Chapter 13 Lighting the Sky Lantern
The interrogation room was unusually clean, with only two chairs and a table.
The chair that the brown puppet was sitting on was made of stainless steel, and it was equipped with handcuffs and leg cuffs.
The chair that Lin Qingsheng was sitting on was made of iron and did not have these things.
“Are you so formalistic?”
The puppet spread out the handcuffs on his hands and said with a sneer:
"This thing can't trap me at all. Are you looking for spiritual comfort?"
Wen Zhengming didn't know how powerful the puppet was, but he knew that handcuffs alone would not be enough to restrain it.
Lin Qingsheng put his police uniform on the chair, opened the collar, and said:
"Why? Can't you find some spiritual comfort?"
Lin Qingsheng himself was of course aware that this thing was useless. The purpose of using handcuffs was not to handcuff the puppet man in front of him, but to test the attitude of the person in front of him.
For some things, it takes real skill to get to the bottom line without crossing it.
Especially bargaining.
The puppet incarnated by Wen Zhengming shook its head, which was covered with stitches, and spread out its hands casually:
"Okay, I don't care. Anyway, I'm going to keep this avatar with you so that you can contact me at any time."
Wen Zhengming originally planned to leave this incarnation here, where else would he put it?
You can't just leave it in the wilderness and then dig it out from the cave every time you need it, right?
What if someone else digs it out?
If it were dug out and... well, that would be disgusting.
It’s safer to put it here.
The Chief Inspector of the Criminal Division of the Ming Dynasty had no idea how many people came to look at this puppet. Apart from the character (NPC) he created himself, it was impossible for anyone else to be able to touch this puppet?
The puppet tapped the interrogation table with its fingers, without any awareness of being interrogated, and said:
"If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I can answer some of them for free."
Lin Qingsheng frowned when he heard this: "Free answers? So there are some that are not free?"
The puppet smiled strangely and said:
"Basic information is free, but non-basic information will naturally be charged."
"Usually, this kind of conversation occurs in fraud cases." Lin Qingsheng raised his head.
"You're joking. Money is just paper in the eyes of people like us. Naturally, what I want is different." The puppet responded calmly.
"What do you want?" Lin Qingsheng's voice became louder, as if he wanted to regain some initiative.
But the puppet was completely unmoved.
"It depends on what you ask. The value of the information you ask is equal to the value of what I want."
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Lin Qingsheng was silent for a moment and said:
"What are those two that appeared above the Three Gorges Square?"
The puppet smiled, and seemed to be very satisfied with Lin Qingsheng's performance, and his hoarse voice sounded.
"That day, the first thing that appeared on the Three Gorges Square was a ghost. For some reason, this kind of thing will appear frequently in the future. You have to learn to get used to it."
"As for the second one, it's not that strong either, but it has a strong background. It's a ghost from the underworld, and of course it's the lowest level ghost in the underworld. In fact, the underworld doesn't really acknowledge their existence, but for some reasons, they can also represent the underworld, and generally no one will mess with them. And it only cares about ghosts who are stranded in the human world for some reason."
Lin Qingsheng stared at the puppet and asked, "Do you mean that ghosts and gods really exist?"
"You've all seen it, why don't you believe it?" The puppet smiled, and his voice seemed to hit Lin Qingsheng's heart, and also hit the hearts of all the police officers who were listening in the Yucheng Police Department of the Ming Dynasty's Criminal Department through the surveillance.
That frosted voice, hoarse and frosted, seemed to carry a temptation that could not be described in words.
The hearts of the Ming police officers were like a guqin with broken strings, and they were in complete chaos.
Inside the monitoring room, people couldn't help but feel nervous.
Are they fighting against the myth within the legend?
Lin Qingsheng's heart was also a little confused. To be precise, his mind had been disturbed since he saw the strange puppet in front of him.
No matter how much he didn't believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, when a strange puppet jumped around and talked in front of him, he had to admit that what it said seemed to be right.
"What about Mount Tai, Kunlun, and the Yellow River?"
Without pausing for long, Lin Qingsheng spoke again.
The puppet's fingers were still tapping gently on the interrogation table, and the soft crisp sound echoed in the interrogation room.
"For some reason, their original magical powers began to reveal themselves."
"The original magic?"
"Yes, the original magic."
The Muppet nodded.
"For what reason?" Lin Qingsheng asked.
But the puppet suddenly picked it up and said, "I will charge you for the detailed reasons, but... I can tell you as a friendly gesture."
The puppet's fingers stopped tapping on the table, revealing a strange expression, like the expression of Tom in Tom and Jerry when he was about to do something bad. It looked particularly creepy on that face which was countless times more terrifying than Tom's.
"You can think of it as the revival of spiritual energy."
"The spirit is revived, and mysterious, unknowable gods and ascetics who pursue immortality have returned to this land, re-composing a magnificent poem that is worthy of praise and tears."
The puppet seemed to be describing a story, but it gave Lin Qingsheng a chilling feeling.
"Who are you?"
"I've said before that I'm a person who knows a lot of things. You can call me a know-it-all." The puppet repeated what he had said a long time ago.
"What do you want to do?"
"I'm just adding a little fun to this boring chess game."
These words were like a spark that ignited the prairie, and Lin Qingsheng felt his anger rising involuntarily.
Boring chess game.
Is the Ming Dynasty just a boring chess game in your eyes?
So are we nothing more than pawns for your pleasure?
The feeling of powerlessness here is difficult to explain in words.
Wen Zhengming could only say sorry in his heart, sorry, this is his personality.
This puppet is such a character who is always looking for trouble in the world.
The puppet looked at Lin Yisheng's anger and said elegantly and calmly:
"Don't be angry. Your anger is of no use to me, and it is of no use to this era."
"You may want to think about what else you want to ask while you are angry."
In the interrogation room, the positions of the interrogator and the interrogated seemed to have suddenly reversed. Although the puppet was wearing shackles, it had the upper hand in momentum, and suppressed Lin Qingsheng so much that he had no power to resist.
However, only Lin Qingsheng knew that they had never gained the upper hand.
This weird puppet had the upper hand from the beginning and from the end.
"What is the real reason for the spiritual energy revival you mentioned?"
The puppet clapped its hands gently and said with a smile:
"That's a good question. It's a really good question, but... this question is charged. It's very expensive. Are you... sure you want to ask it?"
Looking at the puppet's cunning face, Lin Qingsheng couldn't help but feel like he had encountered a profiteer.
It’s just that this unscrupulous businessman runs a unique business, and he’s so cunning that no one can do anything about it.
As expected, all capitalists should be burned to death.
(End of this chapter)
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