1988. A rainy night. An abandoned village.
While investigating the “Red-Dressed Serial Murders,” police captain Xu Feng stumbled into a bizarre village of paper effigies. Stabbed several times, he was on the verge of death.
The killer raised his butcher’s knife with a wicked grin, only to see a doll-like five-year-old girl walking through the rain, carrying a ghastly white lantern.
“Uncle, have you seen my paper dolls? They’re hungry.”
Thinking she was just some lost child, the killer moved to silence her.
The next second, the paper boy and girl dolls in the basket on Xu Zhiwan’s back rolled their eyes, bared their bright red mouths, and giggled.
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Later, Jiangcheng Police Department gained an “unofficial consultant” who barely came up to the height of an office desk.
When the coroner couldn’t determine a cause of death, she would make a paper stethoscope and press it to the corpse, and the dead would immediately cry out that they had been wronged.
When the detectives couldn’t find a murder weapon, she would fold a paper crane that circled overhead and flew straight to the killer’s hideout.
Facing vicious criminals, Xu Zhiwan blinked her big eyes and asked in a sweet, childish voice:
“Big brother, would you rather go to prison and eat jail food, or climb inside one of my paper dolls and play house with me?”
Criminals across the city trembled: The police need evidence to arrest people, but this little terror just needs to take your life!
Refined and wonderful, praise, praise, praise