

Bai Gangliang subconsciously broke free and said in disbelief, "Alive? How could it be alive?"

He has put a lot of effort into this puppet in the past two days and is very familiar with it. It is clearly a dead object, so how could it suddenly speak?

"Stop talking and follow me!"

Mao Hongwei pulled Bai Gangliang out, and Bai Gangliang was half dragged out.

When the two of them approached the door of the conference room, the puppet suddenly turned around and said to Bai Gangliang meaningfully: "Don't worry, you have plenty of time to study my incarnation."

Bai Gangliang suddenly came to his senses and was about to ask something when he was pulled out by Mao Hongwei and the door of the conference room was closed instantly.

"Didn't you leave? How do you know that he was studying you?" Lin Qingsheng said, looking at the puppet sitting in the coffin.

His mentality now is different from when he first saw the Muppet.

The first time he saw a puppet, all he saw was a weird and extraordinary puppet man.

And now, what he saw was a dark shadow standing behind the strange puppet, a mastermind who seemed to be controlling everything.

The puppet grinned, and its sharp fangs gleamed coldly.

"You remember it clearly. I also said that I know a lot of things. I wonder if you remember it?"

"Of course I remember."

"Oh?" The puppet's hoarse voice stretched out.

"So you remember, Chief Lin, you told your superior in the Shuntianfu Criminal Department that you didn't believe a word I said. I thought you forgot it!"

Lin Qingsheng's expression changed instantly.

"How do you know?"

The puppet smiled strangely and said:

"Like I said, I know a lot of things."

In these simple words, the puppet expressed a profound meaning.

Lin Qingsheng felt a little confused. Does this thing really know everything?

If not, how would it know what it said in the Ministry of Justice?

Is it really watching everyone?

The puppet did not give Lin Qingsheng time to think, and suddenly changed the topic:

"What? Are you ready to fulfill your reward?"

Lin Qingsheng adjusted his breathing and said:

"I need to hear what you're going to do first."

"It doesn't matter. If you can't fulfill your promise on time, I will punish you in my own way."

The puppet seemed to be indifferent to Lin Qingsheng's answer. No, it seemed that it had never cared about Lin Qingsheng's feelings, nor about Daming's reaction.

However, this time, Lin Qingsheng cared about the meaning implied by the puppet's voice.

He didn't care about the Ming Dynasty's reaction or whether they accepted the rules of the game. He only made the rules and then punished violators.

As for begging, wailing, and excuses, he didn't care about any of them.

Because... destroying you has nothing to do with you!

Thinking of this, Lin Qingsheng's heart was completely confused. He tried to calm himself down and said:

"Tell me what reward you want first!"

The puppet placed its hands on the edge of the mahogany coffin, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

He said in a bewitching tone: "Catch a ghost and send it to Maoshan Sect. This is my reward. The time is ten days. If you fail to do it, the result will be very interesting.

I can give you a free tip: In the territory of the Ming Dynasty, there is a dry well under the Maoshan Mountain. Inside is a broken ghost spear that can suppress ghosts. "

"Maoshan Sect?" Lin Qingsheng asked.

This was the first time he heard about the existence of a sect from the puppet.

"Yes, Maoshan Sect, one of the five Taoist sects. You don't need to know too much. Send the ghosts to Maoshan, and you will naturally see them."

The puppet said with an indescribable weird smile on his face:

"I hope you can complete this task before we meet again next time, otherwise... you may not like the result."

After he finished speaking, he never gave Lin Qingsheng any chance.

The human expression on the puppet's face disappeared in an instant, and then the sitting puppet fell into the coffin. The conference room fell into silence instantly.

After a while, in the empty conference room, Lin Qingsheng took out his cell phone and dialed a number:

"Hello? It's me. It's making a condition!"

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